#this was gonna be a whole pretty peice

[triona-tribblescore]

They meet at some stupid house party~

[evilminji]

*evil grin of The Ponderings™*

You know who DEFINITELY would have Unfinished Business?

Heroes. Professional "If I could just MOVE, just fight a BIT LONGER, save ONE MORE PERSON" Heroes. It's the ultimate and unending Unfinished Business. To protect people. Not just their friends, their co-workers, but the innocent people around them.

That kid, stuck crying in the rubble.

That business man, screaming in pain, caught in the cross fire.

The People NEED them. They SWORE. Their very SOULS burn with the NEED to help. But... the flesh gave out. Injuries. Age. Quirk overuse. They knew... they KNEW, this was not a safe line of work... but... but! Please! Just one more person! Why can't they just make their breaking, dying, bodies MOVE!

Of course they refuse to move on.

They are needed HERE.

Yet? Their hands pass through. Their voices do not reach. A hell of their own, unknown, making. They can't let go, but they can't HELP either. There isn't enough Ectoplasm here. The walls of their reality overly patched up, since that unfortunate leak a few centuries back.

After all, the Zone had dumped near lethal quantities of unfiltered Ecto into the atmosphere. They're STILL dealing with the mutations and fall out, aren't they? At least, they are according to the Zone. (Wtf is a "Quirk"?) And, yeah, someone should PROBABLY do an assessment on the ecological recovery of the Reality. But like?

Do you have any idea how few people have an Obsession for stuff like that? Wait your turn! The list is long and you're not fuckin special, okay? The agents are BUSY.

Now, you might wonder? Wait. If they aren't moving on. Are DEFINITELY Ghosts. Starving as they are. Refusing to die as they may be. Wouldn't... Wouldn't that leave the whole ass area around their Reality an ecological dead zone? If it got over patched and no Ghosts LEFT, thus noticed, and started to try and work on it from the outside? Assuming the COULD?

Yeah. Yeah it would be!

It's called the "New Wastes"!

There used to be some cool Lairs around there. But there was a turf dispute. Someone DID something. Punched a HOLE. And everyone re-died. It was fixed but never quite re-healed. Portals... don't show up there? For some reason? Meh. Wanna brawl?

No. Danny's curious. He wants ANSWERS.

It's his fatal flaw.

Well... that and his inability to keep his mouth shut. But he likes to think he's funny. So... off he goes! And MAN! Does it feel funky out there! Weird textures. Mmmm, Don't Like THAT ™. It's probably a King thing? The Zone here... FEELS wrong.

Not... the way it's SUPPOSED to be shaped, if that makes sense?

And? It feels... if you sorta squint? Like... a LOT of people AREN'T where they should be. But aren't gonna leave until they're READY. Ooof. Great. Someone messed up again. Why does he KEEP FINDING bits and pockets that need straightening out? Unruffling? It's like he has to keep smooth out this giant peice of fabric with all these stains on it. Clean the messes on it.

He feels more like a maid then a King.

Maybe he is?

Pretty sure he's more of a nanny, since the Zone is more of a whiny yet excitable toddler then anything else. Alright, let him in. And fix... whatever THAT is.

So he steps into the Reality and? Huh. Japan. Neat. He always meant to go, never got around to it. Why is that man an otter?

.......oooohohooo, this place was HELLA fucked up by Ectoplasm, wasn't it? This is multi generational exposure. It's in the air. The water, ground, buildings. But stale to the point of stagnation. That can't be healthy. At least a few people he sees have developed ecto-resistance, thank the Ancients.

Danny discovers there are? "Superheroes"? Or just... heroes, apparently. They sell shampoo lines and athletic gear. Villians are petty criminals and psychopaths. All lumped together. He gets fuckin CHASED by the COPS and half the cities spandex patrol, called a "villian" (you know, like the purse snatchers and the DUDE WHO TRIED TO OPEN FIRE ON A CROWD) for flying around trying to assess the situation. Not speaking Japanese fast enough.

Soooorry! He TRIED to answer your confusing barked demands! This isn't his native language! He's translating through Ghost Speech! He knows it sounds unsettling to the living! It's the best he's GOT, man! (Asshole)

He escapes, obviously, because he's not 14 anymore. And honestly? He could top 200mph or so AT 14. He's only gotten faster. Intangible flight means no wind drag, motherfuckers~! OR need to dodge buildings! HA. Try to follow him through THE GROUND!

A few Blob sucked (to remove the ectoplasm) bits of treasure later? And he leaves a pawn shop with local currency. Thank YOU shady pawn shop! Ask him no questions, he'll tell you not lies. Enjoy Pariah's gold.

He does tourist things. Buy foods he's never tried, wanders around. Sees what's needed. Noticed a lot of people struggle with some aspect of the ecto-mutations brought on by the extreme Limnality. Need accessibility aids.

.....well, he IS a Fenton. His parents would disown him on the SPOT if he left with out at least TRYING to help. So he tracks down one the local ghosts. He'll need a guide or two.

He? VASTLY underestimates how desperate a sea of Obsession Starved Hero and Vigilante Ghosts will act, the INSTANT, they realize not only someone can see them... but it's? Their "Boss"? They aren't sure HOW they know that. But they DO. It's THE Boss. Here to help them! Asking for HELP ™ from THEM!

Yes

YES THEY CAN DO THAT

He gets swarmed. Hundreds of ghosts fighting over each other. Shouting. Turning on each other like rabid animals. All worn down and ragged by their Obssesion starvation. He's forced to shout over them.

And? Holy shit, these are only the ones from THIS CITY, too.

Thank Zone, again, he's no longer 14. That he has friends who are Rulers ™ that taught him HOW to Rule. To delegate. Pretend he TOTALLY knows what he's doing. That every action is on purpose.

It takes less then two hours, with all the experienced Unground Heros help, to make himself a Real Boy and buy a building. Put himself into the correct databases. He officially has licenses for things he's never studied. Is a tax paying citizen. Even belongs to several local clubs.

Over the next few days? He sets up his new... oi! Quickdraw! What're they called again? Right. "Lifestyle Support Company" which? Is a dumb name. But, Fenton Works is Fenton Works. Somehow he always kinda knew he'd be inherenting. It's in a cruddy part of town and the prices are cheap as he can safely get um.

He already had two customers, even though half the building isn't even fully set up. Which? I mean... he gets it. Poor guy. Knives for hands. Sharp ones too. The other guy's Obsession made him emotionally react to colors and like three different ones were ruining his life. So, hand Prosthetics controllable by knives and color filtering wrap around glasses.

Took him a lunch break or two.

Changed THEIR lives.

Suddenly his shop is packed. Schedule screaming for relief. And the ghosts? Getting more tangible by the day. See, his work shop? Ecto proofed. Let's him relax. But it ALSO let's him radiate fresh, clean, Ecto out into the air. And as King? With a direct line to The Zone? He puts out a lot.

There start to become Sightings.

People who SWEAR they saw long dead Heros out of the corner of their eyes. Dead vigilantes. That was who through that bottle. Who tripped that thug at just the right moment. Who unlocked the door. The SWEAR. They aren't crazy!

And... at first? Brushed off. Stress does a lot of crazy thing to a person, ma'am. But? How do you brush off, making eye contact with your dead best friend? Your old mentor on the other roof? That vigilante, who you WATCHED bleed out? Can you brush them off... when a vigilante from the dawn of quirks, punches some two bit villian on live television? Calls the Heros on the scene gloryhounds? Goverment dogs?

Runs from the cops and vanishes into thin air?

When this shit KEEPS HAPPENING?

Is spreading?

Are... are you supposed to arrest them for illegal vigilantism? How? They're THE proto-Heros! You don't want your name tied to that! The HPSC is furious. The goverment is uneasy. There are like... 6 dudes and a lady, openly stalking some kid in UA. Trying to mentor him. He looks moments away from a nervous breakdown.

Us too, kid. Us too.

All? While Danny? Is just sitting in his lil shop. Tinkering. Not HIS problem. Gotta let the ghosts here get it out of their system. Get their Obsession's full. Then it's all aboard the Zone Train. He's just here to make sure no one does anything "Too Crazy".

What's HIS definition of "too crazy"?

Wouldn't YOU like to know, weather boy~☆

@hdgnj @lolottes @nerdpoe @babbling-babull @mutable-manifestation @spidori @the-witchhunter @legitimatesatanspawn

[writingoddess1125]

A Fluffy little Buggy X Fem-Reader

This popped in my head randomly. Enjoy!

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Theater Brat 🎭

(Y/N) hadn't been on the ship long, Acting as a Quartermaster of sorts, Especially with Nami having abandoned them. She hadn't been apart of the group long, being the freshest face besides Sanji in this whole ordeal. She hadn't exactly been the biggest Fan of Nami, especially after she had betrayed them for Arlong- however she believed in second chances and that people were the way they are due to past events- not that they just so happen to be bad. That and she trusted Luffy- What was more to say?

After a rather long day of helping with the ship and doing inventory (Y/N) set to relax a little- choosing to play a record and draw for a while. Deciding to do a peice of their favorite theater play they had recently seen before setting off with the Strawhats- as she set off to ink her work a loud knock shook her from her peace and the door opened revealing a very irritated Zoro with a bag in his hand.

"(Y/N)! It's your turn to take it-" Zoro grumbled, Tossing the bag onto the desk, ignoring the grunt of pain from the severed Pirate head inside. "Ow! You Broccoli headed bastard!" Buggy yelled from inside the bag, Zoro glaring at the bag before grumbling about some sort of nap or something and marching off. (Y/N) sighed at this, Opening the bag and carefully setting Buggy's head upright. "Ohh~ I get the pretty girl tonight! Watch out Zoro the amount of noise we are gonna make may keep you up all night!" Buggy cackled, (Y/N) simply shaking her head at this and turning back to her drawing. Buggy clearly not liking to be ignored in such a regard.

"Ugh- That damn bag smells! Has no one heard of deodorant? It's like a bunch of teenagers running a ship-" He said sarcastically, his eyes landing on the girl infront of his drawing away. Trying to take a peak at whatever was being drawn.

"Ugh- Did I get the weird one of the group? Not even gonna entertain me? The least you can do is shimmy your ti-"

"I was just finishing up the lines on this is all, Calm down" She said carefully, her words not even laced with a hint of venom as she blew on the ink to dry. Ignoring c

The clear sexual joke he was trying to deliver.

"What are ya drawing? A wanted poster for the tangerine girl?" He questioned and gave a crookeded grin, assuming Nami was a sensitive topic for them. However frown when he didn't get a reaction.

"No a drawing from one of my favorite musicals. I try to do a drawing of each one I see" She admitted, holding up the paper for him to take a peak at and huffed in genuine surprise at seeing someone on THIS ship actually take some form of interest in the performing arts.

"Huh- Never expected anyone here to be into performing arts. You should draw one of my shows next! One of the best you've ever seen!" He bragged, Grinning as he started to talk about his favorites acts in his shows. From his innocent juggling tricks to the gruesome of having a marine try to tightrope over a raging fire. (Y/N) raised a brow at his boasting and patted his head, more out of habit then anything else which surprised Buggy.

"Well if I ever see a show of yours we're people aren't being tortured to death I'll draw it for you. Deal?" Buggy grinned widely at this and nodded excitedly.

"So what- you're a theater kid or something?- not many people know about shows like this"

"Oh yeah. I'm a total theater brat- My mother was a performer and my father was a musician" (Y/N) said with a chuckle. Thinking back to those days, The anxiety that hung in the air before a show, the live music that filled the air and the heartwarming stories that everyone watched.

"Is that the only type of brat you are?~" Buggy teased with a wink, (Y/N) gave his a mock disgusted look and poked his forehead.

"Pervert- Like you're one to talk. I can smell a fellow theater kid from a mile away- Also the grease paint doesn't help"

"Hey! While my shows are top notch I wouldn't compare them to some low brow theater"

"Oh? So you don't watch any plays" She questioned, a knowing smile on her lips as she met his now narrowed gaze. "No..." He muttered, his own tone of voice starting to betray him.

"Damn- well I could have sworn that I heard a certain barrel singing a song from that really sweet Romcom Play Gaizu & Douruzu (Guys and Dolls)-" She said with a bright smile- Buggy's face turning pale and staring at her with a mixture of embrassment and mild anger.

"...Now you are just being cruel-" He deadpanned and (Y/N) couldn't help but let out a cackle.

"That one is an exception!" He shouted making them laugh harder, He puffed his cheeks in a pout. (Y/n) Wiping the tears from her eyes and poking his puffed our cheek.

"Awww, I didn't mean to make you upset Mr. Scary clown- It's a good play!" She protested as he gave her a Mock glare. He stared at her for a second as she straightened herself out, Buggy staring at them for a hard moment.

"Hey W-" Buggy voice was cut off as the intercom system sounded through the ship. "Food is Ready" Sanji voice rang out as (Y/N) got up with a skip in her step. "I'll be right back!" She called out leaving Buggy by himself- He didn't voice it but he had enjoyed (Y/N) company.

When she returned (Y/N) holding a large bowl of seafood risotto. Buggy felt his mouth watering at the sight and his face twisted up- Expecting him to just have to watch them eat like all the other Strawhats. However he was pleasantly surprised when you held out a spoonful to him. His eyes widened at this and he greedily took the bite, Moaning as he savored the taste. (Y/N) taking her own bite with the same spoon before offering him another. He stares at them for a moment-

"..Why are you being nice to me?"

Buggy asked as he accepted at the bite of food. Watching them as they ate a bite of their own and thought for a moment.

"Well I don't see why I need to be mean to you?" She said softly, Making Buggy stare at them a bit confused.

"I'm ... Me? I mean I hurt your friends, Im a Pirate of a rivaling pirate crew! You should hate me?" He said softly, he felt a small peg to his ego but he couldn't help it.

"I guess...but I wasn't there to see all of what you did. I always try to think people deserve a chance even if others think against it. After all, we are a different kind of Pirate-" She said softly, Feeding him another bite of the risotto. His eyes locked onto her, He didn't remeber the last time someone treated him with this level of kindness?... actually thinking he could be something better or giving him the benefit of the doubt.

"Huh- Quite the sappy one" He joked, making (Y/N) also chuckle a bit and shrug once more.

"Well what can I say- Us theater brats gotta stick together"

[nishiyako]

Behind the Scenes (NSFW)

Paring : PornStar!Kirishima x PornStar!Reader

Tags : Blowjobs, Fingering, Doggy, Manhandling, Vaginal Penetration, Creampie, Cameras, Size difference, Strangers w Benifits, Formal wear, slight masturbation at the end.

Summary : Your porn agency has paired you with an interesting individual. Ejiro towered over you, and he handled you so good that your professionalism was starting to shatter in ways you never thought could happen.

Your agency was doing a collab with another, though it was an underground business, the pay was good, great even. When you talk about agency people think you're some hero, but no. In reality, you work in a porn agency.

The directors were talking as cameras were being set up in the dummy bedroom, while that was happening you were snacking on some of they food gave out while on your phone, "I love that dress, a shame I have to rip it off of you." You heard a voice behind you say, you jolted up to turn around. You swear you had to look up just to see his face.

"I'm Ejiro, your co-star." he talked to you, looking down. you were already small and pretty petite, it was your main selling point. It was like your manager forgot about your size when picking your partner.

"fuck you're huge" you muttered, you saw him crack a smile and let out a small laugh. You chatted while things were still getting set up, you couldn't help but stare at his body under that tight white T-shirt he was wearing, it highlighted every muscle just right, and that buldge in his jeans while he wasn't even hard.

It was time to start filming as all the equipment was ready, "goodluck to us," he said, "Yeah, show me something good while we're there, okay?" You said smirking, a smile formed on his face as he walked away to a separate room to get ready.

The scene was you two were a couple who were about to have a passionate session, but of course, it was all fake, lubes and oiles were gonna be used to make everything look better.

You had your own screen time as the cameras panned up your legs, tracing the slit in your dress, it panned over your almost exposed cleavage and perfectly curled hair and done makeup, you shot the camera a feirce look, at the corner of your eye you saw a guy with a clipboard talking with Ejiro.

You looked down to see his cock alredy hard as a rock, it was huge, biggest one you've worked with, he was only wearing black boxers so you could see it clearly. I guess that's why he was casted. But its fine, you're gonna handle it like a professional, probably not even gonna feel that good. After a few shots it was time for him to enter frame, it started with him behind you, touching your shoulders, down to your waist, then to your hips, you were alredy getting turned on by the feeling of his hands running down your body.

He then stopped as the director spoke to you. The scene was he's gonna rip the dress off of you, so he was serious...

He positioned himself to get easier access to the fabric, as the camera started rolling, he ripped it down the middle with ease, he tore the tight peice of fabric so quick it made you gasp, "That gasp was great" Ejiro whispered in your ear when the camera stoped, "No, that was a genuine reaction." You said laughing.

You were left only in heels as Ejiro was instructed to remove his under wear, he sprang out immediately.

You were then on all fours as Ejiro was on his knees. The first shot would be you just sucking his dick, or at least trying. You jerked him off with your hands that couldn't even cover the whole thing, you he then pushed your head towards him, you opened your mouth to let him in.

Your left hand stroked him as you did your best to deep-throat him, your gags and whimpering were caught on the mic as saliva started to run down your chin, if he was this big you couldn't wait for him to be inside you.

After that, you had to do a shot of him fingering you, his hands were defenetly big, big enough for him to make you look like a doll as he held you. you sat, leaning against his toned chest. Ejiros' hands reached around you as he spread your legs in front of the camera. He dipped both fingers in immediately, causing you to let out another cute gasp.

He curled them again and again hitting that spot perfectly on rhythm causing you to squirm and moan for the camera, you wrapped your arms around his neck exposing your chest to the camera, one hand fucked you mercilessly as the other one played with your cute tits, you didn't want to admit it but he was great with his hands.

Fainaly, he was gonna dick you down. it sucks to film these since you have to do multiple positions before cumming, most leaving you hanging. You were face down-ass up but face high enough to be seen, the cameras started rolling as he slipped into you so seamlessly.

He started to pound you so early as you moand loud, you didn't even had to fake anything as he was stretching you out so good. Fuck, you weren't even acting anymore, you we're just getting dicked down. Your eyes started rolling back into your head as you rocked back and fourth, your back was arched enough so the camera could see the flesh bounce with every thrust.

"Cut! Good one, guys, " the director yelled, "God danm it. " You whined as Ejiro stoped, everyone in the studio laughed, but you were being dead serious.

You then laid on your back as you spread your legs. Was the shoot gonna be this short? You guys worked so well with each other, perfectly contrasting each other on camera, you barely had to do any Re-takes. You only had to once since you accidentally moaned his real name. When you did, you felt him throb inside you. You had no idea how much that turned him on.

As you laid on your back, he put one of your legs on his shoulder as one of your legs hanged off the side of the bed for a perfect camera angle, he slipped in you before the camera started rolling. as soon as he was fully in, there was an obvious bump in your belly. Everyone loved it. It looked perfect. You hated it, the ecstasy for his cock was nothing you've felt with other actors, he said he started a couple of months ago but he was a natural.

The lights shined on you as they took the last shots for the day, he started slow and steady for you to get used to it and for them to film that buldge, it was so big it looked fake.

The speed started started to quicken as you started to bounce on his cock, he was almost up right, staring at you as you made the cutest noises and faces, if he could only have you for himself after this, without the cameras and lights, if he didn't have to make it look nice he thought about how he'd manhandle you, forcing you into any position he wanted, fucking you mercilessly, making you feel how you've never felt before.

Maybe he will. he leaned down and slipped his hands under you, he then picked you up and fucked you just like that, you looked into his eyes and acted like you loved him, the cameras were loving it as the both of you started a sloppy make-out session.

God he was good, so fucking good, one of the bests, probably even is. He was big, gentle and knew what he was doing. You had to have him after this or you'd go crazy.

He kept pounding you, you started to feel the knot in your stomach tighten as you threw your head back, cameras caught every expression and every sound you made. You screamed in pleasure as he kept fucking you senseless, fuck if you could just cling to him you would.

You couldn't take it, and he couldn't either. You were so fucking cute, so perfect for him. He had no idea how long it's been since you've been fucked this good, he wanted to please you in every way possible and capture it on camera so he could remind you how much of a good fuck you are.

He was stealing every single thought, turning your brain useless. finally the knot snapped and your body trembled, he came as you clenched around his cock, your moans were basicly screams yet music to his ears, you caught your breath when the cameras stopped.

"You're one hell of an actor," he praised, "I wasn't acting." You said. His cheeks turned red, you looked at him, hair messy and make-up smudged. "Look what you do to me." You said before giving him one last kiss. he layed you down as he pulled out so the cameras could catch the massive creampie he gave you. Even if he was off set, he couldn't stop staring at you. God, you were perfect.

After the shoot you fainaly took off the heels you wore the whole shoot and wore some normal clothes as you talked to your manager, he praised you for your performance and maybe you could work with Ejiro again another day, you looked around the set to find Ejiro wasn't on the set anymore, you guessed he left early.

Later that night, Ejiro couldn't stop thinking about you, how you fit him in so perfectly, how small you were compared to him, those sweet noises you made while he pounded you. He asked one of the editors for the rough draft, he downloaded the video and stroked himself to it, reliving the best minutes of his life, looking forward to working with you again.

[anilovie]

babe babe babe, my entire tiktok fyp is full of shitty men saying their shitty vows to their gorgeous wives at their wedding, they're fr saying shit like "all you need to do to keep me happy is keep my belly full and balls empty", or "i vow to smack that whenever i can....booyah" (im not even lying, this is full on verbatim) and that's all theyre saying!!! in front of guests and family as well!!!

literal sideye bc ik my man Ani could never, best believe he's crying the moment he sees you coming down the aisle, doesn't even care abt what you're wearing, you could be in a potato sack, and your hair identical to einstein's, but all he can think about is how you wanna be his forever <3 the way he'd tear up at your vows....ugh i need him to be my husband

(the way his vows would sound like a hozier song.....)

Anakin wedding thoughts …

ugh, the way he would tear up.

I think Anakin is definitely more mature and serious with his emotions than a lot of men, especially when it comes to love. He's super intense about it, cause he knows how to love. it's all-consuming for him. and, he's just a good person under everything... so grateful for the good things he has in life cause he's not used to being able to keep them. so if he has you, and you promise forever with him, he's not gonna play around.

i can just picture him standing on a pretty balcony somewhere, dressed in black, wavy hair tamed down a little neater, standing up so straight with his hands clasped in front of him. he looks like a prince, and his eyes are on you, and you can just see his love for you swirl behind his gaze like a tempest.

you don't see until you're standing right in front of him that his eyes are all glossed over, and -- geez -- now you're getting all teary, too. i think you'd laugh quietly, a little choked up as you try not to let any tears fall, and he'd huff a soft laugh too, ducking his head and blinking rapidly to try and diffuse things.

you know he's got the sweetest, most soul-crushing things to say to you, too. doesn't even need to pull a crumpled peice of paper from his pocket, no, he just says what he feels in the moment and draws from the thoughts he's had about you this whole time. it sounds more like he's worshipping you rather than marrying you, but to him it's the same thing.

i also think that when he kisses you, he'll linger for as long as he possibly can. its the best moment of his life, after all. and only then will you taste something wet and salty on your lips, and you're not sure if it's his tears or yours. probably both.

thanks for the message!! didn't know i had all these thoughts in my head but you inspired me. geez. 🥹

ps -- hozier is one of my favorites, and you're completely right about that. anakin is actually his ghost writer fyi.

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

THE ARTIST AND THE ART.

Pairings: Eddie munson x Fem!reader

Summary: Eddie happens to find a picture, a beautiful one, and he wants to find who made it.

Warnings: none

Note:sorry if there is some mistakes or anything, I'm trying my best here😂

Also i don't know exactly how long it is, but its longer than the other ones I've done, BUT I PROMISE YOU ITS GOOD OK.

Eddie had his mouth agape and eyes wide as he stared down at the peice of paper he held in his hands. He had found it sitting neatly inside his locker when he had opened it a minute ago.

It wasn't a note calling him a freak or anything like he was used to but instead, it was a drawing. A drawing so delicately drawn it look like a photo.

It was so realistic, the nose, the eyes, the lips and the hair, it looked exactly like him. Which confused him.

This was something he wasn't used to, it surprised him, to say the least.

He wondered who the drawing had belonged to, he wondered who bothered to make such a masterpiece with their hands and pencil.

He admired it for minutes on end before turning away from his locker and looking around the corridor for who would give him such a thing. Finding nothing but cheerleaders with their jock boyfriends. Eddie came to the full conclusion that it would never be one of them who did it.

Eddie searched on the back for any sort of signature or indication of who made it. Nothing

He sighed and put it neatly back in this locker. Not having anything else to put it in, and he was never wanted to ruin it by folding it and putting it in his pocket, having the chance of it fall out and losing it.

The bell rang, making all the people go to their classes, filling the hallways with girls and boys of all years.

Eddie reluctantly made his way to English class, making a mental note to find the person.

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It was hard to figure out who in the right right mind would take the time out of their day to draw him, the freak.

And seen as though a lot of damn people can draw in Hawkins High, it was going to be a damn miracle if he were to find the person.

He had sat next to a girl in English who drew in her book, it wasn't anything that was realistic so he didnt know, all she did was hearts and stars.

He also looked in the library, making the librarian pray on her life, she never thought she would ever see Eddie Munson in there, but it shocked everyone in there.

He wasn't there to do anything but look, he wasn't the type to read, or sit quietly, he doesn't even know if he can be quiet. That's why he was kicked out of there pretty quickly for kicking a table in frustration.

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When he went home the day he got the picture, he had hung it on his bedroom wall, and would stare at it for hours in pure awe.

He looked for hours, days and weeks for the mystery artist but never got it. There was 2 people the hellfire group had in mind, seen as Eddie had told them about it. They had made it a mission to find them, or her.

Eddie wasn't really the person to care for things like this. It not only shocked himself but the whole club when he came running to them with a big smile on his face at lunch in the cafeteria.

"Guys, guess what I found in my locker this morning!" Eddie panted

"What?" Garath asked curiously

"Take a look at this boys" Eddie held the drawing out to show them.

"Woah"

"Damn"

"Who did that" the boys all gasp, trying to grab it off the munson boy.

"Hey! You're gonna rip it" Eddie shouted at the guys, making them all sit back down at just look at it.

"Its beautiful, isn't it?"

"I mean yeah, it would be if it wasn't a picture of you" Mike joked making Eddie throw a handful of nuts at him.

"Who drew it?" Dustin inquired

"That's the thing, I have no idea" Eddie shrugged.

"What, so there's no signature or anything?" Jeff asked.

"If there was a signature, I think I would know who it is and tell you" Eddie rolled his eyes

"Well, we gotta find who drew it" Dustin said

"Obviously" Eddie nodded in agreement

From then on, they made it a search for them.

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It had been three weeks after the picture first showed up in his locker. So you could imagine the surprise he got when another one appeared. It was as beautiful as the first one, he was in a different pose than the one before but it still looked exactly like him.

Eddie honestly felt swoon. The first one made him feel things too but knowing they take the time to draw him more than once tipped him over the edge, he felt special.

He felt like he was living a dream. It wasn't every day Eddie got given the gift to be drawn, where someone liked him so much to sketch him out.

Even if they didn't give him the chance to know who they were, he admired the bravery for giving them to him, even if it wasn't in person, it was something he could never be able to do, let alone actually being able to draw.

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Eddie wondered around the halls, he got kicked out of miss O'donnell's class so now he's looking for an empty class to hide out in.

He heard music coming down the corridor, it wasn't really the type of music that would intrigue Eddie. It wasn't anything metal but it just made him curious cause the music room were on the other side of the school.

He peeked through each door window, looking for the music as it got louder and louder. Until he got to a slightly open door, with echoing Cyndi Lauper's 'girls just wanna have fun'. He peeked through the door, opening it even more as his body pushed him through. He couldn't see her face but her hair was in a high ponytail, wearing a cheer uniform, the skirt and hair moving as she danced side to side to the music. She moved to the side and that's when he saw a painting, it was simple, and it wasn't finished but he could tell she was painting what she saw from the window, the big tree that many sat underneath with a little pond next to it. It already looked amazing. She cleaned her brush off with water to get a different colour without it mixing and ruining it.

Eddie watched as she brushed the canvas delicately with the long wooden stick which had a lovely shade of green paint on it.

He walked in quietly, eager to see who the girl is. It was most definitely not going to be the person who drew him but he just wanted to see who it was.

There was a lot of cheerleaders, meaning a lot of them had similar hair. Whether it was long and blonde, red and straight, black and short or brunette and wavy.

So he might've had an idea of who it was if he actually paid attention to the popular group, but he didn't so he has no clue.

Eddie wouldn't really say he's being creepy, staring at her without her knowing, he would say it's more admiring from afar, even if he wasn't that far from her. A metre at most.

He accidentally stepped on something and crushed it, making a noise that the girl didn't even notice through the blasting music, which he was thankful for.

That's was until to music faded when he stubbed his toe on the leg of a table, making the girl jump and turn around quickly, frightened by the sudden noise. Soon enough that had ticked Eddie's brain, Y/n.

"Sorry" he held his hands out to the girl, kind of like some sort of defense if she were to throw something at him like he was an attacker, and she was, until she locked eyes with him and completely stopped any movement she had.

"What are you doing here?" you asked in a panicked manner

"Sorry, I just heard the music and got curious" he apologised

"Maybe address yourself next time, ok?" You sighed at turned around.

"Well, would you of let me in if I did?" Eddie questioned.

"You'll never know" you shrugged

"I know you and your friends think I'm a freak but-"

"I don't think you're a freak" you cut him off

"Oh" he smiled at you.

"Well, would it be a stretch to ask you something...bizarre?" Eddie pondered

"Depends on the question" you said, turning around to get back to your painting, and to hide the way your face flushed at the chance he knew it was you who drew him.

"Well it's kinda stupid, it's obviously not you so just forget it" he stammered

"Well you'll never know who it is who drew you if you don't ask" you laughed cluelessly that you said something you shouldn't have

"How do you know about that?" Eddie asked

"Hm?" You hummed in response, not trusting your mouth to let words fall out.

"How do you that's what I was gonna ask?" Eddie wondered out loud

"Do you know who it is?" He asked

"I've heard you and your club talking about it" you half-lied. You had heard them talking about it, but you didn't tell him it was you.

"Oh, ok. Well, I'll just leave you here, let you get back to your painting. So uh, bye Y/n" he said before leaving before letting you say anything. You eyes shut tightly as your lips pursed in a thin line before letting out a defeated sigh.

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"Anything yet?" Gareth asked

"Well not really no" Eddie sighed

"What you mean, not really?"Dustin questioned

"Well I suspected Y/n when I saw her painting in the room, I was going to ask her but chickened out and then she was like "oh you'll never know who drew it then" but then she said she heard us talking so that's off the table" Eddie explained, trying to imitate your voice.

"Dude, she was totally lying to you" Mike laughed dryly

"Why would she lie, she has nothing to hide" Eddie raised an eyebrow

"You are painfully oblivious" Dustin shook his head.

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Dustin made it his job to watch you, not creepily, but because he wants to prove it was you who drew him, that it was you who had the boy swoon for about a month by now.

You hadn't done anything for a few weeks now and Dustin wouldn't know because he doesn't see you drawing in class or anything cause you're in different years so you don't share any classes, but you had drawn one more.

This one was simple, not as realistic as the others. But it still looked exactly like him, you knew it would probably be the last one you would do. He was too close to knowing it was you. You wouldn't let him know, that was the whole point in not giving it to him in person, or signing it with your name.

Dustin watched as you walked through the completely empty hallway, the hallway that contained Eddie's locker. You looked around to see if anyone was around before slipping the paper through the gap and quickly leaving. Dustin smiled cheekily before running out of there and to the cafeteria.

"Guess what I just saw" he said in a sing-song tone while giggling

"What now, Henderson?" Eddie smiled sarcastically

"I saw Y/n put a drawing in your locker" he jumped up and down

"No, she didn't, she said it wasn't her" Eddie sighed

"Well you said she didnt actually say it wasn't her. But I literally saw her, go check your locker" Dustin crossed his arms

"The things I do for you" the munson boy said before getting up and leaving with the club trailing behind him

He opened his locker and found one, laying there perfectly, like the others. He held it up and showed it to the guys

"Well what do I do?" Eddie asked cluelessly

"TALK TO HER" all the boys yelled at him

"where is she?" He questioned

"Well she was walking towards the art rooms" Dustin replied making Eddie run to the room from before. Making sure to shut his locker and keep the drawing in his hand.

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"Hello? It's me, Eddie" he announced himself, making you turn with a slight smile

"Come in" you giggled

"Wow. Looks like you did let me in" he joked

"What can I help you with?" You asked politely

"Nothin' much, just wondering if the artist would sign her art" he held the drawing out, seeing your cheeks immediately flush in a soft pink while blinking

"It's not m-"

"Dustin saw you put it in my locker" Eddie beamed at you

"Well um. Sure I guess" you put down you paint brush and walked close to him, grabbing the drawing off him and putting it down on a desk, getting a pen out of your bag and signing it neatly with your name with a little heart next to it

Eddie smiled at you and took it from your hands gently, making your soft fingers brush again his rough ones.

"You're really good, I admire your art" he confessed

"Good to see you admire yourself" you laugh

"I could teach you sometime, if you'd like" you suggested

"Yeah, I'd like that" Eddie nodded while his cheeks turn warm

"Great"

"Would you maybe wanna, I don't know, hang out sometime, not to draw but like, to uh, I guess like a-"

"A date? Yeah, I'd like that" you helped him out by finishing his sentence for him

"Oh? I thought you would say no, well that's great, amazing, thank you. Um, are you free tomorrow?" He asked surprised

"Yeah"

"I'll pick you up and we could go to the mall or whatever you like, or not, that's totally fine"

"I'd rather we do something we both want to do" you smiled, you know he wouldn't want to spend his day at the mall with you.

"Ok then, I could take you out for dinner at Enzo's, although I probably won't be able to afford much, I'm sorry" he spoke softly

"That's fine, I don't really care what we do as long as we both enjoy it" you said

"This isn't out of pity, right? I'm not gonna make you go" he looked down

"I wouldn't draw you and give it to you if I didn't like you, Eddie. I'm just sorry it wasn't in person" you replied, stepping closer to him.

"I like you too" he looked back up at you, taking a slow step closer to you.

"I'm glad" you grabbed his clammy hands and went up on your tippy toes to kiss him on the cheek.

"I'll see you soon" Eddie said before quickly walking out of the room leaving you there smiling like a child.

he ran through the door a moment later, silently panting

"I need your number"

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I hope you liked that😭 it took a lot of time, ngl, about 2 hours😂

[digenerate-trash]

I had a dream of Yan Avery doing a hit and run on robin

Okay fuck it I'm gonna combine some shit for this because yal know about my head cannon that bailey has a fucked up part of his face from like a horrible hit and run right??? Yall remeber that????

To recap: bailey is doing sketch shit being up for the position of new caretaker and he hates it. But what is he supossed to do. People still see him as the caretakers favourite kid. Not to mention he's a pretty boy with an aditude. Wich makes him irresistible to creeps.

He runs some jobs and absoloutly gets fucking wrecked by a car. Stright up. And who fucking hit him??? God damn avery. Avery has no clue who the fuck he hit but he rushes off scraps his car doesn't tell no one and his parents take care of any news coverage. So no one even covers it.

Bailey remembers the whole incident. Right down to the fucking license plate and made of the car. Just not who was driving. His face is fucked tho. It makes him scarier. When the cops ask what happened bailey refuses to explain (because of the sketchy shit he was doing for his boss/caretaker) and it rises bailey up the ranks basically from promising canadate to successor.

And now that bailey is like a big prominent figure he hasn't stopped looking for that car. (Revenge mindset) But its long gone and avery was never held responsible.

But fucking imagine?! Imagine bailey's face when he walks into the hosbital to pick up another one of his brats because they are in the hosbital and he finds out Robin's been hit by a car??? You think bailey wouldn't have some sympathy for that?! You think bailey wouldn't be gleaning as much information as he could only to realise that this hit an run is as mysterious as his was?! Imagine how pissed he'd be on Robin's behalf. Like he was a peice of shit. But robin has berley done anything wrong besides being a. Freeloader and all of a sudden now bailey sees himself in robin more then anyone else in the garbage town.

[hawkinsuniversity]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐭. 𝟑

series summary : when fionna brings you home one night the gallaghers are unsure of how to react, however, if there is one thing they are sure of, it is how much they each want a turn with you.

series warning : this series is going to contain extremely explicit and smutty content and is quite literally the most shameless thing you may ever read. this series is mainly going to consist of smut and content discussing poly relationships.

pairing : ian gallagher x fem!reader

warnings : mentions of a hangover, swearing, blow job, oral sex (male receiving), basically just a ton of oral smut

9:03 am (y/n’s perspective)

sunlight peered in through the opened blinds that were posititoned across the room from me.

i was laying on a queen sized matress that had been pushed up against one of the walls in a small, dark, quiet room.

the window that lay across from me provided barely enough light to see, but from what i

could tell the matress was the only peice of furniture in the room.

every once in a while i heard a voice or loud noise come from downstairs but for the most part i was laying in complete silence.

i didnt remember much from the day before. just waking up hungover and then having sex with a man in the kitchen downstairs.

so pretty much the same bullshit as usual.

i didnt remember being brought upstairs so i must have been asleep when that happened.

i noticed my hair was freshly washed and body was clean. i was no longer wearing my skimpy black dress, but was now wearing an oversized, grey nirvana t-shirt with a pair of red lace panties.

suddenly the door on the right side of the room swung open.

a redheaded male abruptly entered the room with a tray that carried an assortment of foods.

“hello.” the man said awkwardly.

he walked over to me and placed the tray on the floor beside the matress.

“hi.” i responded quietly.

“whats your name?” he asked

“y/n.” i quickly replied.

“hi y/n. i’m ian.” he kindly introduced. “do you remember much from the past couple days?”

“no.” i told him. “where’s dave?”

“dave? you mean your pimp? he’s gone y/n. he was trying to sell you into sex slavery and prostitution a few night ago. my older sister fiona bought you off of him to prevent that.” ian informed me.

“bought?! what the fuck!” i screamed.

“i know everythings kinda foggy and confusing right now but we are going to get everything sorted out. dont worry.” the redhead reassured.

had dave really sold me? what the fuck!

i needed to find a way out of this house and fast. i had no clue what was going on but i knew i wasn’t gonna sit around and wait to find out.

suddenly the door swung open again and another man walked in. i instantly recognized him as the man from last night.

“hey.” he said to me as he smirked with a smug expression plastered across his face.

“fiona wants to see you downtairs.” he informed ian.

“k. will you sit with her?” ian responded.

“ya of course.” the man replied.

and with that ian left the room leaving me and the other man alone together.

i didn’t remember much about last night but i definitely knew what had happened between us.

“you sleep well?” the man asked me.

“fine.” i said coldly.

“good.. good.. good.” he rambled “so um im lip. look im not sure if you really remember but uh i was the one who brought you upstairs and put you to bed last night.”

“we had sex.” i stated bluntly.

he scratched the back of his head in discomfort.

“yea.. uhh… we did. look, i don’t know how much you remember but i was not in the best head space last night and was really stressed out, so… im sorry if i hurt you in any way or upset you at all.” lip apologized.

“i dont really care. im used to it.” i responded harshly.

“oh right the whole prostitution thing.” lip said. “that uh — that really sucks. im sorry.”

“thanks.” i whispered under my breath so that it was barely audiable.

just then ian entered the room once more and sat down at the foot of the matress i was laying on.

“haven’t eaten yet?” he asked while looking over at lip.

“im not hungry.” i mumbled.

“you should eat.” ian replied.

“ok.” i responded softly.

“well uh… i should be heading to work now.” lip finally chimed in.

“ok, ill stay here with y/n.” ian told him before turning back towards me.

“that ok with you?” he asked.

“yea whatever.” i said.

“ok, well uh if you two are good then i should head out.” lip said as he slowly backed out of the room and closed the door behind him.

me and ian looked back at one another as he gestured towards my food.

“can you gonna eat now?” he asked as i rolled my eyes and reluctantly picked up the tray of food.

2:12pm

“iannnn” i whined from upstairs.

i had eaten my breakfast and then gone downstairs to watch some tv but came back up about an hour ago to take a nap.

“yes y/n?” he called back as he walked up the stairs.

“come hereeee.” i yelled as he walked into the room.

“whats up y/n?” he asked while crossing his arms over his cheast.

“im bored.” i announced while looking up at him with big doe eyes.

“well what do you wanna do?” ian inquired.

“hmm…” i pretended to think “i want attention.” i said assertively.

i had only known ian for a few hours but he had been very nice and constantly was making sure i was comfortable, which i really appreciated considering all of the assholes ive delth with before.

“you have my full attention.” ian responded to me sarcastically.

“no. come here.” i said while crossing my arms over my cheast to mimick him.

ian slowly walked closer to the top of the matress and sat down beside my head.

“what do you need y/n?” he asked while looking down at me.

“just sit here with me.” i replied quietly.

“ok.” ian mumbled while swinging his legs onto the matress and looking down at me.

“hi.” i whispered while making intense eye contact with the red head.

“hi.” he responed while looking contently into my e/c eyes.

i quickly flipped over onto my stomach and rested my chin on ians left thigh.

“i wanna do somethinggg” i whined.

“what is it you wanna do?” he asked while laughing at my childlessnesses.

“i dont know.” i said. “something funnnnn” i giggled while climbing onto ians lap.

ian started laughed hysterically and stroked the back of my hair.

suddenly i felt his entire body stiffin under me and his hands fly to my waist to slightly lift me off of him.

“sorry.” he apologized sincerely. “i cant really control when it happens.”

i looked down to realize why he reacted the way he did. there was a large tent in his grey sweatpants now and he looked around nervously waiting for my response.

“its ok. not your fault.” i said kindly, trying to make him feel better.

slowly ian started lifting me off of his lap more before i stopped him suddenly.

“what?” he asked.

“well… um… do you need me to take care of that for you?” i replied quietly while avoiding eye contact.

“y/n… i’m gay.. i don’t mean to make things awkward but…” he started.

“no! i didn’t mean like did you need me to take care of that in a romantic way or a hooking up way… i meant… in a.. professional way. you know?” i asked trying to get my point across.

“what do you mean?” ian inquired, clearly still confused.

“i mean… its kinda my job.” i said. “i wouldn’t mind… i mean i’ve jerked off way worse guys then you.”

“USED to be your job.” ian corrected me. “and i don’t wanna take advantage of you just cause you used to be a prostitute.”

“you wouldn’t be taking advantage… im fine with it. but if you dont want me too…” i trailed off before slowly taking myself off ians lap.

“wait!” he stopped me.

grabbing my hips and pulling me back down onto his lap he looked into my eyes contently.

“you’d do this for me just this once?” he asked.

“we wouldn’t need to say anything about it ever again.” i reassured.

ian looked me up and down before slowly nodding his head and grabbing my left hand to guide it towards his sweatpants.

i gently touched his erection through his grey sweatpants and started fiddling with the waist band to pull them down.

i took his boner in my hands and leaned down slowly to wrap my lips around the tip.

ian groaned and threw his head back in pleasure.

i swirled my tounge around the tip of his hard member and started to gradually pump his cock with both hands.

“mhmm y/n that feels so good.” ian moaned.

“i told you im a professional.” i giggled before taking more of him in my mouth.

i had half of his dick down my throat while my hands rapidly pumped the other half.

i continued to speed up the movements of my hands while bobbing my head up and down.

ian had my h/c hair in a loose grip behind my head and was running his other hand up and down my back gently.

he continued to moan in pleasure as i put even more of him into my mouth.

my eyes slowly started tearing up and i felt myself gag around him as i shoved the rest of his cock into my mouth.

“good girl” ian praised while i looked up at him.

while making direct eye contact i continued to bob my head back and forth as his moans got louder and louder.

“fuck that feels good.” he groaned.

suddenly i felt ians dick twitch in my mouth and i instantly knew how close he was.

i started to bob my head even faster as tears streamed down my face.

within seconds ian was shooting his load down my throat while i quickly lapped all of the cum that had spilled out of my mouth.

“fuck.” ian muttered as i gently took him out of my mouth.

i stared at him waiting for some sort of further reaction.

“jesus christ that was amazing y/n. come here.” ian said to me while opening his arms and motioning for me to come cuddle up next to him.

i moves back onto his lap and felt his arms wrap around me protectively.

“you wanna do something fun now?” ian asked me with a raised eyebrow.

“that wasn’t fun?” i asked him cockily.

“hahaha no it definitely was. you are definitely a professional.” he responded while laughing.

“well good.” i smirked up at him proudly.

and with that ian stroked my hair once more before kissing the top of my head.

“get some more sleep y/n, ok?” he said while looking down.

“ok.” i whispered back before closing my eyes and falling asleep in his arms.

[pansyfemme]

ok my dash (mostly you) have convinced me to listen to the pastels. planning on running through their whole discography but in your personal opinion, top 10? ik youve probably already answered this sort of ask so no pressure B) <3

haha i will convice people to listen to the pastels til the day i die. The main thing to know is that they are a very, very varied band with a lot of distinct ‘eras’ of different types of sounds. Early pastels is very grungy, looser, a bit weirder and louder, and eventually they find their footing, slightly softer but more of a solid sound before becoming really sort of.. transcendental? that’s the best way i can describe the later stuff. and i am going to be honest, i love all of it equally! there really is not a bad (or even less than exceptional) pastels release imo. however i’m gonna start off by saying my personal favorite album is ‘sittin pretty’ which is not on most streaming platforms! but i do think it’s really wondeful as a peice. I’m just gonna throw out a handful of tracks i think are interesting for various reasons, in no particular order.

(though if you listen to one album, up for a bit is probably a good start, it’s wonderful and a good intro)

-Comin’ Through

this is the song that got me into the pastels, and my father before me! It’s like.. the gateway song. you hear it, you’ve never heard anything like it before and you need to hear more.

-Swerve

my personal favorite of the earlier/middle era! it’s loud, its chaotic, it’s fast, it has fucking eugene kelly featuring on it.. i loooove this song.

-Yoga

This is one of the songs that kind of hints towards where they would go later on but is a bit less calm? I love it a lot

-Worlds of Possibility

theres two versions of this one! an ep version and one on mobile safari. i reccomend you listen to the mobile safari version first, it’s more straightfoward, but both are exceptional.

-Thru Your Heart (Home recording)

This is an oddball, i’m reccomending it to kind of highlight the.. spiritual quality of the pastels? this is a really shoddy recording but it has a beauty i can’t really describe.

-Tokyo Glasgow

following that up, this is kind of similar as it is also a deeply deeply emotional track, it’s got this quality that just.. cuts you.

- Speeding Motorcyle 2

I’m listing this one and not their other speeding motorcycle cover, because this is specifically an instumental that just showcases how fucking insane they are with orchestral arangements, it’s a really moving instrumental that i really dig

-Nothing To Be Done

i can’t say that ‘this is the one people know’ because the pastels are not a band that is known wildly ouside of certain circles but nothing to be done is their most popular song and that is for a reason!!!

-Kicking Leaves

I post this one a lot. It makes me feel really warm, it’s sad but lovely.

- and for number 10.. i’m gonna cheat and give you two ‘kind of’ pastels tracks because there are soooo many pastels tracks and i also just feel like shouting out two really cool things.

1) Illumanati is an album of remixes of pastels songs, and it’s a…stacked list. i really love cornelius’ ‘windy hill’ remix but also if you’re a stereolab or my bloody valentine fan or really into 90’s indie at all you will recognize a name or two who did a remix

2) stephen pastel/stephen mcrobbie is alive and well to this day and one of his most recent projects was providing the soundtrack to a play called ‘this is memorial device’ that premiered at the edinburgh fringe fest a while ago. And the soundtrack to it is coming out soon with the first two tracks currently available to stream and they have already made me sob and i need to see that show so bad i might puke

but yes like by all means do a tour around their discography, it’s a decent amount of stuff but you can probably do it pretty stress free, it’s not a major project. I would just be mindful that some of their albums (including some of the most important ones) are not on all streaming platforms so take a look at their discography first as to not miss anything major!

i’m glad you’re interested in the pastels, they’re a band that genuinly has made me feel things no other form of art ever has been able to.

[mr-walkingrainbow]

what are your thoughts on finally having a toralei centric episode? im still trying to piece mine together and im unsure that mine are all positive

Man. I’ve only seen bits and peices. And I’m still reeling just from that. I’m pretty sure I’m gonna have a full on breakdown after watching the whole episode.

but what I can say. Is this was needed. This needed to air. This needed to be seen. I know I’m not the only one who struggled with this episode and that’s the entire point. There are people who have abusive shitty parents and don’t know what to do. How to go one. How to do anything. Fuck half the times I still don’t know what to do. But seeing toralei go through the same thing makes me feel so seen and heard.

I’ll post a longer rant once im less emotional. But I loved this. I’m loving it. I’m GONNA love it. And I really really wanna cry

[cubicle-eyes]

Hunt

Eddie Munson , Male!Reader

Angsty ish. I can't write so I tried my best, lol.

PLATONIC

Eddie and Reader are best friends

The word 'fag' is used in an endearing/teasing way. Reader has no reactions to it.

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Y/N had his bags packed, his car loaded. His room in his parents house was empty, excluding the bed, dresser, and a few clothing peices he'd have to come back for. He was moving away from Hawkins so he could get something done in his life, but it felt like the end of an era. The end of a friendship. Y/N had somehow managed to keep his moving a secret for months, putting off telling his friends for too long, and now it was too late. He had made rounds to everybody but his favorite person. Y/N wiped his face, making sure any tears from his goodbye with Steve, Nancy, and Robin were acvounted for and promptly thrown away into the emotion bin. He rung the little doorbell to Eddie's trailer.

Wayne opened the door, and the sense of relief that flood over Y/N's senses had him involuntarily break into a grin.

"Mr. Munson."

"Bastard child."

"Yep. I came with some, uh.. news."

"..I have to go, but Eddie's here, tell him and he can-"

"I'm moving. Today."

Y/N blurted. Je could read what emotion went through the mans eyes, but the sigh and tight, fatherly hug had Y/N clutching onto him.

"I'll miss ya, kid. Send us a letter. We'll be here."

"Will do, Wayne. Will do."

"..Break it easy to the kid, alright?"

"Always."

Y/N pulled away, and Wayne pat his shoulder before striding past him with heavy steps, getting into his truck. He honked twice, pulling out, and Y/N waved him off before stepping into the trailer and shutting the door.

"Eddie, where are you!"

"I don't know, where am I?"

He called, stepping out of his room. He was pulling on a shirt, as  he grinned at Y/N, walking over. Y/N scoffed, fiing his unruly brown curls before sighing. Eddie cocked his head.

"Hey, what's up? Heard you talking to my uncle outside."

"Oh, right. Let's go to your room."

"How forward."

Y/N gagged, and Eddie went into another bout of laughter. He flopped on his back onto the unmade bed, but sat back up once Y/N shut the door.

"Hey, something serious? What, did somebody die?"

"I'm moving away. To New York."

"..What? When?"

Y/N saw the urgency to his words, and stayed silent. Eddie cursed, burying his head in his hands and throwing his back on his bed.

"God, damnit!"

"Eddie-"

"Why didn't you say anything sooner!? We could've- I-I don't know- Done something! Make it special!"

"Eds, I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry!"

He snapped. His eyes were watery, and Y/N had just realized he was also tearing up. He sat down next to Eddie as the boy sat up again, rubbing his face.

"I wish you would've said something. Anything."

"I know. I just.. I don't want to ruin the rest of your summer."

"Well, it's going to be pretty bland without my smoke buddy, isn't it?"

Eddie sniffed, laughing forcibly. Y/N grabbed him, hugging him. Eddie was shaking, terrfied of loosing his best friend.

"I'm going to come visit every holiday, you hear me? Every holiday! Even, like, national burger day!"

"Yeah.."

"..."

The silence was heavy, and Y/N and Eddie sat clutched to each other in the confines of his room. From outside, prying eyes, it could be seen romantically, but they were brothers, best friends. Eddie and Y/N had their respective crushes, both male, but it could never be each other.

"Hey, it's still hunt the freaks, alright? I'm just..," Y/N sniffled, laughing airily as Eddie pulled away. "I'm just giving them a hell of a chase."

"You're going to tear that city up by it's roots, alright?"

Eddie had a serious face, his fists were balled up on top of Y/N's own, a little thing they'd always done.

"I'm going to give that city a whole new look when I'm done with it. It'll be the gayest, most bitchin' town you ever saw. Because you're gonna come see it."

I'm going to make you drive your cheap-ass van all the way up there, and then make you navigate the streets until you find me. Alright?"

"Yes sir. I got it."

Y/N smiled, and Eddie caught the contagious virus of happiness. Y/N stood, pulling Eddie up to give him a proper hug.

"I have to go."

"Don't forget me."

"Every holiday, loser!"

Y/N called, flipping Eddie off and starting towards the door.

"If I'm the loser, you're the dork!"

"Bloodsucker."

"Fag."

"Always will be. I'll see you soon, Munson."

"See you soon, L/N."

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Spoiler he dies before Y/N gets to visit 👹 ( jk he lives forever 😠😠 )

[reddogf13]

so yeah ... i felt outlast 2 lacked some of the heart that made me really like outlast 1. such as the characters, especially the mental patients, shown as people not just NPCs being a nuisance to you. outlast 2 had crumbs of this like val and her kids or the "relationship" between marta and knoth. but overall those bits get easily lost or forgotten when trying to deal with annoying chases or level set up to navigate. the one character who could have really helped flesh out all of templegate out of notes - Ethan. only got like 2 min of screen time before being killed off. he could have used to reveal that templegate really went off its rocker only this past year. (if you accept that all the notes happened within this year. then vals heretic break off, for ex, only happened 4 months prior to blake/ lynns arrival. a month before her breakoff was the childrens cull. before then the whole anti chist posessing kids wasint a idea in knoths mind, *cough murkoff suggestion cough* however he knew "the end" in general was coming for the past many years. templegate itself is only 42 years old based on its est sign.)

the bits that also would have been really nice were left on the cutting floor. such as blake overhearing marta crying and knoth needing to comfort her.

some sort of shake or earthquake causing knoths pills to fall and his mask slipping over a radio broadcast. cursing "if one fucking pill fell." before realizing hes live on the radio and slipping his false godly mask on.

since all these bits are missing. these characters are just chasing NPCs or strictly just an NPC voice talking in the background. some really good characters that were overall wasted.

it also feels like redbarrels didint make their past exactly, aside from knoth. they got the blocks for it, but its missing the foundation? like martas shown as hateing her killing. so she had some positive teachings of "thou shalt not kill" at some point. and that she may not have been an enforcer her whole life. in game the angry mob stops following blake at "martas peak" (or a similar title i cant remember) which was the slaughter house/ cattle barn. the place is littered by notes from knoth to marta, cloth peices that resemble her dark outfit are on the floor, and overall this seems to be her place. and not just a in general area shes taken over. overall, seems/ feels marta may have worked with cattle. making sense because someone strong needs to handle them/ the meat. all the easily slaughtered cows around also point to her doing. a cow aint just gonna be killed easily by a mob, its gonna fight. but it cant fight a whole pickaxe smashed into it.

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val has a pretty big vocabulary/ elligant writing for someone from templegate and their fancy smancy EdUmAcAtIoNs. having adults writing like 3rd graders. feeling like she got a little more education then everyone, maybe even more then knoth. and she had to get that from somewhere, possibly books, but it feels like those kinds wouldn't be around/ allowed. which leaves the possibly of someone close to do it, like a actual good teacher or her parents.

which is entirely possible. real life cults actually do go after those with high education, LOTS of money, but who have no religious background. people often see hollywoods version of cults. the overly obvious kind that people would never buy into. but real cults know not to act like that and subtlety gain members who dont know better. aka arnt warned about false prophets in church, because they never went to one and had the warning signs broken down to them.

making it kinda funny to think all of knoths members being unknowingly rich people through inheritance. which also loops back to the ranch he ran before the raid. the owner beingmost likely another highly educated- lots of money, but no religious background who fell under knoth. not knowing any better because of inexperience in religion and just seeing that he was a priest out to do good.

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then theres Blake and his background after Jessica's murder. there is a very high chance he stayed in that school with father Loutermilch. predators are opportunistic, doesint matter if girl or boy. they go after those who are most venerable and after Jessica was gone, he would have aimed for another child. most likely Blake becoming unintentionally easy prey. using his involvement as a way to guilt him quiet. and a lot of the things Blake experiences in his flash nightmares could be how Loutermilch tortured him psychologically after the event. such as the singing in the bathroom. the insults such as the phone scene. on top of all that MAYBE Blakes parents died around the same time. as he briefly mentions at one point. "My dad died within a month of my mom. He was perfectly healthy until she was gone, and then..." (the wiki lists the year of jessicas death being the same for them, unknown month for them while jess was in DEC. I'm not sure how they confirmed the date, but oh well.)

it would add onto all his trauma with Blake being only 10 at the time and Loutermilch could have known this was going on and seen this as an easy cover to abuse Blake. in a "hes depressed/ failing because of the multiple deaths this year." and not for the worse reasons hes committed.

[zai-doodles]

ahhhh ok sorry that was a bit too broad lol

(Totally agree with you on the women, like nooooooo don’t sexualize every woman over the age of 18 noooo you’re so sexy hahahaha)

How about a specific story arc you didn’t really like? You can choose any that specifically bugged you ^.^

ur so vlid dw abt it!! im glad someone wants to know my opinions I just had to stop myself from post my like, 20 page essay abt all my ft thoughts

ANYWAY gonna be super honest, my memory of canon is completely disjointed in some places and I've mainly peiced it together from fanfic and my memories of watching it like,, almost 10 years ago

HOWEVER, i feel like a lot of the story arc on paper in ft have so much potential and r actually pretty good! its the follow up that kills me,,,, like I just

imma talk abt edolas for a bit, specifically lisanna bc oh boy i could write so much just abt the staruss siblings

SO, they build up lis for like, 68 episodes, give elfman a whole arc surrounding him healing from the event, show that it actively affected natsu then she just??? appears?? and honestly I don't super remember the canon explanation but it feels a little cheap ngl

AND THAT WOULD BE FINE IF THEY DID SOMETHING WITH HER AFTER, like they did all this to just??? sideline her???? like from what I remember shes relevant again with elfman sometimes?? but her and mira never have moments together outside of battles, and shes not super plot relevant again?? like idk she feels like so many of story beats with her could be replaced with ANY of the other ft guild members and that's not great story telling to me? if ur gonna push this power of friendship found family thing then idk maybe treat ur female characters like whole ppl outside of forced romance subplots

high key this is fueled by my memory of the nalu vs nali fights id always see with so much lis hate,,, when she literally did nothing like besties its no her fault shes written by a man plz get over it I just dhfdeg

since i super got away from what you asked me ill give u a bonus hc, so natsu is constantly breaking into lucys apartment and its play for laughs but my personal hc is that he doesn't start doing that until after phantom lord arc bc it scared him and he was afraid he was gonna lose her so being in the same space as her calms him down dhgdjk

thats all folks i have so much platonic nalu stuff and SO MUCH lis stuff

[fagboyfriend]

how did you get so good at crowded perspective pieces?

hey lol. forgive me for the wait, i tried to answer this (twice) on the day u sent this and both times my app crashed after me typing out a whole thing so i just needed to. take a breath before trying again. im on vacation rn so i dont have all of my files/sketches so im gonna try and make do with what i have.

the real answer is that i only really started doing it recently! i really made the resolution to make my work more involved and resolved instead of just doodling a character on a random background.. i’m very inspired by cartoonists and comicmaking and so i want my illustrations to be fully resolved scenes that tell stories and communicate ideas. right now im focusing a lot on trans bodies in close proximity, small spaces and domestic t4t relationships. I started off with a few studies. I did sketches of some artists who drew enviroments i enjoyed and tried my best to grasp an understanding of spatial relationships. taking some life drawing classes also really helped ^_^

im gonna talk about my house party series bc its relevant but i used different methods to sketch each one!

i used the csp perspective tool to create a linear grid to work off of, it’s very helpful, i knew i wanted a more centered composition for this one so i drew my center character first and figured out how to layer others around them from there!

this one was a little more complex. i made a photo collage (i wish i had used my own refs but. we all make mistakes) and then went over it with a lasso tool blocking out chunks of color. then i turned off the collage layer and drew over the chunks until i was happy with my layout! for this composition, i wanted your eye to travel pretty nonstop around the peice so i chose to make it cluttered and vertical to overwhelm the viewer!

this one was actually not sketched digitally!! i drew the characters in my sketchbook since i knew i wanted to go for a more layered and abstracted vibe, then used my lightboard to trace them on top of eachother.

I think creating crowd scenes is a lot about juggling space, figuring out how to make things look cramped but not have things blend into one blob. it’s difficult, but with patience you can learn to balance the elements effectivly.

[nsmhrniki]

✰ pip w/ a violent but soft s/o！,,

WARNINGS: curse words, harsh words

PAIRING/S: phillip "pip" pirrip x reader [ platonic // romantic ]

PRONOUNS: no pronouns mentioned!!

GENRE: fluff, more of crack though 😭

REQUESTED: yes // no

" do you still take requests? if so, can we get a phillip x reader where the reader ALWAYS defends him? for example in the dodgeball episode where he's happy about winning against the asians and tge gang says "shut up pip!" the reader just yells "YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING R3T4RD5!!" then immediately goes soft on him and says "don't listen to them. you did a great job" or when kyle insults him she goes "ah shut up you chr!st k!ll3r"

and also the reader has been known to beat ppl up in younger grades "

– @kenjithesquidiot

A/N: LMAOOAOOA I LOVE THIS i had to rewatch the episode to make sure i got the dialogue right 👍👍

poor, poor, boy. pip is always mistreatened. incredibly nice and awkward, people took advantage of that and took him as "weak" and "pathetic." you, on the other hand, oh no of course you wouldn't take that.

so during pip's first dodgeball game, when kyle went "come on, don't be a wuss! are you just gonna be a french pansy your whole life?!"

"i'm not fr- 😟" "THROW THE BALL YOU STUPID FROG. Goddamn if you didn't eat all those croissants you wouldn-"

he fell over with a yell and the others turn to see you angrily hovering over him–and they ALREADY knew that it was you who threw the ball. later chef walks by,

"o-okay that was pretty good, y/n 😃. but you're supposed to hit the kids on the other team,,"

"ow my nose–you broke my nose!!" kyle's whining breaks through

"SHUSH, i should rip your hair off so you won't have to wear that dumb h-"

"okay, okay kids thats enough 😧 that nose is bleeding pretty bad kyle, i think you might have to go to the nurse's office"

"N-NO ILL BE FINE AHA 😍"–panicked about going to the nurse. kyle had it coming as he was dragged outside by chef

glaring at the others as a warning, they step back. your stare however, turns into a softer expression as if nothing had happened as you turn to pip, comforting him in the process

during the actual game, chef peptalked pip, telling him to throw the ball at the other team. "yeah, and if you don't, you're a big dumbass european peice of crap!#*×*" "get him frenchy-" cartman and kyle both halt the second they notice your glaring daggers at them.

you didnt even notice the little guy won!!

however.,, oh god the national finals. players on your side, one by one DOWN. from clyde, to kyle, to cartman, to kenny, to YOU,,, now it was only pip left.

luckily, kevin caught up on an idea, and wrote it down on a piece of paper BUT not before asking for your permission. you were hesitant, but you eventually agreed. you knew it would help

so you watched him walk over to the opposite team and whisper to one of them, whilst handing the paper. he walked away and did what kevin told him

"thanks you american DUMBASS. YOU FRENCH PIECE OF CRAP, THROW THE BALL. Whats the matter, frenchy?!?! you got crepes in your ears??"

well would you look at that?? pip won. still the others told him to shut up when he celebrated but you ended up smashing each of their faces with the ball 😍

nevertheless, the others are still scared to the core when it comes to you, and them having to trashtalk pip to "motivate" him.

however, pip claims its always been you that pushed him up whenever he needs it:))

on a side note, hes INCREDIBLY smitten over you. he appreciates how you always defend him–although you do scare him too sometimes,,

so he often has to hold you back from beating up the others LMAO

fortunately, the others have minimized their picking on pip to a low (if you're not there, that is) you still manage to find out anyway, and they'll get what they deserve

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Reblogs are appreciated !

[gegewrites]

mr.whites daughter  8-binding link

Jesses pov- End of rehab-

(y/n) didn't visit me during the last month of my rehab. I didn't know why, she didn't call or anything. Mr.white came and picked me up, we didn't go to his house, but instead to a condo. "Having a temporary switch in residency." He said and pointed to the couch,"that's yours." "Great." I dropped my bag next to the couch and sat down,"you hear from (y/n)?" "No not really." He shook his head,"a lot has been going on." I nodded and he raised his brow. "I thought she visited you quite frequently." "She didn't come at all this month, didn't hear from her." I shrugged my shoulders. "She's been pretty busy trying to keep a lot of things in our family intact right now." He admitted and I nodded. "Why? Why does it fall onto her?" "Well..."he shook his head,"I honestly Don't even know. It just somehow has." "Cause she's the oldest and is the binding link to it all?" I raised my brow. "I guess so." He nodded,"last time k spoke to her she said Saul has had her working a lot of overtime at the office." "Overtime, that's one way to put it." I muttered and rubbed my face. "What do you mean?" "Just forget it man." I shook my head,"I'm gonna go get my car and swing by my aunt house." "Where's your car?" "(y/n)s apartment." I stood up,"her place is like...a 20 minute walk from here you know right?" "I actually Had no clue." I nodded. "Aight man, do you have my money?" I stood up. "Saul has it, but ur not getting it unless you're clean." "Yo I just did three months and rehab and listened to how the director or whatever killed his 6 year old daughter cause of his addiction. I'm staying clean, I'm not usin again." He nodded and gave me a smile. "Good, good."

(y/n)s car wasn't at her apartment, but I was able to get my keys since she put them in my trunk. I went to my aunts house and found out they were fixin it up and were gonna sell it. My dad wouldn't even let me inside or really even look at me. So I went to sauls office right away. I pushed the glass door open and walked to the front desk. "Saul free?" I asked the lady and she called into his office. "Okay." She hung up the phone,"he's currently on a phone call but said you could go in. I walked away and to the door. I opened it and he was walking around his office on a call, he had one of these earpieces In. I closed the door, (y/n) wasn't in here. "How come I'm the one paying you? You should be paying me at this point." His back was turned towards me,"okay well thats true," he chuckled,"I'll see you soon." "Yo." I said as he pressed the earpiece and hung up the call. "If it isn't the Prodigal himself! Out of rehab and a whole new person with a buttload of cash!" He chuckled walking to his desk and picking up my duffel bag,"how you been?" I didn't answer him as I unvelcrode the peice that held the leather handles together,"how was rehab?" "Fine." I said as I moved a stack of files off of the table by his couch and sat down. I unzipped the back and started counting. "You're looking better, I'll give you that." I glanced up at him and went back to Counting, stacking the bars of cash. "I got a job." "For me?" "Yeah for you, my parents are selling my house, and i want it back." He nodded. "Sounds only fair." He shrugged his shoulders and the door opened. It was (y/n). "If you send me out to get you another fuckin latte during mid day traffic again, I will fuckin shoot you." She handed him a Starbucks cup, she didn't realize I was there till he cleared voice and motioned towards me with his head. "Holy shit." She was in a red pencil skirt and a black button up long sleeve. "Yo." I smiled, I couldn't help it. "When the fuck did you get out?" "Like an hour ago, your dad picked me up." She nodded,"so you gonna help me buy my aunts house or what?" "Definitely." He smiled as i put the cash back in the bag. "Wanna leave the room for a second (y/n)?" I asked and she looked at Saul and he nodded. "Alright, sure." With that she walked out and I walked past the table and to Saul. "I wanna make one thing clear with you right here, right now." I stoped a foot away from him,"leave (y/n) the fuck alone, alright?" He raised his brow at me,"you put a Fuckin finger on her, or make one move towards her from this day on. That Ditch Mr.white and I brought you to when we first met...you'll be staring at the stars from 6 feet down while bury you alive. Understood?" He gave me a smug look and took a step towards me. "I'll make sure to ask her what her opinion on that is."he smiled,"your not the first guy to come in here and threaten me and you sire as hell won't be the last." "Yo Anything under that shirt and skirt you bought her, that's mine, alright?" "Again, I'll her about what she thinks. Then again, its her choice." He walked past me and to the door and opened it,"I need you to get me in touch with the realestate for his aunts house." "I'll get on it." She smiled and looked at me,"you need somewhere to stay till then?" "Fuck ya, I'd prefer to crash on ur couch and not ur dads." "I'll meet you there after work then." She smiled and k nodded. I walked over and grabbed the duffle and gave one last look at Saul as he smiled at me. "Drive safe and walk the right path kid." "Whatever you say man." I smiled and left the room.

I met up with (y/n) at her apartment at 5. I was sitting in the stairs, smoking a cigarette when she pulled in. "When did you get here?" She asked closing the door and locking it. "A few minutes ago." I stood up and she walked up the stairs, gotta admit, her ass looked great in that skirt, probably why Saul bought it. "Gonna have the meeting tomorrow with the agent and your parents." She unlocked the door,"he's gonna make sure you get that house." I tossed the cigarette into the grass and picked up my bags as we walked in. She closed the door behind us and locked it. "I gotta question." I put my bags down, and she hummed,"you gonna keep Fuckin him?" "He asked me almost the same thing before I left." She walked down the hall and to her bedroom and I followed.

"I told him I'd have to thing about it." She sat down of the edge of the bed and took her heels off as I leaned on the door frame,"and I though about it in the ride here." She stood up and started unbuttoning her shirt,"and I came to the conclusion that..." she shrugged her shoulders,"I wasn't sure." "What do you mean?" She turned around ss she untucked the shirt from her skirt and took it off, her bra was red, and she pointed to the zipper on the back of her skirt so I unzipped it for her even though she could've done it herself. "We'll, your fresh out of rehab." She looked over her shoulder at me and stepped out of the skirt and tossed them in the hamper,"maybe it's to early for us to get involved with each other." "If you didn't wanna get involved with me, then like why I am here?" I crossed my arms as she turned around. I swallowed as she walked over to me, in a full, dark red lace set. "Because I need you to change my mind." Her face was a few inches away from my, my arms uncrossed my hands hands found their way onto her waist and I pulled her onto me. "You want me to change ur mind?" I smirked and she nodded,"so smudging that lipstick snd making ur mascara run is gonna do that?" "Maybe." She whispered,"it might not." "Did you like it when he fucked you? Treating you like some whore that he could have at the snap of his fingers?" I raised my brow. "Again that's why I need you to change my mind." "Because you enjoyed it?" She took a deep breath and nodded,"and now it feels...what wrong?" She moved away from me and sat down on her bed. "I mean, I liked it, I-I consented fo everything it wasn't like I was being forced-" "He's not what you want." I walked over and sat down,"he was like a temporary fix." "Yeah." She nodded. "First thing we're gonna do," I used my index and middle finger to make her look at me,"fuck his outta you, Then go through your closet, snd put all that fake business clothing deep in your closet, and get you back." "But the money is so good." She whined. "But this Dick I'm bouta give is gonna be so much better." Mu tongue swiped over my lip and she moved to straddle my hips and pushed me down, my hands found their way back to her hips as she lowered down, holding onto my shoulders. "But the money." She winced. "Forget the money and think about what's right." I smirked,"my Dick is forever, his cash? Temporary." "With how much I have right now, I won't even be able to spend it all by the time I'm 40." She laughed. "Exactly why you don't need his money." My hands moved back to her ass and I pulled her closer to me,"I'm all yours, so have me...Please." She lowered down and placed a kiss on my neck. "All mine?" "Bitch if you don't make me yours right now, I will make you mine." She kissed along my neck, I couldn't wait to see the stain her red lipstick made once we were done. I could feel Myself getting harder and harder each time her hips moved the slightest and she caught on and started grinding lightly. I felt her create that mark over my pulse point and I groaned. She sat up after she placed a kiss on it. My hand slid up her back and pinched the clip of her bra and she pulled it down her arms. The piercings she had in where plain with red gemstones in the shape of hearts. I ran my hands up her waist and to her boobs as she placed a soft kiss on my lips so I caught them before she could pull away. The kiss was slow, passionate, everything I've missed in these 3 months. I sat up as my hands moved to hold her so she didn't fall, her arms wrapped around my neck and she pulled away. "You're wearing too much." I cupped her cheek and used my thumb to wipe away the smudged lipstick with I knew had to be on my lips to and she laughed and confirmed it. I grabbed onto the bottom of my shirt as she let of me and I took it off, I used it to wipe away her lipstick and I used it to wipe away whatever was on my lips away. "That's better." I smirked as she bit her lip and I threw my shirt away from us and kissed her again, harder time and she didn't fail to respond. At some point when the kiss for pretty heated, I felt her hand creep into my hair, using it to pull my head back as she went back to my neck. She was making me hers.

She slowly slid down my lap, kissing my chest, my ribs and my stomach till she made it to jeans. She looked up st me through her lashes as she undid my belt, unbuttoned Smd unzipped my jeans. Then her phone rang, she looked towards the door like she was debating grabbing it, and well she stood up smd walked oit. I kicked my sneakers and socks off and slipped oit of my jeans as I Walked out of the room.

When I heard her talking, I was no longer horny, the feeling being taken over by concern. "I- mom. Mom. Mom! I can't pick a fuckin side between you both!" She sat down on the couch,"I know nothing about him making meth I swear to god." My brows furrowed in confusion and worry,"I've already told you, I had no clue that dad was- I was not withdrawing on meth it was Cocaine I've told you this a lot of time already." I leaned against the wall by her counter as she rubbed her face and bit her lip,"I'm done with this bullshit, alright? I'm really Fuckin over it. You, dad, and junior are constantly calling me about this shit, I'm not Fuckin doing it anymore okay? Im done. D-o-n-e. Done." She hung up the call and flipped her phone close. "Your mom knows?" I asked and she looked up at me and I watched a tear fall down her cheek as her eyes flooded. "He Fuckin told her." Her jaw tightened,"and now I'm supposed to fix it all apparently." "Your dad mentioned that earlier." I said as i walked over. she grabbed her cigarettes out of her purse and slid one out and grabbed her lighter off the coffee table and lit it. "It never Fuckin ends." I sat down next to her and she moved to lean into me and I wrapped my arm over her shoulder as she took a drag. "That's why you didn't come this month, huh? Staying at the office so you had an excuse to not answer their calls, working overtime." "Bingo." She exhaled with a nod. "Your dads smart, he'll work something out with her." "I can only hope."I stole the cigarette from her fingers and took a drag,"I'm sorry, that completely my mood." "It's fine, don't worry about it." I shook my head and saw her look at me so I looked down at her,"wanna go get some food?" "That's be great."