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haveateadude · 4 months

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bleak horizons

summary *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ yeah, okay. maybe you're sad.

warnings *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ depression, self-harm, mommy issues (dw there's A LOT of fluff and cuddles and hugging and it all ends up alright) this is just talked about but it can still be triggering!!!!! pls take care of yourselves!!!!!!!! my dms are open :)

author notes *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ wasn't planning on posting this but i love validation. also, this is not like cannon ellie i guess?? i did a really bad characterization bc i used this as a vent and i just wanted comfort lmao. hope this still makes y'all feel seen or fucking something. btw this first part is really boring hehe, i wrote this when i was in a rush and in a train and i was tired and sad so i don't mind if it flops lol

i hate this so much idk why i'm posting this as my first pots. aghh. here u go ig. don't hate on me. bye.

(not proofread, sorry abt that)

pt1 — pt2 — pt3

you look so out of it

pull it together

we can love you

forever and ever

I've recently moved in with Ellie after weeks of looking for someone to move in.

I had checked other apartments, but this was the one that didn't smell like there was a corpse under my feet, hidden from the light beneath the floor and it didn't look like it was haunted by ghosts. The walls weren't chipping away, also, so that was a plus. There's no denying that getting used to living with someone else was difficult, but it was the only alternative to live away from my parents. Not to mention I had developed feelings for Ellie—she's beautiful, with those eyes and auburn hair, and her tattoos just make her look fucking badass.

After a few weeks, I settled in with her: we both have a routine, and established unspoken rules, and now it's comfortable living with her.

Tonight was a lovely night—I had already finished everything I had to do, and I didn't have an exam until next week, probably—until I got a call from my mother. I know I can't run away from this one. She always threatens to unroll me from college and take me home when I don't answer her calls. And I know she's capable of doing so.

“Hello?” I said as I went out to the kitchen, to take a glass of water.

“You know, most people say something sweet when they answer their mother.”

I roll my eyes, even if she can't see me. It was just a fucking hello.

“What happened, Mom?” I ask, not wanting to fight.

She takes a second to answer, “Well—I was looking at some resources and there are a lot near your area…”

“Resources about what?”

“Therapy. Conversion therapy.”

It takes all of myself not to gasp, or cry. I don't know. I hear Ellie going out of her room, and walking towards the kitchen. I don't care if she's here; I haven't been caring about anything these past few days.

“Okay,” Is all you say. I don't know how to answer, or what to do. I leave the glass on the aisle with trembling hands.

“That's all you have to say?”

“I—I don't know what you want me to say.”

“‘Thank you’, maybe?” I stay quiet, I don't want to thank her, I don't want her to speak to me ever again. “You could also get therapy for, you know…”

“For what, mother?”

“The cutting. Your scars—I always thought they looked repulsive. No one is going to lov—”

I hung up before she could say anything else. I hate her. I hate my mother. I can't even believe she's a mother, let alone mine. I suddenly feel the need to hurt, and I hate to admit it, but my mother has always been right about the way they look—so I just shut my eyes and try to breathe. It always helps—deep breathing, that is. I have to remind myself that I'm clean. I've been clean for months. Maybe even a year, I lost count.

“You okay?”

Ellie's voice almost makes me flinch, already having forgotten about her. I open my eyes as she walks over to me and lays her elbows on the aisle, while I rest my back on the counter behind her.

I look at her, with a knot in my throat, “I'm fine.”

“Your mother…” She makes a pause, short enough to not make me go crazy, “Is she, like, a pain in the ass?”

I chuckle at that as I cross my arms, “Yeah.”

“If it gets too bad, you can talk to me. I don't mind. And my dad has some contacts, we can maybe scare your mother away.”

“It's okay,” I tell her with a smile. “I can manage.”

“I know,” She smiles, and I can feel my heart fluttering in my chest.

Before I say anything I regret, I go to your room with my door open—a technique I've acquired to avoid hurting myself.

I sit at my desk and look up conversion therapy first, I want to know what this is all about—I know that it's harmful to people in the community, that it leaves you screwed and fucked up. I don't like what pops up on my screen, so I close the tab and go to another one—where I search for therapy. The real one.

I went to a lot of therapy sessions, but my mother was always behind them, so I don't know if it ever was effective. I like this one a lot better. It should be helpful. It will help, I know that for a fact.

I'm having dinner with Ellie, which we normally do—today we ordered, since we were hungry and it always takes a little while to prep a meal—when I think to ask her about the topic.

“Do you know any therapy center?” I ask her. “Or the number of a therapist? Whatever.”

If she's curious, she doesn't show it. She stops chewing on her food, then looks at me; then continues to chew, and after she swallows she speaks, “Sure, I have some friends that go to the same therapist, so it's completely trustworthy, I guess. I can ask for the number.”

I wipe my mouth with the napkin on my side, “Yeah, that'd be alright.”

Ellie takes a sip from her cup and then looks at me, “You okay, though…?”

“I'm fine, just—you know, making sure everything's okay.”

She nods, “Got it—I was just asking.”

After my first therapy session, I ended up tired. My therapist—which feels weird to say out loud and even in my head—is a nice lady in her thirties who looks like a hippie.

I've realized I tend to lie a lot—I didn't talk about self-harm or my mother. Or anything else, really. Just about the movie Speak, and then almost cried when talking about the weather.

So, “Yeah, it went well,” is my answer when Ellie asks how it went, sitting in her car. She picked me up since I had taken my car to maintenance.

“Okay, then,” she says once the car engine starts. She connects her phone to Bluetooth, and we listen to music for a while. Ellie places her hand on my knee when I start bouncing my leg, which sends shivers down my spine and gives my brain something to think of that isn't any of my shit. “Do you want to go eat something?”

“Sure,” I accept. Her thumb makes little circles on my knee. I wonder if she knows what she's doing, her eyes are still fixated on the road. My heart does the flutter thing that it did a few days back again, and my core heats up.

She doesn't want you, I try to convince myself. She's your friend, she doesn't want you. She will fall in love with you, not your brain nor your scars, and when she finds out about the way you think she'll leave.

When we arrived at the restaurant, we ordered a plate together, since we always share and the food here comes in big sizes that we wouldn't finish if we ate it separately.

When we arrive at the restaurant, we order a plate together, since we always share and the food here comes in big sizes that we won't finish if we ate it separately.

“So, how's work?” I ask when we're waiting for our food.

“It's going well, I guess.”

“You guess?”

"I just hate my boss."

I furrow my eyebrows, “do you want to talk about it?”

“It's fine, he just sucks. But well, Jesse is postulating to—you know, be a boss; that fucker.”

I chuckle, “Well, I like Jesse.” I soon realize what I said, and my cheeks go red. “Not in a, uh, romantic way or anything. You know. Fuck. He's just nice.”

“Just nice?”

“I like you better than him,” I blurt out, which only adds to my embarrassment.

Oh, oh.

I like Ellie.

Fuck, yeah. You do.

Who am I kidding, I knew I did. From the start—from the first time she looked at me, for the first time touched my hand and spoke to me; for the first time she played guitar for me and made dinner because she knew how tired I was.

Ellie is flushed. I can tell.

“Oh, do you?” She asks with a grin.

The waitress comes with our food, and leaves the plate. I look at her, she looks at me at Ellie and then leaves.

I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and lay my elbow on the table, with my chin propped up in my hand.

“What if I do?”

She bites her lip, looks at mine and then at the food, “The food's getting cold.”

What the fuck. What the actual fuck. Did that actually happen, or was it my imagination? Holy shit. Shit! Fucking fuck.

It leaves me thinking, but my thoughts leave when I hear her laughter after I crack a joke.

We take the stairs up the apartment, and we laugh all the way up. We just laugh and laugh and laugh because she said something and now I'm almost falling to the floor from how much my stomach hurts.

“Stop,” I say when we get to our apartment door. I keep laughing because Ellie's laughing too and she can't open the door. “My stomach hurts.”

She looks at me and laughs. Idiot. I laugh, too.

“Hey!” We hear our neighbor say. “Quiet down!”

“We're sorry!” I exclaim back, as he closes his door.

Ellie giggles, “You're so fucking dumb, I'm not sorry at all.”

“Shut up,” I say.

“Oh, make me.”

And then—oh, god—and then, and then she looks at me as the curvature of my lips goes down, and then I kiss her.

I kissed her. I fucking did. Me, not her—not Ellie's brave and confident ass, but mine. The butterfly in my chest flutters harder when she kisses back. She puts both of her hands on my waist and deepens the kiss, while my hand moves from her cheeks to her neck, then finds its way to her torso.

Ellie manages to open the door without breaking the kiss, and then she shuts the door with her foot.

“We should—” I speak between kisses. “Ellie—couch.”

“Yeah, okay. Okay.”

Our tongues fight, but our souls mend and I find my way to her in every sense.

#ellie williams #ellie x reader #the last of us 2 #tlou #mental health awareness #ellie williams x y/n #wlw #lesbian #depression awarness #idk what is this #fic #emwrites ; ⋆

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cheesysoup-arlo · 6 months

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Like a dog pt. 1

(pt. 2)

Regina x reader angst?

Warnings: toxic Regina, slur (use of the word lesbo)

I listened to this song for most of the writing process lol

You loved Regina. You loved her so much and you would do anything for her. She was your girlfriend. She wouldn’t tell anyone that but you knew it and that was enough for you.

You’ve noticed Regina being a little more distant than usual since Cady joined the plastics. You didn’t think much of it until rumors of Aaron and Regina dating started spreading.

While hanging out at Regina’s house (with the plastics) you decided to try and bring it up. “Hey Gina, um I-“ before you could even get your words out Regina snapped “What (Y/N)” she said rolling her eyes. “You know never mind I’m probably being ridiculous” you say worried she’ll get mad “No, spit it out, Now” she demanded. “Um so I’ve been hearing rumors that you and Aaron are dating, I know us dating is a secret (only you and the plastics know) but I thought we were only seeing each other?” You say kind of rambling and nervous. “Oh my god you’re being ridiculous” Regina said annoyed “get over yourself, you’re a secret for a reason, people can’t know I’m some lesbo like you and Janis that would be gross” you suddenly felt really small and unwanted something that you weren’t used to feeling especially when you were with your girlfriend. “Yeah, right, exactly, I don’t even know why I brought it up, sorry” you mumbled out. “God you’re so insecure sometimes” Regina says leaning in to kiss you. You kiss her, the mean things she said don’t matter as much as that kiss. Kissing her soft sweet lips meant everything to you.

The next day at school you’re putting your stuff in your locker when Regina calls you over. “(Y/N) come” Regina commanded “Yes?” You say confused walking over to her, she normally doesn’t talk to you much at school. “Gretchen was right you are like a dog, you come crawling to me whenever I call” she laughs a little with her friends. “Ok bye bye puppy, see you later” she says waving you away and laughing. You go to the bathroom to cry. Why was your girlfriend being like this? Doesn’t she love you? You lost track of time while crying and missed class. You wipe your tears, trying to make yourself look presentable before your only class with Regina. When you walk into class you see Regina. You’re not as excited as you normally are but seeing her makes you a little happy even if she’s being mean to you. Regina notices you and says, “come here puppy come sit” she points to the seat next to her and of course you follow. Regina pulls you in for a kiss, she never does that in public so you were shocked. “Regina there’s people” you say worried. She rolls her eyes “just be grateful I kissed you” you decide being quiet would be the better option. Regina’s behavior confused you. “Meet me at my car during lunch” Regina whispered in your ear. You just nod. Lunch was after next period. When the bell rang you packed up your things to head to art. You bumped into someone. “Ow fuck sorry” you say picking up the stuff you dropped. “It’s ok” says a familiar voice. “Oh hi Janis” “hi (Y/N), heading to art?” “Um yeah, you know I sit like right behind you” “yeah I know but sometimes you ditch so I was just curious” Janis jokes making you laugh a little. You two walk to art together, talking a little about your recent projects. Rumors start spreading when the two openly out lesbians are seen walking together in the halls and laughing. You don’t go on your phone in art. So to your surprise when you open your phone after the bell rings for lunch and see loads of messages and post about you and Janis. And two text from Regina

Regina 💕: get your ass to my car

Regina💕: NOW

uh oh she’s angry. You run to her car. “Hey Regina” “get in the car” you do what you’re told. “So you’re cheating on me?” “WHAT NO” “oh come on (Y/N) why else would you be talking and giggling with Janis” “um maybe because I have art with her” “I don’t want to see you around her anymore” she kisses you then continues “you’re mine” you blush due to her possessiveness even if she only talked like this in private. “All yours” you say. She kisses you again. “Oh one more thing, don’t bring up Aaron anymore he’s being like so annoying and tried to kiss me” “ok” you say leaning in to kiss her again. She kisses you back kinda rough, biting your bottom lip then sticking her tongue in your mouth to assert dominance. You moan. “Oh you like that” Regina chuckles. You’re embarrassed and hide your face. She grabs you chin and makes you look at her “I want you to come over tonight after the girls leave” “ok?” You say a little confused “you’re gonna be a good little puppy and do whatever I say, ok?” You nod. “Good, now get out, I’ll see you tonight.” You leave a little confused but also excited because you get to see Regina later.

A/N: this has been in my notes app for like 3 days because I couldn’t tell if this was worth posting but here you go

#mean girls #regina george x reader #regina george #Spotify

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egg-but-with-style · 3 months

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HEADCANONS WITH THE BOYSSSS!!!!

My last post did pretty well, and if people like it, I figured I might as well try my hand at some more!!!!

Gaz

This guy literally has the best skin in the world, it's like looking at something carved from marble, everytime you ask about his skincare routine, he just says genetics.

He detests anything made with cinnamon, his older sister once made him try a pie she made, and by the time he was done eating it, he was literally coughing up cinnamon. Didn't say anything though, couldn't be mean to his sister like that.

HE CANNOT SIT STILL!! Gaz and soap are literally the most energetic people on base. Except Price finds Gaz charming and soap less so...

Also I for some reason think he smells like oranges and mangos???

(edited after I saw a tiktok about climate change) GAZ IS SUPER VOCAL ABOUT CLIMATE CHANGE, all of the boys care to some degree (get it?) but Gaz brings hard facts and evidence everytime he talks about it, Price is now worried for Gaz's mental health

Price

Where to start? Maybe with the fact he has duplicates of his hats he keeps in his office drawer. Ghost went in there one time to give Price a report and saw Price open his Hat Drawer. Ghost had never seen so many hats

If some of y'all didn't know, if you have a low tolerance to cigars and breathe in too much of the smoke, you'll get sick. So, Price keeps a puking trash can just for the people that come into his office. Is he gonna stop smoking to prevent people from losing their lunch? Never.

When he's not on duty he wears the stupid Hawaiian shirts that middle aged dads wear on vacation. Also cargo shorts. Cause they're tactical

Soap

Again, he cannot sit still. He'll wake up in the middle of the night and you'll find him in the armory tinkering with an explosive, and even then he gets up every couple minutes just to pace around

He is very meticulous about his hair. Every morning he wakes up just a little bit earlier then everyone else and hair gels that baby into place. It does not move. It could probably be as effective as a military grade helmet at that point.

THIS MAN DRAWS PORN AND POSTS IT ON TWITTER!!! He uses an alias of course, and a very well hidden drawing tablet when he's on duty. Just ignore the fact that alot of the men he draws look just a tad bit like ghost. Just a little.

Also, while all of the COD men love a woman (or man) with meat on their bones, soap is feral. Chubby chaser all the way. There's also something really hot about a person being around his height and not taking his shit.

Ghost

He has horrible acne under that mask. It's actually awful how much he goes through just to keep it on. He's done skincare, moisturizing, pimple patches, everything, and nothing work. The worst part is, he thinks the mask is so cool it's worth it

This man is an actual dork. (Idea by @ghouljams) this guy definitely makes those little miniatures. The little details he puts into every bit of his work, whether it's wood grain, the look of water, he just does it all with such skill. The plus side is that it keeps his brain at bay, not thinking and more focused on what's in front of him. He also likes DND. Go figure.

I also do like the idea of trans ghost. He understands what it was like before he transitioned and feeling ashamed of his size when he used to be forced into the stereotype of what a woman should look like. So when people fuck with you about your size, he's right behind you like he's gonna kill them.

Authors note: the only thing I'm afraid of as I start writing is 1. The fan fic author curse, and 2. People actually paying attention to me, my anxiety is gonna kill me, lol. Anyway, hope y'all are having a great day!!! Bye!!!

#plus size reader #chubby reader #tall reader #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #john price #cod x reader #cod headcanons #also kyle tries to help ghost with his chronic acne but ghost stops listening after he stares into kyles beautiful eyes

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nanaminsmoon · 1 year

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𝙚𝙭-𝙗𝙛!𝙏𝙤𝙟𝙞

A/N: so this is the first time writing something to post so it might not be the best and i’m sorry that it’s mad long lol.

warnings: oral (male receiving + female receiving), toji nuts on readers’ face and licks it off(he nasty asf for that), toji calls reader ‘princess’ and ‘baby, phone sex kinda (you’ll see what i mean), unprotected sex (stay safe y’all), toji is a dick but he loves you really.

wc: 4583:)) + lazily proofread.

ex-bf!Toji who weasels his way back into your life with a ‘Happy birthday!’ text. When he sent it, you hadn't spoken in a little over 6 months, but he had been planning this since that day. That being the time when he showed up at your apartment a few months after you broke up and fucked you senseless. You swore to yourself it would never happen again, but you knew there was a chance that wouldn't be true. You two had broken up because you had said that you wanted space. And ex-bf!Toji agreed to give it to you. But the problem with this man is that he will just come back whenever he thinks you've had enough space. You usually try to ignore him, but the man is very persistent.

ex-bf!Toji who shows up at your apartment the night of your birthday, knocking on it until it opens. You weren’t expecting anybody because you had spent the entire day celebrating with family and friends, and you were hoping to get some time alone at the end of the night. So you dragged your sock-covered feet across the living room to the door, and when you looked through the peephole, your heart almost stopped. You knew what ex-bf!Toji was like, but you hoped he would at least let you have some peace on your birthday of all days. The voice in the back of your mind told you that you really should’ve known better because ex-bf!Toji could be described with many words; irritating, conniving, sexy, cocky. But ‘peaceful’ was not one of them.

“Evenin’, birthday girl”, he smirked, arm leant on the doorframe, as he scanned your frame. He loved you in comfortable clothes; some baggy joggers, a baggy t-shirt, some fluffy socks, and your baby pink bonnet on your head. It ignited something inside him that he couldn’t quite put his finger on—he wasn’t quite sure if he wanted to cuddle you, or strip them off your body so he could see the bulge his dick made in your stomach properly.

“Fuck off, Toji”, you said, aiming to close the door but just as it was closing, his hand landed flat on it, opening it back up again.

“Hey, don't be like that.”, ex-bf!Toji feigned a wounded pout, “I missed you, and just wanted to make sure you had a good day. That’s all.”, he took a step forward, and you started to close the door again.

“I know you, Toji, so I know that it’s never that easy with you. I don’t wanna talk to you, and I most certainly don’t wanna fuck you.”, his head tilted at your words, as a smirk began spreading on his face, “Plus, I’m seeing someone now, and he wouldn’t like me speaking to you, so bye”, you hmphed before going to close the door but, like the other two attempts, ex-bf!Toji didn’t let that happen. But, this time, he pushed you further inside, and walked in, kicking the door closed behind him.

“He here?”, he spoke, and his voice was at the lowest it had been in all of the 90 seconds you had been speaking. ex-bf!Toji was looking around your apartment, eyes sweeping the area intently; he wasn’t scared, he just wanted to find the fucker who’d been ‘seeing’ his girl, so he could gauge his eyes out and make sure he wouldn’t be seeing anything ever again.

“No.”, you answered timidly, backing up further into your apartment. You weren’t afraid, you just knew that the only way to keep control over your limbs was to keep them away from his touch—meaning you needed to distance yourself from him.

“Then why should I give a fuck?”, he took another step forward. Once you brought up being involved with someone else, the sly twinkle in ex-bf!Toji‘s eyes had retired, his eyes darkening by two shades. Yet, at the sight of your frail movements, the simulated sympathy from earlier had found its way back onto ex-bf!Toji‘s profile.

“Don’t look so scared of me, beautiful. You know I could never hurt you, baby.”, he walked towards you and, once he saw that you were no longer retreating, his hand lifted to lightly caress your cheek. And you let him. Because this was just how ex-bf!Toji was; he would lure you into a false sense of security, hatching you in the palm of his hand, before closing his fingers around you, crushing you into dust, and sprinkling you onto the floor underneath him. That’s how your relationship had gone; the beginning being full of amazing sex, laughs, and just feeling like you were with a man who would do anything for you. It was great…until it wasn’t. You see, ex-bf!Toji doesn’t have many friends, says they’re a waste of time and that ‘the only person you can really trust is yourself’. But that posed a problem when he would constantly want to hang out with you; he wasn’t clingy, he just had no one else so he was constantly calling, texting, coming over to your place, and expecting you to drop whatever it was that you were doing just to do whatever he wanted to do. Which was usually just fucking. Okay, he was clingy, but he refused to admit it; whether he didn’t realise, or he was just in denial, you didn’t know. But it all got to be too much and you had to leave.

ex-bf!Toji‘s whose hands grew hot at the slightest graze of his fingers on your cheek. Then the glint that had resigned earlier, restored in full force. He knew you couldn’t resist him; at first he wasn’t sure, then you let him into your house with no further protests, and he knew you were his again. You didn’t know it yet, but you were. You always had been, nothing had changed, and now he was going to claim back what was his.

“Take your shoes off”, you spoke quietly, eyes still on his. You didn’t want him here, but you weren’t about to let this man stand on your new rug with his damn shoes on.

“And you said you didn’t want me here”, he chuckled.

“I don’t, but I like this rug. So you either take them off and say what you wanna say, or we have this conversation outside.”, you spat out, and his eyebrow rose as a surprised smile crawled onto his face. One thing you and ex-bf!Toji had in common was your attitude—in other words, you were both stubborn, and very vocal about it. So he was used to it. But you had never been one to give it to him first, you were only ever ‘bratty’ (as he liked to call it), when he provoked you. He had literally invited himself into your home but, in his mind, he hadn’t done to poke at you yet. At least, not enough to make you like this.

“What the fuck does this guy do to you? You never used to speak to me like this”, he chuckled as he reached down to take off his shoes, then he turned around to put them by the door, “I don’t know if I’m turned on, or pissed off”, he said on his walk back to you.

“Nothing”, you crossed your arms.

“Yeah, that’s problem”, his hands rose again, but this time they were further south, as he gripped your jaw with his right hand, “You need some dick, that’s why you’re acting up”. Due to his cocky persona, you had never confessed to ex-bf!Toji that he understood your needs like the back of his hand. You didn’t even want to admit it to yourself, at first, instead you just tried to convince yourself that maybe you’re just very predictable. Because there’s no other reason that explains him being able to know how you’re feeling, and why you’re feeling it.

ex-bf!Toji who pulls your face closer to his, as he leans down to you. Heavy breaths left both of your mouths, the tense silence sucking all of the air out of your living room. Fucking him would mean one of two things: 1) you guys get back together, which you didn’t know if you really wanted again, despite how much you missed him and his dick. Or, 2) you fuck and then never see each other again. ‘Never’ being however many months it takes for him to come back to you again. You weren’t going back to him, you never did. It felt better letting him in when he came to you, then going to him—you felt stronger because you were maintaining the space that you had wanted so bad. But then the needy part of you would always let him back in whenever you needed to be touched by someone who knew what made you feel good.

You didn’t know how it happened but, one second, you were stood in your living room then, next thing you knew, ex-bf!Toji‘s lips were pressed onto yours. His arms wrapping around you to pull you into him by your ass, before his tongue would lightly brush your lower lip, before it was inside of your mouth. Your tongues would move against each other for a few more seconds before ex-bf!Toji would pull back, your bottom lip sandwiched between his teeth as if it were a souvenir commemorating his departure from the inside of your mouth. His hands, however, remained clawing at your ass through your baggy joggers, and he just kept pulling you into himself. After a few seconds, you realised he was doing that so you could feel how hard he was under those jeans of his.

“I told you I’m not fucking you, Toji”, you shook your head lightly at him, and one of his hands rose so he could use his index finger to lift your head up.

“We both know that’s not true”, he smirked at you before he moved down to plant open mouthed kisses on your neck, biting you right on the side of it, “If he asks you who did this, tell him it was a birthday present from a friend”, he hummed against your skin.

And he was right, it wasn’t true. Because not too long after, ex-bf!Toji had you laying on your back on top of your bed, your legs hanging over the foot of it, as he knelt on the floor. One hand on your lower stomach, and another hand wrapped around your thigh so you wouldn’t move, ex-bf!Toji was eating you out like your pussy was his sole life source. He had started with languid licks between your folds, occasionally sucking and blowing on your throbbing clit but he grew impatient and just starting tongue fucking your hole. You had already cum twice, and your legs were covered in dark purple splotches, but ex-bf!Toji wouldn’t stop. He had to take his jeans off because they were starting to hurt him. With how hard he was, he thought his zip would fly off. But, as amazing as it all felt, you wanted him inside of you before you ripped a chunk of his hair out because of how hard you were grabbing it.

“Toji, f-fuck me, p-please”, you mewled out, and his head rose up for a moment so he could look at you. Your eyelashes were dry—usually, by this time, your cheeks would hold shadows of dried tears, but your face was completely barren. And he hated it.

“C’mere”, he stood up, yanking your legs towards him when he felt you were moving to slow. Then, he helped you stabilise yourself on your shaky legs, before he pushed you to the floor so you were on your knees.

“Suck it”, he ordered, and you quickly pulled his boxers down, weirdly surprised by how big he was. You had seen ex-bf!Toji‘s dick too many times for genitalia that didn’t belong to you, but you had forgotten just how big he was. And now you were faced with his dribbling tip, everything just became a bit too daunting. And ex-bf!Toji could feel it emanating off you, and he reached down to your cheek, stroking it again,

“Don’t act like you’ve never seen it before.”, he scoffed, “Don’t just gawk at it, put it in your mouth. You can take it, we both know you can”, you looked up at him, and nodded at his commands before taking him into your hand and as you were about to wrap your lips around his throbbing tip, he tsked down at you.

“None of that teasing shit. Take the whole thing in your throat”, you scoffed at him, but his face remained straight. He was dead serious.

So you took him into your mouth and, as you were slowly putting more of him into your mouth, he pushed your head down so he hit the back of your throat, and you gagged around him. Earning a dark moan from the figure above you, but he pulled you back slowly, the sensation of his length pulling out of your throat causing two fingers to drift to your clit to rub on it.

“Don’t touch it”, he breathed out, “That’s my job”, he threw his head back, and moaned up into the air.

ex-bf!Toji who fucked your throat for a few minutes, before his thighs and lower abdomen started to twitch and he felt himself getting close. So he pulled himself out of your throat. One hand grabbed the back of your hair to hold you in place, and his other hand pumped his dick before he spoke quietly,

“Close your eyes”, he warned, and you just about had enough time to heed his warning before his cum was spurting all over your face.

“Better”, he smiled, happy that your face was no longer pristine. And, before you could even gather your thoughts to understand what he meant, he was picking you up, and throwing you on your bed.

ex-bf!Toji who licks the nut on your chin, before his tongue leads him to your mouth that he kisses sloppily before pulling back from you. A smirk on his face as he takes a moment to admire how unfaltering your beauty is. You hadn’t changed since the last time you two were in this position and he hoped that it stayed that way.

ex-bf!Toji who finally gets the time to analyse your shirt, and realises he’s never seen it before.

“This his?”, he grabs a handful of the ash grey band tee. You didn’t know how you forgot that the shirt you were wearing belonged to the guy you wee seeing, but ex-bf!Toji noticed it first. You nodded up at him, and his jaw clenched. He had originally planned to pull it off you, but now he knew who it belonged to, he just ripped it in half, revealing your bare nipples. He threw the shirt somewhere in your room, before his lips latched around your nipple, nibbling at it gently, causing you to wince.

ex-bf!Toji who occupies your focus by placing wet, lingering kisses on your torso as a means to distract you while he angled himself at your entrance. That pretty much did nothing because your body reacted before you could even comprehend what was going on. Goosebumps cascaded over you as his tip brushed against your folds. And the satisfaction he got from seeing how something as miniscule as that got such a big reaction from you, meant that he would do it again. One hand on your knee to keep your legs open, and the other placed on his dick to rub the tip against your folds over and over again.

“Toji, please just fuck me!”, you whined desperately, your voice louder than you’d want it to be, and he simply laughed at you. It amused him how your demeanour had changed so quickly.

“‘Fuck me, Toji, fuck me’”, he mocked your voice, “I’ll do what I want, sweetheart. Look at you, begging for me after you were saying you didn’t want to fuck me”, he pouted again, before he slammed himself into you, causing you to cry out.

ex-bf!Toji who fucks you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do; one of your legs sat atop his shoulder as he slams into you, over and over again. The sum of his lips leaving wet kisses wherever they can, his tip so deep inside you that it's damn near touching your lungs, and the obscenities he was licking onto your flaming hot skin, was making you go crazy.

ex-bf!Toji whose mind is fixated on fucking you so good that you won't want anyone ever again. He doesn't want to keep doing this stupid back and forth of you two walking away from each other, only to crawl right back into each others arms again. To say he was jealous was an understatement; he was seething. And, in his mind, it was already decided that you would never be seeing that guy again. Whoever the fuck he was.

“What about your boyfriend, huh? He fuck you like this?”, he chuckled, and you shook your head, still whining, “I could tell. You’re still so fucking tight, it’s like you haven’t been fucked in years”, he chuckled, breathing heavily in your ear.

“H-harder, Toji, p-please”, your words were laboured as, with the way he was pounding into you, you couldn’t garner enough air to voice an entire sentence.

“What about all that shit you were talking earlier, huh?”, he teased, “Telling me you’ve changed, but you still take my dick as good as always. Still so desperate, so needy”, his words were punctuated by harsh thrusts. It wasn’t unusual for him to relieve his anger through fucking you with reckless abandon, even if his stomach spun with guilt afterwards. But this time, ex-bf!Toji was mad at a plethora of things, and the most painful, was losing you.

Even though he never said it, you changed ex-bf!Toji’s life. Before you, he never really thought that making emotional connections with people wasn’t worth it because they were unreliable. But you were so good to him, even when he wasn’t the best to you. He lived in the same apartment building as your best friend, and you had met when you held the elevator open for him. He had never thanked you, he just smirked at you and went about his day. Then, when you next saw him, you expected him to do the same. But he didn’t, and you had teased him about it. He shrugged you off, but then he went home and nutted twice just at the thought of you. He asked you on a date, the night after he did that, and he fell in love with you a few months after.

ex-bf!Toji whose senses are overridden by everything you. Your scent, the noises you make when he hits those spots, and the satisfying sting provided by your french tip nails digging into his back. But, alas, nothing lasts forever, and his bliss was cut short by the shrill cries resonating from your phone. When he looked at the screen, he saw a male name he had never heard you mention. That must be him, he thought to himself. His hips didn’t stop, now thrusting even harder somehow, making it harder for you to push the device further on your bedside table.

“Answer it.”, he growled onto your neck. You knew why he wanted you to answer the phone, and you didn’t want to deal with the drama; you wanted to break things off with this guy in a more amicable way that wouldn’t hurt his feelings. Or, worse, stroke ex-bf!Toji‘s ego even more.

“N-no, Toji, that’s n-not— fuckfuckfuck. Toji, I’m gonna c-cum—”, your eyes were rolling so far back you could’ve sworn you saw your brain.

“You’re not cumming until you answer that fucking phone”, ex-bf!Toji stopped his movements, causing you to whine in frustration before you leaned up and shakily grabbed your phone.

“Hello?”, you breathed out, “Yeah? Um…not right now, I’m just busy. Nah, nah, I’m good, just…there was a spider and I was running around looking for it. Yeah, I would’ve called you but…I didn’t want to bother you. I, uh…I want to see you too. But, I’m just real busy right now. But…if we can, then maybe”, your eyes were trained on the man on top of you, and he was training his hands to not pick that phone up and throw it at the wall. But, instead, he put both of his hands on your knees and held them apart and pounded himself into you. Over and over and over again; his only concern being making you moan as loud as you possibly could. Naturally, your phone fell out of your hand and landed softly on the pillow, so ex-bf!Toji picked it up.

“Delete her number.”, was all he said before he placed the phone back onto the pillow. You hoped thought that he hung up, but he hadn’t.

ex-bf!Toji who fucked you harder than he ever had, just because he wanted your boyfriend to cry blood. You hadn’t realised that he hadn’t hung up yet, so when he told you to be louder, you were louder. And when he told you to moan his name like it’s the word that would grant your salvation, you complied as quick as your mind would allow you.

“Tell me you’ll never leave me again”, his thrusts grew harsher; the thought of you being ripped from him again made him beyond frustrated. And that frustration was revealing itself in how hard he was fucking you.

“I c-can’t.”, you stuttered out. How was he asking you to say shit to him when you couldn’t even remember your own name with how good he was fucking you??

“You can, and you will. Now tell me that you’re mine now. That you won’t walk away from me again.”, he growled out and, this time, his hand reached to your throat. With his thumb on one side of your neck, and his index and middle finger on the other, ex-bf!Toji squeezed gently. And that, combined with the way his tip was hitting that spot over and over again, was enough to make you dizzy. But you still obeyed.

“I..w-won’t-t. I p-promise, T-Toji, I won’t!”, you shouted out, and that was the moment your, now, ex-boyfriend hung up. And the smirk imminent on ex-bf!Toji‘s face was very telling; he was smug as fuck. Not only had he gotten rid of the fucker trying to steal the love of his life, but he got his girl back. Whether you meant what you said, or you were too fucked to know, he didn’t know nor care. He would take the angelic noises you were making as gospel.

“Damn fucking right you won’t.”, he muttered, fucking you even harder. Because his plan was just to fuck you so hard your legs gave out, and you literally would never walk away from him.

ex-bf!Toji who made you cum five times before he felt his thighs twitch for the second time that night, and he was beginning to think he was going to draw blood with how hard he was biting his bottom lip.

“Who this pussy belong to, baby?”, he grunted, before biting your earlobe. He sucked it into his mouth, and you were so overstimulated you thought you were going to faint.

“Y-you, Toji, it’s-s yours-s. F-fuckkkkfuckfuckfuckfuck”, you could feel your sixth orgasm, and you were about to lose it all. Any other day, you would talk back and give this man shit, but at this point you just needed him to nut so this could be over with. ex-bf!Toji‘s stamina was insane so he could go round after round after round, but if he was overstimulated you could at least get him to slow down for his own wellbeing.

“Imma cum in this pussy, baby, I can’t hold this shit in no more. You want it?”, the aggression in his thrusts had dropped significantly and their rhythm was far more sporadic. He knew he wasn’t pulling out; you felt so good and the wetness from the amount of times you had cum was just too good to part from.

“You still on birth control?”, he asked, his breathy heavy and laboured, and you nodded lazily. You didn’t know where you were, who you were, or what was going on at this point, and you just needed a break. The dick was too good; you wanted to be in that bed all night, but you needed some time to get yourself together or you’d go insane.

“F-fuck, baby, I c-can’t”, were the last words ex-bf!Toji uttered before his hips stilled inside you, and his head fell. The strands of raven hair that sweat hadn’t glued to his forehead were reaching out to kiss the delicate brown skin on your face.

ex-bf!Toji whose nut seems like it’s never-ending. His head is just dropped down, your foreheads attached, as he just moans lowly, his breath hitting your lips. After a few more seconds, his hips start moving again, as whines start leaving his mouth. You had never heard ex-bf!Toji whine because each time it happened, he stifled it or made sure you moaned loud enough to drown him out. But your ears, and pussy, were twitching at the high pitched noises falling from his mouth. It was just pure desperation; he needed you more than he had ever needed anything, and having you back in his arms felt like heaven to him.

“I missed you so much, princess”, his voice was starting to crack, and his fingers were about to rip through the pillow next to your head, as he came for a third time.

ex-bf!Toji who pulls your cheek onto his bare chest once you guys are done, and traces circles onto your bare arm. All the while, his lips are moving slowly, promising you the world and everything in it. As long as you stay with him forever.

#nanaminsmooninc #black tumblr #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x black reader #jujutsu kaisen x black y/n #toji x black y/n #toji x black reader #toji fushiguro #toji zenin

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jailhouserock45 · 22 days

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I still can't get it out of my head.

From what I've gathered and seen through the lovely gifs that everyone shares, I got myself excited for caryl going canon even though I told myself that ship had probably sailed😅

After around season 8-9 I started thinking "huh, maybe they won't do anything about these two people who very much love eachother and have chemistry off the charts, and keep them buddies instead."

And I slowly have been accepting it (ish) over the years...UNTIL....

Daryl got his spinoff.

And even though I haven't watched it, only through gifs, videos, tumblr posts etc etc...(so please correct me if I'm wrong anyone😆) but it REALLY seemed to me that they were finally finding the excuse to make Daryl realize his feelings for Carol this whole time, in turn making him NEED to get back to her and finally do something about it.

From things like the pigeon handler saying "maybe he has a girlfriend? Yes, we all have someone who waits for us somewhere." Then the camera immediately showing Daryl, who looks down in thought as if longing for something...(*cough cough* someone...)

Like, we already know he has DREAMT of going back home, and he has DREAMT of Carol.

Dreaming of her, people...What are we SUPPOSED to think he's thinking?

The pigeon handler even mentioned a girlfriend. That wasn't completely necessary to add but they did. Hmm.

Then I saw a clip of Daryl, (the whole thing probably lasts 2 seconds) glancing at an older couple who are sitting close together, and smiling at eachother.

Daryl observes that, then has that same longing/sad look on his face before moving on.

What on earth? Like I said, I haven't watched it so maybe I'm way off and I need context, but to me that implies he is wanting something like what those older people have... and with who else other than Carol? There is no other person he has been close to...

Then we have a moment of pretty big significance to me.

Daryl was asked if he'd ever been in love....and he HESITATES.

He didn't automatically shake is his head, and let out a gruff "nah" and drop it. He had to think about it.

It's plain to see in his body language that the answer is yes, but he doesn't say anything.

Obviously a person came to his mind, we just don't know who. Why??

If we are supposed to view him as a guy who only wants to go home, WHY are there so many romantic undertones going on? And if there is hints of romance, who would they (the writers) be implying Daryl is thinking about?

We've seen the only woman on his mind is Carol, (hence the dream) and we aren't supposed to put the pieces together??

Ever since the first episode of the spinoff aired, I've been confused and hopeful and excited and then sad and then feeling foolish...the list goes on😂

Like I said before, if this whole time they hadn't been leading up to Canon, and they only wanted to keep Daryl and Carol "sibling-like" besties, they REALLY didn't do a great job at it.

(Or maybe we were supposed to think that Daryl was thinking about Isabelle? If that's the case, they messed up with that too😆)

I'm just an observer so maybe I'm dead wrong about everthing and just hung up on Caryl...that is a possibility I guess lol!

Anywhoo, I'm done blabbing. Bye👋

#caryl #carol peletier #daryl dixon #twd caryl #tboc #twd daryl #twd carol #caryl positivity #the book of carol #mcreedus

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vargaslovinghours · 7 months

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EleVeN!11!!1! (1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 10½)

Fuzzy Edgar forever. I don’t remember the context now, maybe there wasn’t any to begin with haha, he’s just so cute with slightly longer hair! And upset :)

Some Diaryfic snuggles ♥ Scriabin can be so sweet to him at the worst time ah, I love Edgar’s hard on his arm and Scriabin’s pulling his hair out of his injured eye 💕

While I was very inspired by the Red Flags meme going around (we’ll get there), I was just as inspired by Mixed Messages - this exchange is so silly and them to me. He’s just trying to flirt back, you don’t have to make it harder! That’s just what Scriabin does haha

🥐 🖕 D:’

What else did you expect Scriabin to do with texting capabilities?? I’m still very enamoured with the thought of Scriabin using emojis and Edgar using emoticons - they are sort of different generations!

Here’s the Red Flags! So gd catchy, damn lol. I was specifically inspired by the X is on a date with themself edits, it was so tempting to consider a Ladyverse version as well haha. Edgar’s uncomfortable smiles were so incredibly fun hehe ♪

Y’see because with that many eyes- you get it

Edgar’s little “Or do I??” makes me laugh haha, anything to get out of this situation!

Waiter Jake ❤️💕💖💞💗 Rescue him!

Very inspired by this one specifically, he’s totally innocent! Not offputting at all! ♥

Alright well good luck with that bye. I love Edgar being menaced into continuing this date hehe ♫

Scriabin just keeping on the pressure for this date to keep going! Slight neg in “Couldn’t you have dressed up a little nicer though? ✨” pft

Brief aside with Scriabin!Edgar out drinking with my OC Mint who has very openly had a crush on the Vargases for a while now, thanks Mint

Honestly it was all just an excuse to turn him down and have Scriabin call Edgar his “landlord” haha; I was feeling nostalgic and went back to reread some old YuGiOh fics and had been so long away that I forgot that was a term used in the fandom to refer to the bodies of people the various Yamis would take over hehe ♪ It felt very fitting!

I can call him that but don’t you call him that >:(

Angy Scriabin!Edgar, the usual

Handplates re/reading doodles!! Hghgh!!! The theses of these stories of codependent relationships cut me to my very core I’ll have you know 💕 I managed to avoid falling down the rabbit hole of Handplates!Vargas but I was this close, lemme tell you. The subtle shift in phrasing changes so much ;; I love them dearly

A kind-of leftover WOY style Scriabin, since I made his hair all pointy in my first doodles - the WOY style is quite soft and round! He looks very silly hehe

Another song that is, yes, unironically in my Vargas playlist. This is a Nny song to me and you can pry it from my cold dead correct hands. That beautiful facial hair ♪

More Handplates/Vargas, this time obviously inspired by my holiday request 💕💖💞 I honestly rather like how calm Gaster seems whenever he’s in Edgar’s vicinity, he is a fairly unassuming human haha. Is it because he doesn’t laugh very often? Oh no that’s sad actually haha

I’m not done with Blank Slate Ch. 4 just yet - hopefully soon! - but this lineup stands out to me especially since I made it while rereading Handplates. Specifically after Gaster is pulled out of the Void - Gaster having to face the people he loves who have no memory of him really spoke to me in a Blank Slate way - the scenario of being able to completely start over and have never done anything to hurt your loved ones, at the expense of never having done anything to them, as far as they’re concerned, ah! It hurts so beautifully!! That’s one of the central themes I’m chasing so it was so cool to see in that context! Very inspiring ♥

So remember how in my Sims post, one Vargas family ended up with two Todds? Well what if that but actually

Twin Todd AU, just try and stop me

The saddest little twins y’ever did see ahh 💔 Having to share Shmee because there’s just the one of him! Who has a greater need :’0

I actually went and skimmed the SQUEE! comics to get a better grasp on the Casils, I’d forgotten basically everything haha. It seemed in keeping that if they could barely keep track of the one Todd, they wouldn’t bother even differentiating between two :’) Taking Todd shifts to better share the load

At least they have each other! More helpful than a stuffed bear who eats trauma? On par at least?

I also happened to catch this screenshot of the Todds gossiping about their shadow-dad, though I’m not sure who had seen him :0 By now I have found an adoption memory-loss prevention mod - thank goodness :D - but it wasn’t installed at the time! :0 Blue Todd is the Todd who’d already been the Vargases’ kid, Red Todd is newly-adopted Todd :)

Greetings in order! One of the Todds came by to scout out this strange new person

It’s a name to go by, if nothing else

Reporting back from the field, he has served his big narrative influence hehe ♥

Uh, yeah, about that- While I don’t doubt you were seeing double at times, uhm-

Surprise! Double the sons!

Only so much space in this apartment! They’re probably used to sharing a space to sleep weh, the implications of this AU are sad! I have no one to blame but myself haha

I have never been able to give up this twisted love I have for Edgar getting flustered about incredibly silly things and Scriabin chiding him with just his name haha ♥ Real twins do not delegitimize whatever the hell you two are to each other 💕

Who me? An affinity for how names shape identity and what it means to be a whole separate person? In love with this story in particular? You must be mistaken. But really, what would their name(s) be? I also love the subtle differences even just here - one Todd speaks up for the other! Dynamics ✨

1994, 2004, basically the same year innit. Scriabin is so much more on the up-and-up about the latest technology than Edgar, that old man

In which the offscreen is me lol, I was so blown away by how much more advanced the Sims 2 was from the Sims 1 ♥ Scriabin doesn’t need a box with a program in it, he has the absolute funnest toy in the world already!

And isn’t that the most important part ♪

Scriabin immediately makes himself and hooks up with every Sim he can, Edgar uncomfortable and totally not watching a~ny of the animations hehe ♪ Honestly though, the thought of Scriabin being genuinely excited to virtually get it on with any-and-every delights me haha

Look. Look, okay, look- If I could choose what to be inspired by, I would but sometimes

Obviously Scriabin would be a long Furby lol, this exchange can be summarized to “Scriabin no D:” “Scriabin yes >:D”

He’s complaining that Edgar ignoring him sleeping is boring haha

I did briefly lose my mind over how the Furbish word for “I/me/my/mine” is all the same - linguistically it makes sense, self-possessive, but in this, in their context ♥

Based on that one Wojak format - looks into the camera like “Yes. I am in your head. Insanity tracks” pfft

And it’s @jaspravex with the steel chair!! I hadn’t drawn any of them in like a month and then all of a sudden- I was 1000% not expecting to be hit with such a huge wave of inspiration but gosh and dang did this line of thought light me up. The implication! The jealousy! Wow that’s a lot all at once I wasn’t expecting ♥ Somehow these two never ended up on my shipping chart, dynamics I swear haha ✨

There’s September through February for the fourth go ‘round! Wild when I put it like that :0 Like clockwork, these lads ♪

#💟#Doodles #Art #Sketchdump #Edgar #Scriabin #Jake #Todd #Shmee #Nny #There's a few errant things in here as well - The Sims 2 - Handplates #......Furbies #Look it's fine don't worry about it lol #Oh this one was so nice to edit <3 I've made it once <3 <3 When was the last time I could say that about one of these ♥#And you know what that means right? Other than the fact that I've gotten a bit better at making these without breaking them lol #It means my art production is finally actually properly for realsies slowing down! Not as many to compile over a three month period!#That last one really did surprise me that inspiration hit me upside the head after quite literally a month of nothing #Even my scratch pages hadn't taken precedent for a bit! And yeah this technically still isn't all of what I've made in the meanwhile lol #Once I finish Ch. 4 of Blank Slate there might be another :) Or I might let it go for another chapter or so ♪#Either way! Only took - when did I first go on hiatus lol #July of '22 so a year and a half-ish lol #To finally start to taper off - this is tapering off this is my airtight example of tapering off lol #Handplates and the Sims 2 were my big driving forces this time around hehe <3 Who knows what will catch my attention towards them next!#Lots of Todd AUs around here when I look huh :0 He is best boy he deserves the attention ♪#As always I'll be back in April as well for my personal Vargasversary and to be a sap hehe ♥#Never empty of thoughts or love! Just progressively quieter - for now ♪

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bloopitynoot · 21 days

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Reading SVSSS: Chapter 3

For those who don't know, I am reading SVSSS for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag bloopitynoot reads SVSSS. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read.

oh, that's good, he's (Shen Qingqiu/Shen Yuan) not dead p135

also not related to my read, but this time I am actually writing at my table (instead of cocooned in a blanket on my couch) so hopefully these note are easier to read (Read: I am trying to have neater handwriting for ✨aesthetic✨). All I need with my notes, book, and tea is a candle and i'd be living my ancient academic fantasy.

If anyone wants to know this chapter is accompanied by a white tea that tastes like loquats. It's my favourite nostalgic tea. My family used to travel south when I was small and my grandparent's house there had a loquat tree. I haven't had loquats in over a decade (canada lol) but this tea tastes jut like them.

Anyways! Back to SVSSS!

Give me patience: the amount of dislike I have anytime Ming Fan is present p135

oh dang, this boy can cook! p138

Re: this boy can cook- Bye LOL "Luo Binghe's excellent cooking skills were his foremost lady-killing technique." p138

boo, I am upset that the Abyss scenario still needs to happen (But I get it, of course it can't be that easy- we do need plot for this book) p139

I can't XD he really is falling into the plot/character of Protagonists Love Interest. First the congee cooking and no the "Poison cure" p142

WAIT. THE CURE FOR THE POSION. wut p143

RE: WAIT: I am crying LOL

But like could he 👀 "Like, he knew that the going at it with the protagonist could have cured the poison, but like he could do that! Could he? Ha ha ha ha..." p145

Not Liu Qingge over here thinking Shen Qingqiu is possessed (not really wrong though) p147

once again we have Ming Fan -> honestly I would not be surprised if he ended up the new villain/scum character role p148 there is nothing likeable about him

this line is killing me "Shen Qingqiu was astoundingly oblivious to the fact that, thanks to the divine wingman abilities of his useless teammate, Ming Fan, Luo BInghe's favor has again risen to a new high" p.150

Oh god, he's in Luo Binghe's dream world. I am so nervous for this. p. 152

Dang. Why so many deductions for failure -1000 is a LOT for him p154

okay but this dream subplot is feeding my theory that Shen Qingqiu is switching character roles from villain to Love Interest p155

Oh no :( not his childhood bullies p160

omg and now his mom's death p161

Shen Qingqiu has been taking a constant beating for 164 pages- how is he not dead p164

LOL Shen Qingqiu really said "i'm not paid enough for this emotional labour" p167

Also Shen Qingqiu "I finished my friendship performance; I can finally leave work now" p169 what a vibe

Even the Dream Demon Lord is over how much Luo Binghe talks about Shen Qingqiu (p172)

uuuugh the foreshadowing RE: if you don't learn the demon path and the seal breaks you are basically fucked p.173

You tell that demon, Luo Binghe! RE: "right now, you are discussing terms with me, and you are free to say anything...but if you harm Shizun, any agreement is void!" p177

LOL "Aura of Badassery" p177

Shen Qingqiu after a very bad no good series of days "pls I dont want to see you omg leave me alone I am v tired" p179 this guy can't catch a break

The dichotomy of Shen Yuan acting in this though. Outward: I definitely can handle this. Inward: I'm so fucking scared, I do not got this. Is so real p180

Shen Qingqiu "I want this kid to remain optimistic and feel positive with his heritage (so he does not turn evil and mass murder me and everyone else)"Luo Binghe "I am going to be the strongest of strong possible so that I can protect Shen Qingqiu" p182

Oh gods, not him asking him to move in with him (to basically have a servant but like Luo Binghe has just had his entire life changed) p185

okay so age check- suddenly he's 15??? I thought this kid was 14 like 3 days ago?? p186

Points to Shen Yuan though for noting that how Luo Binghe was being treated was child abuse. p188

YAY! He's going to train with Meng Mo (also it made me laugh at how pissed Meng Mo is about not having the teacher title) p190

That's all for this chapter!

next one aiming for tomorrow :D

#bloopitynoot reads svsss #svsss spoilers #mxtx svsss #svsss #solid chapter though #so much character interpersonal relationship growth #not just between Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe #but also Shen Qingqiu and the sect masters

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birchbow · 6 months

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Have you ever went into detail abt how you think bulges/nooks work? Seems simple enough, cooch and tentadick, but I started thinking abt it and like... how the hell does everything on the inside work? Whats really the point of having the "afab" bits if trolls depend on mother grub to reproduce? Gestures vaguely to bulges??? What?????

So okay. Honestly much like the drone season thoughts I posted a while ago, this makes sense to me if you consider a species that has the reproductive strategy they do, but consider them several millennia ago.

It makes sense for buckets to be a convenient adaptation that trolls came up with but it doesn't make sense for them to be a pre-requisite for their species to breed! So instead, in lieu of buckets, it makes sense to me trolls would just have an organ that's meant entirely for fluid storage and was hooked to both nook and bulge, and would just mix genetic material via fucking each other so it mixed internally. They don't need a uterus to gestate babies; by the same token, an organ that just exists to hold fluid and keep it body temperature and genetically viable before eventually expelling it after long-term storage is not something the human body needs, but would be pretty necessary if you procreate like trolls but don't have the technology of buckets yet lol.

In that case, the nook would basically be an entry point for that storage organ, which I don't know if I personally have ever mentioned by a name in a fic, although I know I've made reference to a seedflap which in my head is the entry point for it--about where a human might have a cervix, although in this case much more intended for potential ingress, depending on relative sizes. And the bulge would just be the means of getting genetic material into your partner so they could store it.

various points of note that come to mind:

This does mean that whenever a troll in Ancient Times fucked a partner, if they hadn't emptied out recently, the odds aren't bad that they would actually have some mixture of their own genetic material and somebody else's in there. And would not come entirely your own come, which is a wild concept as a human.

A reasonable excuse if you were pretending to be a slightly different shade than you were and got caught because of slurry: uhhh I fucked somebody yellow-blooded, that's why it looks lime instead of jade. BYE!!

Also means that although there was no concern about getting somebody pregnant, any form of STI that trolls could contract would be a pretty huge deal before vessels/buckets became a thing and it became more reasonable to clean out after fucking a single partner. Anything that spreads through fluid exchange, highly transmissible and dangerous!

Because most trolls in modern days haven't had to retain large amounts or for long, they tend to get cramping and a feeling of fullness for much smaller amounts than their ancient relatives would have.

Not wanting a bucket immediately after you fucked would have some connotations--old-fashioned, but romantic. A little sexy and kinky.

Modern trolls just don't have the carrying capacity they used to. >:I Buckets have ruined our bodies!!! Retain your slurry, it's natural!!! It gives you the power of your natural connection with the Mother Grub!!! << the modern troll's equivalent of the nofap guy.

Anyway there you go that's been my general theory in the porn I'm writing, ta-da~~

#ask time!

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writedreamlie · 1 year

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Making a post to yell about A Glitch In Time as I read, tagged for spoilers, here we go:

- "And more importantly, to Nasty Burger after!" Bad omen, BAD OMEN

-"So. Do YOU like mayors?" I fuckin forgot they made Tucker the mayor that was so fucking stupid!!

- LOL FOR 48 HOURS

- Jack Fenton confirmed unable to even kick a man into space correctly

- Why. Why was Dan's thermos just sitting there out in the open where any emotional old man could knock it over, almost such a silly thing to do that it would have to have been intentional...

- Vlad "Tuxedo Mask but you didn't do anything" Plasmius

- lol bye

- "Do you have a childhood trauma you want to talk about?" Jazz, what the fuck kind of question is that.

- Jazz "Sailor Moon transformation" Fenton

- Hmmmm is a pollywog a baked good? *googles it* ....it'll do.

- "I am who I am" The dumbass I've loved for nigh 20 years, folks

- Plasmius hunched over an old ass computer I am fucking dying

- YIP YIP

- I fuckin love Jack and Maddie

- "Who else in town would have a portal?" Uh.

- "Sorry, not sorry!" And you shouldn't be!

- Why does Vlad's portal look like a portrait frame? Did it always look like that?

- Vlad deserves every bit of grief he's getting

- OH FUCK WHY DOES PLASMIUS HAVE PUPILS IN THIS PANEL NO THANK YOU

- Oh, Lance Thunder, you hero

- Jack Fenton also confirmed for indestructible

- OH FUCK HE TURNED HIS HEAD ALL THE WAY AROUND NOPE

- "I...see." 🥹

- Lol Jack forgetting he hates Vlad now. Old habits, you know?

- "Still has cupholders though!"

- Okay, that emerging from the flames panel is really badass

- S O N O O N E E L S E L E A V E S

- HOLD ON I NEED A MINUTE

- 😭😭😭😭

- 'kay I'm fine carry on

- My dude this one panel in particular why is Vlad such SHAPES like they wanted to make him muscles but also STICK LEGS

- "Ten out of ten plot twist!" Lol okay, you toot that horn of yours

- Someone tells Jazz she's right one (1) time and she's LOSING IT

- Well THAT sure leaves some room for sequels 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

#danny phantom #a glitch in time #a glitch in time spoilers #agit spoilers #agit

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ayayiiie · 2 years

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Can u do enhypen with a reader with bad migraines ?

Hiiiii thank you for your request !

Here you go ~

EN- reaction to their s/o having bad migraines.

Members under the cut ! :3

Lee Ethan :

#Concerned_Bambi

I think he will stare at you while thinking of a way to make you feel better

You’re not someone who gets migraines THAT easily (even if it can happen) but when they hit, they hit HARD

So he’d be a lil lost

Will give you hugs and kisses for suuure

He would be THIS type of bf : ‘lie down on me and sleep baby’

When you would wince in pain, on the verge of crying

#panic_Bambi activated (even if he doesn’t show it krkr)

« Huh…huh… do you want some tea ? Fresh air ? Massage ? »

You would shut him up by hugging him and telling him to stroke your hair

« Imma give you some med wait a bit »

He would eventually get the hang of it after some times and then immediately know what to do

Park Jay :

Who’s Jay ? I only know Mama Jay 🤭

#know_what_to_do boi n°1

Jay knows your body more than you sooo

He would actively prepare a bath filled with sweet scent (not too strong since you have a migraine lol), rose petals and bath bombs

Would give you pro massages with slow and relaxing music in the background

Man is literally opening a spa lol

« Wait here I’ll cook for you. »

You are in the tub.

So yeah, he would bring you your favorite dish on a tray and leave the bathroom while making weird noises and a funny dance

Fr he would be the best to lift up your mood 💀

He’s a keeper so take care of him when he has migraines too (even more with six chaotic boyz 😭)

Sim Jake :

« Imma head out to buy some meds, go rest in the bedroom, I’ll be quick »

For some reason he brings Layla back with him ?

As he would slowly open the door, he would whisper to Layla :

« Mommy is sleeping keep quiet 🤫 »

You woke up anyways lmao

But having them both by your sides really ease you

You would hug Layla as she’s so soft and Jake would back hug you keeping you warm

« Do you want some snack ? I bought some along with the meds »

He would be extra careful because he knows you get easily mad when you have a migraine

« Let me do it, go get some rest »

« Jake I just slept for 4 hours straight »

« Shhhh go back to sleep, it’s not enough »

Park Benjamin :

frozen #1

I think he would give you space because he wouldn’t know what to do and wouldn’t want to make you mad

You see this one moment of him spacing out ?

Yes that’s him.

With him you will need to go to him and hug him

Sunghoon is the type of bf who needs to know everything, every detail

So when you need attention or anything else, you need to speak, to communicate every sentiment, every thought

If you want him to do something you have to write it down on a post-it or else he will forgot 🥹

So basically it would go like this :

« Sunghoon ? »

« ..yeah..? »

« Can you massage my temples please ? »

« Huh..yeah…like this..? »

« Put a bit more pression »

« Like this ? »

He’s cute bye.

Kim William :

#know_what_to_do boi n°2

As en ENFP he would try to help you as much as he can

He seems to know a lot about meditation and self care so he would show you a routine on how to avoid migraine and how to treat it

« Drink a lot of water, it’s good for your body and help relaxes it »

« Sleeping is a must but when it’s too painful and you can’t sleep just close your eyes and breath profoundly »

« I’ll massage you, try to relax at the maximum ! »

« You need to take a break, assignments are killing you really *eyes roll* » while massaging your temples

Remember when Jungwon said Sunoo listen the most to him ?

So whenever you would need anything, he would do it for ya

Without whining and complaining

« Sunoo can you pass the water bottle please ? »

That’s the ninth time you’re asking but Sunshine will just keeps his lips closed and gives you what you want

Make sure to reward him afterwards :p

Yang Johnny :

Clueless but not so clueless

Would be very attentive to your needs since Jungwon listen very well to others too

He’s very observant and detailed so you won’t even had to tell him about your migraine

He would point his nose in your bedroom and looks at you without you knowing

It would probably run like this in his mind :

« They’re exhausted and they keep supporting their head with their hands : migraines coming right away »

Ninja Jungwon in action 🥷

He would call you quietly to not startle you

« Okay time for a break you look like you’re about to pass out anytime soon »

For him, walking can ease your mind and brings you peace

So you both would take a walk towards the nearest park alongside Maeum

When you would come back he would prepares something hot to drink and some snacks and you guys would probably watch some movies

Guess who falls asleep during the most interesting scene ?

You both of course 🤭

Nishimura Ni-Ki :

Okay we all know he’s teasing everyone all day

You knew when you began dating that teasing would be a part of your routine

Because teasing is his love language

So what happens when he can’t express his love language anymore ?

The first time you had a migraine he teased you like his life depended cause he was feeling particularly mischievous

Well he rapidly knew it was wrong because boi almost got yeeted out of the window

Got quiet all of a sudden and looked at you like you were some monster

Maybe got traumatized lmao

So now he got prepared and you would have a freshly new Riki infront of you

He would just watch some yt videos on his phone or scroll on Tik Tok

But hey, you want attention

That’s when it gets risky because he knows you’re in a bad mood when you have a headache

So for once he would listen to you and hug you :)

« I like it when you’re calm like this… »

He would have insecure thoughts because of what you said (he can be very noisy and annoying with people he particularly cherish) but suddenly

« But I love when you tease me too, it shows how much you know every details of me »

Happy Riki 😃 you too happy 😃

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You’ve reached the end of the reaction !

Why it keeps getting longer the more it progress ? I wrote a whole essay for Niki 😭

Hope you enjoy it !

Thank you ! 👸

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terrapin-might · 7 months

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Leo really said "is anybody gonna else gonna have a crush on a guy, learn everything they can about street racing and become this guy's rival?" And didn't even try and wait for an answer.

When being some guy's #1 fan isn't enough so you have to become his rival. Many such cases.

But seriously, I've thought more about this and now I know how I want this au to go down. (Strap in, I won first place in the yap-olympics)

It mostly consists of one sided rivals to lovers (my favorite) and happens a bit before the S2 finale and the year between that and the movie. And if wasn't obvious from my other post, it involves street racing (something I know nothing about why'd I choose street racing ugh—)

Pictures are kinda in order too.

Leo sees Usagi race, gets a crush, gets interested in street racing. Has to see every race he competes in from now on.(Top right)

Talks about it to anyone who listens, weirdly only focuses on Usagi hmm, Mikey draws the mystery man. (Don't tell Raph, but the next time Leo called dibs on the last pizza he gave to Mikey so he could have the drawings) (Top left)

Either buys or makes his own merch but I don't think Usagi's the type to make merch or anything like that (doesn't know how, probably wouldn't get the point) tbh so we're going with made. I think April helped. (Bottom left)

And I said they meet because of Usagi saving Leo from some baddies on my last post, that still happens here, it's the first time they meet face to face (or face to Helmut) probably some of Big Mama goons Leo couldn't really fight off because weapons aren't allowed at the races so he and Usagi get to have a romantic bike chase where they try not to crash and die.

Leo deciding if you can't be their boyfriend beat them, be their rival. He trains until he can race Usagi himself. Who is actually happy to have a rival, the weirdo lol. (Bottom right)

I haven't named this AU, so I'll be taking suggestions if you have any (pls give me ideas I don't have any)

After the read more is just an update(?) about my art and posts for people who follow me.

For some reason I've seem to become allergic to digital art, so other than some comics I already planned on posting, this might be my last digital art post for a while. I can draw on paper no problem, I guess drawing on my phone has gotten tiring and my brain hates it for now. We're going traditional baby!

Which is fine because my traditional art is better imo, digital is just easier to color and I'm bad at taking pictures. Like really bad. But I still wanna post art so it'll have to do.

Luckily I was able to finish this but this will be the only nonconic digital art for a while. Had to switch it up though cause I was really struggling the first 30 mins so it's more colorful than my usual art.

Alright that's all bye!

#rottmnt #tmnt #rise leo #yuichi usagi #rise leoichi #rise leosagi #my art #my post #terrapin posting #rise mikey #rottmnt au #long post #sorry :(#ramblings

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hhighkey · 2 years

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Hi gorgeous ♥ May I have a request for BF headcanons kny hashiras (Rengoku, Giyuu, and our flamboyant boi Tengen) in modern AU? (basically what they'd be like nowadays in the time of internet no constant danger of demons etc? :3) p.s. your headcanons are super cute love reading them ♥♥♥

AN// ah thank u!!! and hope u like it and sorry for the wait,, since they’re around college ages imma do it as college modern au

KNY Headcanons

MODERN COLLEGE AU! BOYFRIENDS

With Rengoku, Tomioka, Tengen

f! reader

Tomioka Giyuu

you two meet in a class as you’ve been paired up for a project

omg imagine him as an RA bye

would be the one who doesn’t give two fucks if kids have alc

but he basically doesn’t say a word to you besides what’s needed

he seems smart so whatever right?

he’s very to the point about the project but you don’t mind it

you’re definitely sad near the end because he’s cute

totally stares at you while working

like you can feel his eyes boring into you

it’s a friday night and you and your friends are going out to a bar for mug night

packed in there and you’re drunk

drunk enough to not realize the guy who’s flirting with you is actually a creep

but someone does notice

tomioka is there because tanjiro dragged him he’d rather stay in

and he knows the guy you’re talking to is trouble so decides to step in

basically your knight in shining armor, makes sure you get home, stays with you as you puke getting you water and advil

seeing him the next time is awkward for you

but it set things in motion!

you start inviting him to events, for food, to go out with you

he’ll just sit there as you and your friends go on about random things trying to tease him

he looks annoyed but secretly he’s happy

and tanjiro is happy someone else is getting him to do things

i see him as someone who plays a shit ton of video games in modern au! but rpg’s where guys aren’t screaming

just sits there adventuring in games like skyrim

definitely cooks

gets you into new shows he likes

probably gets you better studying habits

lol he’d be an engineering major though idc

just silent and brooding all the time but is like a puppy following in your shadow

you two always at the bar together

he’s always at girls nights they love him

but i feel like he’d be guilty of being the guy who doesn’t attach labels to the relationship because he’s just dumb

doesn’t realize he probably should have asked you out properly

it just happened- you spending the night or him coming over to watch your outfit hauls

he just assumed you two were exclusive as you started sleeping together

we hate boys like this

however when you’ve suddenly gone silent around him or won’t return texts- he’s panicking

tanjiro is appalled when he realizes the issue

“so you’ve never asked her to be your girlfriend?”

“no, i didn’t think i needed to after all this,”

so he marches his ass over to see you and beg for forgiveness

you’ll find it funny as he rambles about his feelings and was dumb to assume

gotta forgive him- he’s just dense

he’d be the boyfriend on insta or snap that only posts you

all his pictures have you in them

posts cute things in national gf day, your bday, anniversary

he’s the one people never expected to be so lovesick on social media (his friends bully him… especially sanemi)

definitely planning graduation and classes to a T so you two will be together after

Rengoku Kyojuro

i have such a hard time pinning down what rengoku would be up to in college

like lowkey frat boy but maybe just in the business frat

definitely the student that sits at the front of the class and asks questions lol

mutual friends introduced you two and y’all just hit it off

how can you not love his endearing smile, bright eyes, unwavering confidence

very straight forward about his intentions with you

old school in the way that he courts you with proper dates before anything physical

you two have constant study dates just sitting in silence doing homework academic weapons

he encourages you in every way possible- when you don’t feel good enough because of school or friend drama

when you fail an exam he’ll do everything he can to help you for your next one and just calm you down, remind you it’ll be okay

cares for you when you’re sick

has actually gone to a class for you before just to take detailed notes

rubs your back every night before you go to bed

if you have a headache he massages your head to try to help

likes it when you play with his hair

watched youtube videos so he could learn how to braid hehe

lowkey goes to tengen for advice especially at the start

definitely is nervous around you no matter how long you two have been dating

is the first to say “i love you”

is always by your side

just cutely towers over you as he follows you around like a shadow

you two just getting blackout at bars laughing the whole way home as you stumble

he’d just be such a positive force in your life you’d never doubt how he felt about you

and he just has an unyielding oath to you and only you

Tengen Uzui

graduate student!

but like… he’s one of your TA’s so here’s where the issues begin

you’re on your last semester before you get your bachelor’s degree and then start your masters

you needed credits so you took a basic conditioning class to get you to full time student level

when you walk in you’re just flabbergasted seeing him

he’s 6’6” and HUGE. just the sight of his arms makes your mouth drop open

now you’re realizing you’re one of the only girls in the class fuck

you’re pretty fit, taking yoga and pilates with friends so you figured this would be fine for you anyways… get you more comfortable going to the gym

but now you’re not too sure

which tengen notices the ratio going on in class and makes a mental note because last thing he wants is any girl feeling worried or uncomfortable he’ll protect his girl students to the death

you and the two other girls immediately form a group (and friendship aw) and you have the most experience of them which you use to help them when the guys obsessively steal tengen’s attention they all wanna look like him lol

which tengen notices for sure and appreciates as he can’t get to everyone during class

can’t help himself but want to get to know you

you are beautiful

fit, kind, willing to learn and try

talks about pilates with you because he does it occasionally

fast learner when it comes to using weights and workout machines he’s proud

he’s just so loud about working out and getting to know his students, wants everyone to have fun for sure. everyone knows his favorite word is flamboyant

one time you recommend him a nail police color and next class he’s wearing it

always complimenting your gym fits - he’s obsessed with your matching tops and bottoms and sports bras

the other girls are always joking he has a crush on you

which no way

but he smiles up a storm near you and always gravitates to see if you need help

the girls are def obsessed with the way he towers over you

lots of teasing

lots of smart remarks

it was on accident you two met outside the class. it was the mid semester bar crawl and you two run into each other while out with friends

rengoku is def like “is that your student you’re always talking about?” whoops

and of course your friends are all over that too

everyone ditches y’all so there you two are crammed in a booth in the corner of a bar with music blasting

both of you have had quite a bit to drink being on half the bars in your college town

so liquid courage is on both y’all’s side (or against it)

maybe it wasn’t very flamboyant of him but he presses his lips to yours after talking and getting so absorbed in each other

y’all are those people making out in the bar that people def notice and just roll their eyes

like imagine his strong arms around you that you get to grab onto

makes sure you get home safely after y’all hit up a few more bars, holding hands the whole time

next class is awkward

and so is the next one

you’re avoiding him and he’s not sure how much trouble he could get in

then you skip a class and you never skip classes

so he’s worried

and knows where you live so does the obvious flamboyant thing of showing up

and you’re very sick and surprised

so que tengen taking care of your sick ass because your roommates are at class

ends up with both you admitting your feelings

but like he’s your TA .. but just another student so who cares?

starts taking you on dates

teases you extra in class now

wants you to go to the gym with him outside of class

wants to take you shopping for cute clothes

definitely get mani pedis together

cute dates with yummy foods

always finds the most unique and extravagant places to take you

you never gotta drive anywhere with him he picks you up and drops you off wherever

he’d be so fun to be at the bar with (like imagine him and rengoku having a drinking contest lmao)

anyways y’all would be adorable and he’d be that proud mom at your graduation and then supporting you through your masters degree too

begs you to take another class he’s TAing lmao

BYE i wanna write a fic about this now omg someone tell me if they’d want that

#demon slayer #demon slayer headcanons #modern au #tomioka giyuu #tomioka headcanons #tomioka x reader #rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku headcanons #uzui tengen #tengen headcanons #college au!

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jazzycurls · 2 years

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Meant to be

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Summary: It's a surprise 😉🤫

Warnings/Tags: Dark, Noncon, dubcon, mentions of suicide, arguing/raised voices, curse words, smut, (let me know if I missed something)

Recommended: Listen to The Weekend- Call out my name. Had it on repeat while I proofread this lol. Tumblr wouldn't let me add it to the post for some reason 😒

An: Hi you guys! I'm new to writing of any kind. All feedback is welcome, be gentle please haha. Please do not steal or copy my work. Don’t repost without credit. This is my written work, everything besides the characters and plot points by the original writers, belongs to me. Also this is a dark theme, please read the warnings. If this isn't your cup of tea, please don't read.

Word Count: 6,856

You're the queen of Hawkins High, there isn't anything you can't get or take if need be. With just a flutter of your lashes or a pout on your full lips and it's yours. It also didn't hurt that your father was the mayor of this town. The captain of the cheerleading squad, simply put, you run this school and everyone in it, well almost everyone that is. There was one, however, who refused to respect the rules of the social hierarchy.

You sighed as you looked in the bathroom mirror, you were flanked by a group of girls as you reapplied your lipstick.

"Are you going to the party this weekend?" Your friend Jessica asks you as she stares at her reflection in the mirror beside you.

"Nope," you reply with a pop of your lips. You cap the top of your pink lipgloss before tossing it into your bag.

Your response catches her attention, she turns to you with a hand on her slim extended hip. "Why not," she questions, one brow raised in confusion.

Annoyance flares within you at her questioning you. If it was anyone else you would've reduced them to a puddle of tears for the offense, but this wasn't just anyone, it was your closest friend. Not enough to be called a best friend but enough that you preferred her the others.

"I already have plans," you shrug, not feeling the need to explain any further. You turn and walk out of the bathroom, a small path clears through the group of girls surrounding you.

A frown forms on her face as she follows behind you but before she can ask you another question, the bell rings signaling the tardy bell. "See ya later hun, I gotta test in History today," you give air smooches before turning to the rest of the girls.

"Bye girls, I'll see you at lunch," you give them a small wave and a smile before heading to class. When you walk into your class it's five minutes past the bell.

"Sorry I'm late Mr. Breedlove, I was having a quick meeting with the cheer squad," you lie giving him a dainty smile. He doesn't say anything, only giving you a quick smile before asking you to take a seat.

Multiple people greeted you as you walked to your assigned seat.

"Hey y/n, I like that skirt," Lindsay Melton said with a wave.

"Thanks," you said giving a small twirl before taking your seat. You place your powder blue bag onto your desk, taking out your notebook and pink pom pom pen.

Soon after Eddie Munson strolls into the classroom after you've taken a seat. "Mr. Munson, it would be in your best interest to make it to class on time, you can't afford to do otherwise," he reprimanded.

Eddie stood at attention, giving him a salute "Yes sir," he replied with a sardonic grin. He walks over to his seat and sits down with a flop, which was directly in front of yours.

Eddie Munson was the bane of your existence. He made your life a living hell without even knowing it. It wasn't from him being mean or cruel to you, Munson didn't have it in him to be mean to a woman. He saved all of that for the men who made the mistake of taunting or teasing him but it was clear that he didn't like you. Plus the fact that you were in love with him made it so much worse.

Eddie was someone who didn't blend in easily, always drawing attention wherever he went, including yours. You hated when people bullied him, it wasn't something that you agreed with, contrary to what most people believed. Most assumed that you were a bully, but you never messed with anyone who didn't have it coming.

It also didn't help that you had every class with him. Which forced you to see him constantly every day. You pretended to take notes as you marveled at the curls that draped across his shoulders. Most men kept their hair in short vanilla looking styles. He was one of the few who went outside of the norm.

You didn't know what you liked more, when his hair was loose or when he had it in a bun at the nape of his neck. He had approximately seven beauty marks scattered across the back of his neck. You knew because you had counted them on more than one occasion.

You're not sure when you fell for Eddie, it may have been on your first day of high school. You were a lost little freshman and couldn't find any of your classes. He had escorted you to all of them, making himself late in the process.

It could've been in elementary when your parents were late as usual picking you up. You sat on the steps of the school alone as you waited for a ride. You were used to being alone so that didn't bother you.

Eddie Munson had walked out of the double doors of the school and had taken a seat beside you. He had a buzz cut at the time and wasn't nearly as tall as he is now but you still thought that he was cute and a nicer than most. You knew he was a walker so he had no reason to sit and wait with you.

When your mom had finally shown up, as you were getting in the car, you noticed him walking in the other direction. Those acts of kindness endeared you to him and you had never forgotten, keeping them tucked away safe in your memories.

The problem now was that you were popular and had been for a while, and it was a known fact that Eddie hated popular kids. So you had settled for admiring him from afar. Your eyes never strayed too far from him whenever he was near.

You had a plan though, a grand scheme to help you finally get what you wanted the most. You were going to confess to Eddie, tell him how you felt about him. There was a chance that your popularity could dip but it wasn't anything that a little damage control couldn't solve.

It was a known fact that Eddie stayed in the woods by the benches after school. If anyone wanted to score, all they had to do was go to that area. If anyone saw you, you could just say that you were buying from him.

A little smile formed on your face as you doodled hearts onto your notebook. All would be as it should be in due time. With a shake of your head, you looked towards your teacher and began to take notes.

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You were just getting out of cheer practice and were headed to the woods behind the school. After making a pit stop at the bathroom you were on your way. It had taken almost five minutes along with your iciest glare in order to convince your friends that you didn't want to hang out after school.

A gust of air blew around you as you headed into the dense woods. Fall was in the air, the leaves were molten-red, crunching under your sneakers with every step. After a few minutes, you made it to the small clearing where the picnic table was situated. Your breath caught as you saw Eddie.

He had yet to notice you as you stood off to the side and watched him. He looked so beautiful in the late evening sunlight. His head was tilted back as he blew a puff of smoke into the air, while his fingers tapped a beat against the wooden table.

You cleared your throat as you stepped closer. The spell was broken and Eddie instantly became guarded, the moment of peace was gone with the announcement of your presence.

"Hi," you whispered shyly, your heartbeat had increased significantly. You step over into his line of sight and move closer to him.

"S'up— what you looking for," he says in a monotone voice. He reaches behind him and grabs his metal lunchbox, sits it on his lap, and opens it.

"I— I'm not," you stammer over your words as your nerves continue to build. Your usual confidence has vanished as you approach Eddie. The speech you had prepared in your mind disappeared when he first spoke to you.

He looks at you with a raised brow, patiently waiting for you to finish.

You take a deep breath trying to steady your breathing "I'm not looking to score," you rush out.

His shoulders are tense as he looks around nervously. "What do you want then," he says coldly.

Tell him your mind screams as you just stand there. You focus on his big expressive eyes, so full of emotion, it's easy to know exactly how he is feeling. It's one of the things you love most about him. In the world you are from, no one ever shows their feelings, unless it's premeditated.

You shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts. Confusion is etched across his face as you begin again "I fell—," you stammered.

You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths. "You got this," you tell yourself silently.

"I fell in love with you the day that I met you," you smile to yourself as you remember that day.

"Whenever I would feel lonely or scared, just thinking about you calmed me down and gave me comfort." You open your eyes to look into his "I want to be with you and I don't care who knows it." you say sincerely.

You smooth down your skirt as you gauge his reaction. His mouth hangs open in shock and his eyebrows have skyrocketed up to his hairline. Moments tick by as you wait for him to respond. You edge closer to him as you wait.

He chuckles in disbelief, which turns into a fit of giggles. "Not gonna lie you had me going there for a minute," he lets out as he attempts to contain his laughter. "Kay jokes over princess," he snarks sarcastically.

"I got better shit to do than to be the source of entertainment for you and your minions." His tone is harsh and full of bite as he glares at you with contempt.

Your heart had dropped when he had first begun to laugh. The thought that he was laughing at you had caused your heart to crack. But it was okay! He only thought that you were playing some sick joke on him.

"Of course he does," you thought to yourself sighing in relief. You lifted your eyes to him, holding his gaze. "This is no game, Eddie. I love you, with all of my being," you assert.

He looks at you his eyes are wide, finally taking you seriously. "Wow," he says as he looks away scratching at the back of his head. "Jesus Christ, you're really serious aren't you?"

You nod as you move again toward him, finally standing directly in front of him. Your knees are inches away from his, all it takes is one more step and you would be right in between his legs.

He clears his throat nervously, his Adams apples bobbing up and down in his neck. "His neck is so long and thick," you think absentmindedly. "Focus," you scold yourself as you once again get lost in your thoughts.

"Um, I'm flattered, I really am. I mean, shit, who wouldn't want the queen of Hawkins as their girlfriend," he says nervously, avoiding your eyes.

"But," you say when he takes too long to continue.

"I like someone else," he explains with sympathy in his eyes. "You're a great girl and all but you're not my type," he adds.

Your heart begins to crack again. "Not your type," you say incredulously.

"Yeah you know, popular," he tells you as he waves his hand.

You stare at him in shock, this was not supposed to happen. He was supposed to accept you, to realize that he loved you too. You were supposed to be safe, wrapped up in his arms in a loving embrace by now.

"I can be whatever you want me to be," you state weakly. You know you sound pathetic but your desperation has kicked in, leaving you grasping for straws.

"I'm sorry darling, that's not how it works," he says with finality.

You stand motionless, your brain screams at you to do something. ''Show him how much he means to you,'' you think.

You step closer to him and straddle his lap unexpectedly. "I know this can work, just give us a chance" you murmur as you force a kiss onto his lips.

He breaks the kiss instantly as he pushes you off of him causing you to fall back onto the ground. Tears spring forward at the embarrassment, shame, and heartache you feel.

"Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," he says as he reaches a hand out to you. Pity is etched into his features.

You take his hand, relishing in the feel of his hand in yours before he pulled away. You dust off your skirt as you turn away, trying to hide the tears falling down your face. "Sorry for wasting your time," you whimper as you walk away hurriedly.

You don't look back, no matter how much your heart begs you to. By the time you clear the forest, you're composed, face clear of any remnants of tears. As you get in your car, you look in the mirror, finding your eyes void of any emotion.

Cranking up your car, you start the trek home, not a single thought on your mind.

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You're in your bedroom sitting at your vanity. You haven't moved from this spot since you arrived, which had been over an hour ago. When you had gotten home, the house was empty as usual.

Your parents were away on another one of there countless business meetings. When you were little you would always pretend that your parents were spys and that they were fighting their way back home to get back to you. That was a long time ago, back when you still held hope that your parents loved you.

Once again you were alone. The house phone had been ringing off the hook, more than likely it was your friends calling to talk to you about mundane bullshit.

Even though you had plenty of friends you still felt alone. No one ever checked on your well-being or ever asked if you were okay. Not even your so-called best friend.

"Finally," you had thought. You had thought that finally, you would have someone who would care for you and love you unconditionally.

Love— you couldn't remember anyone ever telling you they loved you. A humorless laugh escaped you as you stared in the mirror. Your eyes were red-rimmed and swollen from crying. ''Fuck this,'' you thought bitterly.

Who does he think he is turning you of all people down? He should've been thanking God the moment you told him. You grabbed the whiskey bottle and turned it up angrily. Your dad's liquor cabinet in his office was never locked and was always easy to access.

Usually, you never touched the stuff but today would be an exception. You also had raided your mom's bathroom cabinet. She had a variety of pills to choose from, so you just chose the bottle with the highest dose.

Between the liquor and the pills, you were feeling pretty good. You felt numb and disassociated from it all. Nothing mattered to you at this point, not even yourself. It was at that moment that you had an epiphany. You knew exactly what you needed to do, you just hoped you had the guts to see it through.

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Eddie sat in his room, staring up at his ceiling. Usually, he would be practicing a new song with his guitar or writing material for a new DND campaign. He didn't feel like doing anything at the moment.

He felt horrible about the way he had treated y/n. He hadn't intended to come off so cruel but a love confession was the last thing he had expected from someone like you.

It was true that you weren't his type but that didn't mean he wasn't attracted to you. Any man worth his salt would be, he just wanted someone with a little more substance.

Plus the fact he hated your kind. Rich, popular, good grades, and loved by all. You had everything, while he had nothing. He would be damned if he would be added to the list of things that you wanted and eventually got.

But with all of that said, it couldn't stop the nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. Had he made a mistake? Maybe he should've given you a chance to explain yourself.

He had liked the person you were before you got popular. You were a shy and nervous little thing, alway smiling even though it never seemed to reach your eyes.

He sat up, rubbed the back of his head deep in thought. There was no sense in worrying about it now, what's done is done. Plus he was starting to get a headache from the constant thinking.

As he headed towards the kitchen, the ringing of the phone caught his attention. "Munson residence," he answered with a southern drawl.

Sniffles and whimpering could be heard through the phone "hello, who is this?" he said instantly worriedly.

"Is this Eddie?" a female's small voice replied on the other line.

"Yeah it is, is everything okay, is this y/n?" Eddie recognized your voice instantly.

"No, it's not. I thought that I could do this, I can't pretend anymore," you murmured.

"You can't do what anymore? What's going on y/n, talk to me please!" Chills began to run down his back as understanding started to dawn on him. He felt physically ill.

"I really did love you, ya know? I know it's hard to believe but I really did even though I tried not to. I tried so hard not to," You continued to ramble on incoherently not responding to him, only talking at him

"Y/N, what's your address huh? I'm coming now," he said. He slipped on his shoes and jacket, turning around quickly he jotted down your address before hanging up the phone and rushing out the door.

He hoped that it wasn't too late by the time he made it, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if something happened to you because of him.

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The first thing he noticed as he screeched into your neighborhood was how pristine it was. The hedges and lawns were immaculate and all the homes were at least two stories. "Of course," he thought bitterly

He turned into your driveway right beside your car, it seemed that no one else was home besides you. He hurried out of his car, running up the steps, and banged loudly on the front door. He peered into the windows noting that all the lights were off except for a bedroom upstairs.

After a moment had passed he cautiously opened the door and stepped inside. "Y/N, it's Eddie," he called out loudly. No one stirred within the home. He walked through the dark halls towards the only source of light upstairs.

Decorative paintings lined the wall and pieces of art sat perfectly atop expensive furniture. A shiver ran down his back, even though the house was beautiful, it felt cold and unwelcoming.

As he reached the top of the stairs he saw a light coming from under the door at the end of the hall. Seriously, he hoped you were okay but he was scared out of his fucking mind right now. He loved horror movies as much as the next guy but this was too damn much.

"Y/N," he yelled again softly as he walked up to the door. Your lack of response was adding to the feeling of terror right now.

He pushed the door open slightly, sticking his head partially through the door. It seemed to be your room as he noted Ji the light blue decor but you weren't in it. As he turned to the left, he noticed you standing behind the door holding a vase above your head.

"Hi Eddie," you whispered, your eyes looked dull and unbalanced. Your face was the last thing he saw before everything faded to black.

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You huffed out of breath as you finally managed to get Eddie's body onto your bed. Honestly, it was the hardest fucking thing you've ever had to do but years of cheer practice and exercise helped a lot.

You had tied him to your bed with some rope you'd gotten from the garage. Thanks to girl scouts, the knot you tied him in, he wouldnt be going anywhere.

As you sat on the bed beside him, you took this moment to admire him up close. His lashes fluttered softly over his pale skin, you noticed that he had tiny light freckles scattered across his nose.

Your hands ruffled through his soft curls. They were slightly frizzy but still curly and defined nonetheless. You moved from his hair to caress the side of his face. He stirred a little and you held your breath.

You didn't want him to wake up just yet. He looked so peaceful right now and you knew that as soon as he woke up, all hell would break loose. You leaned forward and laid a light kiss on his plush lips.

Your first kiss you thought dreamily. Contrary to what everyone believed, you were a virgin. Never had been kissed until now.

You always knew that you wanted Eddie to be your first. Your first love, first kiss, and your first time, albeit wasn't supposed to happen this way but destiny had a way of working itself out.

Eddie began to toss and turn, mumbling as he came to. You stood up, moving from the bed and waited patiently for him to wake. You wanted this to go as smoothly as possible, it had to.

He opened his eyes slowly in confusion. At first, he thought he was still at home in his bed and had dozed off. As he tried to move his arms he discovered that they were tied to a bed, by his sides. There was only enough slack so he could raise them to hover above his hips.

Fear seized his chest, panic began to brew in his stomach as he realized the severity of his situation. "Help!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. "Somebody, help me!"

A movement in the corner caught his attention, and that's when he saw you. "Oh my God Y/N, you gotta help me, please!" he cried out twisting towards you.

You stood there perplexed, it seemed that his mind had forgotten the events leading up to you knocking him out. "I can't do that Eddie," you stated softly. You walked over to your queen-sized bed, resting your hand on his knee.

He jerked away from you "why the fuck not!" he spat angrily.

You remained quiet, staring at him expectantly.

Suddenly, it dawned on him. You weren't going to let him go because you had done this. You had lured him here! The last thing he could remember was seeing your face before getting hit with something hard.

"Jesus Christ, what the fuck! Let me go you crazy bitch!" his voice raised several octaves in irate fear. His head unexpectedly snapped to the left, his cheek felt like it was on fire.

"Don't call me that, ever," she said, her voice low and laced with threat. Instantly her demeanor changed and her face was replaced with a sweet, concerned look. Her manicured hand stroked your cheek softly as she cooed.

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to do that," she whispered. What was worse was that when you looked into her eyes, you actually believed her.

"What do you want from me?" You lifted your chin defiantly. She may have had you at a disadvantage but you refused to lose hope.

"It's simple baby— I want you, Eddie. That's all I've ever wanted," she replied with a small smile.

Your jaw dropped, "Was she serious? Did she kidnap you because she wanted to be with you?" you thought silently. Fear like you'd never known coursed through you. You were more scared than when you battled the Demobats in the upside down.

At least then you had your friends to help you. You were alone now, no one knew where you were and you hadn't left a note for your uncle or anything. You had to face the facts that this didn't look good.

You sat as you waited for him to come to terms with his situation. A series of emotions flashed through his big expressive brown eyes. Drops of unfallen tears dangled from his long lashes.

Your heart ached to comfort him but you knew he wasn't ready yet. His gaze finally turned towards yours with a determined look. He opened his mouth and began to scream. Your ears rang as he yelled and yelled for what felt like forever.

After a while he eventually stopped, he was exhausted and his voice felt hoarse.

"Are you done," you said after he had calmed down. "The rooms in this house are soundproof," you explained. "Plus even if they weren't, no one is here, nobody ever is." He shook his head before throwing his head back onto the pillow with a groan.

"Careful," you chided as you reached for him. You had treated the wounds on the back of his head thoroughly, he wouldn't have any bleeding as long as he was careful. "I don't want you to start bleeding," you explained as you peered at the bandages.

Eddie stared at you like you had two heads. How could you pretend to care about an injury you had caused in the first place? He shook his head "what's your endgame?" He needed to know where your head was at. Would you kill him no matter what or did he have a chance to survive this?

"It's simple, Eddie. Just love me and don't ever leave me," you whispered. You stood up from the bed and began to remove your clothes unhurriedly. Once you were done you stood in front of him unashamed, letting him gape at your body.

He could pretend all he wanted, the body could never lie and his body definitely wanted you. You leaned over him, keeping eye contact as you unbuckled his pants. You went to the foot of the bed and pulled his jeans off ungracefully.

Your breath hitched as you looked at the outline of his cock straining through his boxers. You climbed onto the bed beside him and he twisted away from you. "Don't touch me," he bit out.

You didn't seem to hear him, your eyes had glazed over as you stared at him in a trance. Suddenly you pulled off his boxers, throwing them across the room, leaving him in just his shirt and socks.

Minutes went by as you stared at him unabashedly, your eyes darting from his face to his cock and anywhere else that showed skin.

"You're so beautiful, Eddie," she murmured, peering up at you beneath her lashes. You could see the love shining in her eyes. Why was your heart beating so fast? Were you scared or something else? You held your breath as she leaned closer and closer to your cock.

Heat flushed through you as you grabbed him. A low moan immediately left his lips, making your head snap towards his. An embarrassed blush spread across his beautiful face as he turned his head trying to hide his face from you.

You could feel yourself getting wet at the sight of him. His cock was lengthy and had a heavy weight to it. Your mouth watered as you admired the veins that ran along the sides stopping underneath the head. Your hand fit perfectly around him, like he was made just for you.

Slowly you lowered your head taking him into your mouth. He bucked against you as he strained against the ropes. The taste was salty but not unpleasant. He tasted exactly as you expected him to, it was something you could definitely get used to.

You pulled back and peeked up at him. His eyes were trained on you watching your every move. It felt like this was your moment to prove yourself. Like the biggest audition for the best position.

You licked your hand and wrapped it around his base and pumped slowly. Your eyes never left his as you licked his mushroom head slowly, lathing it with your tongue. You silently thanked your friend Jessica for telling you about her sex trysts, without her you would've been clueless.

He bit his lip as he tried to contain his moans, he didn't want to give you the satisfaction of breaking him. He threw his head back and closed his eyes, trying to think or imagine something else.

You noticed his eyes were closed and decided to up the ante. With an inhale through your nose you pushed the rest of his length down your throat, gagging in the process.

A high unadulterated moan left his lips at that and he tilted his head back to you with hooded eyes. You bobbed your head as you felt your throat clench around him. You lifted your head completely from his cock before diving back down again.

You dragged your tongue along him as you lifted up, swirling around his tip before going back down again repeatedly. As you came back up you replaced your mouth with your hand.

Small pants left his mouth as he regarded you. So many emotions were etched across his features that it would take days to decipher them. You slowly scooted down to the foot of the bed and pushed his legs apart. For once he didn't resist, only watching with those vast eyes.

Taking your eyes from his, you lowered your gaze down his body to his balls. They were heavy looking with a line down the middle. You leaned onto your stomach and took one into your mouth sucking gently.

His reaction was instant "Jesus H Christ," he cried out in pleasure. He lifted himself slightly, straining against the ropes again. His wrists would be bruised later.

You caressed him with your lips and tongue leaving no spot untouched. You switched to the other side showing them equal attention as your hand still pumped him languidly.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he muttered. You released his sack from your mouth with a pop and took his cock down your throat again. You hummed as you felt spurts of cum shoot into your mouth.

You loved the noises he made, the space between your legs was soaked and swollen with need. He began to wine as you continued sucking his sensitive cock.

You smiled up at him as you ease your way up his body. He was completely relaxed, gusts of breath came and went as he tried to catch his breath.

You straddled him, pressing your center onto his softening length. Even though he had just come, he still felt heavenly. A sigh left you as you began to rock back and forth. Your clit twitched as you rubbed yourself against the entire length of him, coating him in your fluids.

"Oh Eddie," you moan brokenly. Your hands fly up to twist and pinch at your nipples, rolling them until they were hardened peaks. You began to move faster as you catch his eye.

It feels like your heart is in your throat as he watches you rub yourself on him. "Do you feel what you do to me, Eddie? Feels so good, I'm so wet," you frown in concentration as your climax starts to build.

He nods his head yes, it's small but you saw it nonetheless. He's hard again and wet from the slick gushing from you. He throws his head back with a pained groan, the wound on his head still sensitive.

"Fuck," he mumbles, his words are low and drawn out. He doesn't want this, he chants those words over and over in his head as his hips grind up into yours.

He ogles your body, shame and pleasure at the forefront of his mind. He feels weak and vulnerable, but he also has never felt more alive. He's not a virgin by any means but it's never been like this. Nobody has ever responded to him like this and he isn't even in you yet! He's never been more turned on in his life and he hates himself for it.

You tilt your head back bracing your hands Aon his knees and thrusting your chest outward as you roll your hips. Your body jolts as your orgasm hits you unexpectedly. A sob escapes you as your core clenches around nothing as you cum.

Heavy pants leave your mouth as you try to catch your breath. With a sigh, you fall forward onto his broad chest. You focus on the sound of his heart. Its beat is fast and wild, thumping crazily behind his chest. "Eddie," you whine as he thrusts his throbbing cock against your sensitive clit.

A sly smile graces your lips as you lift your head resting your chin on his chest. "Someone's anxious," you chuckle as you trace the outline of his chest through his Hellfire shirt.

He turns red from head to toe, thoroughly ashamed. "It's okay baby— we're soulmates, meant to be. You wouldn't be able to fight it even if you wanted to," your voice is sweet and full of emotion.

Lifting your hips slightly, you slide down his length achingly slow. You're not even halfway down when you feel his tip meet resistance. You bite your lip, clutching at his chest as you push past it until you're deep-seated on his cock.

Pain ricochets through you making you whimper. You hold yourself still as you allow yourself to get used to him inside of you. Eventually, the pain gives way to a dull ache.

You rise slowly and drop back down with a smile. His chest rises and falls rapidly as you repeat the motion a few times. "She's so pretty like this," he thinks to himself. The pleasure he's feeling has his brain fuzzy, any and everything is running through his mind right now.

A low moan leaves his lips as you roll your hips sensuously against his. Your face twists with pleasure as your wet clit rubs against his patch of curls.

Unable to hold back, he snaps his hips up into your's earning a gasp from you. A small smirk frames his lips as he keeps up the momentum. "Fuck yeah," he rasps as he fucks into your wet cunt.

"Ed's, I'm going to cum," you sob as you bounce on his cock, holding onto him for dear life. Your eyes are on him as his gaze bounces back and forth from your face to your breasts bouncing and the thrusts of his cock into your cunt.

Every time you slam down onto him, the curly patch of hair at his base creates the perfect friction on your sensitive bud.

A gasp leaves you and your mouth hangs open as your climax hits its peak. Your bones turn to jelly as heat flows through your entire body making your toes curl.

"Fuck Y/n, so wet," he exclaims feeling your walls contract around him as you cum. Eddie follows behind you as he cums with a shout. Your name falls from his lips as his cock paints your walls white in spurts. Your walls continue to clench around him from the after-waves of your orgasm.

You lean forward again, resting your head on his shoulder. A yawn slips from your lips, sleep threatening to take hold of you. Sleep is the last thing that you want, you wish that this moment could last forever.

"So handsome," you think silently for the thousandth time tonight. Your faces are inches apart as you stare at his full lips. You hold your breath as you lean toward him. Your lips meet his cheek as he turns his head defiantly.

Rage flares through you as your heart breaks from his rejection. "Why won't you just love me!" you scream as tears streak down your face. You know you look unhinged right now but you're too hurt to care.

He shrinks back in fear, his eyes are big and wet, trying to desperately hold back his tears. "Oh God, is this how I die? Taken out by the captain of the cheerleading squad?" He would laugh if he wasn't scared out of his fucking mind. "C'mon, man up and be brave," he tells himself silently.

"He's scared of you. After all that, it still isn't enough," you think solemnly. You lean your forehead against his temple and kiss his cheek gently. "I'm sorry," you tell him softly.

You lean back from him and turn his head towards yours. "I didn't mean to scare you. I just— I want us to work so bad." You sniffle as you attempt to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

"Why do you want me? Why do you love me so much, when you could have anyone you want?" he asks, his voice low and raspy.

You slide off of him letting his member slip from you slowly. He hisses from the contact of the cool air. Hurriedly you throw the comforter over you two as you snuggle into him.

Just as he thinks that you aren't going to answer, you reply "I know you think I have it all Eddie, and in a way I do." "I'm popular, pretty, and rich, the world is mine for the taking."

You look at Eddie, seeing that his face is hard with resentment. A bitter laugh tumbles from you "yeah I would hate me too."

You shake your head sadly "no one has ever told me they love me, not ever." "From as early as I can remember my parents were never here. If they were here it was always brief and then they would leave me with a nanny who saw me as only a job."

Your fingers play with the light patch of curls on his chest. "You were the only person to show any type of care towards me. Every day after school you would sit with me and keep me company, you never left until you were certain that I was safe."

You tilted your head to look up at him "with you I never felt alone," you whispered, a glowing smile spread across your face. "You're my light in this sea of darkness, even though we don't talk, just seeing you and being near you is enough to keep me afloat."

He didn't pull away as you slipped your fingers through his fingers "I love you, Eddie. I love that your heart is big and pure, even with all the Hell this town has put you through. I love how your unapologetically you and you don't give a shit who likes it or not. You're a good person Eddie, regardless of what these shitty hicks think of you and even though I don't deserve you, I love you anyways."

Your lashes flutter as you feel yourself dozing off. For the first time in your life, you feel safe, you're not alone anymore. "Finally, you have someone who would love you," you think as you drift off to sleep.

For the first time in his life, Eddie is stunned speechless. He never would have guessed the depths your love held for him. If he was honest with himself, besides his Uncle Wayne, no one had ever told him that they loved him either. He could sympathize with you on that.

Maybe he judged you too harshly, maybe he should've given you a chance. Was this really his fate, destined to be chained to you for the rest of his life? He desired and despised the feeling. He fell into a fitful sleep, where even in his dreams he couldn't escape you and he wasn't even sure if he wanted to.

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_elejah au

Love is in the Air

_a tvd fanfic_Part 2

a/n: I am already in Valentine's Day mood...hence this story...lol

Hope you'll enjoy it.

It's a light-hearted love story.

xoxo

Like clockwork, Elena was up at six and showered quickly, underwent her morning beauty regime, and packed most of her casual clothing. She then looked at the book and picking it up from the night stand. "All right, Elijah Mikaelson or Smith, whatever you like to call yourself nowadays. Hope you can write as good as you can dance."

She then whipped the book in the suitcase. Though they had met just this once so many years ago in Mystic Falls, this man left a mark, though she had only met him for the day.

She now took her phone and called Jo.

"Yes, I am at cafe acriss road. I thought you'd sleep a bit linger" Jo said as she picked up the call.

"I just want to get out of here. Ok. I will see you in five." Elena said before she hung up.

She now picked up her bag, slipping her phone in and looked around to check once more if she had everything.

"Ok. I think that's it." the brunette muttered to herself and then rolling her suitcase behind her, she got out.

In New York, Elijah finished getting dressed and walked out of his apartment rolling his suitcase behind him. In the taxi cab to J. F. K Airport, he fumbled with his phone, opening Elena's instagram. He looked at her picture she had posted about the last day of her movie shoot. He looked at her photo, transfixed, his mind travelling back to the night after his sister's college designer debu night.

Flashback

"Dance?" - Elijah said as he came up to Elena, who had just waved bye to her friend Caroline, scampering away with her boyfriend.

"What?" Elena looked surprised at this question without innuendos.

"Would you like to dance? Unless you don't dance - well, can I buy you a drink? I feel that this morning I intruded on you -"

"Yes, I'd like to dance" Elena now cut in mid-sentence.

The band played the Kings of Leon's 'Closer' as Elijah's hand slid around the brunettes back, taking her hand in his, smoothly sway and turn to the rhythm of the song. He found himself lost in a gaze as their eyes met. Elijah smiled at Elena, who smiled shyly at him. Rhythm of their bodies danced slowly with the music. He twirled her around, dipping her as he had lean forward closer to her at one moment. Staring at the beauty before him, his breathing became shallow and his heart had suddenly felt vivacious inside his chest.

Stranded in this spooky town

Stoplight is swaying and the phone lines are down

Floor is crackling cold

She took my heart, I think she took my soul

With the moon I run

Far from the carnage of the fiery sun

...

Over the years, every time he had heard this song, he remembered that one moment. Like the song said it felt like this woman took his heart and his soul, as that same heart of his was like a ghost ever since that evening.

Elijah swiped the phone closed. He took a note book out, and wrote a few notes for his new book.

Flashback

Two years back

"Who is Angel really?" Camille, Elijah's editor asked as she sat down on her desk chair.

"No one particular. I've just invented a character." Elijah fibbed. He knew all too well, who the heroine was.

"The book is amazing and it is going to print immediately. This will be a smash. It has everything, suspense, mystery, erotica. I am amazed that you have not thought of historical genre before." the blonde said.

"I thought that everyone is into murder mysteries." Elijah said.

"Well, your series of CSI detective Ross, was gripping, but this one will make it into a block-buster."

"All right. If you say so."- Elijah said and continued-"Is there anything else you need."

"I will talk to Gia about the whole promotion thing - well, you know it all"

"Yeah." Elijah nodded and got up.

"Erm- I just wanted to say sorry about your divorce."

"Thank you- but - it's not a big deal - Hayley and I had already separated - just didn't post it on any of tge social media." Elijah said.

"I know - but I thought that maybe you will get back together." Camille said.

"No. We've actually never really been compatible - it just took me a long time to realize that." Elijah said and turned the subject around to ask about if he would have a meeting with Gia.

"I'll call you when I speak to her." Camille said.

In Florence, Italy

"A fiat 500" Elena said as Jo now handed her the key cars over.

"You're apartment is in the old part of Rome, and the roads are quite narrow, and trust me you will be grateful to have such a small car."

"Oh - I love it. It's perfect. I want the ultimate Italian experience. Thank you." Elena said smiling."I hope it's red"

"It's a red one - yes. I don't know why the rented car always has to be red"

"It's to do with ladybugs - and good luck," Elena explained, and now sipped down the rest of her cappuccino,"ok- I am so ready. Can I ask you one last favour?"

"What?"

"A week without any phone calls and - about this new movie - I'd like to put money in it " Elena said.

"You want to co-produce it?" Jo said a tad bit surprised.

"I read the reviews and - the prologue - I have a feeling this will be huge."

"You got it. Right. Have a great time- and I hope you really enjoy yourself. And don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Elena raised and eyebrow at her friend as to say Please- do I ever do anything that is crazy?! And Jo nodded a little with a chuckle. The two women now hugged and Elena went away.

Though she had travelled extensive through Europe, visiting France and Paris numerous times, as well as Spain, and Portugal, the Netherlands, Belgium, Denmark, Iceland, Greece, also North Italy, somehow she had never had the time or moment to go to the eternal city. And since her college days in Mystic Falls, she was forever pumped up to go to the heart of the most romantic places on the planet. There was one more thing that had a particular reason she wanted to see it. Being a huge fan of vintage movies, she admired the most divine actresses the big screen had ever seen. It was Audrey Hepburn. She had even played Holly Golightly on London's West End.

Three hours later, after a steady drive down from Florence, she arrived. Already, as she drove in, the whole feel of the busy city, it's ancient vibe, made her feel like she entered a world where old met new. Unlike any other places, this one gave her a jolt of adrenaline in the tired and somewhat weary soul of hers.

Flashback

A year ago

Paris, France

"Here is to me - lucky in everything but love." Elena said and sipped down the champagne.

"Oh, come on, 'Lena" Caroline said, "Kaleb is the one - you should just so go for it. I mean he is the sweetest."

"Yes, he is sweet and lovely - but -huh- I don't feel - you know the fire - like I did with Elijah Oh, God - and we have just danced- we didn't even kiss"

"You are forever thinking of p 'EM dance thing' - God, Lena that was a thousand years ago -will you forever compare all the guys to something that never happened." Caroline shook her head.

"I need more Champagne" Elena said and waved to the waiter to bring her another glass.

"You have this dream-like thing in your head about this - and you have to stop it."

"Says you, who talks nothing about how love is fire and walking on clouds." Elena reminded her friend about her own views about love, romance and couples.

"Touché," Caroline now said,"but, seriously, Lena - you had this one dance- he left and he most probably never thought twice about it. Have you forgotten that Rebekah told me that he got married a year later."

"Yes. I didn't say that I pine after him or think what if - I am just saying that - Oh, God - I am actually thinking what if, aren't I?" Elena sighed, her eyes shining as if she finally had an epiphany.

"Yep. What if - Rebekah didn't pull him away, and what if - the next day you were not offered the role that kick started your whole career- and you jetted off to L.A. - what if - what if - but you can't live with what ifs." Caroline said.

"I know. Ok. Today is the day that I will officially forget the 'EM dance thing'" Elena said, but her heart fibbed.

Now, she walked into the apartment on the last floor. It was a cute, quaint little apartment. It was exactly what she wanted. She put her case down and went out on the little terrace, her gaze smiling at the sun dancing on the rooftops of the bustling city. Refreshing herself a bit, a minute later, she was out, and lost herself in the cobble-stoned labyrinth.

Meanwhile in Stefan Salvatore's Apartment

Elijah's phone rang and he picked it up from the nightstand, "Hello"

"Hey," Stefan said,"sorry - you're still asleep?"

"Hey- ah, I am- well - so jet-legged- and I worked when I got here - already got two chapters down," Elijah replied rubbing his eyes,"what time is it?"

"8 p.m." Stefan said, adding,"go back to sleep. We can talk tomorrow."

"No. Need to get up. Anyway - all is good. How are you?"

"We are fine. Damon says hi. If you have time pop to Amsterdam one weekend, you are more than welcome" Stefan said.

"Yeah- I'll do that. Thank you so much for this. It's not that I could not afford an apartment, but -"

"I know, you wanted a home-like feel, and I told you that it's not a problem. We are best friends - and stop thanking me. Ok. I got to go. Talk in a couple of days - a friend of mine, Stella has managed to get you to the Roman Historical Institution, to the archives that are closed to the public. She will give you a call."

"OMG- thank you." Elijah moved to the terrace.

"Hey- seriously, you don't need to thank me" Stefan said.

"Right. Say hi to everyone and we'll talk later. I need a pizza and a good glass of red."

"Down the street in Campo di Fiore, there is a great old-new bar, I can recommend. I don't know if you remember it - it had that Audrey Hepburn poster on the wall" Stefan reminded his friend.

"Yes, I do. Why do you say new bar?"

"The old guy died and his son redesigned it a bit, but it is still the same place, food is still good and the wine is even better." Stefan explained.

"I will definitely check it out."

And with that their conversation ended, both hanging up.

Elijah showered and changed. As he said, he was ready for something to eat, and he made his way down to the bar, he and Stefan hung out so often when he came to visit right after his separation, two years back.

The streets of the old part were bustling and though it had rained a tad bit, everything still looked so sparkly and inviting, with dancing cobbles under the feet, made Elijah feel like he was at home already, like there was an everlasting theatre on display as he walked through the labyrinth of the ancient streets.

And in his head he was writing out scenes for his book.

Plunging into the bar the next moment, with his imagination in full flow of the next chapter, his eyes, and his heart stopped still as they descended on Elena sitting by the large window.

_to be continued

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