#stoner? I hardly know her

[memesterotwpod]

Memester Of The Week - Season 2

Ep. 2- Mordecai's Bizarre Adventure (part 1)

Hmm. I wonder what Mordecai is doing right now?

#monster of the week #podcast #actual play #ttrpg #motw #ttrpg podcast #ttrpg character #podernfamily #supernatural #stoner? I hardly know her

[alvojake]

While it Lasted | Jake Sim - Profiles; ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

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𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭

「notes」 : YAYAYAY!! I'm so excited to start this smau! this isn't the first time I've written one, the first one was an ateez smau on wattpad haha. but I hope you guys enjoy this as I am about to enjoy making it! feedback is greatly appreciated too, I wanna know what you guys think!! there may or may not be more characters added later on but we'll see! but tysm and ily all <33

𝟑:𝟑 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨;

𝐘/𝐍; the new girl in town. she moved to a new town with her brother in hopes of starting new one after a fallout with her parents. quickly became the center of attention, much to her despise. is a full-time university student but also works part-time to take care of her brother, even if he refuses to take any money she gives him. she can have quite a temper, which is how she met jacob.

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛; the first decent person that y/n met. he actually pulled her out of an argument when things got a little heated, ultimately saving her from humiliation and getting in trouble. seems like an idiot, but is actually one of, if not the smartest in the group. full-time university student, but takes up shifts at the local cafe. always seems to get roped into helping eric with his homework.

𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐚; kinda self-appointed herself as y/n's friend, met her while at the campus library, and just started dragging her along. full-time university student though she hardly shows up on time for class. known around campus as 'the plug' and is one of the biggest stoners. very bubbly but will not hesitate to chew you out if she sees fit.

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨; full-time university student. the local 'playboy' of their group, though he's all talk and no bite. will flirt with anything that breaths within a 5-mile radius of him. he's a huge troublemaker but always seems to sweet talk his way out of any punishments. much like jacob he may seem like an idiot but he's quite smart.

𝐘𝐞𝐣𝐢; met y/n through jacob after he brought her to their little hang-out area during their lunch. full-time university student but works part-time at the local cafe as well. seen as the 'mom' of the group, very sassy and blunt, but really she isn't sure how else to express her emotions.

𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐜; the 'baby' of the group, will act like a literal child from time to time. he and y/n instantly clicked and became quick friends. full-time university student. always seems to find a way to lighten the mood, even in the darkest of situations. more street-smart than book-smart. is quite literally willing and ready to go to war for his friends at any given moment.

𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐢 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥;

𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞; the biggest player known on campus; thanks to his charisma, he's won over almost all of the girls' hearts on campus. a full-time student though you'll frequently find him in jay's garage smoking or slacking off. has had his eyes on y/n since the moment he saw her on campus. seems heartless and cold 99% of the time, but it is actually a sweetheart if you dig deep enough.

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧; a full-time university student. for the lack of better words he's the most heartless out of the four boys. he had little remorse, nor did he really care about anyone's feelings but his own. very blunt and cocky. even despite his cold personality, he always has a multitude of girls swooning for him.

𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠; a full-time university student, jake's best friend, and is also the campus's resident fuck boy. is the biggest flirt known to mankind. was the one that suggested the bet to jake and encouraged him to do it. much like sunghoon, he couldn't care less about anyone else's feelings. will show up to class high as a kite with no shame.

𝐉𝐚𝐲; the resident party animal and stoner, not a weekend goes by that he isn't throwing a party or getting high off his ass in his garage. much like heeseung, he will show up to class high and not give two shits. is also a pretty big flirt and is always luring girls to his bed during parties. told jake that if he wasn't going to take the bet, he wouldn't mind going after y/n himself. will flirt shamelessly with y/n despite her showing little to zero interest in him.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬;

𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐛; y/n's little brother, is and can be very protective of his sister. is a very sassy boy and his mouth seems to always get him in tight situations. though most of the time, he is pretty chill. in his last year of high school. lives with y/n after moving away from home with her, but no matter how hard he tries to help her with any payments, he's shot down.

𝐍𝐢-𝐤𝐢; jongseob's best friend, pretty much lives with the kim siblings with how much he's over. in his final year of high school though you will literally find him anywhere except for school, which always leaves y/n questioning how he's made it this far. self-appointed fashion designer for y/n anytime she goes out.

𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫; another friend of jongseob's, him and niki are referred to as the twin towers of their little group with how tall they are compared to seob. also, in his last year of high school, he's a goofy kid who always says the most out-of-pocket things that will have everyone laughing. both he and niki have pretty much become brothers to the kim siblings.

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[chaoscriess]

hi, i've getting into euphoria recently and i was wondering if you could write some poly!maddie and cassie with a fem!reader? it could be some time after season 2 with them liking the same girl, because y'know we love a trainwreck. reader is pretty normal, sort of like a background character but she's pretty charming and playful and just has no idea about any drama at school. she only knows these 2 as those girls who fought each other in lexi's play, poor girl has no idea what's going on. in truth, i just wanna see a trainwreck with maddie and cassie with a completely oblivious reader. sorry if it's a little long ;-;

I absolutely love this idea it literally temporarily got rid of my writers block tysm.

poly!maddie and cassie x reader

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒! none

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! swearing, might not be exactly what was requested, I was feeling a bit too fluffy.. oops..

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended

two months ago, you didn't have a clue what was going on between maddy perez and cassie howard. as far as you were concerned, they were just two ex best friends who both happened to like you. however, it was much more than that. you knew about nate jacobs, and the fact that he has been on-and-off with maddy, but you had no clue that cassie had been with him too.

you had your own little circle, consisting of stoners who never payed any attention to anything, and people who genuinely didn't care about their education, who hardly ever went to class. so when you asked your friends what had happened, they were clueless as well.

you'd never truly tried to find out what had happened between the girls though, or why they fought, even though you were friends with lexi. in all honesty, you thought it would be better if you stayed oblivious. why? because you knew that finding out could change the way you viewed them, and you weren't ready for that.

lexi had told you about a week ago that they liked you, and you had been thinking about what to do ever since. neither of the girls had ever been in a poly relationship, and you were certain that they never would be. you hadn't been in one either, the closest you had gotten was being in a open relationship.

however, when you got word from lexi that she had talked to cassie for you, your view on the situation changed.

"wait.. so, you like y/n, right?" cassie looked over at lexi, panicking and trying to figure out how she knew. "um, what? no, why would you even think that? that's like, so gross.. like who even is she?!" lexi laughed at her sisters behavior and rolled her eyes. "yeah, okay. you know maddy likes her too, right?" cassie sighed and looked away, now upset. "yes obviously I know, lexi." lexi muttered an 'ookay..' and thought about what to say next. she wanted to get cassie to be open to at least the idea of being in a relationship with y/n and maddy, she thought that maybe it would help it actually happen. of course, she didn't think this was the greatest idea, but she would do anything for y/n, even if it meant getting her sister into a potentially toxic relationship.

"so... would you ever like, be in a relationship with her and maddy? like if you were both dating y/n... separately? I don't know if that makes sense so.." cassie cut her off by yelling 'no!' and she turned to face the wall. "well.. I guess maybe, but I'm tired of sharing everyone with maddy. I guess if y/n really wanted it then yeah.." lexi smiled and got up, mumbling a quick thanks before leaving cassies room, leaving her to yell after her in a panicked voice. "wait you're not going to tell her, are you?... lexi?!"

yeah, she told you. you were really happy, you pretty much just got cassie to agree to a poly relationship with you and maddy. both of the girls would be dating you but not eachother, you didn't see a problem. you didn't know about their past with nate, so you didn't worry about them getting jealous of one another. all you had to do now was get someone to ask maddy if she would, and then ask them both yourself.

it wasn't as easy as it sounded.

you spent days asking around, trying to get someone who talked to maddy to talk to you. finally, you had settled on rue. even though you and rue didn't know eachother very much, she found your situation amusing, and wanted to help. so, she did the same thing lexi did, and asked her if she would ever date you while cassie did as well.

maddy was more adamant about not wanting to do it, but a few days later, you had got a message from her in the middle of the night, asking to meet up at a local 24-hour diner.

when you arrived, you found maddy sitting at a booth in the back. she stood up when she saw you walking towards her, and motioned for you to follow her back outside, behind the diner, where you found cassie waiting. it was cold and raining, but the three of you stood far apart from eachother in silence until cassie spoke up. "maddy, why the fuck are we here?" maddy sighed and stomped lightly, mud splashing onto her legs. she tried to speak a few times, but only ended up blubbering like a fish. she felt pathetic. "I just.. well I wanted to.. um.. well.. y/n can I talk to you alone?" you nodded and walked around the side of the building, until you were just out of earshot of cassie. or so you thought. cassie heard everything the two of you said.

"okay, fuck. I like you. kind of, like a lot.. and I want to be with you. and I know that cassie likes you too so I just want you to pick one of us and move on. please." you stared at her for a moment, but in your head you were bouncing off the walls and running in circles. maddy just told you that she likes you. holy shit on a stick. that was not something you were expecting to hear.

you opened your mouth to speak, but stopped when cassie came around the corner with her arms crossed and a baffled look on her face. "are you fucking kidding me? you brought her here to make her choose between us?" maddy sighed as cassie walked towards the two of you. "listen, its not going to work out if we do it any other way, I just figured we could get it over with." you stood there in silence as the two went back and forth, praying to god they wouldn't break out into a fight.

you backed up a few feet as the girls started to get closer to each other, and they noticed immediately. the two of them turned to you and stopped with their argument, before stepping away from eachother. cassie licked her lips and took a deep breath before gathering her courage to speak. "can't we just.. both date her?" maddy looked at her with wide eyes and her mind immediately went to rue. "wait, did rue talk to you too?!" cassie looked at her with a confused frown on her face. "..what? no, lexi di- nevermind."

you tried to hide the smile that was forming on your face. cassie actually just suggested that you be in a poly relationship. maddy sighed and looked around for a minute, before crossing her arms and speaking. "well.. I guess we could.."

and so, after a few weeks, you all got comfortable. it took maddy and cassie a bit more time than you, but you eventually made it work, even if you still have your ups and downs. now, you couldn't be happier.

#chaos calling! #chaos' army #cassie howard x maddy perez #cassie howard x reader #cassie x reader #cassie howard #maddy x cassie #maddy x reader #maddy perez x reader #maddy perez #euphoria #euphoria x reader

[little-star-bun]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ 𝙇𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙥𝙩｡ 𝟮 ɞ˚‧｡⋆

because you all liked the first one so much, i have more for you &lt;;33

warnings: 18+ Lesbian fanfiction!! Men and Minors DNI!! masturbation, low-key stalking, Ellie is a bottom, mentions of drug use;;

enjoy angels ♡♡

I do not own Ellie or anything associated with TLOU.

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✎ ;;

Loser! Ellie is a stoner. She has joint butts littering her car and her room. She smokes after school, before work, after work. Pray for her lungs please.

She wants to smoke with you. She low key fantasizes about getting you high for the first time, to watch your eyes turn red and your lips form around the blunt.

She made a playlist and fills it with songs that remind her of you. She's so stereotypically lesbian it hurts.

She has at least a dozen drawings of you in her journal. Sometimes she'll sit in her car, watching you talk with your friends while she doodles you. Sometimes using your social media as references. But it's so sweet the way she adored every feature of yours :((

Like I mentioned last time, she definitely whimpers and begs. I love top! Ellie, but let's be honest, she's a total bottom. She loves to think of you touching her, eating her wet cunt. She genuinely has so many perverted thoughts of you. She wants you to take control of her, make her do anything to give yourself pleasure. Use her face to masturbate, please.

Not just that, but she watches porn thinking about you. She can't help it, she's just so in love. Loves to rub her needy cunt to videos of girls scissoring and cumming, thinking of how she could try it with you.

One day you had asked her if she finished the homework. You were out and hadn't had time to do it. Poor girl could hardly speak, handing you the answers before you could even finish asking.

Your words had played in her head for three days straight. "You're a life saver, Ellie!"

Later that night you even texted her.

[Thanks again! Seriously, I owe you one.]

She stared at the message, heart racing. Come on Ellie, say something clever!!

[No problem, I'll take you up on that one day!]

Nice.

[You're cute. Goodnight, Ellie.]

She had stared at the conversation for hours. She couldn't believe you had been so grateful to her that you texted.

She was so flustered that of course she had gotten hot and bothered, touching herself through her boxers at the way you called her cute.

Shes a gamer, duh, preferring open world rpg shooters. She's tried every cringe game at least once. Fortnight, World of Warcraft, Valorant. She loves GTA and RDD. Her perfect night is just sitting in her room, smoking a joint, playing on her XBOX. (XBOX is superior idc)

She did get the Sims, making a sim of you and then a sim of her. She made you two have a dog (she didn't even know if you liked dogs). And she makes them woohoo. Alot.

Definitely plays with mods and cc. She has wicked whims and basemental. Loves looking at your Sims tits and making them get high together.

And the drawings I've mentioned before? Half of them, you're half or fully naked. She loves to sketch your boobs, your curves. Makes her mouth water. She has no shame, she masturbates to them when she's done.

Her major is defined the arts. She loves to paint and draw and sculpt. She may not seem like it, but she's such an artistic person. Sometimes you'll see her walking around with clay or paint on her hands. It's honestly adorable :(( Thinks of your body as a work of art fs.

Def shops at Spencer's and Hot Topic. She's so fucking emo and cringe. Reddit user vibes.

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My requests and asks are open!! I'm so bored, please send some!!

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© 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎-𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛-𝚋𝚞𝚗 — 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚢, 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖, 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝, 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔!

#ellie smut #little-star-bun #loser Ellie #Ellie Williams #Ellie Williams is so cute i wish she was real #Tlou Headcanons #Ellie is my girlfriend actually #Lesbian Ellie #Lesbians #Wlw smut

[liminal-space-lesbian]

Loser

Pairing: Enid Sinclair x fem!reader

Summary: You've had a crush on Enid for the longest time, but she was with Ajax. Ajax, who was boring and uninspiring and not thoughtful at all. You couldn't help but feel jealous, knowing you could treat her better than him.

Warnings: unrequited love, jealousy / envy, Ajax slander

Words: 910

Part Two // Part Three // Part Four

Enid Sinclair.

The perfect girl.

She's bubbly, loyal, easygoing, funny, and not afraid to stand up for what's right. She's gorgeous, inside and out. Her cute dyed hair, her pretty blue eyes, her smile- God her smile.

She's everything.

And he's just... him.

He's... a loser. Just some Stoner kid with the personality of a wheat thin. Him and his stupid hoodies, him and his stupid dumb smile and stupid laugh. Why, why, why did Enid like him? He was rather boring, not much to offer conversationally. He was attractive you supposed, but not that attractive. Maybe he was a good kisser? God, you really didn't want to think of him kissing Enid.

It was all so unfair. Why couldn't she see him for what he was? He's just a loser. Some kid, with nothing special or particularly interesting about him. Hell, on their first date he stood her up, and didn't even bother telling her why! You would never have done that to her.

If only she saw you. She'd maybe realize....

You'd do anything for her- move heaven and earth- anything she asked. You'd get her flowers every week, make sure to get her favorites and not just red roses like Ajax. You knew Enid was partial to peonies. You also knew she didn't like dark chocolate, unlike Ajax who always bought her assorted chocolates. You knew she hated pineapple on pizza, you knew her favorite artist was Lana Del Rey, you knew her favorite color was pink but she also favored yellow. She preferred gold jewelry, she only liked her coffee sweet, and she never ate pancakes for breakfast ever since she had the stomach flu when she was twelve.

But Ajax- that stupid boy- didn't know hardly any of these simple things about his own girlfriend. He buys her silver jewelry, Taylor Swift albums, dark chocolate- all the little things he should notice he just doesn't.

But you do.

And yet.... Enid sees Ajax and not you.

You suppose that makes you bitter and jealous. Probably toxic to some degree as you glare at them during lunch, while Enid sits in Ajax's lap, telling him about her day as he gazes at her with glazed over eyes. 'Is he even listening?' You think bitterly as you clench your jaw, suddenly losing your appetite.

"Jeez, I'm not a fan of Ajax either, but you look like you're trying to blow him up with your mind. You good, girl?" Yoko asks as she takes a seat next to you, stealing a french fry off your tray. You push your tray towards her, no longer hungry as you see Ajax and Enid begin making out.

"Yeah I'm just peachy." You say drily as you pry your gaze away from the two to look at Yoko, who looks unimpressed. She heaves a sigh and rubs her forehead wearily.

"Listen, I know you've had a thing for Enid for like, years, but you really need to let it go. She has a boyfriend and it doesn't look like they're breaking up any time soon. There's so many other girls too! Don't miss an opportunity just because you're so hung up on Enid." Yoko says, her voice slightly uncertain as she speaks, a hint of worry in her tone. You knew somewhere in the back of your mind Yoko was just trying to be a good friend, and you knew she was probably right. Your heart however didn't care, bitterness and envy swelling in your chest like acid.

"I don't want other girls. I don't care about other girls. Enid is just- she's different. There's nobody like her, shes so sweet, and pretty and smart and warm. And loyal! I mean look what she did for Wednesday last year!" You huff angrily as you look back towards Enid, seeing her and Ajax now standing and saying their farewells, Enid giving Ajax a big hug and a kiss before happily skipping away. 'I wish she hugged me like that.'

"I know... but still it's not healthy to keep pining after her like this. She just... doesn't see you like that." Yoko said gently, her gaze soft as she tried to catch your gaze. You felt a familiar squeezing in your chest at her words.

"I know but... I don't think I can help it." You say softly as you look down at your tray. standing up and taking it with you, dumping the rest of your food in the trash before heading to your next class, ignoring the lump in your throat.

How could you think such cruel things about Ajax anyways? Why must jealousy burn you up from the inside? Why couldn't you just be happy for Enid? She seemed pleased enough in her relationship. So what if she wasn't with you, so long as she was happy, right? You just couldn't help but feel she would be happier with you. Such a selfish thing to think.

In the end, Ajax was with Enid, not you.

Perhaps you were the one who was a loser.

#enid sinclair x reader #enid sinclair #wednesday tv series #unrequited love #jealousy

[belevant-candy-corps]

‘Excuses, Excuses’

Yuji x Y/N

One Shot:

“I’m heading out!” I stood up and slung my backpack on my shoulder. The occult club mandatory meeting was finally over after an hour and a half of eating snacks and talking about recent news.

Yuji and I usually walked home together but he said that some of his family was in town for his grandfather’s funeral. Jin had been like my own family. Ever since I met Yuji, his grandfather welcomed me with open arms. It hit me pretty hard when yuji told me about it, I know that it hit yuji much harder. I felt bad, I had known first hand how hard it was to lose someone you care deeply about. I wished that he would let me be there for him.

Yuji waved to me as I walked out of the abandoned classroom. I believe it used to be a French language classroom but a few years ago the teacher quit and no one wanted to continue teaching. I slid the door open and walked into the almost empty halls. The majority of the clubs were on the first floor or outside. I walked past the blue lockers and towards the stairs. My backpack bounced as I walked down the steep stairs. I walked down from the third floor to the ground floor before I turned down another hallway. Once I got to my locker, I turned the lock as I entered the combination. Twice to the left and stop on 32, turn to the right and pass up the next number once, stop on 24, then go to your next number, 7. I opened my locker and took my backpack off my back. I stuffed it into the locker before shutting the door with a slam. I looked around to see if anyone had heard. The only people I saw were a few stoners. I don’t think I would ever understand why people used and abused drugs.

I turned and walked back down the hall and towards the exit. As I exited I got a bad feeling, like something bad was going to happen… I brushed it off as nothing and continued to walk out the door. If there was one thing I could go back and change about that day, I would’ve gone to yuji and convinced him not to get in his aunt's car.

Slight time skip—

I hardly had enough time to process what had just been said to me before one of Yuji's distant relatives hung up the phone. My breath got caught in my throat. Warm beads of tears flooded out of my tear ducts. I sucked in a gulp of breath. I tried to make some kind of sound, the kind that people make when the worst news had been presented to them, nothing came out. My mother walked out of the kitchen into the living room where I was having my breakdown. My back hunched over and my legs started to shake and bounce. Tears fell into my hands and on top of my legs. I clenched my hands so hard that they left a bloody mark.

“What’s wrong?!” My mother sounded more angry that my tears got onto the couch than concerned for my well being. She stood in front of me, her legs visible from my position on the couch.

“Could you dr-drive me to the hos-hospital?” My voice cracked and hiccuped in the middle of my sentence but I think it got the point across.

We got to the hospital after less than ten minutes. I opened the car door in a rush and ran across the parking lot, making a car hit the brakes. I almost ran into the automatic doors I was running so fast. I tried not to cry as I talked to the front desk lady. She told me that he was being held on floor three but I couldn’t go inside of the hospital room. I nodded at the information and walked to the elevator. My mother had just reached the automatic doors when I pressed the button to go up. She walked up to me and tried to make small talk. I think that she got the hint that I didn’t want to talk at the moment.

As we waited for the elevator I finally took in my surroundings and looked around the room. The wide white walls were bright and stung my sore eyes. The lady at the desk looked at her computer in front of her and wrote something down in her book. There were three men and a child sitting in front of the entrance windows. To my left was a hall with a sign hanging from the ceiling. It read ‘Residential Rooms’ with an arrow pointing in that direction. The clean sanitizer smell flooded my nose. I breathed in the smell as the sound of a bell rang throughout the room. The elevator couldn’t have gotten here slower, I walked inside and let my mother walk in after me before spam pressing the third floor button and the close doors button. Quiet music played in the background as I stared into a mirror at myself, I looked like shit. My eyes were red and somewhat puffy, my hair was a mess, and my clothing was messed up. I didn’t take any time to fix those things, just stared into the reflection.

The elevator door opened allowing us to step out. I walked over to the next lady at a desk. She told me that he was in stable condition but wasn’t awake. She told me to go sit down with Yuji's family. I walked over to them. My mother sat down across the room and smiled at her phone. I felt out of place around these people who I had never met in my entire life. They probably thought I was crazy for sitting with them.

A nurse dressed in blue walked out to alert us that he could have visitors. He still wasn’t awake but she reassured us that he was going to make it but that he was in a coma for the time being. She said something about the coma being caused by medication, but I was honestly just thinking about Yuji. Only family could visit him so I sat back in my chair. Two of the family members walked down the hall leaving three others plus me.

I thought about what might’ve happened. On the phone, they only told me that I was Yuji’s emergency contact and that he was in the hospital. The last I saw of him he was fine… What could’ve happened between the last time I saw him and now? I decided to ask one of the family members, eager to know what happened to my best friend. “He got into a car accident with his aunt…” The old woman I asked seemed hesitant to explain things to me. She said that in a hushed voice like she was trying to make sure that no one else heard.

“Thanks,” I thanked her for sharing what she knew and returned to my own bubble. I started imagining the accident. I imagined Yuji flying out of a car, his head hitting the ground and busting. I imagined blood flying everywhere, glass shattering, and a car exploding as Yuji’s head flies from inside the car. I hoped that nothing bad happened but I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering.

A hand touched my bouncing leg. “I think it’s only a mild concussion and scratches.” The same woman’s voice spoke to me. I lifted my head up to look her in the eyes. Her blue eyes were faded and dark, just like her soul.

“Thanks.” I forced a smile, I’m pretty sure that it came out as a sad excuse for a half smile if anything. Hearing that it wasn’t that serious was a major relief. My leg calmed down and my hands stopped shaking so bad. A few scratches didn’t sound so bad.

I took a deep breath in. I sighed. Today was a nightmare. I leaned my head back onto the back of the chair. I closed my eyes and let myself drift away.

Minor time skip—

“Ah, sir..” a hand was placed on my shoulder before the thin hand moved off. My eyes opened, I looked around. I was in the same waiting room, except this time I was alone. I sat up, my legs stumbled as I grabbed my phone and walked out. My head was blank. I couldn’t think about anything without it connecting to yuji. I decided to take the stairs to avoid any questions.

I walked down the stairs before I finally got to the ground level. I walked out of the exit without sparing a glance to the desk lady. The cold air woke me up, remembering that I had no ride and that my mother probably went home made me want to scream even more than I already had. I used my phone to call a ride, I didn’t want to be a bother to anyone. The car arrived within a few minutes.

Once I got home, about ten minutes after I called a car, I went straight to my room. I didn’t bother to check my phone but I figured it was pretty late. I ended up falling asleep before I could undress or even take a quick shower. My final thoughts were about yuji.

-morning-

I woke up to my god awful alarm. I sat up, my legs still inside of the warm comfort of my blankets. Today was Wednesday, the day after yuji was put inside the hospital. The lady said that it was just a minor accident that provided little comfort. If it had truly just been a minor accident like she said, I wondered if Yuji would be at school today. Probably not…

I stood up and walked towards my dresser. I threw on the first thing I could find before heading to the bathroom. I took care of my personal hygiene before I realized that I had nothing more to do. I slipped on the most comfortable pair of shoes I had and slipped out of the house towards my bus stop. Me and Yuji would walk to school but since he wouldn’t be here I figured that I should get ready to be riding the bus.

My bus got here sooner than I expected, I would’ve missed it if I hadn’t left when I did. I took a seat in the very front. The ride was quick, only three or so stops after my own. We got to school within a few minutes. We got there much earlier than me and yuji would get there if we had walked. The bus pulled into the school lot and let us out after one of the teachers had instructed them to open their doors. Everyone walked in through one entrance, I evidently got pushed around a bit in the crowd.

I got breakfast and was about to sit in my usual spot when I saw him. Yuji was sitting at our table. He had his book bag around his shoulder like always. His eyes were locked on mine, he held a slight smirk. The smirk turned to a slight smile when I sat down.

“What the fuck?” My voice held obvious happiness and curiosity with a tad of anger that I made sure to mix in. I whispered when I spoke, like I was scared that someone would hear. The slight smile he first had turned into a giant smile with all of his teeth. I had been so focused on his smile that I failed to notice that his head had bandages around it and scratches scattered around his face.

“It was a minor accident, I got out this morning,” he paused for a moment. His smile faded to a smirk again, his eyes becoming more narrow, more flirtatious. “My aunt told me that you stayed until after visiting hours were up.” His eyes looked me up and down, I realized that I was still standing, I sat across the table. That was a bit embarrassing, but I’ve had way more embarrassing moments with Yuji, not a big deal.

“Wait, so what’s with the bandage?” I was eager to know the diagnosis.

“I just got a minor concussion, doc says that it’s not serious, just some changes in my personality for a few days” He closed his eyes, when he opened them again I felt that he looked a bit more tired than usual.

“You okay?” My voice was laced with concern. I stood up to sit next to him. I placed my hand on top of a thin layer of white band aids. His head was hot under my hand, I felt his checks. His face was burning up. I knew they shouldn't have let him out so soon…

“Let’s go to the nurse.” I removed my hand from his face. I stood up, hooking my arm over his shoulder to support him. I walked him out of the cafeteria, into the hallway. After we walked down the hallway for a bit he rested his weight on me.

Out of nowhere, he stopped walking. “What’s wrong?” My voice was filled with concern. If he were to pass out I think it would take me about two minutes to get to the nurses office across the campus. He stopped using my shoulder to support his weight. The people around us looked at us weird, although no matter what they thought I was pretty sure that we were already labeled as weird. I looked around us for a teacher that could call someone if he possibly did pass out. I noticed that we had stopped in front of the janitor's office, which was just a closet in the wall. I thought that he had probably not started cleaning yet, he should have still been inside.

I opened the door, expecting to find the janitor sitting at his tiny desk in the corner of the room. The only thing I found was an empty red sofa, about the size of two chairs pushed together. Anything else wouldn’t have been able to fit. I walked inside to see if there was anything I could use to help Yuji. The only thing I found was some Ibuprofen…

“Do you want some ibuprofen?” I asked as I picked up the bottle. My back was still turned to him when I asked. I started to turn around before something or someone had pushed me onto the blood red sofa. The bottle was dropped onto the ground, seemingly spilling open. I opened my eyes with urgency. The first thing I saw wasn’t a bully, or any kind of object, it was yuji.

“What’s wrong?!” I first thought that he had passed out or something like that. But he was blinking fine, his chest was breathing, he didn’t look pale? I tried to lift him off of me but he wouldn’t bust.

I only understood his intentions after he kissed me. The kiss was deep and sloppy. Beads of saliva dripped down my chin. We took multiple breaks to catch our breath but they didn’t last long. I was able to open my eyes afterwards, I looked to the left of Yuji’s head. He must’ve closed the door before he tackled me onto the sofa.

Yuji pulled me back onto another kiss. His tender lips pressed on mine. Yuji’s hands slipped underneath my shirt, his hands pressed against my stomach and chest. He ended the kiss to travel down my chin before leaving dark hickeys along my neck. I hardly noticed him unzipping my cargo pants. The kisses on my neck stopped as he unzipped his own pants. He pulled down both my pants and underwear with one hand.

The thrusts started off slow, he was taking his time thrusting deep with each buck of his hips. His hands caress my chest. He leaned in, bending his neck to kiss my lips. His thrusts became faster, he used more force each time.

“Fuck,” he mumbled under his heavy breathing. I closed my eyes. I heard the sound of the bell on the other sound of the door. My eyes closed even tighter, I slid a hand over my mouth to keep any sounds from spilling out. In the background, I could hear the sounds of conversation and walking.

The thrusts shook the sofa, it lightly hit the wall. At some point I remember the intense shock and my erection becoming limp. Yuji continued for a while. I stopped counting how many times I came.

It would be hard for Yuji to come up with an excuse for this one.

#yuji itadori #jjk yuji #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk #smut #gay men #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #cross posted on wattpad #cross posted on ao3 #belevant candy corps

[polutrope]

bittersweet memories + uhh turgon or finrod?

Thank you for the prompt! Here's ~850 words of plotless banter between old friends. Warnings for a little recreational cannabis use. Stoner Turgon is so important to me. Posting these to AO3, here. Prompt list. Beleria Cast of Characters.

They passed through the blue light tunnel and emerged onto a wide open space. Here, the leafless trees were girded in twinkling green and red and gold, garlands of handmade lanterns strung between them. Illuminated wire sculptures of bears and wolves and reindeer glowed among the thick cedar trunks that stood sentinel around Doriath Botanical Gardens.

“Hey,” said Finrod, grinning at the exuberant display of holiday cheer. “Remember when you got me high that time we took my parents here?”

“Best way to do a festival of lights,” Turgon mused, deadpan. He sipped from the hot apple cider they’d picked up at the concession.

Finrod laughed. “I don’t know, I was freaking out. Remember I kept tying to comfort you, thinking you were crying when you were laughing? Hah! And my little sister was there too, wasn’t she? She was what, eight? Nine? She must have thought we were nuts.”

“Galadriel at nine? She probably knew exactly what was going on. Your dad knew, too, by the way.”

“What!” Finrod cried.

“Yeah, he called me out on it when you went and stared at the Santa actor for so long some poor volunteer had to escort you out. He thought it was funny, mostly.”

The path rounded a corner and they were greeted by the smiling face and raised arm of a giant mechanical snowman swaying from side-to-side.

“Yikes,” said Turgon. “That thing’s ugly.”

“Surprised my parents let me hang out with you then,” said Finrod, following the thread of his memories. “Seventeen-year-old kid with his cousin in university.”

“Excuse me. I was a very good influence. ”

“I’m surprised you let me hang out with you.”

Turgon shrugged. “You were always more interesting than the guys I went to school with. You got me out of my textbooks to do fun things, like going the light festivals. Smarter, too. Actually, I thought you were cooler than me.”

“Aw.” Finrod bumped shoulders with him. “That’s sweet, Turno. Didn’t know you thought so highly of me.”

“Oh, no. Back then. You’re a loser now.”

Finrod sighed heavily and knotted his arms across his chest.

“Hey— a joke, Ingo,” Turgon said, then looked down at him with that expression of concern that Finrod always found both reassuring and insufferably patronising. “Something up?”

“No, you have a point,” Finrod elaborated. “That was ten years ago, Turno, and what’s changed? I have two worthless arts degrees. Soon as I make any money I blow it trying to go ‘find myself’ in some distant land. I’ve worked in almost every coffee shop in the neighbourhood at this point. I’m still hung up on a girl I left five years ago. Pretty sure my roommate hates me.”

“Curufin hates everyone. Unless you mean Celebrimbor. That kid’s just weird.”

“No, of course not! I love Tyelpë.”

“There you go. It’s not all as grim as you make it out.”

“Oh come on, you know what I mean. You’re married to the love of your life. You have a beautiful daughter. You’re almost a professor.”

“Yeah, I do. And I love them, and I love my job. But I hardly sleep. I hardly spend any time with Elenwë or Idril anymore, and when I do my sister and her kid are there — I love Aredhel, I love my sulky little nephew, but they take up a lot of space. This is the first time I’ve been somewhere other than the university or my apartment in months. And do you know what postdocs make? Probably about the same as you’re earning at that coffee shop.” Turgon sipped his drink again. “Grass is always greener, Ingo.”

Finrod shook his head ruefully. “Sorry, I know.”

“It’s all right. I get it.” Turgon hooked an arm around Finrod’s shoulders and tugged him close. “You remember what granddad use to say?”

“You’ll figure it out, kid,” said Finrod.

“And then you’ll forget,” Turgon continued, mimicking Finwë’s sagacious drawl. “And then you’ll figure it out all over again.”

“That’s what keeps life from getting boring,” they said in unison.

At that moment, there was a burst of song, and to their right a fountain leapt up from the centre of the pond. Turgon stopped in his tracks, transfixed by the impressive choreography of light and water and sound.

“Ingo.” Turgon turned to him during a lull in the music. “I gotta tell you something.”

“Mm?”

“I’m high right now.”

“What! Tsk!” Finrod slapped his arm and Turgon snickered. Then he slid a small, colourful bag from his coat pocket.

“Gummies,” he said, opening the package. “You want one? They’re subtle, not like that stuff I used to smoke.”

“Gummies?” Finrod repeated. “You’re a gummy stoner now?”

“Shh.” Turgon chuckled. “I’m only a casual gummy user. You gonna take one or not?”

Finrod worked his fingers in the bag. “Of course I am,” he popped one in his mouth. “I can’t believe you were going to hide this from me.”

“I thought you might think I was a loser.” A carefree smile reached Turgon’s eyes. “Come on, fellow loser, let’s see some more lights — this time with a hundred percent more pop.”

#finrod #turgon #holiday prompts #beleria au #modern au #my fic

[specialinterestshows]

The two of you get closer in this latest installation of Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic

Warnings for this section: Cannabis (weed)

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 5/?): Stoner? I Hardly Know ‘er!

After being cleaned up with some soap and a rinse, your new bong is filled with water and at the ready - you just needed to pack a bowl. Walking over to the couch, you see Rhea sprawled out across the entire thing, vest on the ground, brow furrowed in thought, phone face down on her stomach.

“Where am I supposed to sit?” you ask, feigning offense.

“Sounds like a “you” problem,” she quips back.

“Then I guess I’m going to go pack and smoke this bowl aaaall by myself in my bedroom,” you pretend to head to your room, looking over your shoulder. Rhea sticks her tongue out at you before sitting up and setting her feet on the ground, freeing up the space next to her. Triumphantly grinning, you set up your supplies and sit down to pack a bowl.

Placing the flower, grinding it up, packing it in: the movements were second nature to you, a welcome task for hands you might not otherwise know what to do with. Once you’ve finished, you take a second to look at the piece as a whole, still struck by just how clean and new and pretty it was. Carefully eyeballing the volume, you’re sure this can hold more smoke than your last piece. Lighting the bowl, you inhale more slowly than usual, pulling the bowl and clearing up the thin smoke.

Turning to face Rhea, you see she’s ready, but before you can lean forward, her lips are pressed against yours. Blushing, you start exhaling as she inhales. Moving to pull away once you’ve expelled all your air, a strong, steady hand holds you in place. To your surprise and delight, Rhea slides the tip of her tongue past your lips, sending waves of electricity through your body. She gives your lower lip a bite, making you moan softly as she keeps kissing you hard. Time has stopped, the earth has fallen away, and the only people in existence are the two of you; at least, that’s what it feels like with her lips against yours.

A sensation like every atom in your being reaching to move with her takes you over as she pulls away. Opening your eyes, you see Rhea grinning at you, lipstick smudged, surrounded by thin smoke, and she starts to chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” you somehow manage not to sound flustered, but you’re probably still blushing.

“You should see your face. I sort of.. accidentally did your makeup,” she says between giggles.

You immediately pull out your phone, turn on the camera, and switch to the selfie option. One look at the lopsided black smudges all over and around your mouth and your laughter harmonizes with Rhea’s.

Bringing a tissue up to your mouth, you do your best to clean off the smudges while looking at yourself in your phone camera.

“What’s the matter?” Rhea joked, “Not liking your new makeover? And after all the hard work I put into it” she shakes her head.

“Guess you’ll just have to try again,” you grin, trying to seem nonchalant as you wipe off the last of the lipstick, despite wanting nothing more than to get lost in another kiss.

“Are you planning on keeping the messy look, then?” you glance at the streaks and smudges still sitting around her lips.

“Actually I was hoping I could borrow some makeup remover so I can go all-in on some good food,” she stands up, stretches, and saunters away, “It’ll help if I decide I want to kiss you more later, too.” Watching her disappear into the bathroom, you can’t tell if she’s joking or not.

A few minutes later, you look up to see Rhea exiting the bathroom, face completely without makeup. Her face looked so much softer without the hard lines and sharp contrast; even her eyes seemed kinder.

“Got any sunglasses I can borrow?” she asks, “I’m tired of being recognized and I want to go out to eat.”

“You know, you wouldn’t be recognized so easily if you wore more colors,” you suggest, half-joking.

“Not even an option,” Rhea responds stubbornly, arms crossed.

Getting up to rifle through your accessories, you grin and notice the small tug at your lips hurts your cheeks. Had you really been smiling that much?

As soon as you find a pair of sunglasses and hand them to Rhea, she asks, “So, where do we go to get some good food around here?”

[end part five of ?]

Part 6: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/723670163896041472/absolute-smokeshow-part-6-expectations

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[eddie-van-munson]

Nothing Like Chrissy Cunningham (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Requested by: @erikaar

Summary: When the Reader finds out Eddie used to have a crush on Chrissy Cunningham, it doesn't phase her. That is, until she starts hearing him say her name in his sleep. That's when she starts to worry. Little does she know, Eddie's dreams are a lot less pleasant than she might think.

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Almost-Smut (No Sex), Cursing, Drug Use (Weed/Mentions of Ketamine), Description of Chrissy's Death, Nightmares, Implied Sex

(I will get a "Read More" cut on this ASAP. Requests are OPEN, but the waitlist is long.)

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(A.U. Eddie survives the Upside Down and the gate is never opened into Hawkins. The murders of Chrissy, Fred, Patrick, and Jason are covered up by the government.)

Gareth's laugh woke you up. You groaned at the disturbance, rubbing your eyes as you turned over on the couch. Your legs tangled in a blanket when you moved, and you smiled softly to yourself, realizing Eddie had tucked one around you when you fell asleep.

He was sitting on the ground with his back up against the couch, giggling at something someone had said as he passed the bong to Steve and Robin. You smiled at the sight of movie night's newest invitees (or rather, now that they'd been hired at Family Video, sponsors).

Eddie's curls tickled you where they gazed your knees. You squirmed and rubbed your eyes, catching his attention.

"Hey baby." He rested his head against your hip and took your hand, smiling up at you as he grazed his thumb over your knuckles. "Did we wake you up?"

You yawned, which made Eddie smile. " 's okay. Pass the bong?" You reached out and made grabby hands.

"One sec..." Steve took one last hit, smoke pluming from his lips as he gave a short cough, and passed it over to you.

You could feel Eddie admiring you as you struck the lighter and look a pull, lifting the cone to breathe it in. You french inhaled, laughing softly at the dreamy look on Eddie's face as you passed him the bong.

"God, I could watch you smoke all fucking day, babe."

You gave him a sly grin, leaning down to pull him into a messy kiss. He groaned as you let him shotgun the left over smoke from your lungs.

Steve laughed loudly when Robin let out a groan, "Keep it in your pants, guys."

Eddie gave an evil little laugh, grinning as he stared up at you. "Nah, Buckley. You're just jealous of my stoner babe."

You laughed, crawling down off the couch to sit in his lap with your back against his chest. He held you tight, pressing a short kiss to your jaw.

Jeff chuckled, "God, I'm glad your taste in women has evolved. Can you imagine trying to pass a blunt with Chrissy Cunningham?"

Eddie gave an uncomfortable laugh, scratching his neck. "Yeah, man. That would've been crazy."

You giggled. "You had a thing for Chrissy Cunningham?"

"A thing? He was head over heels!"

"Aw!" You cooed. "Eds you never told me..."

Gareth grinnned, "You remember when she ran off with Jason Carver? We couldn't even mention her for weeks without you freaking out."

You could feel Eddie tensing up a little bit. Something was upsetting him. He went silent, nudging his nose into your hair, needily. Oh man, this thing with Chrissy must have been pretty serious. You reached a hand back to lace your fingers in his curls and give his scalp a comforting scratch. He hummed gratefully, relaxing into you again.

The room was silent. Steve and Robin gave each other a look, and Robin pulled a VHS from her bag, awkwardly. "I brought Weird Science!"

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Eddie snored softly as sunlight crept through the trailer window, painting the bridge of his nose delicately. He was perfect, his lips still kiss bitten and pink from your own, and he was yours. That should be enough, you thought.

Even so you'd hardly slept at all, and your muscles still couldn't relax even as you held him there in bed.

Something about the night before had made you worry. It wasn't often that he shut down the way he had, going quiet and tensing up. He shook it off when you asked him about it later, saying he'd just had a bad memory.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You cooed to him sweetly as you pet his hair, his eyes fixed where he was playing with a button on your night shirt.

"I'm ok. Just had to get it out of my brain is all. I should be alright now."

So, you left it there. Your brain often did the same, shoving some unpleasant memory to the forefront of your mind at random. Intrusive thoughts.

But right as you were about to drift off, you'd heard him hum something softly. You frowned. He only talked in his sleep when he was stressed. You sat up on your elbow, about to wake him gently, when the word left his lips again, breathless and hoarse.

"Chrissy..."

Your heart dropped into your stomach. Chrissy. He was dreaming about her.

You knew it was ridiculous to be jealous. Chrissy Cunningham had left Hawkins with Jason nearly a year ago.

He hummed it again, brow furrowing. Gently, you pressed your thumb against the spot, rubbing it gently to relax his frown. "It's ok baby."

He'd never mentioned Chrissy before. Not once. But the more you thought about her, the more your stomach twisted with concern.

He had to have really been heartbroken if he'd yelled at the Hellfire boys for just mentioning her name. Had they been together? Had he loved her?

Insecurity crept into your belly. Did he still love her? Was he dreaming about her because he missed her? Wanted her?

You were nothing like Chrissy Cunningham. Not that you didn't like her. She was great. All through High-School, she'd always been there, ready to help you out with homework or pair with you on a project. But as much as you admired Chrissy, you were polar opposites.

Chrissy did cheer. You were in Hellfire.

Chrissy wore pretty white sneakers. You wore chunky black boots.

Chrissy brought salads for lunch. You smoked weed with Eddie in his van until the next bell rang.

Chrissy wore perfectly pleated skirts and high ponytails. You wore baggy ripped jeans and let your hair do whatever the hell it wanted.

Up until now, you thought Eddie liked you like that. Rough around the edges, just like he was. Just like you'd always been.

But Chrissy. He'd been so in love with Chrissy. She was none of those things.

Your heart ached as you admired him there in the sun, tracing the freckles and beauty spots that appeared every so often across the warm expanse of his bare skin. You didn't notice his eyes flutter open. He watched you for a while as you traced your fingers in patterns over his arms. Your hair was messy and your eyes were tired, a frown gracing your features.

His voice was rough and whispery when he spoke, lifting his hand to graze his thumb across your frowning lower lip. "What's wrong, pretty girl?"

You kissed the pad of his finger, " 'm ok."

He pulled you closer, letting you curl up against him again. "You sure?"

You sit still for a moment, enjoying the warmth of his arms around you. There was a long silence as you thought.

"Are you sure there was nothing you wanted to talk about after last night, Eds? I was worried about you."

He shook his head, " 's nothing to be worried about, Princess. I'm sorry if I made you upset."

He took your hand, pressing kisses across your knuckles. You swallowed thickly. It's nothing to be worried about.

You tried to get it out of your head as you walked to work, your half frozen breakfast burrito not helping your stomach. No matter what you tried, the sound of his voice stuck in your head all day. You couldn't erase it.

"Chrissy..."

You were stiff that night when you crawled into bed again. Eddie looked concerned. You knew he did. Still, you kept your back to him.

An arm wrapped around your stomach, pulling you backwards on the bed until your spine pressed against his tummy. "When are you going to tell me what's bothering you, hm?"

You sighed, crossing your arms. "Nothing's bothering me, Eds."

"That's bullshit. You've barely smiled all day."  His warm hands wandered. You knew he was trying to relax you. Normally, you'd melt right into those touches. He brushed your hair from your neck and left teasing kisses there, a move that usually made you squirm and whine for him. He frowned at your lack of response.

"I'm fine, Ed's just don't feel good."

He gave a concerned frown, feeling your head. "Do I need to take you in? Get you a check up?"

You shake your head, "No. 's not like that."

"I see..." Eddie sighed. He trailed his hand up your thigh, sneaking the bottom of your shirt up so he could run his thumb along the waistband of your panties. "Maybe I could make it feel better then?"

Your muscles relaxed themselves just a little and you hummed, wanting him to take care of you. To show you he loved you.

He grinned, "That's my girl. Spread those legs for me just a little and I'll make you feel real good, again. Ok?"

His hand cupped your clothed heat, a wet spot forming on the center of your panties where he pressed the fabric against your middle.

"Fuck sweetheart..."

He whispered as he rubbed tight circles over the spot. You whimpered softly.

"Y/N..." His voice was soft and hoarse. Exactly how he'd said it the night before. "Chrissy..."

Your muscles immediately tensed at the thought. You grabbed his wrist and wrenched it away from you, sitting up quickly and moving to the end of the bed.

"Hey! Hey..." He fumbled after you, concern filling his voice as he searched your eyes desperately. "Are you ok? Baby, look at me. Did I hurt you?" He cradled your face, panic in his eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me about Chrissy Cunningham?"

He sat back and frowned, looking stunned. "Chrissy Cunningham?"

"Why didn't you tell me you loved her?" Your voice cracked pitifully as your eyes welled with tears. "I'm nothing like her, Eds."

"Wait...hold up...loved her? I never loved her. I had a crush on her for a little bit. That's all it was-"

"You've been saying her name in your sleep, Eddie."

He went silent.

You swallowed thickly, "After Jeff brought her up...you kept saying her name in your sleep, last night."

He exhaled slowly, rubbing his eyes. Fear bubbled in your belly. Finally, he moved backwards on the bed until he sat against the headboard, patting his legs for you to come sit. You hesitated.

"C'mon, sweetheart. I think I owe you an explanation."

You chewed your lower lip in debate for a moment before finally crawling over to sit in his lap. He sighed, stroking your hair as you pressed your nose into the crook of his shoulder. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist like you were a security blanket.

It took him a long time to speak. "You know how Chrissy and Jason ran off together at the end of the year? Everyone said they got married at the courthouse and skipped town?"

You pulled back to look at him in the eye as he spoke, frowning as you nodded.

"That's not exactly what happened." He played with your hand, trying to keep his own from trembling.

"What do you mean?"

He swallowed thickly, "The Upside Down and Vecna...Chrissy was the start of it."

You shivered a little at the look on his face, the tone of his voice. Eddie rarely talked about the Upside Down. You knew so little about it. Even when he did try to describe the images of it that were in his head, it was hard for you to understand. The majority of what you knew about it came from the story told by long-healed scars. Hundreds of them covered his body. Silver and pink lines carved into his porcelain skin.

Eddie took a deep breath, "She met me in the woods after school one day. I was just going to sell to her an ounce or two, but she wanted something harder, so I took her over to the trailer with me after Hellfire. Told her I had K."

You dragged your thumb over his jaw soothingly. His eyes closed as he remembered.

"I went to my room to grab it and when I came back she was...I don't know. She wasn't talking or moving. She couldn't hear me trying to wake her up. Her eyes were just...rolled back."

He squeezed your hand, tears welling in his eyes.

"She lifted up into the air...and her bones...started to snap..."

He shuddered, eyes finally brimming over, and you held him close. A shiver went down your spine as you tried to hide the horror bubbling inside you.

"Her eyes..." His expression crumbled, hands trembling as he held your waist. He shook his head, quickly abandoning the thought, as if it was too much for him to handle. "It killed her. Vecna. It killed her right in front of me and I ran. I left her there."

His throat tightened as he saw that tears were rolling down your cheeks.

"I hid."

Your chest ached. Christ. Jesus Christ you were so stupid.

"I'm...I'm so sorry. God, I'm so fucking sorry. I'm such an asshole, Eds. I didn't even think. You were having to relive this shit alone while I was being bitchy and jealous and -"

He pulled you in close, "No, hey...it's not your fault. Please don't say that. You didn't know." He rubbed your back sweetly. "I would have done the same thing, ok? I should have told you a long time ago. I just..."

There was a long silence. Again, he shook his head. Your heart weighed heavy in your chest. You whispered, "What happened to Jason?"

"It got him too, in the end." His voice was weak when he spoke. "The government stepped in. It was easier to let people think they'd run off together than to explain two...mutilated bodies." His eyelashes stuck together with silent tears. "Their parents don't even know what happened to them."

The trailer went quiet. Distantly, you could hear a dog barking. The street lamps made the window in Eddie's room glow orange.

He cradled your face, brushing a tear from your cheek as you held his hand steady. "I'm sorry you had to find out like this." He sounded so tired. So gentle. "I'd hoped I'd never have to tell you but I...After Jeff brought her up last night, I kept thinking about it and the nightmares came back."

"Eds...it's not your fault. Not at all. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I should've known there was something more going on."

He pressed a kiss to your nose, sweetly. "I'm glad you're Y/N L/N. You know that, right? I don't want Chrissy Cunningham. I want you. I want my stoner babe. Always."

You blushed, "I got insecure. I thought you'd must've really loved her if you were that upset when she ran off with Jason."

"No. Just...you know. Didn't need any reminders."

Your chest hurt, thinking of him carrying the weight of what he'd seen all by himself.

"Eds..." He looked at you with those big brown eyes, and you nearly lost your breath. "I'm here...if you ever want to talk about it."

He smiled softly, pulling you close. "Soon. I'll get there soon, I promise. And you'll be the first person I find when I do."

You kissed him, chaste and gentle and sweet, and his heartbeat started to relax a little. You combed through his hair lovingly. "How are you feeling?"

He gives a soft chuckle, rubbing his teary eyes. "I'm alright. I'll make it. It's just hard to think about."

You laid your head on his shoulder, trailing kisses up his neck to whisper in his ear. "Why don't you let me make it feel better, then?"

He gave you a sleepy, sly smile. "Well how could I say no to that?"

***********

#eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things #stranger things imagines #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie imagine #eddie imagines #eddie x reader #eddie x you #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #eddie munsen x reader #eddie munsen imagine #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munsen

[ogden-gossip]

august 28th, 2023

happy first day of classes, ogden !!!

did you think that just because you were off campus, it meant you could get away with keeping secrets ?? i won't complain that you all STILL don't seem to get it, because at least i was ever so entertained by your...ANTICS.

and now you all can be too !!!

SPOTTED THIS SUMMER:

this girl next door indulging far too hard in her girl's nights out. bonus if anyone has any more political-career ending pictures to send in.

this proud elite proudly skiving off at the internship handed to him by his father. can you still put it on your resume if you walked out ??

an exchange student travelled to a location previously unexplored for her - the hospital. though ODing over vacation is hardly treading groundbreaking territory.

it's safe to say this erudite stoner's reputation may take a hit, considering he was dumb enough to get caught sexting someone who was very distinctly not his boyfriend of the time.

a shame this scholarship student's scholarship doesn't have extra money allotted to pay off all the parking tickets he kept racking up over the summer.

this drag along spent all summer dragging themselves to audition after audition but received nary an offer.

could anyone really blame this homegrown hero for needing to go to therapy this summer ?? well....seems like she blames herself.

a puppetmaster found a few new toys to play with - and this spoiled sweet hardly even seems to realize they already had a boyfriend when she was added to the roster.

after losing all her money in a gambling bender with a himbo as her partner, it's no wonder this femme fatale resorted to robbing a truck stop to make up the cash.

a social butterfly who wasn't feeling very social to her almost-baby-daddy. though he was hubristic enough to think he could actually be a father, so who can blame her ??

this trusty sidekick apparently can't be trusted to pick up the phone when his family calls.

a certain wallflower exploring the art of ....de-flowering, you could say.

this bruiser's soft center apparently is soft enough to offer a place to stay to an ex-girlfriend. actually - the understudy did pay for it. way to take center stage this summer.

you know....we're going to have so much FUN now that you're all back on campus with me. i can hardly wait.

xoxo....

#gossip blast #the girl next door #the proud elite #the exchange student #the erudite stoner #the scholarship student #the drag along #the homegrown hero #the puppetmaster #the spoiled sweet #the himbo #the femme fatale #the social butterfly #the hubristic #the trustry sidekick #the wallflower #the bruiser with a soft center #the understudy

[hecticlife]

Leon Amos picked up their key from the front desk 1 month ago. The twenty-eight year old uses he/him pronouns and is a music producer and musician from Seattle, Washington. According to their apartment application, people have told them they look a lot like Luke Hemmings, and the character they identify with most is nathan campbell from insecure. Santa Moneda gives you a warm welcome, and we hope you enjoy your stay.

hiii i’m tj (28 / she/her / gmt-4) and this is leon and i love him so much so please extend the love lmao

bio born and raised in seattle, leon is an only child. his parents went through a pretty nasty divorce when he was seven. his father disappeared from the map and even though he was supposed to pay child support, he hardly ever did. leon’s mother did everything in her power to give her son the best education. anna paid for guitar and piano lessons. she even sent him to berklee because that’s how talented leon has always been in her eyes.

he was in bands in high school, but it wasn’t until college that he learned how to work collaboratively with other musicians and songwriters. his newest band -where he plays rhythm guitar and sings, sometimes piano- has been doing gigs since they all graduated a year ago, but the last mini tour is over and leon really needed a rest. so, he was supposed to take a break. And he did. so he’s now in valpo, working with other artists and on his own music. his godmother rents an apartment facing the ocean in viña del mar. she lives in santiago. and every time leon wants to make some music, she generously lets him stay there for free. it's a safe and familiar space. anna and his godmother are good friends. they spent countless summers here as leon grew up. that's why he feels so comfortable with the chilean culture. he knows it and understands it. he's been staying here for two months.

tw bpd artists from teddy (band) is indie rock. they have some catchy pop-infused choruses, and a lot of the production is done in nyc. that's where leon's been living for the past eight months. he writes most of the songs, they relate to his struggles to live a normal life. he was diagnosed with bpd (borderline personality disorder) when he was nineteen and has been medicated since he was thirteen. he was diagnosed once more, not just bpd, also bipolar. this was six months ago, between his first tour and the second. he'd been traveling the state and somehow managed to date a stripper for four months. the next tour was bigger. he went to europe, south america and australia. but being diagnosed as bipolar a week before leaving, it really messed him up. lots of partying and bad decisions. thank god he met salem when he did. that's his person right there. they've been living together in brooklyn for six months. and even though she's the best thing to ever happen to him, leon can't expect her to heal him. fix him somehow. he tries not to let it get to him, but the moodswings and the impulsive rage are sometimes too strong for him to handle on his own. that’s why he uses music as a coping mechanism. and even though you can definitely dance to artists from teddy’s music, the lyrics can get pretty dark. this also percolates his solo work. sometimes, the monologue in his head can get rotten, infecting everything in his life. you’ll find him uncharacteristically depressed. it lasts a week tops, though.

headcanons

plays guitar, piano, bass and sings

goes to therapy

such a party animal, it’s another coping mechanism

absurdly obsessed with music

doesn’t want to have children

stoner

chain-smokes watermelon flavored cigarettes (you can't find them outside of chile)

#smhqintro

[petitmonde]

29 and 30 for the weed prompts whichever ship speaks to you

I went with 30. “That’s the wrong tray of brownies.” 

It turned out a little weird but fuck it we ball. Sashnetra for weed smoking girlfriends.

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It was a beautiful day. Not because I say so as the author, but for another reason entirely. You see, today is the day of stoners and people out of touch, and isn't that a miraculous thing? Sasha sure thought so, as she baked a batch of brownies just for the occasion, as well as a tray of other goodies for later.

Mind, Sasha usually was careful about not mixing the weed infused concoctions and those unadulterated by the substances, however on this fine day, she had entirely forgotten she was now living with her wonderful girlfriend of 6 months.

Accidents were bound to happen.

Sasha hummed to herself as she tidied up their mess of an apartment to the tune of Mary Jane. The last thing she wanted to do while high was worry about dust and whatever the fuck else her friends were allergic to.

A pair of familiar arms snaked around her face, startling her.

"Hey babe," Anetra greeted. She gave her girlfriend a good squeeze. Her hands a bit too high for it to just be friendly. After a hard day at work, she needed the comfort of home. They swayed together to the beat of the song playing in the background.

"Hello to you too." Sasha turned her her head back to kiss Anetra on the cheek. She smelt like chocolate. Little coarse crumbs still littered her face. "Did you get something on the way home? You smell great."

"Oh, no. I just grabbed something in the kitchen. Your baking is always so divine, I had to have at least two."

A sense of dread prickled at Sasha. She hadn't. She couldn't have. She probably did.

"What tray did you eat from, exactly?"

"The one on the counter," Anetra says. She still hasn't let go of Sasha. If anything, she was even closer, bordering on grinding on her. "I love your brownies."

Fuck. Sasha's worst nightmare had unfolded, and now she had to do damage control. Without knowing how bad it was, Sasha had no idea how to proceed.

Worst of all, Anetra usually got incredibly horny while under the influence. That part should have been her first clue that something was wrong.

"That’s the wrong tray of brownies," Sasha said simply. "Just. Just how many did you eat?"

"Like, three?" Anetra gulped. It could have been four, she hardly noticed in her greed. She too, had caught up on what happened. "I'm going to die, aren't I?"

"No," Sasha denied, "but you're probably going to feel awful in a bit. I'll call our friends to cancel."

And just then, the doorbell rang. At least Sasha didn't have to play babysitter alone. They could get mad at her later for ruining 4/20.

#sashnetra #420 prompts #rpdr fanfiction #drabble #silver moon

[wtfgaylittlezooid]

I HATE MY TWIN.

I’ll be playing a Jester NPC and tell the party to make the character laugh, only for my fucking twin to go “jester? I hardly know her” in the slow monotone stoner voice and I don’t have the self control to keep myself from laughing

[leonamos]

♕ ( muse D / 27 / cis man / he/him ) — did you see LEON AMOS wandering around the island today? they kind of look like LUKE HEMMINGS from certain angles? i heard around town that the MUSICIAN is CHARMING, and CREATIVE, but also IMPATIENT, and IMPULSIVE. people say that they remind them of VAPES, INDIE ROCK MUSIC, and STRATOCASTER GUITARS, and MOUNTAIN AT MY GATES by FOALS is definitely their theme song. they seem like a nice enough person, but we all know how hard it is to keep a pristine reputation in a small town.

hiii i’m tj (27 / she/her / GMT-4) and this is leon and i love him so much so please extend the love lmao

bio

born and raised in king’s haven, leon is an only child. his parents went through a pretty nasty divorce when he was seven. his father disappeared from the map and even though he was supposed to pay child support, he hardly ever did. leon’s mother did everything in her power to give her son the best education. she paid for guitar and piano lessons. she even sent him to berklee because that’s how talented leon has always been in her eyes.

he was in bands in high school, but it wasn’t until college that he learned how to work collaboratively with other musicians and songwriters. his newest band -where he plays rhythm guitar and sings, sometimes piano- has been doing gigs since they all graduated, but the mini tour is over and leon really needed a rest. so, he’s staying back with a friend in king’s haven until the band starts working on another project together. 

it the meantime, leon is doing his own solo project. he has a backing band (wcs) and everything. he’s not exactly close with them. they met just a month ago, but they’ve been playing gigs in clubs and bars and people absolutely go crazy with the songs. it’s a new feeling for leon, but he loves it.

tw bpd

temptation (band) is more indie rock than anything. they still have some catchy pop-infused choruses, though. leon writes most of the songs, they relate to his struggles to live a normal life. he was diagnosed with bpd (borderline personality disorder) when he was nineteen and has been medicated since he was thirteen. he tries not to let it get to him, but the moodswings and the impulsive rage are sometimes too strong for him to handle on his own. that’s why he uses music as a coping mechanism. and even though you can definitely dance to temptations’ music, the lyrics can get pretty dark. this also percolates his solo work. sometimes, the monologue in his head can get rotten, infecting everything in his life. you’ll find him uncharacteristically depressed. it last a week tops, though.

headcanons

plays guitar, piano, bass and sings

has never had a girlfriend, just random hookups at parties

goes to therapy yet he’s such a party animal, it’s another coping mechanism

absurdly obsessed with music

doesn’t want to have children

stoner 

#khintro #hmu for plots !

[strangerficsforeddie]

Rebuilding a Shire: Part 6: Eddie x Reader

Yo, I know this shit is still on the school stuff, but I promise there will be DND and Demogorgons soon. Just gotta give you guys some context and world-building so you dont say I can’t write LOL

You were excited to go to the band, of course, but there were a few things you had to do before going to see an attractive stoner play an instrument. It really didn’t matter what instrument because a part of you knew that there was a chance Eddie could make any instrument look cute… wait, sorry? Backtracking, Did you just call him an attractive stoner? 15 minutes ago you were thinking he was an asshole for leaving you with the Principal and now he's an attractive stoner? Hmmm… interesting… Not as interesting as the bong you packed in your backpack. Quickly you walk to the sink nearest to the stall you just exited and fill your ‘vase’ with water before making eye contact with a girl who had hair that resembled a cocker spaniel. She had freckles, shoulder-length hair, and two gold necklaces that hung around her neck. Her eyes were wide and her face read scared but intrigued, “Yo, is that weed. Oh my god, you’re the new kid and you’re smoking weed in the bathroom. In this bathroom.” Though this moment was amusing, your eyes grew wide with fear at the sudden slam. This caused you if you didn't have the reflexes of a cat, to almost drop your vase on the floor. Her voice was just * a little* too loud for comfort and you were not ready to start the school year by getting expelled for being cool.

Did you really just say that? God, maybe you did need to restart senior year.

The issue on the table still lands as the two of you were in the stand-off of the century trying to see which one could open their eyes the widest in fear. She had covered her mouth with her hands and her eyes spoke nothing but of an apology so you just started to laugh and soon she followed. “Man, the look on our faces were probably priceless.” you immediately joke and smirk as your head back to your new claimed office, only this time, you left the door open. “Welcome to my lair,” you begin, “please wipe your feet on the mat,” you say as you point to a piece of toilet paper near the front corner of the stall. The girl laughs and smiles, “ Of course, that is only courteous!” she replied as she stood absolutely still. “I’m Robin, by the way.”

You couldn’t help and notice the way her voice was a little raspier than Chrissy’s and how it perfectly matched her aesthetic of jeans, a black shirt, and a hoodie. While all this was occurring you were packing a bowl, which you clear, to then pour the water in the toilet, wrap up your bong, and put it in your bag. The smoke flew through the air suspiciously and you couldn’t help to giggle, “I wonder who did that, Robin.” You pointed to the smoke and then left your newfound spot. She chuckled and shook her head as she walked into the stall, “I’m (y/n), nice to meet you, Robin.”  You called out as you wash your hand, dry them, and then leave.

“Fucken finally,” Eddie yells as he lightly grabs your shoulders, you couldn’t help to yelp at the sudden attention given to you after you exit a bathroom, however, this was nice. “I was beginning to think you were zoning out in there, just staring at the wall comatose or something,” he said with a laugh you rolled your eyes with a smile on your face. “I have you know I can handle my shweed,” you reply and he laughs even harder, “Whatever, you were totally just zoning the fuck out.”

With that, Eddie started to walk towards your next destination, “After this is lunch and you can sit with my Friends and stuff if you want to.” You thought about it for a minute.

You had completely thrown your whole first day to spending time with this guy and you hardly even know him besides the fact that he gives you free weed. Which, dont get me wrong, it is a brilliant gift to be given when you can trust it, however, there’s a possibility there are other fish in the sea of life to be lingering with… but why do that when you have a catch.

“You say that like I wasn’t going to ask if I could sit with you immediately after class.” you tease and reflexively you started to blush at the sudden embarrassment caused by your outburst. He chuckles and smiles, “Oh were you now?” he started sarcastically, “Then how lucky am I.” The last part was nothing but sincere as he gave you a soft smile and moved his hand from your shoulder to mess up your hair.

“Hey love birds, you’re gonna be late for band.” You heard a voice yell, it was familiar, like the one you had heard only a few moments prior. It came from behind which caused you to spin around to see the owner of the raspy sound, “oh hey!” you yelled out with a wave to which Robin responded with a shorter one as she tried to catch up to the ‘Love Birds’ in question. Eddie’s face was tinted a soft pink and yours another shade of rouge, however, neither of you seemed to mind the nickname.

“She has a point,” now this voice was new. “Or I’m going to close this door and yall will have to play in the hallway.”

Your band director was standing outside of the classroom by the doorway, greeting his students, and a part of you felt a little perplexed. You haven’t seen this since preschool, and even then, that was hardly a present memory, but nonetheless, the three of you followed suit. You stood at the back of the classroom as everyone unpacked their instruments and started to warm up; the classroom was flooded with squeaks, cymbal crashes, honks, scales, short songs, and the less musical, a wide range of conversations. A part of you felt overwhelmed with the flooded sound but you couldn’t help to giggle at the orotund sounds. Your eyes land on Eddie as he sits at the end of a row of seats with a bass guitar that is plugged into a small amp. From a distance, he seems to be practicing his scales, however, it is hard to hear; your eyes cant help to study how his hair bounces with the chaos around him. He looks around the room with a look of confusion before his eyes meet yours to which his face softens as he waves. You smile and roll your eyes-

Maybe Hawkins is going to be alright.

#Eddie Munson #Eddie my beloved #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x nonbinary reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fics #st #joseph quinn

[succuficial]

ok I’m thinking

a Chuck Bass type muse

a coquette icon who does ballet and is actually the most evil/overtly sexual but faux innocent looking girl you will ever meet

a cocky frat bro

another cocky frat bro because threesomes

an escort who’s like a millionaire because of it and lives lavishly on yachts and usually only acts as dates for rich old men because her rates are HIGH and fucking her is priceless

someone’s sexy dad who owns a cafe

a serial killer rich guy who gets away with everything because of his wealth but also ghostface ok

a CEO who does illegal shit on the side

a rich socialite posh good girl who secretly cams

a rich bitch manipulator who’s a little more obvious about it than our sweet coquette girl who does everything under the guise of being sweet

a priest who’s corrupt

a sexy rancher who rides horses I don’t need to elaborate

stoner idiot metalhead with a thing for rich girls whose parents would hate him *cough* eddie munson *cough*

ex stuntman turned scummy bar leech who murders people/stalks them and does it in his old stuntman car ( yes I’m stealing that from death proof shut up )

a career driven sexy mom who I want ex husband drama for ??? like give me I want to come back into your life drama, give me affairs

^ her daughter because I have the perfect fc’s, idrk where to go with her, maybe like a burlesque dancer who also is career driven and passionate about dance but has to work in some shitty bar run by criminals so she’s in that scene

A girl who works on bikes ? idek but I have visuals in my head that she has daddy issues and exclusively fucks older men

A playboy bunny, I want bimbofication threads oop

Daughter of a rockstar, she’s the it girl, the moment, everyone wants her and hardly anyone gets her

&& I’m thinking criminals daughter ?? give me bodyguards she’s trying to fuck because she’s bored, she’s bratty and she knows anyone who fucks with her gets shot sooo she always gets her way and she’s very nympho about it

I think this is my new muses cast list for my new blog is that speaking to anyone I would love to preemptively plot