#part 2 soon

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

LET ME CHECK YOU OUT

Pairings: George Weasley x Fem!reader Summary: you're wondering around WWW to find a gift for your nephew Warnings: mention of flirting?

PART 2 HERE

you wondered around the shop, feeling a little cramped from all the people looking around, especially kids, running around with their hands full

you had been meaning to come to the shop ever since you saw it in the paper a few months ago, but you figured you'd go after the whole rush of the grand opening.

however your nephew's birthday was coming up and you hadn't got his gift yet, so you decided to go today, to the shop his mother wouldn't let him go to, to look for something to keep him occupied

you looked up from the ground and quickly ducked as a spark came flying around the room.

your gaze followed the spark as it flew up and exploded into a mini firework

as the bright, vibrant colours of the explosion faded away, you were left to make eye contact with a man on the second level staring down at you with a small smirk.

you felt your cheeks heat up as the man looked at you curiously.

you looked back down and continued walking through people to find something for your nephew.

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you go on your toes to reach for a product on the top shelf when a little kid runs past you, bumping into your side, making you lose your balance and stumble backwards

you were scared you were going to bump into someone or break something but then you feel arms catch you and hold you up, putting you back on your feet

"you alright?"

still a little startled, you look up, seeing the man from before, smirking down at you confidently

"y-yeah, i'm fine" you mumbled

"we usually put the best products on the top to we can help the pretty ladies that can't reach them" he winked

"what if they just used their wand?" you pondered

"they never do" he shrugged with a smile

with his hand still on your lower back, he reached up slightly and grabbed a box with the big writing 'decoy detonators'

h smiled at the box before handing it to you

"is that what you wanted?" he asked politely

"well i'm not sure.. would you say this is a good gift for an 11 year old boy?" you questioned

"oh absolutely, unless this boy's mother has a short temper" he joked

"eh, she sort of does, kind of deserves it though, she needs to loosen up" you hummed

"i'm assuming this mother is not you?" he raised an eyebrow cockily

"it could be me" you defended, as a joke

"but it's not" he smiled, taking his hand off your back and stuffing them into his pockets

"how would you know?" you frowned

he chuckled softly before he answered "well for starters you look too young, there's no wedding ring on that finger of yours and no indent of one- indicating there never was a ring- and i think if he were yours, he'd be here to tell you what he wants, or you'd know. and if you were his mother, you would not be buying this"

he tapped the box as he looked at you

"ok so maybe he's not mine, that doesn't matter" you huffed, surprised by his response

"so, is this a birthday present?" he asked curiously after clearing his throat

"yeah, he's turning eleven, i want him to have something cool before going off to hogwarts" you sighed

he towered over you, leaning against the railing as you stayed on the second level

"i think that's perfect, especially for hogwarts, he'll definitely need it if he's planning on getting into risky situation like i did" he informed

you stared up at him in thought, deciding this was the gift you'd get

"alright, great" you smiled

"is that all or would you be interested in a love potion or two? the ladies go crazy for it, although a woman as beautiful as you probably won't need it" he winked again

"how come?" you raised an eyebrow

"you probably got a handful of men swooning over you without knowing it" he smirked

"oh yeah? how would you know?" you walked past him, beginning to walk down the stairs, him trailing after you with a cocky smile

"you might be talking to one of them" he shrugged casually

"pardon?" you stopped, looking behind you as he stood a few steps up from you

"i think you heard me" he snickered as he walked down, pressing up against you as he passed your frame on the narrow stairs

you took a deep breath, watching him as he continued walking down the stairs

was this handsome businessman really flirting with you?

you looked down at your feet for a second before looking back up, not seeing him anywhere

how could he just disappear?

you frowned and walked down the rest of the stairs before looking around the many shelves of candy

soon enough, your hands were full of boxes of fainting fancies, extendable ears, canary creams and fever fudge

you went to walk over to the register when a little kid ran past and bumped into you again, causing a box of fainting fancies to fall from your hands.

you knew you couldn't catch it, as all the other boxes would fall, however just as it was about to hit the ground, the man from before caught it

"ah, left you for a minute and now you're wanting to make a mess of my shop? didn't take you as that type of lady" he joked, leaning up, keeping it in his hand, knowing it was probably best for both of you

"well, that's quite the sum of products you got there" he raised his eyebrows

"you're probably happy about that. more money"

he scoffed "I'm not trying to take pretty ladies' money, i'm trying to put smiles on kids faces"

"well i think your successful in both of those categories" you snorted

he laughed before looking at your full hands "is that all or do you need an extra pair of hands?"

"i think he'll have enough" you said, cradling the boxes, making sure none of them fall

"perfect, let me check you out then" he smirked

your eyes went wide at his statement "w-what?"

he smiled, licking his lips

"get you checked out, at the register" he said obviously

"oh, right, yeah" you nodded

he shook his head in amusement as he turned on his heels, leading you to the front

you followed beside him as he still held one of your boxes

"if it makes you feel better, i've already checked you out multiple times while you've been here" he grinned smugly

before you could respond he left your side to walk around the counter

while he walked around, you put your things down and waited for him to scan them in

"he's gonna get in a lot of trouble with all these" he chuckled as he rang them in

"mm, i can already see him getting scolded by McGonagall"

he hummed and told you your total

"that doesn't seem right, it should be more than that" you pointed out

"i gave you a small discount" he whispered, making sure others didn't hear and ask for one too

"you didn't have to do that" you shook your head

"a pretty lady shouldn't be paying as much as the actual total" he shrugged

"so you give small discounts to every 'pretty lady'?" you raised a brow, not sure how to feel about it

"no, you're the first" he replied, leaning against the counter

you rummage through your purse and give him a little more than he totalled you

"there you go" you beamed up at him

he went through the coins and slid the two extra back at you before putting the rest in the register

you rolled your eyes before taking the two coins back.

"do you have a name? or are you just pretty lady?" he wondered, tilting his head

"pretty lady" you responded

you looked down as he handed you your bag full of products "thanks"

"you should come by more often, maybe i could check you out again"

you blushed as he winked flirtasiously

"i'm good...?" you stopped, realising you didn't know his name

"George"

"right, I'm good George..thank you for the help though" you stepped away, nearing the exit

"whatever you say pretty lady" he sighed, the handsome smile of his never leaving as he watched you leave

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[krakenshaped]

With Every Tick of This Clock || Part 1 || Part 2 ||

[yourlocalstranger123]

Genshin. ~Aether x Reader~

-Don't go. Stay-

• yandere aether. (Not too much yandere)

[Good ending]

Part 2 here

You are from another world. You have gained knowledge of how to travel from world to world. You were wondering around until you found twins that were traveling to find a new home.

The Siblings:

At first, they were on high alert with you. But then when you slowly walked up to them, with opening arms. You welcomed them warmly. You were always gentle with them like if you ever did 1 little mistake, they would break. They felt warmth, you traveled with them. Most of the things you did were playing with their hair, braiding Aether's hair, and putting decorations on Lumine's hair. They also loved your cooking.

Something you didn't know though that they knew you secretly protected them when they are 'asleep.'

You guys landed in a world called 'Teyvat.' The moment you stepped in, an Unknown God approached, locking lumine up. When Aether and you were at the beach, he was on the verge of tears. But he didn't want to break down in front of you!

After he fished out Paimon and helped him guide. The moment you guys were finally alone in the bedroom, he broke down. You let him hold you tightly, flinching every time that seems you are trying to get out of his grasp. Your warmth comforts him through all of his troubles and pain.....

(He couldn't let go of you now...)

You've been always his comfort person. Being there all the time for him, he couldn't ask anything more. He loved your hands gently rubbing his back, softly stroking through his hair like he was a fragile doll.

In the past, he didn't want to come close to you. He felt annoyed by you. But now when the time he separates from you, alone. Is now frowned upon. He didn't wanna let go, it used to be just a want. A desire. But now it's a....

Need.

-currently in the teapot- "Aether? Are you alright, you seem a bit tired. Would you like a little break?" You patted on your lap signaling that he can lay on it. You smiled so warmly. His heart screams to do it but he had a better mind.

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"What? You wanna be between my legs-" you were surprised at least. He couldn't help but look away, embarrassed......welp, guess where he is at. Yes. Between. Your. Thighs.

Aether's POV (kinda?)

'So soft! I could never believe how dumb I was to distance myself from them!' He had felt a piece missing. He still felt empty, but when you came in. He felt complete, at first he was hesitant. 'What is this feeling? Why does it always happen whenever I meet them? Must stay AWAY.' But now he is sitting here. Leaning into your warmth.

Back to author's POV

"Aether, I've been thinking.", "yes [name]? Is there something bothering you?" Did he bother you? Did he- "I think I should visit [earth] to get something." He froze. Are you leaving him? Please don't go :( he can't survive without you!

Later you told him it would be only for 1 day

Make your choice.

(A) let aether come with you

(B) tell him to stay here and when you come back, you grant him a wish.

(C) leave him. [Well not permanently maybe]

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Option (A) has been chosen.

"Why not come with me?" His eyes brighten up at the idea, but he thought it would be only him and you. But we had to bring paimon.

For emergency food-

He was fascinated with the technology. Also curious, when the sun was setting, you handed him a rose. Confessing your love to him.

He was so happy! You love him? Love means to stay together, right? So no need for anyone. You only need to depend on him! He hugged you.

Well, have fun traveling with your lover!

[queenstarlight2]

Imagine being best friends with thranduil and soon falling in love with him, and crying when at his wedding claiming it was happy tears when he gets married to his “one true love”

(part 1)

[lvckyuh]

Cowboy AU

AU Info :)

This is not a flushed out idea but here are some details I like to note

Raymond’s a cowboy but he still wears impeccable dark blue. His clothing also has gold stitching where his nypd cuffs and links would be. He has a lieutenant patch on his arm. And his gun is the same one he’s used in the show.

He comes from county 18, like how Holt’s old precinct was 18.

Raymond’s horse is named Peanut-butter like Sargent PB

Kevin’s outfit design is heavily inspired by a character his actor voices called Sparks Nevada. Also I made Kevin say Sparks catchphrase “I’m… from earth”, mostly because it makes him look flustered.

Second panel is more of a one off with no context but my context is Raymond see’s his boss taking a nap with a book he recommended him, he says “I’m in love”

[jokezm]

Psycho painting girls

[velneer]

A pup to remember [pt. 1]

Velvet, Veneer, and a puppy. What could go wrong?

First story here. Hopefully it makes sense cause I'm sleep deprived at the moment. Also, I'm making it into two parts. I swear it's a one shot but it kinda turned into a two shot.

ps. English isn't my first language. Also, I'll fix this in the morning.

Characters: Velvet x Veneer

Warnings: brother/sister relationship, a little hint of incest if you squint hard enough. Not much warning here. Velvet is really really sleepy though.

Masterlist

Mornings were never Velvet's type. The loud horns of the cars and the morning sun hitting her eyes ruined her perfectly beautiful sleep, it was soooo not cool.

Veneer was different. Instead of getting annoyed by the horns or the sun interrupting his beauty sleep, he'd make all those things his alarm clock. Always says the stupid quote that he got from the troll they keep in their recording room at work. "The early bird gets to sing the first note of the day!" or so it goes.

That's why standing near the kitchen counter preparing her coffee early in the morning on a Saturday, Velvet wished she was back in her cozy bed sleeping the morning way.

She already made up her mind to leave the coffee behind to return to her bed until Veneer walked in calling out her name in excitement.

"Vel! Vel!"

"What?" She groaned, taking the cup out of the machine, which was still pouring out the coffee to take a sip.

"Can we keep him?" Veneer asked, eyes sparkling in hope while looking at his sister.

Velvet looked at him in confusion, sleepy mind not following on what he meant. She was about to question him until she heard a bark.

The drink in her hand was completely forgotten as she stared wide-eyed at the thing that made the noise. "What's that?" She asked, her free hand pointing below to where Veneer stands.

"It's a puppy!" Veneer exclaimed excitedly, both arms opening wide towards the small dog, emphasizing the clueless puppy who was happily wagging his tail on the floor.

"I found him on the streets. He was so cute all whining and shivering from the cold. He reminded me of you when snow falls; always wanting to snuggle up underneath a warm blanket and demanding hot cocoa."

"Hold up, bro. Did you just say I'm a dog?" Velvet asked, eyes narrowing, offended by the thought.

"Oh no! I think you're more of a cat, honestly." He said while picking up the cute dog. " You have very sharp nails too. I still have the scratches on my back, by the way, new ones too from last night. Luckily, we don't have a photoshoot this week, or the next, cause I'd have to find an excuse as to why I can't wear anything backless for the shot."

The puppy in Veneer's arms wiggled trying to get down. Both the siblings' attention reverted back to the puppy whose tongue was now out. Its saliva dripped on the clean floor making both of them cringed.

Without a clue, the puppy happily wiggled its tail, rolling over as if demanding to be petted in his belly.

"Awww. Vel, can we keep him?"

Velvet looked towards Veneer as if he'd grown a second head. "Are you kidding me?" She asked. "It was literally making a dog spit puddle in the middle of our kitchen floor a while ago and you still want to keep it?"

Going up to his sister, Veneer did his best to make puppy dog eyes in hopes of swaying his sister's opinion to keep the small dog. His energy seemed to have affected the puppy as it got down to its front legs whining cutely.

"It's too early for this," Velvet mumbled, putting her hands up in surrender. She left the coffee, walked towards the living room, and sat down on the couch quite dramatically, sighing in relief to finally get her feet off the ground.

Veneer and the puppy followed her, both eyes wide expecting an answer from the girl who would decide their fates.

Velvet couldn't help but groan in annoyance knowing that Veneer would not leave her alone until she answered.

"Look, I don't even want to know where you got it. But—" She knows when she wakes up, she'd blame her sleepiness for giving out this answer. "—fine, you can keep it."

Perking up from the news, Veneer stood up to raise the puppy in the air. His excitement was so contagious that even the puppy let out happy barks as they spun around in celebration.

"You hear that boy! I get to keep you!"

As both Veneer and the puppy's excitement mellowed down, Velvet continued, fighting off the heaviness of her eyelids to give out her condition before she fell asleep on the warm cozy couch.

"I have conditions. So listen up."

Standing in attention, Veneer looked up expectantly. The puppy in his arms grew silent, curiously watching the exchange.

"I'm listening."

"As he stays here, you will be in charge of it. Meaning, if it poops, pees, or breaks anything. You, my dear little brother, will take full responsibility. You will also need to clean up after it, and I swear, if it breaks anything important there will be no getting cozy under the blanket for the rest of the week."

Veneer, with a look of nervousness on his face, slowly nodded in agreement. He definitely can clean up after a puppy. It wouldn't be that hard, right?

Part 1 | Part 2

[emotsper]

minori goes to paldea!

meet haruka, minoris new neighbor and rival! hopefully one day minori can be equals as a champion rank with haruka so they can battle to their hearts content!

shizuku, a rather shy and reserved girl, stumbled upon minori and it looks like they have chemistry already! hopefully with this newfound friendship, shizuku would finally show up to classes more often!

uh-oh! looks like minori somehow got dragged into a situation by airi, where she makes minori help her in her search of the medicinal herbs called herba mystica! makes you wonder if she had her reason to seek it out though...?

[ruu-https]

10:59:01

☆ synopsis. ? not exactly a plan for this one...

☆ featuring. kirishima eijiro

☆ notes. ex!kirishima x fem!reader, sfw, cursing, slight angst, reader goes by y/n l/n

☆ word count. 670

☆ links. navigation - ask box - taglist - smut prompts - fluff prompts - masterlist

꒰౨ৎ - author's note. I haven't really written in a while (also I have a smut Bakugo x Shoto that I'm hoping to finish eventually but I'm not exactly sure when I'm going to be able to get that out)

You and Red Riot, also known as Kirishima Eijiro, were dating back in your 3rd year of high school yet you broke it off so you could focus on your work as a pro hero. You knew you still had feelings for him and you were constantly thinking about him, which was distracting you from your hero work and made people worry about you. You were always zoning out and unable to focus, even during patrol you weren't paying attention. Fat Gum, who you were working with, told your to take a break until you had everything sorted out; 

"L/n, you should take a break," he says, setting a hand on your shoulder, "What? Why?" You asked, looking up at him, "You’ve been distracted for weeks Y/n.. Are you okay?" He asks. You looked down, "I- Yeah, I'm fine, just a bit zoned out I guess.." You respond, not looking at him. "How 'bout you take a break for a week, okay? See if you can sort yourself out, I don’t want you getting hurt." You just nod at him, 'Has it been that noticeable?' You thought, quickly packing your stuff up and heading out of your office. You and Kirishima worked at the same agency, which means you run into each other- a lot. This time being one of them. 

You were walking quickly with you head down, not caring where you were walking or about anything around you, until you bump into someone.  

You let out a small yelp as you fall but someone quickly grabs your waist, holding you tightly and close to them. You look up, opening your mouth to apologize before closing it, seeing Kirishima standing in front of you, still holding your waist. "You okay? Why are you in such a rush?" He asks, pulling you closer as you try to pull away from him. His grip tightens on you, "I'm not letting you go so you might as well just stop fighting and tell me what's wrong." He says pulling you out of the hallway into his office which was next to you. He locked the door and stood against it so you couldn’t leave. "Just talk. Please?" He says, looking at you worriedly.  

You looked at him, feeling your face get hot as he stared at you. "I- um.. Fat Gum told me to take a break..." You said and Kirishimas eyes went wide but he stayed silent, signaling for you to go on. "He- he said I've been zoned out and distracted lately and-" you voice cracked, tears welling in your eyes as you blinked them back, "and didn’t want me getting hurt because of it.." You finished, looking down at your feet as you fiddle with your hands. Kirishima sighs, "Do you know what is distracting you?" He asks, taking a step towards you. You looked up at him, a tear falling down your cheek as he walks closer to you, cupping your face in his hands, "Y-you.." You mumble, letting out a shaky sigh and closing your eyes, awaiting his answer. 'Why would I actually tell him? God- I'm so dumb I probably made things worse,' you thought.  

You both stood there in silence for a while, both of you too nervous to say anything. You opened your eyes, starting to think you were imaging things when you see Kirishimas red face, almost as red as his hair. His eyes are wide and his mouth is slightly agape, surely surprised at what you said and seemingly quite flustered. You started backing away from him, seeing if that would pull him out of his little day dream. 

Kirishima quickly dropped his hands to your waist and pulls you into a hug, holding you tightly as if you'd disappear if he let go. You hear him sniffle as he buries his head in your neck, "G-god I fuckin' missed you," he whispers, softly kissing your neck. "I-… I missed you too, Ei," you mumble, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

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[tinkerbelldetective]

"I miss you," he finally sighs, looking directly at the camera.

Nina smiles softly, setting her pencil down to meet Fabian's cross continental gaze.

"I miss you too, Fabian."

The night has already fallen on his side. She can see the dark sky just outside the window behind him, while the sun still shines against her back.

His eyes fall to his wrist with a sigh.

"Nina-"

"I know. Send me a copy of it, okay? I still want to read it."

Fabian smiles, waving at the camera before her screen goes black.

***

"Finals are in a week. I'm just glad this class is over. She has deadlines tighter than Victor's curfew."

"Well that never stopped us."

She can hear his smile in his voice, but she wishes she could see it in person, even if she has memorized every pull of his lips, every smile he's ever given her written into her soul with golden ink.

"True." She readjusts the phone against her ear as she digs through her bag, grasping onto the textbook that she managed to trade a $50 gift card for. It's weird how much she can slide by. "You have organic chemistry this Thursday?"

"I've done well so far, but I'm reading everything over."

"You're gonna do great, Fabian."

"I know."

"Are you going back home?"

"For a few days. What about you and your Gran?"

"She's planned a pretty elaborate dinner and we're seeing The Nutcracker."

"Oh, nice!"

There's silence before Fabian speaks again.

"I know you have class, Miss Martin. Don't stop learning on my account. We'll talk tonight, okay?"

She laughs at the voice he uses when he calls her 'Miss Martin' before answering with a happy confirmation.

***

The plane ticket burns in his pocket as he pulls up the webcam, catching Nina already in her pink pajamas.

"You're going to bed early."

"Early day tomorrow."

Ah, yes, French tutoring on Thursdays.

"Listen, I-" He stumbles over his words, just like he did at Anubis, before pulling himself together. "I've been saving all semester. Uncle Ade pitched in, not much, but still." He pulls the plane ticket from his pocket, holding it up to the camera with a shy smile.

"Fabian," she breathes.

"I'm spending Christmas at home, but I want to see you."

He waits for a response as Nina stares back at him, her lips widening into a smile.

"I can't wait."

[lvxybby]

Our Messiah, Kai anderson x reader

3RD POV: you had recently given birth to your 2 week old baby girl, Jade. you were resting your eyes as your sleeping daughter was held in your arms. you tried so hard to sleep but it was either jade crying or paranoia keeping you awake. you heard the door open and voices fill the room before a loud shush quieted them. kai and everyone else stood before you, watching you hold your daughter. "you're dismissed" kai spoke in his regular plain voice. everyone exited the room except him. "hey" kai whispered as he approached the couch. you hummed as you held jade closer to your body. he knelt down and pet your head. he knows your completely drained from your mother duties. he honestly felt a bit of sorrow for you since you weren't sleeping at all anymore. it was really concerning to him. you and his daughter were his pride and joy. he would do anything to ensure your safety. "hey sweetheart" kai said focusing his attention to his sleeping daughter. he placed a small kiss on her forehead. "kai...?" you asked peeking open your eyes. "yeah?" he responded "is jade ok? is she still asleep?" you said with your eyes closed. "yeah...dont worry about her..." kai said with a smile. "how long are you going to keep doing this..." you said cuddling jade closer to you "what? keep doing what" kai asked. "y'know...the cult shit...im tired of constantly being put in danger" you said peeking open your eyes. "im doing this to keep you safe...to help us...are you not grateful for the work im putting in for you? the work im putting in to keep my family safe? the SHIT i do to make you happy!? HUH" he shouted. "kai please dont yell" you said waking up fully. "i never said that...its just im really scared cause...im worried about you too...i dont want you to get hurt or die doing some crazy shit! night of 100 tates? seriously kai! when you did that i was scared for my life too! i was scared you were going to kill me cause i was pregnant! i was scared you would get caught and go to prison! and im scared about the fact you talk to yourself! you scare me!" you cried out. your daughter woke up and began to look around. "oh really!? really?! i am perfectly fine! you are fine! i do this for you! for my daughter! for my job!" kai shouted. "KILLING PEOPLE ISNT A JOB KAI ANDERSON" you shouted. you stood up with jade and left the room. she was quietly crying now. you went upstairs to your shared room and grabbed the knife from under your mattress. kai kept it there for safety. you ran into the bathroom and slammed the door and locked it. you pressed your feet against the door as hard as you could. you heard kai chase you up the stairs and into the room. "open this door right fucking now" he said pulling on the door handle. you were scared. you cried with your daughter as you embraced her. you wrapped around her and sobbed. you were scared of your own husband. the man you trusted with every cell in your body to take care of your daughter and you, is banging on the door telling you to open it or he'll hurt you. "Y/N i'll bust this door down and fucking beat you! open it right now" he ordered. you pressed with your feet harder. you were shaking. you worried for you and your daughters lives at that point since kai was on the verge of insanity. you and jade were basically the only thing keeping him from going mad. you and jade were that tiny piece. next thing you know the door flew open and kai stood there. he was pissed off. but his expression changed when he saw you and your daughter sobbing. you were shaking like crazy and you had your daughter wrapped around you tighter than ever. you were hyperventilating like hell. you weren't able to breathe at all. you held the knife in your hands with a tight grip. "Y/N...oh..oh...god...i-" tears began to form in his eyes. his voice shook. "im so sorry..." he said. he reached out for you but you backed away. tears streamed down his face. "Y/N please im sorry" he cried. you gripped the knife tighter. you weren't going to risk your child getting hurt. kai sat on the floor across from you.

[whistlingstarlight]

StEx in real life Part 1: Engines

These are mostly headcanon, as there are either too many inconsistencies or not enough information to properly assign every character an irl basis, but I thought it would be fun to do. Explanations are provided for each.

Rusty: CNJ 2-6-2T

Rusty was very hard to pick an irl counterpart for, as if he is based on a particular engine it's hard to tell as his helmet is misshapen to accommodate the actor's visibility. I feel like Rusty is more likely a tank steamer than a tender, and the helmet looks more like it has side tanks than any other shape. This 2-6-2 has a cowcatcher, a lamp on top of the smokebox, and even the same style of cab window as Rusty. So I'm satisfied to choose this as my irl counterpart for him.

Greaseball: EMD E9 A-unit

This isn't really headcanon as Greaseball's helmet looks incredibly close to an E9, and they're very iconic and memorable Union Pacific's rolling stock.

Electra: SNCF CC40101

This one is just literally fact. Electra is surprisingly the most specific character when it comes to their basis, as he has it printed on his helmet. It's an outdated choice for the "engine of the future", but he certainly looks retro-futuristic.

Poppa/Momma: Kansas Central 2-6-0

This one is very contradictory to what little info we have on the Old Steamer's class, but I decided to go with it. Poppa wears the Kansas Central logo on his hat, and given their similar designs I choose to believe Momma is from the same company. In Broadway Poppa is called "the Big Boy", but to my knowledge no UP Big Boys ever worked for KCS, and as the KCS logo lasted longer than the Big Boy line I prefer to use that. I love the idea of Poppa and Momma being old-fashioned American steamers, and this was the only KCS I could find.

Greaseball's gang

These ones are honestly just pure headcanon and very self-indulgent based on some of my favourite diesels. Felt weird leaving them out but trust me, there's nothing in canon to justify these.

Tank: KM ML 4000

Lube: BR Class 122

Gear: BR Class 08

[azurlily]

Isn't physiological horror and like thriller a really good genre? Okay maybe that's just me(and the others), but I love the idea of someone being genuinely crazy. Not the "oh I'm in love crazy" or the "oh I'm this horrible bad serial killer crazy". No, I want to be afraid every second that some fucked up shits going to happen.

So now were in our yandere phase and today I'm giving you something I think a lot of people with family issues will want and hate. Please read warnings. This is part 1 so it's pretty tame compared to what I have in store for the others. You'll get to see other perspectives next chapter. No smut until reader is 16+.

WARNING: this work contains mentions of past mental and physical abuse towards minors, the drugging of minors, the forcing of a minor to undress in front of adults, and reader gets kissed on the back while naked and drugged.

The men are platonic and only SOME (the daughters) women/non-binary characters will be romantic.

Have fun and dont hate us for this.

Our Unparalleled Love for You

"These are the Smith's, they're good people. They will also be your knew foster family for the time being."

A man in jeans and a nice dress shirt stood in front of two charming adults, he wasn't old. He definitely wasnt young either, you'd decided over time that you didn't like him. Mainly because every foster family he put you in was worse that the last, it might've not been his fault but you were going to blame him anyway.

You stood next to the man, slightly behind him. You weren't afraid of these people, you just didn't want to meet them. You stared at both the man and woman for a few minutes, taking in their features. The woman stood slightly in front of the man, she held a cane in one hand and the other was behind her. Holding the man's hand.

The woman was quite tall compared to you, about 5'9 maybe 5'10. The man was taller though, he looked over 6'0. You couldn't pinpoint exactly how tall, but he was definitely tall. You stared at the couple a bit longer, noticing a few concealed pins in the mans shaggy, blonde hair. You assumed his hair was a bit long, but maybe he preferred to hide it.

The womans hair wasn't short by any means, although you might not be able to tell how short because of the bun it was in. Her hair was tied in a beautiful and intricate bun, that you wouldn't understand how to do for the life of you. The lady had midnight dark hair, and it almost looked like it had a blue-ish hue to it.

They're were both elegance defined. The womans eyes were a bright and beautiful brown, her eyes were on you. Like you were the only thing that she wanted in that very moment. The man has a a small smile, or maybe he's not smiling and you're just imagining it. The man has bright blue eyes, they look like the ocean.

You remember one of the families you used to live with, they lived in Florida and went to the beach often. Not that you ever got to go with them, but you remember the house being close to the ocean.

"Mr and Mrs Smith, this is Y/N. She's a good behaved girl, and I promise that she'll only be with you for a few months."

The man next to you gets closer and whispers into your ear, "You better not fuck this up. These people have good money, and they're wasting it on you."

You looked up at the man and woman and watched their small smiles turn into disapproving frowns. The woman grips her cane harder than before looking between you and the man for a moment.

"I think we'll bring her home now, thank you for the meeting. We'll see you in a week."

The womans voice is silly smooth. You shiver slightly at hearing her cane drag on the ground just before she begins walking. The woman grabbed your shoulder and roughly pulled you to her. For a moment this felt like some sort of transaction, and you were feeling more than uncomfortable.

You began walking to the car with the two new people. The woman had her hand on your shoulder the entire time, meanwhile the man strode in front of you. You all stop in front of a large black car, it looked sleek and brand new. The man opens up the passenger door, and the backseat door.

You look at the two, slowly getting in car. You sit down and immediately notice that the seats warm, actually the entire back seat is warm. It feels sort of weird, and kind of cozy. You weren't against it, but you've never had this luxury before so it isn't something your used to.

You buckly yourself up and the Smiths make start the car. You hear your voice repeated a few times, your head snapped up. How many times had they called your name before you knew it? Were they going to yell at you now that you were in private?

". . .Y/N? Are you listening?"

You shook your head yes, apologizing for not hearing them. Your head goes up,but your eyes stay glued to the ground. You didn't want to get yelled at for making eye contact with them.

"Well sweetie, we were asking if you were hungry. Are you? If you want to eat something, we can get some food on the way home."

You heard the womans voice again, you noticed her husband didn't seem too inclined to speak with you. That was okay, as long as he wasn't mad. "No, I'm not-"

Your stomach growled loudly in protest to your words, you'd been caught. You blush and close your eyes. You were somewhat embarrassed, but also a little bit afraid. You hear the woman laugh, and the man chuckle. It sounded genuine, like they found it cute.

The woman speaks again, and you notice the man is turning into your favorite fast food restaurant. Lucky you. "Well honey, were here anyways so why dont we get some grub? What would you like? If you want a little something sweet, that's fine too. In fact I want a shake!"

You laugh, she was trying to make you feel comfortable. You've seen it before, and you enjoyed it every time. You tell her your order and the man finally speaks, ordering all of yalls food. His voice was deep and sounded mean, you didn't know how to describe it. He just sounded mean.

Once your handed your food and drink you sit and wait. You didn't want to get yelled at for eating in the car. The woman noticed and stared at you oddly. "You can eat. I really dont mind, I mean I'd be a bit of a hypocrite if I ate but didn't let you."

She continued eating, and you began eating yourself. You were quite happy, these people seemed nice. Although generally, the people that were nice didn't have nice kids. You groaned internally, hoping these people taught their kids right.

"Ah, I completely forgot- you can call me Ophelia and my husband is Arthur. We understand that calling us mom and dad isn't something you're ready for."

Mom and dad? These people are fostering you, not adopting you. You looked up for a moment to say something, but the look on Arthur and Ophelias faces said it all. She knew what she said, and she didn't stutter. They both wanted you to say something, they wanted to put you in your place.

Your eyes went back down, you looked at your food for a moment and then continued eating.

The car comes to a stop and your door is once again opened. You get your food and step out of the car, you look around and see a large mansion. Just how rich were these people? You're ushered into the house, standing in a large open space. After a bit of walking, you noticed two large and winding staircases. Standing on the sides of them were about 10 butler's and maids(per staircase).

You freeze up at seeing so many people, all with their heads bowed down and in such a large place. Arthur takes the eaten food and hands it to one of maids, you assume she was going to throw it away. You could've done it yourself, you didn't see the point of having her doing.

Your feel a hand against your back, it runs you gently; Ophelia. As if trying to comfort you, but instead you felt uncomfortable as hell. You tried to move away, just move around a bit so she got the idea. Instead she pulls you closer, you were now in a sort of side hug. She had her arms wrapped around your side, and she had you pressed into her side.

You squirm a bit more until Ophelia looks down at you. She didn't look annoyed or mad, simply disappointed. You hated that, this woman was holding you and all you could think about was how good it felt to be held. Fighting back was admittedly out of the question, and you definitely dont trust these people. You decide to indulge yourself, just this time, never again.

You give up fighting her and go limp in her arms, Ophelia looks more than pleased. You want to kick her, but you're afraid she'll do it back.

This woman was freakishly strong.

After a moment Arthur begins looking around the room, he speaks up. His voice had chilled, did he normally speak that way to his servants? "Where are the kids? I want them to meet their new sister."

You almost rolled your eyes, not this shit again. Unless they planned to adopt you, which you knee they wouldn't. They shouldn't be calling you their daughter, they dont even know you well enough!

One of the maids, her outfit was different from the rest, it had a large crest on both shoulders bowed her head a bit farther and walked closer to us. "I'm sorry sir, they're still at school. They shall be home in a few hours, we can pick them up early if you wish."

This woman sounded like she came out of a movie from the 1990's. You thought it was funny and laughed just slightly. You knew it was heard, but honestly that's their fault. If Ophelia didn't want to hear you laugh, she shouldn't have you practically on top of her.

Arthur shakes his head and huffs a bit. You thought it was stupid, how did he not know when his own kids were getting home? "Fine, I want her upstairs and in a room. I've gone over the procedure; bathing, skincare, all of that. Get it done."

With that Arthur walks out of the room, muttering something about poor planning. Ophelia lets you go, not before kissing your forehead and walking off. You would have found that sweet if that woman didn't give you the heebie jeebies.

The maid, whose name is Mary(her nametag) began to usher you upstairs. You thought she was bringing you into a bedroom, until you find yourself in a lavish bathroom with a large bath and shower. The shower was one of those glass boxes, and it look over 20 feet wide with multiple showerheads. Each looked different from the other.

The bath was ten times bigger, it was a large oval and there was a large shelf with soaps, hair washes, and skincare products. The large door to the room closes, and you're left with three maids. They all just stand and stare at you. Mary puts both her hands on your shoulders, pulling your arms up. "Take your clothes off or we'll do it for you."

Mary didn't sound like she was trying to threaten you, instead she talking as if she was nicely asking you to move. Although her words still properly registered in your head and you jumped away. "No, I can bathe myself! Just tell me how to turn on the shower and I'll be fine!"

Mary tuts loudly at you, she shakes her head and begins walking closer the two maids behind you doing the same. "Please take your clothes off or we will do it for you. Your parents instructed us to bathe you, and very clearly stated to not let you give yourself a shower."

You struggled and tried pushing them ladies away, it was five long minutes and you could feel yourself beginning to cry. Your fight or flight instincts had kicked in and you lost the fight. These people are freakishly strong. "Fine! Just please let me undress myself."

The three ladies all back away and you undress. You watcher as one of the maids was pouring Epsom salts into the water, you didn't even notice the water had turned on. You watched her pour a massive bag of the salts into the tub(didn't feel like a tub more liek a public bath) and it wasn't enough to cover even half of the bath.

You're guided into the water while the maids get some soaps and hair washes. You move around a bit in the water, it's a little under 5' feet deep. There are stairs and you just swim around trying to think. The water does feel nice, you feel almost protected by it. In a way you feel safer in the water, even if you are naked.

Your eyes were feeling puffy and felt like you wanted to cry again; you didn't. You didn't want to show these creeps how much power they held over you. You hear a beckoning voice and you walk back to the maids. You're sat on the steps, luckily the maids are willing to let you wash yourself but they're still doing your hair.

The maids turn around and start look at the shelves as you wash your body. You dont know what kind of body wash it was, but it felt amazing and you were smelling really good. After about ten minutes, the maids told you to sit and let them do your hair. You sat down on the steps, the warm water covered most of your body and it felt great. You could almost forget the warms tears that began to run down your face.

You sighed loudly, the sound echoing off the walls of the bedroom you were placed in. The room was so big it could fit 12 elephants, and apparently it was now your room. When the maids had washed your hair it took them almost an hour and surprisingly the water stayed warm the whole time. Your hair had multiple products put it in and you were given a bonnet to keep you hair looking nice if you took a nap.

(Sorry I have curly hair and I wasn't thinking when I wrote this part. Yes, anyone(in my opinion)can wear a bonnet.)

The room looked bland, the bedsheets were a cream color and the walls were white. You get up and open a door, finding a bathroom. There is another big bathtub and shower, but no where near as big as the one from before. The color pattern matches; white. You close the door only to open another and find a walk-in closet. The closer was about a 1/4 of the rooms size. Your eyes bulged in surprise, goddamn these people are rich.

You notice a mirror in the closet and look at yourself. Despite wearing the bonnet, you're in pretty normal clothing. Just a shirt and some pants, you refused to wear the shorts. When asked why. . .you didn't reply. The maids had given in quickly to your ask for pants instead.

You see a clock in the normal part of the bedroom and notice its already been three hours. You hear a knock on the door and vocie calls out, it's Arthur.

"Y/N? The kids are here, please come downstairs."

You hear the sound of him walk away, and as much as you want to stay in the bedroom where its "safe", you're not taking chances. You open the door, expecting to see no one and instead are greeted by Arthur in front of the door. He smiles, he looks quite nice when he smiles. Unlike how he normally looks like an ass, he looks almost nervous now.

"Come now, downstairs."

Arthur puts his hand out, presumably for you to take it but you don't. Instead you just begin to walk, you hear a quiet hug behind you but choose to ignore it. You dont want to touch any of them, no matter how touch starved you are. These people have not show you, even slightly, that they can be trusted.

You walk down the winding stairs and see Ophelia with three kids standing next to her. Kids isn't the right descriptor, they look your age(15) and older. Two girls and one boy, all three are standing next to their mother like little guard dogs. It almost made you laugh at how protective they look.

You walk until you in front of them, they all look at you with somewhat indifference. You're something new and shiny, yet foreign and mysterious. Whether they liked you or not though, they'd put up an act in from of their parents. They each step up individually, as if everything they said and did in that moment was planned. It fucking was.

One after the other they performed their little parts, each looking up just slightly for their parents approval every so often.

"My name is Ezekiel, I'm 17. Lovely to meet you, Y/N."

Ezekiel has strawberry blonde hair, cut to find nicely around his head. No short, but not long. You're beginning to notice a pattern with the men in the family. His hair is a bit curly, but unlike his sisters his hair is more wavy. Ezekiel has- and you almost hate to admit this because you can tell this guys a prick- beautiful blue eyes. The look exactly like his fathers, except brighter. Ezekiel is only a bit shorter than his mom(5'9) and still taller than you.

Ezekiel bows his head in an almost exaggerated manner, he takes a few steps forward and holds out his hand to shake. You didn't want to cause any problems with him(you knew the kids could cause more problems than the adults sometimes) and going along with his show was the best way to do that. You shake his hand in a firm grip, you two make eye contact and he looks away as soon as you do.

You notice he stares at the ground then looks at his sisters, then his parents, then you. Where they like a weird hivemind and you didn't know? Would make sense...

The second one stepped up, you assume they were doing oldest to youngest. The girl has hair much like her mother; midnight black. She's gorgeous, and you can't help but blush a bit at how long you've stared at her. She's pretty and she knows it too. Her hair is a lot curlier than her brother and she has bouncy curls that go well with her back length hair. Her eyes are dark brown, they look like a murkier version of her moms.

She walks forward and makes a big show of hugging you. She laughs(and it sounded like it would be better described as a giggle) and presses her head into your neck for a moment. You pull away as soon as her grip lets up; the fuck was that?

Now she stands in front of you with an award winning smile, one that might've fooled you if not for how she grabbed you. When you hugged, her nails dug deeply into your back and you could practically feel your skin coming off. The girl towered over you, she's taller than Ezekiel; bitch got her dads genes.

Creepy bitch.

"Oh it's just great to meet you, our parents have been talking about you for the past few months! My names Rosette, and I'm just so happy to meet my new baby sister! I'm 16- turning 17 in a few months, uh- oh, my favorite color pallet are pastels! It's just so hard to choose a color. . ."

Rosette babbles on for another minute, and you're not sure if she's a great actor or an airhead. For now lets try to assume the best about people. Also was the baby sister necessary? You're only a year or two younger than her!

As you turn your head to the youngest- a loud bell rings across the house. You hear Arthur clap his hands in delight, and watch all the maids and butlers appear. Not this shit again...

"Ah, it's time for dinner, Lucille, you can be introduced to Charlotte later." Ophelia says while pulling you out of the room and into a one about the same size. The only difference is the decor, instead on an open space theres a large table that can seat at least 100 people. There's multiple plates full of food, some foods you don't think you've ever seen before.

Ophelia pulls out a chair, it's the on to the left of Arthur, who is sitting at the head of the table. On the right of him is Ophelia next to her is Ezekiel. Next to you is Charlotte and Rosette(in that order), the seating doesn't feel right. Not in the damn slightest. You feel uncomfortable with how close Charlotte is to you. Unlike how the seat are spaced out, Charlotte moved her chair closer to yours.

You look over at her and she just stares down at her food. You dont say anything, maybe these people do prayer? You waited for Arthur or Ophelia to start, instead Arthur looks over at you. He looks down at your food and then nods at you.

"Try it."

This felt culty.

You do as asked and take a bite of the food that was on your plate. It was good, not bland and honestly very flavorful. You chewed it for a few moments and swallowed. It was hot, a bit too hot but good nonetheless. It wasn't a favorite of yours, but it tasted a lot better than food you've had before.

As you swallow your bite everyone else starts eating. You chose not to notice the pair of eyes searing into your head from the side. Charlotte was staring, and it wasn't in a "just looking" sort of way. She took a bite of her food and then stared at your while she ate it.

At some point you turn and Charlotte smiles. She moves her head a bit closer and quietly introduces herself.

"I'm Charlotte." Charlotte doesn't say a word after that, you now take note of how creepy her smile is. It looks forced, and from the resting bitch face she had earlier, it might be.

You just smile thinly, you keep your eyes on her for a minute until you the food starts to call your name again. It was good, like really fucking good.

You kept eating until your stomach started to hurt, not from overeating. Instead you felt sick, like you were going to throw up and pass out. You can feel you skin vibrating, or maybe you're shaking? You look around and no one is looking at you, instead they're all look away. You try to get a few words out, but your throat hurts like your have strep throat.

You begin to sway and finally hear a voice, although it's much closer to you than it should be. "Oh dear! Arthur! I told you, you put too much in her food. Now she's gonna be sick as a dog!"

What? What was going on? What is Ophelia saying? Better question- is it true?

"Shh, shh, shh it's okay, Mommy's here. Rosette, help me pick her up and take her to her room. I'm glad we had the maids clean her ahead of time."

You're shaking violently now, you start to tear up wondering if your going to die today. Wondering if they were just giving you a good last day, a day better than the one you lived with before. Without being beaten into the ground, or slapped by a hand with rings.

. . .

You're laying in a large bed, your large bed. You look around the room and see it's the room you were given earlier. You move around, but feel sick the moment you do. You run to the bathroom and barely make it, throwing up on the ground a bit. You shaking and crying, your body feels horrible. You feel yourself sweating and you're hot, but at the same time your feet and hands are cold.

You begin to cry, you cant stop the vomit that's destroying your throat and burning your insides. You feel weak and all you want is to sleep, to just close your eyes.

You jump when you feel a hand on your back. "It's just me-"

Rosette.

The sound if you puking overshadows her voice, she stays quiet and instead just rubs your back. Rosette places her head on your back and presses a firm kiss to what you realise is bare skin. You're naked. Who the fuck undressed you?!

Finally the vomiting stops, and now you realize the situation. You're head is pressed against the toilet seat and your naked down to your underwear. Rosette, who is fully clothed by the way. Is holding you from behind, she is rubbing your back and she kissed it a few times. You feel fucking disgusted.

"It'll be okay. Mom was right about you, she said you'd make a perfect bri- sister. A perfect adopted little sister. You'll remember some of this tomorrow, but not the creepy parts. That's all that matters, now let's get you to bed."

More to come soon. Rosette and Charlotte are the main love interests. Yes, this is something we dont usually write and I understand if you find this creepy or uncomfortable. I on the other hand am getting into writing darker stuff, my rules for the blog will not change and we will not end them.

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Feyre Archeron

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[ in which Eddie Munson has a crush on Hawkin’s golden girl aka the student council president :3! ]

tw [uses of strong language, mature themes]

( based off of Jcole Wet Dreamz, fic relating to the song )

—The school halls were filled with hormonal teenagers and book stuffed bags, feet crumbling against the floor rushing to get to their day's last class. Hands reached to the loud bell that rang, alerting the building that it was finally time for them to go.

Eddie Munson was one of many of those students rushing to class, taking extra time not needed to finish rolling several joints in the forest when he obviously had time in the afternoon, but he couldn’t help the satisfaction of getting his stuff done.

Wild hair bounced onto his head quickly, one foot in the class and the other out when he finally reached inside advanced Chemistry.

“Late again Munson, that will be detention.” The grumpy older woman crabbily snapped, blatant hatred for the Medal head watching him with close eyes as he walked to his seat, next to Wesley Hugh’s, a pretty standard dude that had about every fear in his body activated at any time.

Grumbling lightly, unzipping his bag slamming the black notebook that was filled with his messy handwriting from his blue pen.

Chalk scratched onto the board, making the pink of his ears sink into his hearing uncomfortably. “Alright class, let’s start with something simple following yesterday's homework (which he didn’t do), are two atoms of the same element identical?”

The words the elderly woman spoke came like a foreign language, words going one ear and out the other. You see, the only reason Eddie was in advanced chemistry was that he was a beast at math, words were hard to him.

“Yes, Y/n?”

Your voice rang like a loud bell in his ears, slim doe eyes waking up at the mention of you. “No, simply because there is a possible difference of electrons of an atom can copy.“your voice was like honey, every word dripping with smoothness and confidence that traced him like a dotted line.

Eddie had looked interested in you from the day you stood on the podium reading off your perfect script on why you should be student council president, the glint in your eyes giving him your vote automatically.

He didn’t know what partially made him have such a big crush, maybe you’re hips, or lips, or the way the plush of your breast pushed together as you wrote, or the fresh scent of laundry and lavender he smelt every time you walked past his table to assist the teacher.

Everything about you was appealing, but Eddie knew his little fantasy of the two wouldn’t work, his glances weren’t unnoticed. You were definitely aware of his little crush, you’re good friend Julia even told you how he couldn’t stop staring at you. Eddie Munson was handsome even with all the hatred he got, people wouldn’t admit it, but you would.

His table was at your side, the two of you side by side but not as close as you wanted. Looking at the older woman who took a shaky seat in her chair, she coming farther than expected. Ripping the side of notebook paper, grab your special pen with the red ink matching your white black, and red plaid skirt.

‘hi :)’ you simply wrote, folding the paper nice and neat, throwing it in front of him letting out a sound of paper cracking. With furrowed eyebrows his head slowly turned, seeing you give him a kind smile, back straightened with poise posture.

Eddie couldn’t really process what was going on, not even smiling back as he opened the note quickly. Tried to not seem desperate but it failed. Swallowing down a lump of spit from the random act of kindness, if you would call it that?

Was this some type of sick prank? He wondered to himself, but no, you couldn’t do such a thing, right? Opening up his notebook, lightly ripping a corner trying to be quiet from the old lady’s super hearing or Wesley’s teacher pet urge.

Writing back, trying to make his messy cursive handwriting seem a bit more presentable.

‘Hi there, how r u?’

Throwing the paperback, he quickly looked down at his paper with a few words and numbers. Maybe he was trying too hard, you only said hi, insecurity and regret entering the depths of his brain.

The corners of you’re mouth lifted, smiling, you, smiling at his note. Because he was trying so hard, don’t get it wrong though, though it was cute. Nobody had ever really—it’s complicated.

‘good,ive been noticing u staring at me'

Eddie swore his heart dropped to the tip of his toes when he read that, that sentence alone made him feel like a pervert. Which he wasn’t, he thought that you probably felt that way. Which made him feel even more like a ‘freak’, imagine how the school would react to Eddie Munson creeping on the smartest girl in the building.

That would be over for him.

‘it’s okay tho, i know you didn’t mean it like that

and u r really cute to’

Reading the note, cheeks turned pink and pride swelled in his heart. Cute, Eddie Munson was cute. He never thought he would hear those 4 words in his life. This wasn’t real, it didn’t feel weird, his crush just called him cute. It was almost like a reward if you wanna go into details.

Before he could respond back another one came in a flash of a second, getting excited like it was Christmas waiting for the next gift.

‘have you ever had sex before ?’

Oh.

Now Eddie wasn’t as dumb as people assumed, if a girl asked him, or a boy that out of the blue it obviously meant they wanted to have sex. But that wasn’t possible, not at all. Eddie didn’t really know how to—to have game, sweet talk a girl.

He ain’t never done this before.

‘yeah’

‘r u good at it?’

‘pro at it’

Dumbass, the d in dumb having to be capitalized to punch on the fact that Eddie could have never said anything worse in his life. You see, he was a virgin. And that was embarrassing for his big boy age, he hasn’t touched a pussy since he came out of one.

Eddie swore he could have passed out, you on the underhand had shaken hands at the boldness and fear of rejection of you’re sparkling questions. Note after note you’re inner thoughts getting revealed. It wasn’t that you only wanted to bet to have sex with him, you wanted to get to know him of course, but his dick seemed pretty good so you had to find out sooner or later.

‘oh rlly? i would love to find out :)’

Eddie swore the room got hotter and tighter, pants tightening as he shifted uncomfortably. Getting a boner in Chem, and the fact you added a little smiley face made his head spin and skin get hot. Sweat begins to drip at the back of his neck.

‘your welcome to find out doll’

Doll? doll….Eddie was getting real nervous and uneasy at flirting, he heard everybody call their girl's dolls these days so why not give it a try? It sure did have an effect on you from the way you’re thighs clenched trying to relieve tension, teeth tugging onto your bottom lip writing back.

You knew, had a feeling in you’re gut that Eddie was experienced, he probably had a fling with a hot mom that watched his band play, or one of those gothic chicks that went to Hawkins with the plumpest breast ever seen.

‘how about u come over on Saturday then, my mom and dad will be out with friends till 12:00, 9:30 on the dot?’

‘sure, I’ll see ya there’

The bell rang interrupting his thoughts, shivers running down his spine as you walked past him, sex appeal dripping in your tone as you gave him a small wave, an extra point for a “bye Eddie, see you around.”

He nervously chuckled waving back, a hand immediately dropping letting out a deep sigh. He was in deep shit, Eddie had to learn how to fuck a girl in the best way possible before Saturday night at 9:30. (On the dot)!