#smoke weed with that i wasn't even hit up at all to see if hanging out would be smthn i wanted to do

[narutomaki]

I'm sick (again) with who knows what (again) and it fucking sucks (again) because this is the second time I've been Sick sick with something other than 1) 1 days bugs cause by food/allergies(?) or 2) anxiety and pain flare ups

and the first time I was sick I tested after getting over the worst of it and tested positive for covid 2 times, my roommate got sick with who knows what either covid from me or a unknown cold from their friends in the building

but what this all essentially means is I'm spending New Years alone while also having spending Christmas also alone (my friend celebrates and i was supposed to go over to celebrate with them and their family but SICK) and usually me and that same friend in the brackets send New Years together but we haven't for two years in a row now

and idk i'm just jealous and bitter bcus my roommate is hanging out with mutual friends that don't care that they're sick bcus they didn't test positive for covid but I wasn't even asked if I wanted to try and come along somehow which like. ow?

and idk. i don't like being alone. especially because I do put a lot of stock in New Years day and being with my friend(s) but I'm alone and my dog's sick and...

I got sick because I had to take my mask off for an ENT appointment, where in the end nothing was visibly wrong, where she didn't think the lump on my head was an issue and I was too anxious to tell her that YES the lump does and has repeatedly changed in size and-

I'm getting a scan of some sort done on my head next month (i think) where I won't be able to wear a mask bcus all of mine have metal in them so I guess I should get a fabric mask and see if my n95 inserts fit in them? better than nothing and that has to count bcus I don't want to get sick AGAIN (AGAIN)

so i'm just. sitting alone in my freezing apartment eating a chocolate bar i don't like smoking and working on art and trying to ... idk. just trying.

[kooeater]

gun | JJK

Jungkook x reader

smut | fluff

warnings: mentions of guns, weed smoking, unprotected sex, oral (f receving) cowgirl, riding, nipple piercings, slight nipple play, fluffy cute end, slight coquette reader, dirty talk, switch jk + reader

"What the fuck is this?! why is there a gun on your nightstand?!" Jungkook never held a gun before, the one in his hand was slightly shaking from his nerves. Guns were scary as hell to him, one of the worst things to just have laying around in his opinion.

He doesn't really care if he looks like a bitch crying about a gun while his now soft cock is hanging out. Finding a gun on his coworker's nightstand after sex wasn't on his to do list but he can write it down and cross it out now.

"For protection? What else would I have a gun silly." the way you're giggling as you take a hit from your joint with no care in the world kind of scares him.

"Well, if you're going to have a gun shouldn't you get lessons for it first? Just common sense of course." he says before he puts on his grey sweatpants that just shows he wants to fuck again which is great because so do you.

"Baby, I know how to use a gun." you roll your eyes as you look in the mirror, you looked so hot.

The joint in your hand, white panties with a cute lace bow in the front, boobs just hanging out freely, your lacy socks and pink ribbon bows in your hair. You can totally get why a hot babe like Jungkook would beg to hit.

(Jungkook was your boss, the owner and best tattoo artist of the most famous tattoo shop in the city. He knew you in high school for a bit until he dropped out to work on his business. Luckily for him business is going so fucking great. He hired you as the shop's main piercer since you defiantly had a good talent with the needle. You had all your tattoos done by Jungkook and he had all his piercings done by you, you two trust each other like that. Oh, and also, you two fuck. )

It wasn't long until you found yourself on your bed again, legs wide open as his head is in between your thighs. You weren't a big squirting girl, however Jungkook goes insane with that mouth and 2 fingers motion. His mouth sucking on your pink pearly clit as 2 of his tattooed fingers slide in and out of your tight hole had your thighs shaking, your liquid slicking down his fingers and chin.

"Fuck Koo ~ so fucking good yes, don't stop I'm going to cum all over your pretty face." your moans were like angels singing in his ears.

He was eating you out like he hasn't ate anything in ages, your pussy had so much impact on that man it's insane. Your pussy wasn't the only thing he was obsessed with, you in general. The way he's eating your pussy is the way he wants to eat you whole. His fingers slam into you hard and fast, they start to hit this sweet spot inside of you making you let out this moan you never even heard yourself let out.

"You gonna squirt on my face and fingers baby? Go ahead, make a mess on my face." his words were so sexy, and he really wanted you to squirt all over his face. He never had a girl squirt before, he wanted you to be the first and only.

It wasn't long until you found yourself screaming and pulling on his hair, his tongue deep inside your gummy like walls, thighs wrapped around his head as you push his nose closer to rub on your clit for that push to your climax.

You squirted all over his face just like he wanted you to. The slurping sounds that were coming from him drove you insane. He wants you so bad he's going as far as drinking up every liquid you release.

Before Jungkook can say anything, you hop on his lap, so his semi hard member is rubbing against your upper inner thigh.

"Let me ride it until I cream." is all you say before sinking down on his long thick length.

You raise your hips up and down his cock both you and him let out sounds of pure pleasure. Jungkook looks down at the base of his cock and rams upward into you a bit as he can see a ring of your cream around him. Before you can say anything about how good you're making him feel, you start to move up and down on his cock like you were at a rodeo.

" 's feels so fucking good. No one makes this pussy as messy as your cock does." moaning out loud with no care in the world you were.

His tattooed hands reach for your ass, squeezing them as you got on your tippy toes and started going back and forth on his member. Your ass makes contact with his thighs as you eagerly hop up and down and side by side. The energy you got when he was inside you was unmatched, not even energy drinks can have that impact on you.

"Fucking hell, yeah ride it just like that baby" his whimpers and moans send vibrations straight to your clit that was rubbing up and down on his lower abdomen.

His tip was going insane inside of you, unforgivingly abusing your g spot so good you feel like you're about to let out the loudest scream known to mankind. Your boobs were also so huge and squishy you weren't surprised when Jungkook started to grope them like stress balls. He played with your tits and that didn't faze the speed of your riding until that little shit decided to wrap his lips around your pierced nipples, humming on the piercing bars so they can vibrate while his lips sucked around them.

" 'm going to cum Jungkook I'm going to cum!" that was always his favorite line that would come out of your mouth.

The way your gummy like walls squeeze around his quivering member told him everything he needed to know. Jungkook quickly started to thrust up inside of you, making sure that your tight walls feel every vein and ridge of his cock going up and down them. The pleasure was too much that your body goes kind of limp, your hands going to grip on his shoulders as he fucks up into you like you're his last fuck.

"Cum all over this cock baby, I'll fill you up with my kids' baby hm? You'll like that won't you?" his cocky taunting voice did nothing but help bring yourself to your climax. You chanted little "yeses" as you creamed all around his cock, His head tilted back as he shot his cum deep inside your womb.

Both yours and his climaxes got so intense not one word was spoken for a good 3 minutes. You lay on his body, your body slightly jerking up and down as his chest moves from his deep breaths.

While you were drifting to sleep on his body, Jungkook kept thinking about his future. He saw a new big, nice house he'd buy from his tattoo shop that is so famous at the moment, he saw a mini-Jeon coloring in his tattoos as he tries to take a nap after a long day at work. He saw a woman, at first, he thought it was his mother but no, it was you. You were a part of his future; you were smiling happily at the sight of your son and your husband cuddling together. You would come home early from piercing shifts at the shop to surprise your son from daycare, then take him out early so he can go see daddy at work. He smiled at the visions he had and opened his eyes to you staring at him with tired eyes.

"What were you thinking about? Come on tell me tell me tell me!" you pinch his cheeks, fully aware how annoying you were being.

"Thinking of you, of us. I'm going to marry you, you know? We're going to have a son together and a beautiful big house." he looks at how you smile at his words, making him smile as well. "We're going to be in the deepest of love, I promise."

"Well, Jungkook, first you should ask me on a date. Maybe we'll move in together, expand the shop, then we can get married, and you can get me pregnant if you haven't already. Sounds fun honestly."

the more that you think about it, the more you want it to happen.

"Looks like we'll have to get rid of this gun then. Since you know, can't be safe around our future son." he chuckles out as he holds you close, pointing at your nightstand where the gun was at.

"Of course, Why would I need a gun for protection if I'm going to have you in my life forever?"

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an: hii guys omg I worked hard on this fic don't let it flop lmao. I hope you guys enjoy this and YES this is inspired by the song "gun" by Doja cat pls the song is so so good make sure to listen to it !! Like and follow if u feel like it 🤍🎀

- belle 🌸

[yesimwriting]

in ur bestfriend!felix series do you think farleigh cares for the reader even if it’s just a little bit? like we all know how he can be (#1 shit stirrer) but it really got me thinking!! i don’t think he cared much when she first started hanging out with felix he was probably like ‘whatever just another one of his charity cases’ but would that change later on when he sees how felix really does care for her and she’s not going anywhere anytime soon or ever possibly sorry for the long rant!! i was rereading and the one u wrote were he refused to let her get high because of felix made me think 😭🫶

a/n omg me and @ker0senebunny were just discussing their dynamic potential

farleigh and reader have such potential for an oddly endearing frenemy arch,, they definitely still bully each other, but they bond over gossiping and (lightly, at least in reader's case) judging others, especially after farleigh finally realizies that reader isn't another one of felix's phases

also can def see them growing a smidge protective of each other?? like if farleigh makes a mean joke about reader they laugh,, but if someone else makes it they both kind of side eye each other 😭

anyways here’s a drabble that also briefly features slightly flustered felix and socially unsure ollie

"Here." Farleigh's standing in front of your spot on the couch, arm stretched forward lazily. You blink, eyeing what looks like a joint skeptically.

Farleigh isn't quite looking at you as he continues to hold out his offering, but he isn't moving away. You extend a hand, taking it from him cautiously. Smoking tonight wasn't really a goal, but you're not exactly feeling against it.

You sit up a little straighter, mentally debating if his attempt at socializing with you is a result of the small scale setting of tonight's plans or if he's just that high. Maybe it's both. "Thought I was on weed probation."

He sighs. "Do you want it or not?"

You tilt your chin up to frown at him, "Moody."

Farleigh's eyes finally meet yours. His scleras are tinged pink, making his gaze seem far off and slightly irritated. You bring the joint to your lips out of the instinctual desire to seem amicable. Farleigh's far from your best friend, but recently, there's been an undertone of understanding in your catty comments. More like Farleigh laughing with you than at you.

He steps past your legs before sitting next to you. Not the weirdest thing that's ever happened to you, but still, strange. Normally, on more low key nights like this, when it's just some of Felix's closer friends hanging around in an off campus apartment instead of a full fledged rager, Farleigh's close to the center of the action. Maybe he's more bothered by Oliver's presence than you thought.

After a beat of silence, Farleigh explains flatly, "It's different tonight." You're not sure you're following, but there's a good chance that Farleigh's high enough for it not to matter. "You're not drunk and tonight's...calmer, there's nothing for Felix to worry himself sick over."

You roll your eyes. "Felix doesn't get worried sick over me." You take another hit of the joint, pretending the gesture doesn't feel performative. "And either way, it's not his issue."

Farleigh scoffs. "Please."

"Please what?"

He leans forward, propping his head up on one elbow. "Sometimes you seem so smart, it's nice to know that in some ways you're still like a little kid."

Not the worst backhanded compliment he's ever hit you with. "Mhm."

Farleigh lets himself slump against the couch before extending a hand in your direction. A silent request. You hand him back the joint. "Oh, you're cold? Take my jacket. You're thirsty? I've already gotten you a water. You're tired? Give me a minute to say goodbye to some friends and then I'll tuck you in, lovie."

The general teasing is easy to dismiss until he tacks on Felix's favorite nickname for you. It doesn't feel right to hear it in a negative context. "Leave him alone. Felix is my friend and he's nice." You tap your fingers against your knee, body feeling much too relaxed for the annoyance that wants to break through. "It's not weird or anything."

Farleigh takes his time letting more smoke fill his lungs. "Defensive." You roll your eyes. "Look around, every girl here wishes Felix was that friendly with them." His sentence is a hint too loud for you to be comfortable. The last thing you need is for some girl to take it the wrong way and blame you for it. "His new lapdog probably feels the same."

It takes you a second longer than it should to get the reference. You're not exactly close with Oliver. He's new, and Felix really enjoys his company, but you've yet to bond with him. Something in you just hasn't been able to get there yet. Sometimes you'll see what Felix sees in him, but that isn't the same as feeling close to him. You want to like him, though, so you're sure it's only a matter of time before you click over something. Felix and you spend too much time together for it not to work out between you and Oliver eventually.

"That's mean." You turn to better face Farleigh, your shoulder sinking against the seat's cushioning at an uncomfortable angle. "Like really mean."

Part of the defense is instinctual. You're not one to make fun of people behind their backs just to act like you're friends in front of them. But it's also more than that. Felix wouldn't let anyone talk about you like that, and without him or Oliver there to fight against Farleigh's snark, it feels wrong to let that kind of thing go.

"Fine. Better analogy. Sometimes the way Oliver looks at Felix feels like he wants to be his escort, or something."

You understand what Farleigh's getting at almost immediately. There's this urge to please quality about Oliver that you can't judge him for. People want Felix to like them. People want Felix to love them. It's not a draw you'd ever fault anyone for falling for. But something about the concept of an 'escort' in this context makes you want to laugh. You bite your tongue.

Farleigh holds out the joint again. You take it back instinctually, taking a quick hit to avoid having to say anything right away. "Yeah, but isn't that everyone with Felix?"

You're not sure what the goal of your response is. A poor attempt at changing the subject and steering the conversation away from making fun of someone with no one there to defend them without alienating Farleigh entirely. It's a joke, and not a very good one, but with the way you and Farleigh start cracking up, no one would ever be able to tell.

"We're..." You try through a fit of giggles, "We're awful."

"No," Farleigh shakes his head once lazily, "Not awful. We're familial bonding."

You squint at him as he plucks the joint from between your fingers. "We're not related."

Farleigh brings the joint to his lips, taking a deep inhale. "No," he mumbles, "I'm just getting ahead of the inevitable."

It takes you a beat longer than it should to understand his reference. "Farleigh." He's smiling slightly, the look smug. "Felix and I are just friends. You know that."

His head falls against the back of the couch. "Does anyone ever get along with their in-laws?"

You steal the joint from him before letting your back hit the cushioning. "Shut up."

With your body angled forward, you can see the center of the living room. Felix is near the entrance to the kitchen, Oliver by his side.

When Felix's eyes land on yours, he grins. You smile back before finally bringing the joint back to your lips. By the time you're exhaling, you can see Felix nudging Oliver's shoulder.

"Here we go," Farleigh sighs, taking back the joint.

You ignore the comment in favor of tracking Felix's path across the room. The world parts for him, as always.

"Hi." You beam, stretching a hand forward as soon as Felix is within reach. He grabs your hand immediately, squeezing your palm against his. "Felix, Oliver."

Oliver nods once at the acknowledgement, "Hey."

Felix tugs on your arm gently. "Lovie, where've you been?" His thumb brushes against your knuckles. "Been looking for you."

"I've been here," you admit, "I was waiting for you guys to get back with everyone's drinks and then Annabel wanted to sit...and then Farleigh."

Felix nods as if you've said is something of great importance. "Farleigh treating you okay?"

Farleigh tilts his head, halfheartedly glaring at Felix. You grin. "Yeah, we're just chatting."

"Chatting," he muses, looking between you and Farleigh. Before you can respond, Felix is moving to sit, taking up the last of the couch's remaining space. He looks up at Oliver, noting the lack of room for a fourth person. Felix squeezes our hand. "Sit with me?"

You nod, instantly understanding what he's getting at. You're sure Farleigh will hold you leaving your spot to give Oliver the opportunity to sit next to him against you, but there's not much else you can do, so you stand.

Felix is pulling you towards him before you can fully register the fact that you're standing. You frown, an attempt at a wordless scolding. He beams at you, the picture of affectionate innocence.

As soon as you're sitting on his lap, he's setting one hand on your knee and the other on your shoulder. Felix is always warm in the same way. There's a soothingness to it, a familiarity that you can always trust.

Oliver doesn't move until Felix's hand drifts away from your leg to pat the now open spot on the couch. Farleigh leans back slightly to make it easier to throw you a look that seems to say that Oliver's proving his earlier point.

You don't generally find Farleigh's snideness funny. You're not in the habit at laughing at his comments or behaving differently in hopes of winning him over. But, there's something about the solidarity of the look paired with your high. You laugh.

"What?" Felix asks, leaning forward to rest his chin against your shoulder.

You shake your head. "Nothing." A pinch of guilt nips at you. "I'm--I'm high."

"Could tell." Felix grins, dipping his head forward to press a kiss against the start of your back. "Farleigh's a terrible influence, hard to imagine what the two of you were up to before me and Ollie got here."

Maybe it's the lingering guilt, or maybe it's because Oliver's been almost completely silent since he got here and you know what it's like to be that person. You don't know what it is, but something makes you want to look over at Oliver. "Don't know, what do you think we were up to, Oliver?"

"Oh," he starts, tapping a finger against the edge of his solo cup as if something about your sudden attention startled him. "Up to no good, 'm sure."

You smile. Oliver and you may not be close, but at least he doesn't have an issue with carrying on a bit. Some of Felix's friends do. The first time Felix left you alone at one of these things, you made the mistake of making a joke in front of a girl who just stared at you.

"Little faith," you accuse with a shake of your head that indicates a disappointment your smile doesn't match.

"We were talking about inevitability."

Felix turns his head to look at Farleigh, "And what's inevitable?"

Your nails press into the skin of your leg. Some instinct tells you to beat Farleigh to the punch. "Oh, our wedding, apparently."

Felix tenses. "Wh--what?"

"To Farleigh," you clarify as quickly as possible, "I promise I'm not planning on proposing any time soon, so you can relax."

His hand finds your knee again. "Right," Felix sighs through a dry laugh, "Cause I--" Felix pauses, his forehead falling to your shoulder. "Farleigh...he'll say anything when high, it's..." He scoffs.

You turn your head with no warning. Felix's head slips off your shoulder. He pouts. "So the thought of being married to me is that bad?"

"No." He stretches out the vowel sound in an attempt to buy himself some time. "I--" He leans in closer, eyes flitting away from you and towards your lap. "I didn't--not like--"

You laugh. "I'm making fun of you, Lex." His skin is still slightly flushed, a pink tinge to his cheeks that's almost masked by the low lighting. "Y'can relax."

Felix's lips part in mock offense. "Lovie." He leans his head forward, hiding his face against the side of your neck.

You giggle, lifting a hand to brush your fingers through his hair. "I know, I'm mean."

"Very." He's quiet for a moment, head resting against you even though the angle can't be comfortable. "It wouldn't be bad." Felix whispers the sentence so quickly and quietly you almost feel like you've imagined them.

Before you can respond, Felix lifts his head slightly, setting his chin back on your shoulder. "Me and Ollie were talking about leaving early, watching that movie you rented." He squeezes your arm, the gesture warm. "If you want to."

"Yeah," you grin, "Sounds fun."

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taglist; @vader-is-hot @spiritofbuddha @getosangie @freyafriggafrey @ilovehyperfixating @aryiannarae @willowpains

[elsweetheart]

I might be a complete slut to think about it, but imagine dealer!ellie coming in from a night when business wasn't good, and fucking you with the strap to take out her frustration

we’re all sluts here *spoken like the cheshire cat*

all circuits are busy, goodbye

🎀 weed mentions but no smoking of it, ellie is frustrated, mentions of dealing, strap on sex lol, daddy kink, ellie gets a call and answers it during, another lana title from the song dealer how ironic, brief breeding kink ?? i hate this a lot btw

“fuck, man.” ellie sighed as she pushed the door to her dorm open — brows pinched and jaw tense, backpack already slumping down by the door in its usual spot. you sat up from her bed where you were laid down reading, dressed in just an incredibly oversized shirt that she had stolen a long time ago from joel and a pair of socks having had a shower and forgot to bring more underwear. you frowned at her glum demeanour as she harshly unzipped her jacket and threw it aside — not even caring to hang it up.

“wha’s wrong?” you asked sleepily, glancing at the clock as you placed your book aside— only to see she was home much earlier than she usually would be from one of these parties.

“waste of fuckin’ time.” she leant down slightly, lifting her black backpack off the ground just a little as she looked at you pointedly. “see how heavy that is? s’not money in there— it’s all the shit i left this room with.” she threw the bag aside, walking further into the dorm and groaning, hands clasping at the back of her neck as she tipped her head back.

“m’sorry els. bad business is the worst.” you sighed.

“and fuckin’ — then — before i’ve even sold shit, i get word that the cops were outside tryna shut the party down cos’ of noise complaints — so i had to haul ass over the fence in the backyard and get the hell out of there.” she divulges, talking expressively with her hands the same way she always did when she got super passionate. you wanted to smile at this, but didn’t wanna piss her off.

“that sucks.” you pout sympathetically, not wanting to take any of the limelight as you knew she’d probably feel better once she vented.

“i blew off that other party for this one thinking those rich kids would empty their pockets but no— man, i should have hit the other one.” her voice raised a little in frustration, eyes scrunching up in stress.

“s’okay, ellie. there’s always next time.” you reassured and for the first time she actually stopped to take you in for a moment. your bare legs hung off the bed, her tshirt barely covering the necessities. you opened your arms to her and she stepped forward— angry frown still etched onto her face before she let you hug her. the hug lasted about two seconds, before she took your face in her grip and kissed you. you let out a soft moan, her usual kisses long forgotten and to be replaced with a rougher version of her — someone a little frustrated and still very much in love. she kissed you until she was a little out of breath and you could feel your arousal dampening your folds.

she pushed into you with her kiss, making you lean back until you were laying down. your hand tugged the tshirt between your legs to cover your indecency, your hips still on full display, shirt having ridden up. ellie pulled back, standing back up and gazed at you, eyes dropping to the way you covered yourself modestly. she pushed your hand away without a word, panting from the makeout session and the t-shirt dropped from your hand and landed just below your belly button, your bare pussy left on full display. your legs were a little spread from the position she’d laid you in, and you were embarrassed to feel her eyes on your wet heat.

you were sitting up on your elbows, waiting for her next move as you stared up at her with wide doe eyes as if requiring instruction. she wet her lips, hands finally sliding up your thighs as she hovered over you. “need a little something from you.” she whispered, like it was your little secret.

she leant down and kissed you, giving you limited space to reply. “anything els. can do anything.” you whispered back eagerly, between kisses gazing up at her with an expression she can only describe as eager to please.

she pushed your thigh open, head bowing to look at between your legs between kisses. “yeah? gonna let me fuck you? need to fuck you baby.” her kisses sped up, barely giving herself room to speak as you felt her hands start to roam you — touching and squeezing everywhere until you were whining into her mouth.

“mhm, take it out on me.” you whimpered and she hummed in approval. she pulled away without warning and slid two hands beneath you, flipping you to lay on your front with a quiet yelp. without skipping a beat, she pulled you by your legs and slid you towards the edge of the bed til your ass was pressed to her thighs where she stood. she gave your ass a good natured slap before stepping down to get her strap, but not before she stuffed a folded pillow beneath your hips and pressed a kiss to your back. “always my good girl.”

•

you were pretty sure the base of the strap was wrecked with your pearly cum as ellie pounded you from behind, hands pressing down on your back exactly where she needed you. the arousal that had gathered at the base of the plastic attached to ellie’s harness created to a string against your ass cheek everytime she tugged you back to the tip of her cock. “fuckin’ messy pup.” she spoke through grit teeth before groaning when you clenched, creating more tension that pushed back against her own cunt through the harness. “don’t even remember what got me so fucked up.” she breathed out a chuckle as she pulled her tshirt up, so that her sports bra was on display slightly. she tucked the tshirt beneath her chin so she had a better view of you fucking against her. “shit, m’not even nearly done with you. could keep fuckin’ you like this all night. bet you’d like that, huh?” she gave your ass a light slap to prompt a reply — which you gave her in the form of a whine.

“just wanted to be helpful, daddy.” you were so fucked out you had no idea what was coming out of your mouth and you didn’t mind, you loved being in this mindset actually — so submissive that everything else just melted away. everything was ellie.

she didn’t get to respond, because her phone loudly buzzed out it’s ringtone besides you, her phone having been briefly chucked from her pocket when she was strapping up to get out the way. “you’re fucking kidding me.” she groaned quietly, and you expected her to click decline — surprised when she shoved the phone against her ear, tucking it against her shoulder as she used two hands to continue to pull you on and off her cock. you gasped into the sheets, doing your best to stay quiet.

“what, dude. make it quick.” you could tell she was trying to sound like she had enough oxygen in her lungs to resume conversation and if you weren’t so thoroughly fucked out you’d have laughed. you wondered if he could hear the sound of your ass slapping against her thighs as she sped up her thrusts.

“fuck no, i left. is that all? because i’m real fuckin’ busy right now and i’d rather — yes, okay whatever. just don’t call this phone til’ the morning, asshole.”

she’d slapped decline and tossed the phone back on the bed and you let out a relieved moan. at the sound she pulled out and rolled you over, rushing to pull your hips back to where she needed them as she leant over you to kiss you desperately. “good girl, stayed quiet.” she noted briefly and you felt the tip push against your hole again before she was sinking back in, the both of you moaning at just how easy it was. her hand slot between the two of you to grind against your clit as she readjusted. “you deserve… fuck, wanna cum inside that pretty pussy.” she whispered, almost to herself — but the idea was enough to hurtle you closer to another orgasm.

but, you pocketed the idea for now, making mental note to google breeding straps.

[jaegerisim]

Vent post y'all are gonna hate me for.

I viscerally hate how the Duffers treat most of their non white or queer characters and I hate even more viscerally, how y'all big byler blogs in your circle jerk of other 5 big byler blogs casually like to ignore many red flags the show has.

Y'all like to say: "tHe DufFeRs ArE gReAt WrIteRs" and it's like girl, who are you lying to??? They aren't top shit writers at all. The Duffers are pretty mid imo. Yeah, they run a good show that's fun to watch and theorize abt , but that doesn't mean they're good writers cuz they're not.

1. they completely side lined Will during s3 for the sake of their straight romances: lumax, jancy, mlvn, duzie and partly stobin (even if stobin wasn't endgame, thankfully, Steve's intentions were clearly wanting to date Robin and they gave it a lot of screen time). Will was sidelined bc he didn't fit the straight romance plotline bc they planned to make him gay or whatever. Now in s4 Will and his feelings have been used as mlvn toilet paper. Yes, we like to say this is build up for byler but canonically, Will's feelings have been used to clean the shit mlvn leaves behind.

2. Billy was sympathized a lot during the last 2 seasons. They gave him the sad backstoryTM in order for ppl to feel sorry for him. Billy's backstory is literally Jonathan's but whatever.

3. El's anger issues are constantly girlboss-ified. They down play her bullying situation and literally just use it for El to be a ''girlboss" without realizing how triggering that is. As someone who has lived bullying, seeing it be ignored by canon and fanon is super sad. The whole Rink-O' Mania experience must have been so traumatizing for her yet, everyone absolutely forgets abt it 🤷🏻‍♀️

4. Robin, Erica and Argyle are stereotypical characters. Robin is the quirky lesbian with social anxiety, Erica is the badass black woman and Argyle is the Latino stoner that sells weed to white kids and works as a pizza delivery guy.

5. Altho Argyle and Eddie both do drugs, (Eddie actually sells K-12 to a minor and nobody batted an eye. He has a huge fan base). Eddie is held in a pedestal bc "poor thing 🥺 he lives in a trailer with his uncle 🥺". Tell me a single fact you know abt Argyle that isn't "he smokes weed", "he is Jonathan's only friend", "drives a van" and "he works at a pizzeria". Exactly, Eddie is given a useless backstory and Argyle isn't.

6. Dustin stopped being important to the plot sometime around s2 and s3. He is only there to curse and be mildly funny. My guy needs to hangout with ppl his age cuz he only hangs out with seniors.

7. El needs to stop having so much "I'M THAT BITCH" screentime like I need in s5 for El's arc to not just be her becoming more powerful and falling in love with Mike. I need the Duffers to explore her trauma and problems.

8. Angela should have been run over by the van.

9. Patrick should have been given a backstory that isn't the basic "strict black parents that hit their kids cuz they are a disgrace". Patrick's backstory is actually racist af, fight w the wall.

10. As Lex already said, they didn't trigger tag the ep where Jason and his friends assault Lucas and Erica. Like wtf? Why was that necessary? Why did I have to see a black boy being held at gunpoint by some white guy?? Was it relevant to the plot?? I don't think so. And then I've got to see ppl online be like "Jason wasn't that bad. He was just mourning" like bitch you can stfu. This is what happens when you make the racist assholes conventionally attractive.

Also the fact that Lucas's arc is fulfilled by him fist-fighting Jason and "embracing his weirdness" aka accepting he is black. His arc was not fulfilled at all cuz that ending spoke so loud to me. It showed how little empathy ppl have towards the struggles poc ppl living in the Midwest have. Y'all circle jerks can only see racism when it's super obvious.

Furthermore, parents complained when ST showed "an excessive amount of smoking" yet nobody batted an eye when Billy tried to run over Lucas, when Erica (an 11 y.o ffs) was chased by white kids or when Lucas was held at gunpoint by Jason.

All of this happened while they focused on Max's guilt and mourning that, yeah, are important but certainly not less important than racism!!!

11. In s3, they gave us that whole Nancy vs The Bigots arc that was honestly just triggering and useless. It didn't help Nancy's character at all, quite the opposite it put unnecessary angst.

12. Lonnie being presented as an abuser just for him to never be spoken of again. Can we please get to explore the trauma he left the Byers's with?

13. The fact that both queer relationships are considered "sloppy seconds" is extremely sad. Both Vickie and Mike are rebounding from their failed relationship with Robin and Will. These 2 ships have caused more commotion than Jancy and Jopper together! (These last ships are technically sloppy seconds too but everybody forgets that. Shocker!!)

14. Last but not least, ppl blame Argyle for being the one to get Jonathan into smoking weed as if Jonathan probably wasn't the one looking for it. Let me tell you, that you only find weed if you look for it.

[psychwxrdd]

Hey girly! Could you please do one where you are jjs little sister and you lift your arms to reach for something or smth like that and JJ sees the bruises on your stomach from your dad but JJ didn’t know that he was hitting you as well?

hey my love, sure i do!! i love your requests it always gives me inspiration 😭 i'll do all of them!

you know where to find me, and i know where to look

summary: jj will always be there for you.

warnings: mentions of abusive father, violence

You were about to grab a snack in the kitchen, when JJ showed up with John B.

"How y'a doin? John B's gotta pee, we're not staying"

John B stared at him with a blank expression and went running towards the bathroom. JJ was smirking.

"I'm fine. Y'all want something to eat?"

"Share some pringles with us" He stood his hand, but when you were about to give it to him, you remembered you weren't wearing long sleeves. So you frozed a bit, using your left arm instead.

"What was that?" He giggled. You lowered your eyes.

"My right arm is aching, i'm trying not to make any effort" You lied terribly, but if you were lucky, JJ had smoke weed enough in that morning to let it pass.

"Yeah?" He furrowed one eyebrow. "Let me see it" You sighed.

"Take the pringles"

"Y/n, c'mmon, show me your arm. Are you depressed?"

"No!" You said in a exasperated tone.

"Then just show me, there's nothing to hide"

You couldn't bring yourself to stare at him. It was embarassing, you felt horrible, ashamed. You knew you could cry at any moment if you kept the conversation going.

"Whats goin' on?" He asked in a softer tone.

"You know how dad is"

JJ couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe his ears. He surely knew his dad was a coward, but this was something else. You were so much younger and weaker, of course you wouldn't stand for yourself.

"No fucking way..." he came closer to you, grabbing your arm softly. His heart sank when he saw the terrible bruises in your skin. "Y/n..."

He hugged you, before you could say anything. Needless to say that tears immediately fell from your eyes.

"That fucking piece of shit. God i can't believe it"

"It's ok Jay"

"It's not. You shouldn't think that this is ok, never, he's not allowed to treat you like an animal just because he's our dad"

"He does it to you as well, he's just like this"

"I can face him, can fucking kill him if i need to. You never done anything to deserve this, kid."

He looked at you with a concerned, but angry, look. He obviously wasn't mad at you, but he was mas at his father and the fact you didn't told this. At himself for not knowing this.

"Is everything ok?" John B asked, worried as he realized you were crying.

"She'll come with us, can't let her stay here" JJ replied. John B stared at you in disbelief.

"You fine sweetie?"

"I'll be, eventually"

You hang out with them the whole evening, completely forgetting about anything that happened with your father. JJ, John B and Pope always making you laugh, and Kie and Sarah were like older sisters you never had. They were a true family to you, and mostly, JJ was the best brother you could ever ask for. He was a troubled boy, but also had the purest, biggest heart you ever known in a person. No golden in Outer Banks could compare to his soul.

He wasn't one to show affection often through words, but he had his own ways to show you he would always be there for you, no matter what. It was you two against the world.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Aita for lying to my parents about quitting pot?

So weed is legal where we live, and I (22f) started smoking it when I hit legal age. I have suffered from chronic pain for pretty much as long as I can remember (insert joke about weed worsening memory) and though it typically ranges from mild to moderate, with exertion it can get severe. I couldn't do sports as a kid, field trips and some gym classes and even intense play would often end up with me unable to go to school the next day and still feeling worse for wear for up to a month afterwards. I've been to multiple doctors and had all sorts of tests done, as much as possible being not exactly wealthy, just to find nothing. I've tried hard to manage it in various ways; mindfullness and meditation, hot water bottles and heating pads, even essential oils and herbal concoctions, and of course over the counter painkillers. I've found these things to mostly only really help when the pain is low moderate to mild. As time has gone on it seems to be getting worse, but that might just be because kids are more resilient. I missed out on mostly everything that wasn't necessary in highschool because it was too taxing, even hanging out with friends. Now I've been living on my own since I turned 18, mostly with money that my parents put aside for me for the first few years, and finishing my schooling from home. But that money is now running out, so I have to work. Thing is, work that I can do from home has been near hard to find, at least anything long term. So I'm stuck doing the kind of jobs that exacerbate my pain, I'm in worse pain more often. But I've still been seeing doctors and they still say there's nothing and my doctor won't even consider prescribing me anything until it gets way, way worse. I'm also aware that anything I could get prescribed would be above my means anyway, and my parents wouldn't pay for it. So that's around when I started smoking weed. I did research and talked to my parents beforehand about it and explained why, and my mom (43f) didn't care, while my dad (45m) made me agree to only use it once in a while when my pain gets severe, only buy it with money I earned and never go out in public stoned. And for a while, I did everything like I agreed to. Don't get me wrong, the weed doesn't make the chronic pain go away, but it helps keep it manageable. I can actually work 2 days in a row. But now I smoke daily, sometimes even when my pain is moderate. My dad found out about this and demanded I completely quit or else he'll disown me. So I promised I would, and have been pretending that I have.

What are these acronyms?

[eth3real-ess3nce]

My Astro Observations (part 5)

🤲 Gemini placements just love doing activities with their hands. Some have told me that they like smoking just because they got something to do with their hands!!! As a gemini moon, my favourite chore is washing the dishes. guess why.. I got 5284 things to do with my hands. Lol!

🎁 People with Cancer placements are great at remembering anniversaries, birthdays and giving gifts. These are the type of people who plan on your birthday present one month early. Taking the time to consider what to buy for their loved ones is very enjoyable for them. They just want you to feel special and loved, at all costs.

•Another thing I noticed about Cancer energy, is how much they love vintage stuff. Everything that sparks nostalgia to them, they will hold dear to their hearts. Grandma's pot with flower design on them? They'll keep it. Radio that looks half century old? They'll keep it.

🌛 I have never met anyone who had their Moon in a water sign (cancer, scorpio, pisces) and wasn't strikingly beautiful. You guys are stunners!!!

👑 It is said that individuals with their Ascendant in Leo were royalty in a past life. If you're wondering why they are so 'boujee' , this is it, haha. Seeking for the finest things in life & taking extra care of themselves is what they're supposed to do.

🦵 If your personal planets fall in Sagittarius or 9th house, you probably have prominent legs and/or hips. They're either simply noticeable, stronger, or even your most attractive body part.

🍃 Taurus, Leo, Aquarius and Pisces placements are more likely to smoke weed habitually than other placements.

🥀 When Black Moon Lilith touches the IC (4th house) , moon and/or midheaven, it can indicate that the individual's earlier life experiences made them slow to enter adulthood. They are usually late bloomers and it was harder for them to adjust as adults. Many of them feel like their lives truly begin when they hit late adolescence and that they have to "re-parent' themselves in order to figure everything out on their own.

⚔️ When Venus in Aries loves you, they will push you to do better. It's their love language. They fall in love with your potential. These people want to see you win and watch as you conquer your territory in life.

🐏 Moon in Aries might indicate that someone is an only child or the middle child in the family.

👊 People with negative Mars-Moon/Pluto-Moon/Mercury-Moon aspects might had a mother who lost her patience easily , or who lived for conflicts. Many of them even subconsciously experience anxiety and nervousness whenever they're around their mothers because their body has learnt to prepare for defense against fights. You might feel that your mom is your very own energy vampire :(

🧑‍🤝‍🧑 11th house/Uranus dominant people possibly grew up with negative role models , hanging out with friend groups that were toxic, etc. They overall felt like they never had a good role model to look up to and that they have to embody the good example themselves for others to lead. Hence why they never sensed that they don't fit in. This could describe you perfectly if your Saturn is in your 11th.

🖤 If your natal Pluto is in your 5th house, you will have to work on releasing your resentment towards your past lovers, in order to finally get out of the neverending cycle of attracting unwanted relationships & attention. Pent up anger towards lovers who did them wrong is very common with having this placement.

✨ Multiple squares in a natal chart can indicate heightened intuition, psychic abilities, high sensitivity to surroundings.

💗 Your first chilhood love / puppy love / celebrity crush, probably has personal planets conjunct your IC (4th house) or personal planets in the sign you have in your 4th house. My 4th house is in Libra and my first celebrity crushes were Justin Bieber (moon in Libra) and Nick Jonas (Venus in Libra). I don't want to talk about it

👁️ The way Moon in Capricorn eyes look, look exactly like their fathers'. (not the features but rather their look, the stare)

🪐 Another thing I noticed about Moon in Capricorn is that they take permanence very seriously. For example, they might fear getting a tattoo (or take too long to take the decision) because they know that it's going to stay on them forever and it's driving them a bit crazy. Saturn always forces them to be aware of long-term decisions because of that. This is also the reason why loss and grief are the most challenging emotions/state of being for them. They're permanent, deeply influential and irreversible.

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Adam x reader (fluff)

Warnings for: mention of substance use, casual misogyny, alcohol

A/n requests are open, check my pinned post for details :^)

You sat on the sofa, taking a large gulp of your drink. You always looked forward to Adam's parties, he and Charlie had been your best friends for about a year, and it was nice to spend time with the two of them. In the past, Adam's parties had become something of a free for all. At first he was okay with it, not quite coherent enough to care about the holes being punched in his walls, the stench of pcp emanating from his bathroom, or the broken glass on his carpet. But as he'd started to get his shit together and grow up a bit, he was less fond of his apartment becoming a hive of crime and wanton desire. One of the perks of your friendship was that you were pretty good at defusing situations before they happened, and you didn't really care if people liked you or not, so you weren't afraid to be bad cop and kick people out on Adam's behalf if they got too out of hand.

Adam joined you on the sofa, a glass of bourbon in his hand. This night was like any other, you scanned the room keeping an eye out for trouble, while Adam rolled you a cigarette.

"I see you found my bourbon then," he said, nodding towards the drink you'd helped yourself to.

"Well you didn't expect me to spend the whole night drinking cheap beer did you?" You replied smugly.

Adam laughed and shook his head.

"You're an asshole you know that? This was expensive" he feigned annoyance with you

"Tastes expensive too" you teased, swirling your drink in your hand.

You sat in comfortable silence for a bit, letting the laid back beats of wu-tang punctuate the lack of dialogue, when something caught your attention.

"Dude," you called toward a shaggy haired party goer stood in the corner of the room, smoking on something that definitely wasn't weed or a cigarette.

"Take that shit to the alley, it fucking stinks"

"Hey whatever man," he mumbled before slinking out the apartment door.

"Thanks" Adam said, shooting you a wink.

Just then, Charlie's familiar frame entered the room and made it's way over to the two of you.

"Me and the others are gonna head over to the other side of town soon, apparently one of the frat houses is throwing a rager. You guys gonna come?" He inquired.

"Man I'm too tired for that shit" Adam groaned, throwing his head back.

"I can't think of anything worse. I'd just end up dodging a bunch of frat guys asking 'is it true what they say about girls with piercings' all night" you said.

"Suit yourselves," Charlie said, before turning to the rest of the crowd, "guys come on, I don't wanna miss this party".

Gradually, the guests trickled out of the small apartment, leaving just you and Adam.

"Shit, I better call an uber, there's no way I'm walking in the state that I'm in" you said, pulling out your phone

"Aw did someone over do it?" Adam poked fun at you.

"Behave. Hang on, what the fuck? It says I'm banned?" You exclaimed, looking at the uber app.

"Lemme see," Adam said taking your phone, "ohohoh shit, you HAVE been banned" he sneered.

"I don't even know how that could've happened, I haven't used uber in ages. I mean, apart from that time I let you..." your voice trailed off as you put two and two together, looking up to see Adam's face painted with a guilty smile.

"Adam did you spill your guts all over an uber booked in my name by any chance?" You asked, with a put on polite tone.

He just shrugged.

"You asshole!" You cried out, lifting up one of the couch cushions and hitting him with it.

"I'm sorry! Look dude, you can just stay here tonight. I'll help you get your account back in the morning" he said, offering an olive branch in hopes that you hadn't seen how hard he was trying not to laugh at the situation.

"Fine. And I think I'll take that refill you were about to offer me" you responded, smugly handing your empty glass to him.

"Whatever your highness wants" he joked before dissapearing to the kitchen.

The pair of you sat idly on the sofa, smoking and arguing over which song to play next for a little while, until the conversation turned to your personal lives.

"Where's whats-her-face tonight anyways?" You asked Adam, referring to his latest friend with benefits.

"Oh Stacey?" He took a sip "long gone. I'm done with that"

"Are you serious man? Her tits were like the size of my head, how in the fuck have you upgraded from that?" You laughed.

Adam found himself chuckling with you, before responding.

"Nah, I mean I'm done with hookups. For now, at least. Like, don't get me wrong she was really fucking hot, but I don't know, I always just felt miserable afterwards" he dipped his head down slightly, cringing at himself for letting himself get slightly too real.

"No fucking way, I never thought I'd hear you say that" you teased, feeling ever so slightly proud of him. "How's abstinence treating you then?"

"You should know, miss I don't do hookups" he said.

It was true, as a rule, you didn't do hookups. You used to, and definitely still could if you wanted to, but you just didn't see the appeal of being that intimate with a stranger anymore.

"Man it gets hard, but it'll be worth it in the long run. Not like the dating pool has me spoilt for choice though" you said, taking a drag from your cigarette.

"Preaching to the choir. Seems like people around here either want nothing but sex or they're talkin bout 'how many kids you want?' 'What are you plans for the future?' Like, hell if I know, I just wanna meet someone that makes me laugh" Adam complained, dipping his ashes.

"While it is pretty jarring to hear you complain about people only wanting sex, you put it perfectly man" you said.

"Feels kinda good to get that off my chest. Don't get me wrong or anything, like I love Charlie, but I could never talk about this shit with him" Adam rambled.

You had to admit, it was oddly reassuring hearing Adam letting his human side out. You loved the lairy attitudes of you two best friends, but it got somewhat lonely being the only girl in the trio sometimes, you didn't often get the chance to talk about real shit. You found yourself feeling slightly sorry for Adam, it seemed like he'd been wanting to be more honest about his feelings for quite some time, but never felt brave enough to do so. Following this train of thought, you found yourself saying something you wouldn't normally say.

"At the risk of sounding corny as fuck, when was the last time someone gave you a hug?"

Adam puffed out his cheeks and exhaled before answering

"Too long ago, man"

"Well bring it in, dude" you said, leaning over to him with open arms.

The two of you hugged, giggling, and both slightly embarrassed, but enjoying it nonetheless. It seemed as though the pair of you had been needing this.

When the hug ended, Adam's arm remained over your shoulder, and you remained leaning on him comfortably. It should have felt weird, being so touchy feely with your bro like this, and in a way it did feel a bit weird, but at the same time it was comfortable and you didn't ever want it to stop.

"Look at you, getting all soft on me are we?" Adam teased.

"Watch yourself" you warned playfully

"Or what?" He grinned

"Or this" you said, swiftly tickling his ribs.

Through laughs, Adam somehow managed to snake his arms around your waist and hold you in place, unable to tickle him any longer. The laughter died down and the two of you found yourselves staring at eachother, both smiling shyly.

"You always make me laugh, y/n" he said, his voice low and gentle - it wasn't the lighthearted casual way he normally spoke.

"Same with you" You replied, hearing the softness on your own voice.

Ever so slowly, as though you were afraid to startle one another, your faces edged closer and closer together, until finally, your lips met. The kiss was gentle, tame and full of affection. It should have felt unexpected, unnatural, but for some reason it just felt inevitable, as though it had been a long time coming.

You both pulled away, blushing and smiling timidly

"Wow. How long you been holding that back?" You asked, your voice barely a whisper.

Matching your volume, Adam responded "longer than I think either of us are willing to admit"

Your smile grew in size, which seemed to reassure Adam, who'd felt a little worried that he'd overestimated your feelings for him.

"So.. we make eachother laugh. I think that meets both our standards," you said, earning a small chuckle from Adam.

"Should we stop putting off the inevitable and just.. you know.. give it a go?" Adam said, feeling a bit more confident now.

"What, me and you?" You asked, wanting to hear him say it.

"Yeah, me and you" he smiled

"I'd like that" you said, before kissing him gently.

You snuggled up to him on the sofa, and when the moment passed, the two of you resumed playfully making fun of eachother for being so sickly and cutesy. There was no use denying it any longer, you really were perfect for eachother.

A/n check my pinned post to make a request! Replies and reblogs are greatly appreciated bc I'm trying to locate some Adam stans (we're a rare breed)

[runningfrom2am]

the sea around us; chapter thirteen

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

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~Rafe's POV~

"Rafe, bro, I am so god damn serious right now if that wasn't my sister I would've thrown one your way, man." Kegs says to me, lighting up a j as we stand in the parking lot of the theatre, leaning against my bike and watching the screen burn and smoke and ash fly into the sky.

"Yeah, I get that." I respond, holding my hand out for him to pass it to me.

"What's up with her now, anyways?" He asks, taking a hit before passing the joint over. I take a drag as well before answering.

"She's staying at John B's." I answer, blowing the smoke out of my lungs.

"I figured that much." Kegs chuckles. "I meant more what's happening between you guys."

"Oh, yeah, uh.." I take another hit and hand it back. "Not fully sure, man, to be honest." I lie, avoiding eye contact as I hand him his weed back. It's not completely a lie. I mean, I know in my gut that I want to be with her. She's all I've been able to think about for a while now, even before I offered her a ride home on the night of the storm, but Snowy had never looked twice at me before then, I just don't know what she wants. Or how she feels. I just know that it took everything in me to leave her standing behind the burning screen as she cried over what we did to her friends. Fuck- it makes me sick remembering how she watched me walk away, the way her long, red hair hung down in front of her, and her cute little shorts. I need to stop. I just need this high to kick in so I don't think about it anymore.

"Really? 'Cause that's not what that video of you guys making out at Kelce's made it seem like." Fuck.. Someone filmed that? I sigh, running my hand through my hair. "I don't think I need to mention what I'll do to you if you hurt her."

"Yeah, man, of course. I wouldn't do that." I mumble.

"Dude, I'm serious. You haven't had a serious girlfriend the whole time I've known you." Kegs laughs and I shrug.

"I've just never had a nice girl." I chuckle.

"Snowy is nice." Kegs says, nudging me. "Listen, I'm not trying to scare you. You know that. I just don't want her to be another chick you hit and quit. She deserves better." I know that. She deserves better than me at my best, honestly.

"I agree." I tell him. "I don't know what she's doing hanging out with those pogues anyways." I say, in attempt to change the subject.

"Yeah, I mean, she thinks they make her happy." He shrugs. "She doesn't get that in the long run, like, she won't want to live on the cut forever. She'll marry that JJ kid and stay at her three jobs until the day she dies, funding his drug addiction." I feel my teeth grinding just at the thought of that. She deserves everything. I want to give her everything. I'm being crazy- I hardly know her, yet.

"Listen, I better dip. I'll see you tomorrow?" I ask, grabbing my helmet and straddling my bike.

"Yeah, of course man." Kegs nods, handing me the j for one last hit before I leave. I take it, then pull my helmet down and start my bike. Snowy wouldn't want me to drive high. I find myself pushing those kind of thoughts out of my head more and more.

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I get home, and my dad has this great idea, more like demand, that I invite Snowy to Midsummers this weekend as my date, obviously to keep up appearances. I love that idea, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it, but I didn't want to put her out of her way, and I couldn't imagine she would want to come. Especially after she just hardly forgave me for what we didI don't have much of a choice now anyways.

I'm on my way home from the gym, and I see her old, beat up car parked outside the coffee shop she works at. Now is a better time than ever, I suppose. I park outside and sit on my bike for a minute after I take off my helmet, looking inside through the window. I don't see her, but I don't see anyone else either. It's perfect.

I take a deep breath before I get off, putting my helmet on the back and approaching the door. My hands already feel sweaty. Gross. I wipe them on my shorts and then look at my reflection in the glass, quickly making sure my hair looks okay before I open the door and walk in.

"Good morning, what can I get for you?" Snowy asks as she walks out from the back, customer service voice in full swing. She has her hair up in a ponytail that looks like it could fall out at any minute, and wearing these leggings that hug her curves perfectly. She is so pretty. She wipes her hands on her apron, since they're dripping wet. She was probably doing dishes- I feel guilty for interrupting.

"Iced Caramel Macchiato please." I say, trying to mimic her from when she ordered those for us the other day. She looks up, her face relaxing into a more genuine smile. It is so contagious.

"Oh, hey." She says, reaching down and clicking a few buttons on the register. "Just get back from the gym?"

I laugh slightly, gesturing down to my clothes. "How could you tell?"

"Just a guess." She shrugs, walking over to the espresso machine.

"So, uh, I needed to talk to you about something." I say, and she hums back in hesitant acknowledgment as I rub the back of my neck. I'm sweating like crazy- it's hot in here for it being before 8 am. "There's this thing this weekend, kind of a big deal apparently, and I was wondering if you would be okay with going with me?" I internally cringe at the way I said that. God- that probably made no sense.

"Midsummers?" She asks, pausing making the drink to look up at me. I'm getting butterflies in my stomach, just looking at her brown eyes.

"Yeah, that. My dad is getting some sort of award or something." I explain. "So? What do you think?"

"Uhm.." She pauses, clearly thinking. Great. I screwed this up with her already. Of course, I saw this coming- she should still be mad at me. "I would love to, I really would, but I don't think I'd be welcome there. Besides, I don't own anything even remotely appropriate to wear." She replies, with a nervous-sounding laugh.

"If you're my date, you'll be welcomed. Besides, my dad wants you there." I tell her, smiling despite how anxious I'm feeling.

"Ward? He specifically requested that I come?" Snowy raises her eyebrow at me, getting back to working.

"As a matter of fact he did- I can tell you don't believe me, but he loves Kegs, and he wanted me to bring someone to keep up appearances, since he's the guest of honour or whatever." I say, immediately hearing how bad that sounded. "Not like- fuck, that sounded bad. Not like I don't want you there." I laugh nervously. "I do want you there, and so does my dad. There. That's what I meant to say." This is humiliating. I'm waiting for her to laugh in my face- even though I know she would never do that. She's too kind.

"Okay.." She nods, placing my drink up on the counter in front of me. "I still don't have anything I could wear. I just don't want to embarrass you. I'm sorry. Maybe ask one of Sarah's friends? I'm sure they would be all over you." She jokes.

"That's the easiest problem to solve." I dismiss her comment. "I've got it. Here.." I say, pulling out my wallet and digging around for the bills I'm looking for.

"Oh my god, Rafe, no. I seriously can't let you give me any money. I can borrow something from Kie, maybe. I'll sort it out. I'd love to go." Snowy says quickly, shaking her head at me. She is so cute.

"Okay fine, then this for my drink." I say, placing eight hundred's on the counter. She just looks at me, as if to say 'come on, seriously?' and that makes me laugh.

"Your drink is free." She replies, crossing her arms. "On me."

"Oh, thank you. How sweet. Then that's a tip." I grin, pointing at the cash and she rolls her eyes.

"I'll pay you back, Rafe." She sighs, picking up the money and folding it before putting it in her pocket. "Thank you." Snowy says honestly, looking back up at me.

"Don't worry about it. I really want you to come." I say as I pick up my drink. "Can I pick you up from John B's at 3 and you can get ready with Sarah? That's a thing girls do, right?" I laugh, totally unsure. I've just seen that in movies.

"Yeah, totally." Snowy laughs, leaning her elbows on the counter. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Me too." I smile, taking a sip of my drink. "This is good, I need to come while you're working more often, Juliette." I tease her, reaching down and flick her name tag.

"Oh my god, ew. If you keep calling me that I'll get you banned!" Snowy laughs, swatting my hand away.

"I gotta run, but I'll talk to you later?" I suggest and she nods.

"Of course. Thanks again, Rafe." She says as I wave and start to head for the door.

"Oh, and one condition on me paying for your dress," I say, turning as I walk back toward the door. "Send me pictures of everything you try on." I wink, seeing her roll her eyes.

"Bye, Rafe." She giggles, waving me off. I don't know when I stopped feeling nervous, but I leave feeling much better than I did when I walked in.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･

A/N; Bet y'all didn't see his POV coming lol I hope you liked it though! I tried my best but as always feedback is appreciated :) -R

taglist: @boo22sstuff @madelynie (you mentioned you liked this series so i added you but lmk if you want to be removed!!)

[ninebluehearts]

Guilt & Shame

Summary: The boys help you with the guilt and shame that comes with peer pressure.

Warnings: Angst, peer pressure, weed, std mentions.

A/n: Hey beautiful, I'm writing this to bring awareness to peer pressure. I want everyone to know that they're not alone. And that while you might of asked for something, you are allowed to change your mind. You. Are. Allowed. To. Say. No. It doesn't matter if you hurt others feelings, you need to look out for yourself. I love you guys. Please enjoy 💕

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Steven had been hunched over his desk for going on five hours that night, spiraling further into his Egyptology obsession. Even though he finally had things figured out with Marc and Jake, his old habits of staying awake continued. He said that it 'grounded him,' but that never seemed to stop you from looking out for him and making him get some sleep.

Tonight was different though. You told him that you were going to help your sister work on repairing an old building so she and her husband could open their own restaurant. 'It's gonna be awhile before they open, but it's coming along nicely.' You had told him.

So when he saw your name pop up on his phone at 5:30 in the morning, he was quite confused. "Love? What are you doing awake?" Steven had asked you, trying to keep his concern at bay. He could feel both Marc and Jake wake up in his mind, listening in to the conversation.

"Steven.. I-I'm gonna need you to come and get me? I think? You know where to go, right?" Your speech was slightly slurred, similar to your drunk voice, but not quite. You sounded tired more than anything. But the thing that worried them was that you were talking very quietly, almost like a whisper.

"Of course, dear. What's going on?" He had asked, already slipping on his shoes and grabbing his keys from the bowl. He knew that Marc or Jake would take over as soon as you hung up, so he figured he might as well have everything ready when either of them did.

"I just- I wanted to do a stupid thing and.. Yeah, stupid shit. I just wanna go home.." You managed to mumble, a small sniffle following.

The absolute rage Steven felt when he could hear the discomfort in your tone was astounding. Chills crept up his back as all of his muscles locked up, his vision turning red. "Don't you worry darling, I'm on my way. Do you need me to stay on the phone or can I hang up?" It was amazing that he could feign such a calm tone.

Especially while mentally fighting Marc and Jake from taking over. He could feel their own rage and panic, and it wasn't making things easier for him.

"I'm gonna hang up and grab my stuff.. I'll see you soon, right?" You knew how over protective your boyfriend(s) could get, so hearing the painfully fake calmness in Steven's voice made you want to jump in the car and go as soon as he got there. "I love you."

But before he could answer, you hung up the phone. And just like he knew he would, he finally allowed Marc to take over. While Steven was already going ten miles over the speed limit, Marc went 30. He knew that he could go to Jail for reckless driving at this point, but he just had to get to you.

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When Marc pulled up to the building, he was already reaching to unbuckle his seat belt, not wasting any time. But right as he pulled open his door, you pulled open yours.

"Hey honey." You mumbled as you plopped into the passengers seat.

"What hap-" Then the smell hit him. "You smoked weed?" He was absolutely shocked. You were always one to refuse any kind of smoke, from cigarettes to weed and anything in between.

"Don't." Was all you managed to say. You still sounded upset, and the drowsiness in your voice had somehow worsened in the last ten minutes.

Without protest, Marc closed his door and rebuckled his seat belt, leaving the parking lot while going the actual speed limit. They all drove safer with you in the car. "I'm not upset about you smoking a little bit of weed, baby. I just wanna know why you're upset." He said as he gently placed his hand over yours, which was resting on your thigh.

You asked him to pull over even though you were already halfway home at this point. That's when you told him about your brother in laws brother and his girlfriend.

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You had wanted to smoke weed for awhile now, sick of being apart of the few who hadn't done it yet. So when they offered you some, you couldn't refuse. You even wanted to do it. After you burned the back of your throat, you didn't want to do it again, you had explained. But that's when it wasn't fun anymore. Because that's when the peer pressure had begun.

You always prided yourself on being able to avoid situations like these; on knowing better and being better. But when they insisted on you getting completely ruined because 'after the first time, nothing's the same' you didn't know how to refuse anymore.

You had become the most interesting thing that night and all they wanted to do was mess around with your head. They would say things like, 'you're so fucked up right now!' Or 'if you're not feeling it then you need to take another hit! Don't be a baby.' And you honestly didn't feel any different; just tired. You didn't know why they wanted to manipulate your mind so much; to frustrate you.

Then you told Marc how your brother in laws brother wanted you to take a hit from his girlfriends bowl. Now you knew that she has a body count of 150+ and you didn't know how to just say No politely. All you could say was 'Uh, do you have herpes or something?' You asked, only half joking.

And when they both got offended, you put your mouth around the tube and took a deep breath. God, you really didn't want to. You wiped it off with your sleeve first, but you didn't know if that would be enough.

After that you called Steven to come and get you. That's what you were panicking about.

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You didn't realize you were crying until you felt Marc's tense hand move up and gently wipe a tear from your cheek. "It was my fault, really. I asked for it."

"Don't." And you watched his whole demeanor change. He was tense all over, even his face seemed to be stuck in a fixed frown. You held your breath, knowing that Jake was the extremist out of the three. "You may have asked to smoke, but you didn't ask to be their plaything. And you certainly didn't ask to be put at risk for an STD."

And with that he put the car back in drive and got back on the road. "We're going home and you're going to take a shower and get some sleep. We will deal with this in the morning."

You curled up in your seat, watching as the sun started to slowly rise behind a large cornfield. Tears gently slipped across your cheeks as the guilt and shame of the situation started to eat away at your mind.

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The next morning you and Steven had a long talk over multiple cups of coffee, or tea, in his case. He hugged and kissed you, assuring you that everything was going to be okay. He helped you set up an appointment to get checked for STDs, knowing that it was your main concern. And while you knew this would all leave a sick feeling every time you thought about it, Steven, Jake, and Marc somehow made it easier.

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I know that not everyone can have their comfort characters save them from these situations, but we all deal with situations as best as we can ❤

[hellfirecvnt]

Innocence Lost Pt. 2

"You've got that medicine I need.

Pain, liquor, love,

Give it to me slowly.

Me and God, we don't get along

So now I sing."

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: corruption!kink, fingering (f), smut (minors DNI), smoking weed, oral (m&f), let me know if I missed any.

•This is part TWO, read part one here•

Your first week at Hawkins went as perfectly as possible, your favorite part is meeting Eddie. Though, you haven't seen or spoken to him since he drove you to school on your second day. Nothing bad had happened between you two, there just wasn't enough time in the day for your two opposing schedules. You, are busy with cheer practice Monday through Thursday, and him with Hellfire on Fridays. You only caught the club there that Monday because it was the first day of the new year, otherwise, you're not sure you'd have ever met him.

You're walking the hallways, the long trip from your last class and locker is a secure path in your memory. You make your walk a little longer by taking a detour past the drama room, where Eddie holds The Hellfire Club meetings. You hear their theatrics from the hallway, smiling to yourself imagining the wild stories that must be unfolding.

"Don't worry about them. That club is full of fuckin' freaks." Jason, Chrissy's usually kind-seeming boyfriend catches you off guard as he rounds a corner alone.

"I dunno, I think it sounds cool." You shyly look down as you continue your stroll.

"That's because you don't know any better. You've been homeschooled, what, your whole life?" Jason's face looks like he feels genuine concern, but all he's spitting out is assumptions and bullshit. You always prided yourself on your ability to learn about the world outside the bubble your parents tried so desperately to raise you in.

"I can handle myself, thank you, Jason." You smile politely, desperate for the awkward encounter to end.

"Look, I don't want you around Chrissy if you're going to be running around with that," he hesitates,"Cult!" Jason storms toward you, his stern words echo down the empty hall. He extends an accusatory finger in your face, standing not too close, but not far away enough for your liking.

"Jason, I don't know what you think you-" you start back at him with an angry pointer finger mirroring his, but you're interrupted.

"Jason! What a pleasure," Eddie claps his hands together once as he speaks, making sure to draw all attention to him.

"Stay the fuck away from these freaks, Y/N. It's not safe, that's all I was saying." Jason snaps one final time at you before angrily walking away. You're just barely shaking from the confrontation and anger, but ultimately you're just happy to see Eddie.

"What incredible timing," you gush. He smiles sheepishly and bows.

"What can I say? It's only a matter of time before I get jumped by the basketball team." He jokes. "Where are you off to tonight?" His tone shifted from lighthearted to curious and deep.

"Home, I guess." You fidget with the tiny golden cross that rests delicately on your chest, accidentally drawing Eddie's eyes to your chest, and he takes it upon himself to let them travel down the rest of you.

"Uh, no. You're not." Eddie smiles deviously.

"What do you mean? Even if you want to hang out tonight, I have to go home and 'go to sleep' first. My parents-" you're cut off.

"Call them and tell them you're staying with the golden girl herself, Chrissy C." His charisma makes you start to consider it.

"You don't understand my parents, Eddie." You protest.

"Fine, then I'll see you tonight? Care to add to my new collection?" He holds up the panties he kept from the other night. You blush as you imagine he'd been carrying them around in his pocket all week.

You feel like you simply cannot get home fast enough. You hit the curves of your neighborhood at dangerous speeds just trying to get home and gaslight your parents into being tired enough to go to bed at 8 PM. It takes a bit of church-learned manipulation, but you send your parents off to bed by 8:40 PM.

Upstairs, you change into your secret clothes. Your band t-shirts and ripped jeans. One of your dad's good church belts holding up the denim that you stole from the mall a year ago. They're the wrong size, of course. Comfortable in your chosen clothes and more excited than you should be, you look out the window and wait for Eddie.

You hear his van park in the distance, the sound faint enough to miss. Eddie emerges from the shrubs and his smile illuminates in the moonlight.

"Hey." He smirks.

"Hi." You silently mouth back before heading downstairs and slipping out the door. Eddie notices your outfit. It's different from the short cheer skirt and the modest church clothes.

"And yet, another costume change. Impressive." He teases.

"Do you like them? I got them forever ago and I've never been able to wear them outside my room for a few minutes at a time." You laugh.

"I do. They look like you picked them out instead of being told to wear them." He comments casually, though it makes your stomach tie in knots.

"Where to this time?" You ask innocently.

"I don't think you really care." He side eyes you, looking straight ahead as he smirks.

"What do you mean?"

"I think all you care about," you both approach his van and he swiftly pins you against it. "Is what I'm gonna do to you while we're there." He wasn't wrong. Of course he wasn't wrong. He knew exactly what he was doing and he was doing it well.

"I've been thinking about you every night, all week." You blurt out in a hazed whisper. Your confession sends lightning though Eddie's body, listening to a good church girl plagued with thoughts of him making her cum.

"I'm gonna give you a little more to think about." He slings the large back door of the van open and playfully shoves you inside. You're immediately met with the smell of weed. "I was gonna take you back to my place, but I don't know if this can wait."

He climbs into the van and pulls you into his lap so you're straddling him. Desperate hands scour your body when he pulls you in for a rough, needy kiss. It's apparent in his actions that he thought about you all week too. There's less reservation in his groping this time around, as if he can't contain himself now that he's already been so close.

His passion is contagious and it gives you a burst of confidence. You shove him back, hard against the side of the van he's propped against. He closes his eyes in shock, but opens them with an angry expression. He focuses back on you and nearly loses his mind.

You're slowly sliding down his torso to his belt, ass high and back arched as you lower. You wrap a gentle hand around his buckle and he grabs your hand to stop you.

"Y/N, don't start anything you aren't ready to finish." He says in a half-serious tone. You take a second to think about it, staring pleadingly into Eddie's dark eyes. You keep eye contact as you unfasten his belt and pants, exposing his throbbing erection. You don't know much about sex, but a very interesting article from a Playboy magazine you've hidden told you everything you need to know about giving head.

Without hesitation, you take his entirety down your throat. You catch yourself as you gag and choke, but eventually, find a rhythm that makes him emit the sexiest sounds you've ever heard.

"There's no way this is your first time doing this," he huffed as he runs a hand through his messy curls. You quicken your pace, shutting him up and causing him to buck his hips beneath you. Your neck is painfully tired, but the soft sounds of his moans are all the motivation you need. He grips your hair as guides your head as he tosses an arm over his face, burying his eyes in the crook of his elbow.

Eddie's guiding hand forces you to go faster. His breathing quickens and his soft moans raise in volume and quantity. He's nearly whining until he bucks his hips a final time and releases a wave of warmth down your throat. His arm obscuring his vision slowly slides down his face as he watches you swallow and wipe the side of your mouth like a well fucked whore.

"Oh, God." He groans before gracefully switching your places, putting you on the floor in front of him. He takes almost the same stance as you, arching his back as he leans down to your belt. He makes quick work of getting you half-naked. He stares longingly at your pussy, like he missed it.

He wastes no time and quickly dives into your soaked pussy. Instantly you release a scream of intense pleasure and Eddie rises from his spot to quiet you. He grabs your underwear from your pants that he removed and shoves them in your mouth.

Once you're sufficiently gagged, he continues to torment your clit with his talented tongue. Your eyes roll back in your head as you lift and buck your hips against his face. He adds a finger, slowly entering and withdrawing as his fast tongue never stops moving.

A familiar intensity builds up in your stomach as he twists his finger and thrusts it in and out. He's careful to barely graze your g spot at first, wanting to give you a nice long memory to play with yourself to. He drags his tongue slowly from your hole to your clit, watching your face and smiling. His brilliant toothy smile shined through his hair as his tongue migrated up your wet pussy.

"You taste so fucking good," he mumbles into you. "I might never stop eating you out." And you start to believe him. He continues licking and sucking at your clit until you can barely make a sound, regardless of the gag. Then suddenly, he rotates his hand one more time and slams an intentional finger hard against your g spot.

Your back arches in what feels like inhuman angles as you let out a passionate scream. Eddie stops licking but continues to gently pump his finger in you as you ride out your high.

"I love making you feel like this. I love that I'm the only one to ever get to." He thrusts his hand a few more times before slowly sliding out. You twitch and breathe heavily as you snap back to reality. You were seeing stars, almost. You forget where you were until just now.

"I... I want more." You speak without worry of consequence.

"I know you do. I'll fuck you after I make you wait a little longer. Or a lot longer." He winks, leaving you a blushing, squirming mess. Eddie relaxes with you in the back of his van as you recover feeling in your legs. He tells you a little bit about Dungeons and Dragons, but you're too fuzzy-brained to grasp any of it.

Once you're able to stand without wobbling, Eddie walks you back to your house. The entire trip back, you find yourself unable to look at him after cumming as hard as you did. He notices and decides to tease you.

"You're acting pretty shy for a girl I was just finger fucking in the back of my van." He jokes. You giggle, but blush every time you look at him. Just the sight of his face is enough to ignite flashbacks of just a few moments ago. You reach your door and Eddie leans against it before you open it.

"What is it?" You question as he stares dark beams at you in the moonlight. He doesn't reply, he just cups a hand around your cheek and kisses you with purpose. After pulling away, he smirks and wishes you a good night. You're too flustered to reply, so you just watch him disappear into the night.

In bed, he consumes all your thoughts. You'd think you would be hung up on the way he grinned as he licked your needy clit, but you just kept replaying that kiss good night in your head. Every time he comes near you his body shakes like he's fighting the urge to tear you apart, even when he's being so soft. You wonder what would happen if he ever stopped holding back. The thought alone is enough to make you cum again.

[madaboutmunson]

The Eddie Munson Tape Dates - Black Sabbath - Black Sabbath

Warnings : Fluff, swearing, guitar, tiny bit of angst, smooch, d&d

In the dimly lit room, soft purple and deep blue drapery floats around you. With your heavily stickered Gibson SG replica at your waist, you approach the microphone and adjust your already drenched aerobic headband.

'Right here we go,' you think to yourself for maybe the hundredth time today, and wipe the beads of sweat from your forehead with the back of your wrist sweatband. You imagine your look is that of a female Bruce Springsteen.

You look out at your audience and nod at them. The neatly arranged line of plush owls gives you no indication of whether they are enjoying the show or not, but you give them one anyway. You glance over in your full-length mirror, its black metal filagree style frame adorned with photo booth strips of you and Eddie. You laugh at your reflection. Yep, sure, a total Springsteen if he went out on stage and wore my little pony pyjama shorts and an old cut-up white t-shirt.

You grab your smoke from the pearlescent abalone ashtray and put it in the corner of your mouth, turning the music back to the first page of tabs.

The handwriting on the pages was mainly your scribbled notes that you hurriedly jotted down when observing Eddie play his guitar and teaching you little tips and tricks on playing faster but not messily.

You flick back to the start of the book for a moment to read the inscription in red pen, "My Lady in shining armour, may this book start your (only permitted) love affair with music. Take a breath for your mistakes. You got this. See you on the other side for a jam session. Yours forever, Eddie."

A humongous, almost aching grin erupts on your face, and the joint nearly drops from your lips. You just manage to catch it before it plummets to the night sky rug on the floor.

'Forever', you wondered, really could it be? Could he mean that? It wasn't like him to be misleading with words, but he was prone to theatrics. What did that mean anyway? Did it mean it could be like this always? That would be bliss, but there were things to come you weren't sure about. College, touring, work, marriage, a family. You didn't know how much of that you wanted, let alone how much of that Eddie wanted.

'Just enjoy where you are.' your brain advises and draws your eyes to the heavy scar on your inner forearm, 'Any day could be your last', it adds.

You put the smoke out and hoped that furiously practising until pain seared through your forearm tendons or the weed finally hit that sweet spot, you would eventually stop being so nervous about this date.

As you, yet again, launch into a more up-tempo version of 'Burning Love by Elvis, shutting your eyes, singing as loudly as you can at the ever-surprised eyes of the owls, you recall how this all came about.

"You know what? It's gotta be Sabbath again. There are just so many tapes of theirs in here compared to the others," you said, picking up Black Sabbath by Black Sabbath out of the ever-depleting box of tapes placed in the centre of your bed.

"I know, right? It's almost like I'm a fan or something" Eddie's voice dripped with sarcasm as he looked over at you from the other side of the box.

He removed the box and leaned back against the headboard as you frantically scanned the song titles on the cassette sleeve. The sleeve hanging on by its final thread of life, some of the corners dog-eared, partially stained, torn and crumbled. This album had clearly experienced everything life could offer a cassette. You decided to leave it in the case to save you being its final demise.

"Erm, ok, so not the sleep-related ones, I guess…Evil Woman, well, that's me, so it can't be that one, "that comment earned you a tut and smirk from Eddie, "Warning? Maybe some kind of explosives-type thing? Or a demolition derby."

You looked up at Eddie to see if you were even close with your guesses. His wide-open eyes had blinked at you repeatedly, "Seriously, what have I done to you??" a smile appeared across his face, and he grabbed you in a playful headlock, ruffling up your hair.

"I'll have you know, I was always interested in those things. I just hadn't met anyone that they were worth bringing them up to, that's all," you say, pushing your way out of his grapple.

"Sure thing, babe, whatever you say" he chuckled and did that sigh and look over of you, which, depending on mood, you interpreted in two different ways. Either he couldn't believe how he got so lucky, or he couldn't believe how weird you were. You hadn't quite mastered the difference or dared to ask.

He takes the tape away from you and looks over it, "Do you want the good news or bad news first?" He asked, putting the cassette delicately in his jacket pocket that was hanging on the post of the headboard.

You take the opportunity to mimic Eddie, "Bad news first, always!" You said, grinning at him.

"Oh, lady, you are headed for trouble today," he said, trying to repress a smile of absolute mischief, "Anyway…as I was going to say. The bad news is we can't carry out this date today."

You had pouted, then scowled and thrown yourself backwards on the bed with a thud. Glaring at the ceiling like a petulant child.

"But the good news is," Eddie said, crawling over you into view, his hair hanging down, tickling the sides of your face ", when we can do this one, it's going to be so freakin' awesome, babe!" The excitement in his eyes had been visible, like brand new sparkles had appeared in them from out of nowhere, straight from the nearest neighbouring nebula.

"Do I get to know what it is, or does it have to be a surprise?" You asked, pretending to still be annoyed, folding your arms between you and Eddie, making him pout at you. He sat on your hips, giggling, trying to forcefully undo them.

"No!!! I won't have this! I won't! not on Eddie time!" He finally prised them open and threw himself onto your chest, gripping on tightly, his hair all over your face.

"Anyway…before I was rudely interrupted by this act of warfare…you can know if you want to, it's up to you," he said, muffled by being planted face down on your chest.

Gods, this guy. You had just burst out laughing at him. It was impossible to even pretend to be mad with him.

"Ok, ok, you win this time. Yes, I would like to know what it is, please," you said cheerfully and relaxed your arms.

He raised his head and wiggled his way up, making sure not to leave any gaps between your torsos in case those pesky arms got in the way again. He looked down into your eyes, "I'm amazed you still think me winning these things is a turn-based game. I will not relent until victory is mine, babe. Just deal with it!" He pulled your scarred forearm towards his face and placed a line of kisses all the way along it, "You're going to play in a D&D one-shot with the hellfire club!" He looked at you expectantly.

You launched upwards excitedly, almost butting heads, "They're ok with me playing??!! Even though I don't know much about it?" You say, squeezing Eddie's face with pure elation.

Through lips pushed together like a fish, he manages, "Yeh, they bin askin fo a whil now, bu I cou 'n squez yo in campan"

You'd planted a kiss on his face and sprung into action, pacing around the room with character ideas that were not impossible, but Eddie helped you wrangle them into something that could fit the game.

It wasn't until that evening that the reality of that event hit you full force. Hellfire club was held in the drama department, and the last time you'd been there was with your ex, Trent.

To say you were anxious about it was an understatement. What if you bumped into someone you used to know there, and they brought him up or asked after him?

As cruel as it was, you had almost forgotten all about him altogether because of Eddie.

It was probably all going to be ok. He was long gone. The department had probably moved on, right?

One of the owls in front of you raises its wings in the air in applause, and you almost jump out of your skin with fright. It's only when you catch a glimpse of the ringed hand under one of the rings you take a breath.

You quickly remember your appearance and try to rectify it as soon as possible, putting your guitar down gently, then frantically taking off sweatbands, reorganising your hair, grabbing a robe, and offering an embarrassed "Hi" and a wave.

Eddie appears from behind the owls in his usual combination of a band tee, leather jacket, denim vest, ripped jeans and sneakers. He launches himself off the bed and walks over to you, looking curiously, "Where were you just then? I called you a bunch of times. I mean, you're loud, but…"

Remembering you pull the ear plugs from your ears, "Sorry, babe," you offer with a shy smile.

Eddie nods in realisation, "Very wise. How long have you been practising for, exactly?" He asks, inspecting your recently removed headband by picking it up on your hairbrush.

"Uh, since Mama and Pop when out, they should be back soon." You say, getting some clean clothes ready, "Sorry Eddie, I lost track of time."

"Well, yeah, you sure did lose track of time, babe. Your Mom and Dad have been having a dance party downstairs to your music for at least the last half an hour," he says, flicking the headband from your hairbrush to your wicker laundry basket.

"Ah shit. Are they mad?" You ask, transferring fresh towels to your bathroom for the impending speed shower you need to have.

"Not mad at all, babe. I meant that literally. They are dancing downstairs together to your music. If I wasn't so nimble, I would have been dragged into it too," he laughs.

"Oh, ok, that's good then. I'm just gonna hop in the shower, babe. I won't be long," you say, rushing into the bathroom.

You're mid-way through scrubbing your hair when you hear, "So are you gonna tell me why you're nervous about today then? Or shall I use my super sleuth skills?" The voice is coming from the toilet, next to where you were. You poke your head around the curtain, your hair saturated with suds and swirled like soft serve ice cream on top of your head.

"Wow, this is a fashion statement" Eddie smiles back at you, sitting on top of the closed toilet seat, twiddling his rings around.

"Can you get noisier shoes, please? Christ!" You say before hurrying back under the water. You'd been making a concentrated effort to be more open and promised to try your best not to hide things. Eddie had said you couldn't both navigate a problem together if you both didn't know what it was, and this was a team effort.

"I'm worried about going back to the drama department, that's all. You know, because the last time I was there was with someone else." You were being too vague, and you knew it, "The last time I was there was with Trent", you add for clarification.

"That was really good, babe." He says, and you think you detect a bit of pride in his voice, "Honestly, it's all going to be fine, you go past it every school day, and we just go to the raised area and close it off for hellfire, we'll do the same tonight."

"You know what, you're absolutely right. So I can just focus all my nervousness on impressing all your nerd friends by rolling quick hits all night, right?" You say passionately, rinsing your hair out and reach for the towel rail. Instead, your fingers find an extreme absence of towel.

"Eddie?" You call out only to be met with stifled giggling, "Are you really going to make us late to your own game?" You pull back the shower curtain only to be immediately smothered by your towel and rapidly roughly dried until you emerge into your bedroom, in front of your mirror, dry but hair like a bird's nest.

"Thanks?" You say, trying to arrange your hair in some way that resembles a hairstyle.

"The ungratefulness is astounding. Also, its crit hits, not quick hits, babe," Eddie says, throwing clothes at you from the closet, "You know how many people's significant others would literally dry them after a shower? Hmm, do you?!" He says, pure mischief on his face.

You are so shocked by what is happening that you just start putting on the clothing he'd thrown your way, but you were pushed into a chair by your vanity as soon as you had put on Eddie's Judas priest t-shirt. In the reflection, Eddie has gathered your hair in his hands, brushing through it, telling you about his day.

"…so I said, Gareth, there is no way I am drop tuning my guitar for one set list song only. I'll either set up an alternative guitar like that, or we'll create a new set list where the tuning is all like that. Can you believe that shit?" He says, frowning at you in the mirror, still combing through your hair.

He presses play on your stereo, grabs some of the hair separating clips, and starts sectioning your hair. He places clips along his sleeve, one in his mouth and one in his hand, like a conveyor belt, as they are inserted into your hair. His brow furrowed in concentration until completion.

"And that is as much as I can remember…" He says, looking very pleased with himself, standing back and looking at you in the mirror.

You smile back. Still, a little shell shocked, "Thanks, Eddie, that's very helpful. You did an excellent job", and reach for one of the many hair product bottles on the table and hurriedly finish what Eddie started.

He lies on the bed, chin rested on his hands and feet kicked up behind him, as he observes the rest of the process. Well, that is until one of the owl plushies falls on him, a wrestling match ensues, it appears to be no hold barred, and the owl looks to be winning because its other owl friends join in.

You look at Eddie in the mirror playing both himself and a parliament of stuffed owls, and you can't help but wonder how amazing it must be to have his mind, to be this creative, with basically nothing other than his surroundings.

Your laughter calls the match to a halt, making Eddie victorious, apparently. Finally ready to go, you head downstairs and see your parents sitting crossed-legged by the turntable. Your Mama in one of her gloriously psychedelic home tie-dyed kaftans, and your Dad in his beige button-down shirt and red braced tan trousers.

Mama has her head leaning gently on your Pop's shoulder as they sing through the lyrics on the insert of the album playing. Your Dad decides the actual lyrics aren't enough "We're caught in a trout…I can't walk out..because it's got gills, baby."

Your Mama girlishly giggles at him and nudges him in the side. "Tom! You killed the mood of our listening party!" She pretends to complain and gets a kiss on the forehead.

"Bye guys, make sensible choices!" You shout back as you go to leave. Eddie is still observing them, so you grab his hand and pull him after you.

As your get seated in the van, Eddie adjusts the wilted flower on his air vent, "Like, do your folks ever fight or argue?" he says it with a laugh, but you can tell this is a genuine question as he sets off driving down the dusk lit road.

"Of course they do. It's rare, but they do, same as everyone. They just don't let one another hold onto it. They are just super honest with one another, some of which is very brave to say to someone else. They must not worry about it." You try to answer the best you can. You had no idea how they did it, they just did it, and it worked for them.

"Worry about what, exactly?" Eddie says, intrigued, turning down the radio but not taking his eyes off the road.

"Oh, you know, that they might say or do something that would make the other one leave, or cheat or whatever", you mumble softly. Merely saying negative words like this fill your mind with terrible what-ifs.

"Well, you know they only have that because they built that, right? That kinda thing doesn't just happen. I just found it…um… interesting" he taps the steering wheel a few times as the van happily zooms down the road to school.

"No, I guess you're right. It must have taken a long time to get the process just right. I guess I never had to think about it before because it's just the way it is at my house. Interesting…or do you mean weird, babe? It sounds like you mean weird." You smile over at Eddie, whose mischievous smile is playing on his face now that he's been caught in his small fib.

"Alright, weird then, but not bad weird, you know? I just wondered. They aren't the couple role models I'm used to seeing if that makes sense? And shit, as parents, my god! Sensational! It's no wonder you're so great." Eddie says with unbridled enthusiasm. It was beautiful to hear how much he adores your folks, but it also made your heart bleed for him a little bit.

"I'm so glad they can't hear any of what you are saying right now because they would never shut up about it. Like sitting on their porch swing together at 90, or whatever being like.."

You hunch over in your seat and pull your lips over your teeth, doing your best over the top elderly voice, "Do you 'member that nice young man, who said we were sensational, love? "

Eddie's smile grows more expansive, and he gives you a shove, saying, "Alright, alright! Most people would love their boyfriend and parents to get on."

"Oh, I love it, for sure, but I just love teasing you more." You laugh as the van pulls up into the parking lot.

"Alright, let's do this!!" He says enthusiastically, leaping into the back of the van to grab a box brimming with foam structures and figures and his backpack.

School grounds on the weekend were eerie. It felt all sorts of wrong. The halls were empty and echoed as you walked, without all those other bodies soaking up the sound.

As you headed into the drama department, you speed up ahead of Eddie to get the doors for him. You were greeted by some familiar faces, the three other members of Corroded Coffin and Carla, who was currently attached to Gareth's arm and wearing one of his flannel shirts. You smile broadly and whisper to Eddie, "You helped do that, babe. Aren't you proud?"

Eddie is busy setting out the map for the one-shot session. Placing finely crafted and painted elements of the environment, in their positions, from the box you are holding for him. He continues but smiles and shakes his head, saying quietly, "and there isn't a day that's gone by since where I haven't regretted it. The relationship questions are incessant!!"

You take a quick look around. No one is looking directly at you, so you give Eddie a quick kiss on the cheek. He smiles and continues with his terrain organising, "Well, ok, I guess it was worth it, then. Your seat is on the right of mine. I left you some goodies."

You walk around the table and see that a seat next to Eddie has already been laid out for you. A pre-made character sheet with your name at the top, a set of polyhedral dice of deep vibrant blue with gold numbers, a pencil with an owl topper, an eraser, a can of mountain dew and a little bowl a mixture of pretzels and M&Ms.

You look over the sheet again. What even was this game? Why were there so many numbers? The way Eddie talked about it, it didn't sound as complicated as it looked to you currently. It sounded like improv.

You look at the seat to your right and see pretty much the same set-up as yours, except the stationary is a real mixture. Some My Little Pony pencils, but erasers in the shape of the most violent-looking maces. A binder covered in Corroded Coffin and heart stickers.

You hear an excited high pitched "Eeeeeeeeee" from just behind you to your right and turn around to face it.

Carla's face beams at you radiantly, "Eddie, said I could help you tonight? I hope you don't mind. I've played a Cleric before, so I'm probably gonna be best to help you." She rambles kindly.

"Oh, thank the gods, seriously, I was starting to worry!" You say, sitting in your seat as Carla scoots her chair over to yours.

"So a Cleric is a divine magic user. You have a deity you worship who gives you your magic through your holy symbol. Your role in the party generally is a healer, but if it comes down to it, you can smack someone into next week. Let's see what you've got," Carla says excitedly, reading over your character sheet.

Her mouth opens a little "Oh my god! Ok, this is special. Your deity isn't even officially in the books yet. She's only in the comics. Selûne, goddess of the moon." Carla marvels at the description and moves the top piece of paper to reveal another.

You know immediately this is one of Eddie's drawings. You can tell by the handwriting and the shading.

Carla guides you around the illustration, the moon's on the armour of the character, a Warhammer with embossed phases of the moon along it resting on the ground, whilst their other arm holds out a shield, their hair is drawn to look like it's blowing in the wind.

Carla is still talking, but you've become lost in the tiny details of the drawing. On the inside of the shield, it has your initial, a plus sign and an E. On the knuckles of the gauntlets are tiny suns. On the inside of the arm, holding out the shield, is a sword tattoo, right where your scar would be. On the character's hip is a pouch with cherries sticking out of it.

And that's when you see it in the top corner of the paper. This is the stationary from the hospital, and yet you'd never seen it before. He'd drawn you as a hero while sitting at your bedside. You feel the lump in your throat start to appear, and a feeling of panic sweeps over you. You can't get upset in front of Hellfire Club.

"You know Carla, I'm just gonna go grab another drink from the vending machine. I just…I mean… I'm sure this game is gonna be thirsty work, right?" You quickly grab your purse and make a quick exit.

"We have plenty here, you know…" Carla calls after you, but you've already got out of there.

You get to the vending machine and gently rest your forehead against it, pushing in a few coins and then the button. You wait for the drop, but it doesn't come. You stand up straight and press the button again, nothing. You push the button to return your money, nothing.

You throw your hands up in disbelief, and you laugh to yourself. You lost your money, but at least you didn't feel like crying anymore, right? You decide to take this as a win and head back in.

"You never could quite get the hang of these things, could you?" Comes a voice from the side of you that makes you freeze with dread. A strategically placed thump on the side of the vending machine, and your can drops from where you can retrieve it.

You grab the can and quickly make some space between you and them. Then, with a tension setting in all over and a slowly sinking feeling, you turn to face them, "Trent" you nod in a tight-lipped thanks and go to head back inside. You have nothing to say to him. Not a single thing.

He'd changed a lot. The previous clean-cut, tight polo shirt wearing, dark cropped hair guy had been replaced by a dirty blonde chin-length-haired, baggy light pants and tweed jacket combo wearing man.

You could sense even his demeanour had changed. Trent was so passionate and/or tense about the next thing. If all six foot one of the guy in front of you got any more relaxed, he might have just turned into a puddle.

It made you a little mad he wasn't even tense seeing you after what he'd done. So you try to push it down. He's not going to spoil this evening. He's just not.

"If it's worth anything, I'm sorry for how things went", he calls after you.

You close your eyes, and your hand tightens around the can, "Why are you even here, Trent?" You say without turning around.

"I'm just visiting some old friends for a while, we were hanging out outside, and I saw you come in here with that weird kid…" He clicks his fingers like he's trying to jog his own memory, "…he was always hanging around the auditorium like some little lost puppy or something until he formed his own band of freaks…Evan, or something, right?"

You felt the anger rise in you. Trent was pushing your buttons, and he knew it. You turn to him. Your eyes must be flaring with fury because his face has his stupid smug grin on it. You wanted nothing more than for the can in your hand to become intimately acquainted with his expression at high velocity.

You are ready to give him both barrels when a girl bursts through the side door, "What's taking so long, my love?" She complains. You recognise her from school. A member of the drama department, obviously, who coincidentally had also been a very close friend of Trent's.

Satisfaction sweeps over you as if this just proved your point. You return his smug grin with one of your own, flip him the bird, and head back into the game.

When you get to your seat, you shuffle the chair a little closer towards Eddie, so your leg can touch his. He's a bit surprised but doesn't seem to mind. Though you knew he probably wouldn't stay sitting in his chair for long. Even when Eddie retold the game events to you, he would have to move around. You write and pass him a little note to say, 'Trent was here, I'm ok.

Eddie swallows, sets his jaw, and looks over at you. You meet Eddie's gaze and silently try to convey everything is ok with a soft blink. He smiles back at you and places his foot, so his ankle rests on yours, under the table.

"Shut up!" He yells, and the rest of the table falls silent, "Shall we begin?" Eddie's eyes ignite at those words, and they glance at each player at the table, inviting you all into his world.

Eddie sets the scene animatedly, and the outside world is gone before you know it. You've been willingly captured into a world of fantasy and intrigue, but as this game isn't intended for one session and for someone who has never played before, the premise is simple. You just had to find out why the village's sheep were missing.

The night is filled with epic successes and abysmal failures as you all work together to get to the root of the problem. Only to discover a small band of goblins are responsible.

A combat ensues, and with Carla's help, your character heals and assists the others who seem a lot more proficient in the ways of battle. You manage to avoid most of the damage Eddie tries to inflict upon your character by the dice rolls. Trying to remove her from being able to help others.

"No, stop. Please, we's only doin' as we's told," Eddie says in a little Goblin voice just as Carla's Barbarian is about to end its suffering.

Carla turns from Eddie to the table and back again, "I'll ask it who is in charge."

"Put uz down then, and we's tell ya", The goblin replies.

The players at the table are an even split on what to do. Carla thinks for a moment, "You know, I think because of her background of having to work for others just to survive, she would ask"

As soon as Eddie is perched on his chair, you all know it was a mistake, "As you put them on the ground, the Goblin takes a last stab at you with its dagger…" Eddie rolls a die and then another "…and hits you for 4 damage."

"Fuck, I'm down", Carla complains. It's your turn in the initiative order next. Eddie turns to you expectantly.

"I'll try to heal our Barbarian," you say like it's obvious.

Eddie shakes his head, holding back a smile. You turn to Carla in a panic, whose head is in her hands as Eddie knocks over her model on the map, "Your out of spell slots, Y/N. You can't heal anyone." Carla says regretfully.

Eddie turns quickly to the next person in the order of events, but everyone else is more than a turn of movement away.

"Wait!" You yell out in a very Eddie-esque way. You stare at the little Goblin figure between you and the prone Barbarian. All that swims through your head is the encounter in the hallway earlier. What would your character have done?

You turn your eyes to Eddie's and, with the faintest of sneers, say, "I want to crush this little fucker's head in!"

Eddie tilts his head, "Go ahead and try. Roll for it."

You look over at Carla and roll your 20-sided die. It lands on a 16. "That hits. Roll your damage," he says, checking his notes and peering over his screen at the table.

Carla points at the most normal looking of your dice set, and you roll it across the table until it settles on a 4. Eddie looks up at you from under his curls, "Why don't you describe to me how you attack this sweet innocent little Goblin…" The table erupts into jeers and shouts at Eddie's characterisation of the goblin that just floored the party's Barbarian. He laughs, looking round at them and then back to you, "…and then I'll tell you what happens."

You feel your fists clench under the table, you glare at the little Goblin model on the map, and you imagine Trent's smug, stupid face in the corridor, "I raise up my hammer, and before bringing it crashing into the side of their stupid smug idiot face, I say, 'Smile you son of a bitch'"

Eddie's eyebrows raise, and he reaches over and flicks the goblin over so hard it flies off the table's edge into the depths of the drama department and gives you a wink.

He turns back to the others, gives them the deathly theatrical demise they want, and finishes up the story's epilogue.

As you help him pack away and thank the others for taking the time out to play, You feel a new respect for this funny little game. Sure all the complexity might be a bit challenging at first, and you probably wouldn't want to invade Eddie's hellfire nights. Still, there was no denying that defeating waking world demons in a fantasy setting, as a hero, for a few hours, felt pretty good.

You spot the goblin on the floor, pick it up and place it reverently back in the box, where Eddie is also putting away bits of the hand-carved and painted landscape.

You half sit on the table edge and look him over, "You knew I'd run out of spells, didn't you?"

"A dungeon master never reveals their secrets," he says without looking up at you.

"And you knew how many hit points Carla had left, and that little thing only needed one good stab. Leaving me with only one thing I could do," you add to the endearing accusation as you toy with his belt loop, "Didn't you?"

He looks over your shoulder a second, then puts the pieces in his hands in the box, moves himself against you, looking down into your eyes, and says softly, "And how did it feel to annihilate that pesky monster."

"Surprisingly, extremely good," You say as your heart races. "You know, I don't think I've ever been happier that someone broke my heart", wrapping Eddie in your arms and kissing him gently.

[darknoonbitch]

Steddie 2

The next Friday Steve cooked up a casserole and headed to Eddie's house. His parents were never home, so he didn't bother to tell anyone where he was going.

Walking up to the door of Eddie's house, Steve could hear laughing inside from a few different people. Wasn't it just supposed to be Eddie and Wayne? This was the day Eddie told him to come over. Steve swallowed and knocked. The door opened and a wall of smoke hit Steve in the face.

"Oh shit, hey, Harrington." Eddie greeted him with a smile. Steve chuckled nervously as Eddie motioned him inside. He walked in and through the haze of weed and tobacco he could make out Nancy and Robin sitting on the couch next to each other.

"Steve brought munchies!" Eddie exclaimed behind Steve, thrusting his fists in the air.

"Oh my God, please tell me it's your lasagna." Nancy spoke in a drawn out voice, leaning over the open seat of the couch to look at Steve better.

"Yes, please God let it be lasagna." Robin poked her head out from behind the other woman.

"No fair, everyone else has tried this but me?!" Eddie feigned anger with a grin on his face. Steve turned around so they wouldn't see how flustered he got when they complimented him, and walked to the kitchen. He knew where the oven was from his time hanging out with Wayne.

"Want a beer, Stevie?" Eddie opened the fridge behind where Steve was fussing with the oven and cracked it open.

"Thanks. Did Wayne get stuck at work?" Steve asked as he took a drink.

"Yeah he picked up a shift. I thought you wouldn't mind us all having a movie night." Eddie hid his smile behind a piece of his hair, nervous Steve would decide to leave. Instead, the jock just smiled back, going into the living room. Eddie raced around him and grabbed the spot on the other side of Nancy, leaving Steve in their recliner.

Steve tried not to notice how close Robin, Nancy, and Eddie looked on the couch together. Nancy was in the middle with her feet up on the coffee table. Robin and Eddie on either side of her had beers and their free arms around Nancy. He did his best to swallow his pang of guilt. Had they been hanging out together these last few weeks? He should've known, no wonder Robin kept telling him to call Eddie.

He continued to sit and sip his beer. They were watching 'Friday the 13th' and Robin and Steve couldn't stop hiding when anything happened. Eddie occasionally yelled out as well, jumping off the couch. Nancy seemed unfazed.

When the timer for the lasagna went off, Eddie got off the couch and followed Steve into the kitchen. He noticed Steve throwing out his empty bottle, so he went ahead and opened another for himself and his friend. Hoping Steve thought he went in there for a drink instead of just a chance to talk to him.

"I was gonna serve you guys in the living room. Unless you wanted to come get it yourselves." Steve blushed as he took the beer. It made Eddie smile.

"I'll help you take out the ladies plates." Eddie offered. Steve reached for the paper plates before Eddie could even think to tell him where they were. Steve dished up lasagna and garlic bread-Eddie had no idea where he got it from-for everyone and turned to hand two plates to the rocker.

"Damn Harrington, you sure seem at home." Eddie mumbled under his breath. Steve didn't even turn around. Did he not hear him? Doesn't matter, he thought, I like that he's comfy here.

Steve led the way into the living room, handing a plate to Robin as he returned to the recliner. Eddie made a big flourish as he gave Nancy the food. Then Eddie ran and grabbed their beers, setting Steve's on the coffee table near him. He alternated between eating and rolling joints, forming a small pile as they switched the movie to 'Chicago'.

"It's a bunch of fine ladies in lingerie killing their husbands. Of course I own it." Eddie had retorted when Nancy picked on him for having a musical.

"Well I like it better than whatever the hell happened in 'Texas Chainsaw'." Robin shuttered as she pressed play on their movie.

"So, Steve, did your parents like freak when you came home from the hospital?" Eddie tried to speak clearly since he was across the small room. Robin and Nancy stiffened. They'd never thought to mention Steve didn't really talk about his parents.

Steve seemed unfazed, flashing a small smile and looking from Eddie to his drink. "They, uh. Haven't been back... since before." He picked at the label of his beer uncomfortably. Eddie's smile dropped.

"Didn't someone call them?" Eddie tried to hide the rage he felt. Steve had almost died, how could they not worry about their son?

"Yeah they, they did. They're just really busy and, ya know, they have business things to do." Steve tried to sound lighthearted. "They'll be back in a few days." He added.

A knock at the door interrupted anything Eddie could try to say. He got up and opened the door for Johnathan and Argyle. They came in as Eddie grandiousely gestured them to enter. Nancy glanced at Johnathan but they didn't exchange more than a nod. Had Steve missed a breakup? Eddie spoke to them quietly in the kitchen. Steve noticed Nancy scoot over into Robin's seat, reaching toward Steve to get his attention and drawing him away from figuring out what Eddie was doing.

"I'm still here, if you wanna talk." Nancy spoke low and serious. "I know that your parents can be a shitty topic."

"Thanks Nance, but it's okay." Steve tried to smile at her. She knew him too well, and could tell it was a lie. He didn't want to talk to her about it, not right now. She didn't need to hear about how he hadn't really been sleeping, or showering, or how he missed coming to Wayne's because at least there he had a reason to eat.

Nancy dropped it as Robin sat down beside her, flinging her arm back around Nancy's shoulders. Steve swore he saw her blush. Now that he thought of it, it had been a while since Robin mentioned who she currently had a crush on.

Eddie returned to the couch as Argyle and Johnathan exited the trailer. Were they holding hands? Steve couldn't be sure through the smoke and without his glasses. Eddie lit up a joint and got up to hand it to Steve.

"Wow, what happened to left is-" Robin started but was cut off by Nancy elbowing her in the ribs. Steve took a drag and passed to Nance. Eddie positioned himself on the arm rest next to Nancy and Steve tried not to be jealous that he hadn't sat by him.

They kept smoking and drinking long past the end of 'Chicago'. Talking about school and their stupid jobs. Eddie and Robin did most of the talking, making jokes back and forth. Every time Robin cracked a joke, Nancy laughed. After a while she was pretty much curled into Robin's side. Is she, flirting? Steve locked eyes with her and she smiled, seemingly knowing she'd been caught and not caring.

"Well, I think it's time to turn in. Ed, can we crash?" Robin asked after they had run out of joints.

"Of course, would you like my bed?" Eddie offered, winking at the ladies. Nancy rolled her eyes and giggled. Giggled? Now she was definitely flirting.

"Nah, we'll keep to the couch." Nancy answered. Steve got up and grabbed them blankets and pillows from the closet, too busy trying to figure which of his friends Nancy was interested in to hear Eddie behind him.

"You really have been here this much?" Eddie chuckled, making sure Steve could hear him. They both felt their faces turn red. "Why didn't you come back?"

Steve stood rigid. He had wanted to apologize, or tell Eddie he had been busy, but he couldn't think of a good enough excuse. "I just guess I didn't want to bother you." Steve played with the edge of one of the blankets.

"You are never bothering me, Harrington. My uncle Wayne fucking loves you. You can hang out here." Eddie awkwardly muttered. Looking up at Steve, he wasn't sure if he'd caught his whole sentence.

"I'd better get home. My parents will be back in the morning." Steve shrugged. Eddie nodded and took the bedding from Steve, walking to give it to the ladies on the couch while Steve got his jacket.

"Steve, is that all you've got? It's cold out there." Nancy said in her mom voice. Steve looked at them and said something along the lines of "it's fine" before letting himself out and walking home.

Eddie turned to Nancy and Robin as soon as the door shut behind Steve.

"How dumb have I got to be?" He sighed.

[diariesofapisces]

Hell Week Anniversary.

You know how I look to reflect on Shit and today I would like to go back to I would say the darkest time of my freshman year. It all started on February 15th when I finally got a preroll and a battery for my cart. This meant that I finally could smoke weed as much as I wanted. I felt so manic and I literally took a million videos and photos about it. After I got that battery I went insane and greened out really bad hours after I got it. I woke up the next day on the 16th and forgot how much I smoked the night before. I did a wake-and-bake before even eating with very little sleep the night before. Of course, we all know that I greened out again but this time in the line to Starbucks. I literally could not stand and I had to sit down for about 10 min. I stumbled back to my dorm without my Starbucks and I had to miss class because I was so weak and high. When I filmed a video describing the event I looked pale and so weak. As I said in my videos I smoked in the evening because I had nothing better to do. The 17th wasn't very eventful because of a horrible work shift but I knew that Spencer was going to flake out on smoking with me which stressed me out. Also, I was upset because I was supposed to go to Tucson for Shelby and Morgans's birthday party but my mom couldn't get me down there. I was super upset about this and got a joint just to smoke with Spencer. The next day, the 18th, was tragic. I thought the last time I smoked with Spencer was bad. I texted him at like 2 to see if we still had plans and he didn't respond till 6:30 that he couldn't hang out. I spent the whole day stressed about whether he was going to cancel or not and I couldn't do anything more with my time than smoke and make ranting videos. That night I said I was done with him. Spoiler I wasn't. After that day I started keeping count of how many days I had no contact with him, I made it to 4 days. On the 21st I made a tik tok depicting just how I felt, it's super fucking depressing. From then until the 23rd I was keeping the delusion that he was going to miss me and reach out in my mind, and also the one where I could go without him. The 23rd is a day I will never forget. Let me paint the picture. Spencer had invited us to go see this stupid comedian and I didn't go becuase I didn't want to waste my money. However, I did decide to hang out with them after the show ended so at 11. I didn't really want to go but I was desperate to see him and to B do something with my time. So of course I make tiktoks to pass the time and I go. And guess what happened. I was triggered by the fact then he didn't really pay attention to me and she left me to go hang out with his other friends. After he left shit hit the fan. That really fucking triggered me so I decided it would be fun to take 10 shots of the shittiest vodaka ever. I encouraged everyone to give each other hickeys and make out and stuff which led to three of my friends having a threesome. I and Gib were sitting outside the room that was happening and I was complaining about Spencer. After that, I impulsively offered up my joint and we all went outside to smoke that. After that, Gib went home becuase it was 2:30 in the morning but me and three other girls decided to keep going. During the next two hours, we all decided to drink more and make out. I decided to go for a girl I didn't know as well because there was no way I was gonna do anything with Shi or Larissa. So on the 24th, I ended up having a semi-orgy with my friends and I ate out with that girl. It was funny becuase I was doing great until I rolled over and passed out. I was still helping tho. Then after a bit, I crawled to the bathroom threw up, and passed out again. At five am I stumbled back to my room and took a nap. I woke up on the 24th and in the afternoon Spencer took me to Joan's. The night before I asked him to take me and he reluctantly agreed. I ended up having to pay him 20$ to take me to my disappointment we didn't hang out after. He just said she you around and let me know if you want to smoke.

[acorn-scorn]

I feel like such a fucking idiot.

I started seeing this new guy recently who seemed really nice. We seemed compatible in a lot of ways, similar humor, interests, and even life goals out of a relationship. We met at a social event for a site we were both members of, he had been the one to ask me out. We seem to have a great chemistry and the plan was for him on the first date since he's out of town, to sleep on my pullout couch. The first date we officially have seems to go great, until the evening. We had been drinking and smoking weed to clarify.

He already for bead and wanted to watch me play a videogame to relax. He's on the couch and I'm on my chair when he asks me to sit with him. He then wanted to cuddle, when I felt tired and tried to leave for bed he asked if I wanted to get more intimate. I should have said no, I wanted to say no, but I was drunk, horny and really into this guy so I said yes. And we had very intense sex. He seemed so passionate and we spent the next day hanging out still. He ends up being very flirty over text and stuff and I try and respond because I'm fucked up over the sex. I didn't want him to think I was just in it for sex and lean into his flirting.

Then today he hits me with thinking I'm coming off too strong and wants to stop dating. I can respect that but all the signs he gave me told me this is what he wanted. He was the one to suggest sex he was the one sending the flirty emotes first, he was the one who specified he wanted a long term thing when we first met. And it wasn't like I told him I loved him or something like that, I thought I was just matching his tone.

And I've always been a bit of a slut and now I'm worried that's all this was, he knew I'd be an easy lay and just seduced me to fuck me once then throw me away. And I'm trying hard to convince myself it isn't the case shut sometimes you just feel it's all you'll ever be good for. Just a strong of endless empty hookups and never being worth being there long term.

Hell I'm poly and so was this new guy and my current partner isn't the type to settle down which is what I need. So when it seems like nearly the perfect guy waltzes up, seduces and fucks me, then leaves it just makes me feel so fucking useless and un loveable