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justmeinadaze · 10 months

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Ghost In The Machine (Eddie X You)

A/N: I wrote this a few days ago because I need it more than anything rn.

Title is based off of SZA's song "Ghost In The Machine".

"I give a fuck, I just wanna fuck, eat, sleep, love, happy Can you make me happy? Can you keep me happy?

Can you distract me from all the disaster? Can you touch on me and not call me after? Can you hate on me and mask it with laughter? Can you lead me to the ark? What's the password?

I need humanity You're like humanity"

They do text near the end. Eddie's texts will be in red.

Warnings: Daddy Dom Eddie X Stripper Sub (slight bratty) Fem Reader, SMUT, dirty talk, dry humping, phone smut, slight degrading if you squint, choking), Eddie is kinda mean at first, traumas are alluded to but not expanded on (Child abuse; bad past relationships), light FLUFF with my usual dash of the ANGST.

Word Count: 4060

Being asked to perform at parties like this wasn’t new for you and the other girls. Having the manager of a famous band reach out to your company for some “entertainment” wasn’t odd either. What was odd was that you were told Corroded Coffin had four band members and right now you were looking at three. They seemed content with the girls they had grinding and kissing on their lap so you decided to take a look around the mansion style home you guys had been called to.

It was extremely beautiful with a bunch of rooms displaying different things. Your fingers grazed the wall at the bottom of the bands framed platinum and gold albums. Turning into what you assumed was a game room, you found a billiards table and a PlayStation with a mini bar in the corner. Around the area, shelfs prominently showed off the band’s awards and accolades with MANY pictures of them in different places.

As you walked further down the hall, you passed an open-door smelling smoke and hearing light strumming of a guitar. Pausing, you took a couple of steps back to peer into the room, finding that missing fourth member.

He had headphones on over his long, wavy hair as a half-finished cigarette dangled from his lips. His eyes were closed as his fingers ran across the instruments strings as it leaned against his bare chest. His jeaned leg and barefoot tapped to a beat as he listened to his music.

“Jesus Christ!”, he exclaimed as his eyes shot open feeling a change in the atmosphere. “What the fuck are you doing over here?! You girls are supposed to stay in the goddamn living room.”

“Hey there’s no reason to be rude! Your friends were preoccupied with the other ladies so I thought I’d look around.”

“Uh huh. To steal shit?”

“No! To look. I got bored, ok?!”

“Hm. A hooker who’s bored. That’s something I haven’t heard before.” His tone is dripping with mocking as he rises to his feet.

“That’s no reason for you to be a fucking asshole!”

“You watch your mouth when you talk to me, little girl. I can make sure you and your ‘company’ never get another job again.”

“Oh, Mr. Tough Rockstar is oh no scary. Fuck you. I’ve handled way worse clients than the number 5 band on the billboard charts.”

The man’s held tilted to the side as he finally drank you in. You were visually different than what he expected when his friends had suggested reaching out to an agency to have some women come over to celebrate with since they were nominated for another Grammy. Eddie didn’t care about that kind of thing; he just wanted to play music. When he heard the car pull up, he immediately disappeared to his room to practice and write some new songs. Not that he wasn’t interested in “entertaining a woman”. This metalhead liked a challenge and he enjoyed even more a strong woman that wouldn’t just cater to his every whim. He didn’t want a woman who would get down on her knees no questions asked. Eddie wanted one who would tell him to fuck off but then after a few consensual activities would be dripping and begging for his cock.

Women were offered to him and his friends constantly. He wanted something he had to earn so that way when she finally submitted, it was all the more sweet.

“What’s your name?”, he asked in a much softer tone.

“Y/N. You?”

“Are you asking to be polite or do you genuinely not know who the guitarist of the band who is number five on the billboard charts?”

“Do you always make things this complicated?”

“Yes.” When he grins at you, you can’t help but smile back.

“Some of the other ladies find catering to a man’s ego really gets them going. I find it’s better to ask them questions, Mr. Munson, especially since most of our clients think we don’t care about them.”

“Do you? Care I mean.”

“Sometimes.”, you shrug.

“You’re honest. I like that.”

“I don’t really see the point in lying if I’m probably never going to see you again.”

“Do you WANT to see me again?”

This time it was your turn to tilt your head. He said that with a lot of the sass he had been giving you since he saw you but something else was behind his eyes when he spoke, something lonely. Your palm reached out confidently, landing on the bulge in his jeans. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t notice his size. The part of him that was against your hand wasn’t even all of him and you gulped as you tried to regain your confident composure.

“Do you want me to help you feel better now, Mr. Munson?”

“You didn’t answer my question.”, the guitarist mused as he stepped forward, placing his own palm against the wall behind you and trapping you against it. “I hate when my questions go unanswered.”

“You-you must be used to disappointment then.”

His nose grazed yours, grinning a big tooth filled smile before his eyes flicked down to your hand on his cock.

“You must be to, Y/N.” Slowly, his fingers trace down your arm and take hold of your wrist as he holds it still. “Be honest. Have you ever felt a dick as big as mine?”

You licked your lips as his hips began grinding against your palm, trying to push down the moan that wanted to escape.

“Ooo someone’s confident.”, you jest. Something in his look changes as the hand on the wall behind you slides down to your throat. In most situations with your other clients this would be a time to panic but he wasn’t gripping you violently. When his fingers firmly pressed into your skin, your brain felt fuzzy as your pussy clenched around nothing.

“I’d say I’ve earned the right to be confident. Now, Y/N, this your one warning. Answer the questions I ask you. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y-yes Mr. Munson. I understand. N-no. I’ve never felt a dick like yours.”

He smirked as he pressed your palm harder against him. “Good girl.” Your let out a sigh when he released his hold on your neck to push some of your hair behind your ear. “You really are beautiful, Y/N. Fuck and your hand feels so good. I can only imagine how the rest of you feels.”

“You don’t have to imagine. You can have me if you want me.”

Eddie’s smirk grows as he bites his bottom lip. “Honestly, sweetheart, I’ve never wanted anything more but…that’s not how I play. I don’t want you to fuck me because you’re paid to.” He leans in till his lips are right by your ear. “I want you to fuck me because you want to…need me to.” You hear his breathing stutter as he moves his hips faster, his grip on your wrist tightening. “Beg me to.”

“Oh fuck…”, you whimpered at his words. His movements become choppy and grunts before you feel dampness on his jeans.

He leans back placing his forehead on yours as he licks his lips and softly smiles. “See, what would usually happen now is I’d make you cum to. I bet that pussy is just aching to be touched but see…you’re getting to paid to make us feel good…not the other way around.”

You’re honestly too stunned to say anything or fight back with your typical brand of sass. Right now, all you can think of his him and how bad you need something from him; anything.

“Can…can I kiss you?”

When he nods, you waste no time connecting your lips to his. You immediately taste the nicotine but that undertone of him has you dizzy. All too quickly, it’s over as he pulls away. He doesn’t just move his head but his whole body as he backs towards his bed, yanking off his now stained jeans and boxers.

“How long are you ladies here for?”, he asks nonchalantly as he sits on the bed and picks up his guitar again.

“Huh? Oh, um, 2 AM I think.”

He glances at his phone before handing it to you. “Time’s almost up. Put your number in there for me.”

Eddie said it like a command and your instinct was to say something snarky but as you looked down at him strumming his instrument without looking at you, you realized there was more to this man than meets the eye. Most men who begged for your number always watched you intently to make sure you actually did it, you assumed. Of course, you gave them a fake number or the number to the agency you worked for but with this man here his head remained lowered. It was almost like he was afraid you wouldn’t…like he really hoped you would and would be hurt if he watched you decline, giving the phone back.

There was something about Eddie that you wanted to know more about. He wasn’t like everyone else you had been around. For some reason, you felt like you could trust him.

After inputting your real number, you placed his device back on his nightstand and sat beside him. “We still have 45 minutes. Can I ask what you’re working on?”

His eyes shoot over to you as he cautiously scans your soft smiling face. “We’re working on this new album and Jeff has this song he wrote but I can’t find the right sound. I was just messing around and recording them to see if it sparked something.”

“May I hear what you have so far?”

“Um, yeah, sure.”

He reached over, grabbing an extra set of headphones and placed them over you head. You grinned as different guitar riffs and melodies began to play.

“This is all you?” Eddie nods. “Wow. Mr. Munson, you are definitely talented.”

When he pauses the recording and you slide the headphones around your neck. “You can call me Eddie if you’d like.”

“Okay, Eddie.” After putting the headphones over your ears again, he pressed play and you both leaned back in his bed.

He couldn’t help but be a little shocked that you didn’t try to touch him again. Anywhere he or his band went, people tried to touch his body whether it was meet and greets, walking through the street, or even on stage when overzealous fans would jump on and run at them. Any girl that was lucky enough to be in his bed would insist on touching him until she left as if she knew this would be the last time she saw him. That’s another reason he struggled to maintain any kind of relationship. Besides the crazy rockstar life, he never was keen on being constantly touched.

He got enough of that with his career and when he was growing up when his dad would knock him around. With his last relationship, they fought constantly because there were times he would come home from a long day and just wanted a moment to decompress alone. He knew she meant well but even after nicely asking her to give him a moment she would still try and wrap her arms around him or try and kiss parts of his body.

What he didn’t know yet was that you understood that feeling all too well. Being in your line of work, men seemed to believe you didn’t even have a line they shouldn’t cross, always touching some part of your body until their time was up. When you were just a stripper at the company you worked for, men were the same but at least you had a bouncer to quickly pulled them back. When times got hard and you told your boss you were willing to sign up for the “side hustle”, it was just you and the girls.

No one had ever gotten too physical like that but after your client came you just wanted them to roll over and crash or just leave you there till the timer was up. Personally, you chose to stay away from relationships knowing most men wouldn’t like your line of business. Men constantly offered to “save you” but you knew it was all talk. They didn’t really care about you.

When you moved to the city, you promised you were only going to look out for yourself. You took care of you and had for a long time. The last time you relinquished control like that, you got burned and ran all the way to a new state.

A small hand tapped your knee and you jumped before realizing it was one of the other girls letting you know time was up.

“Ok, I’ll be right there.” You turn to Eddie and hand him his headphones. “I really like what you have so far. That last one was beautiful.”

“Thank you. Here, um, let me grab my sweatpants and I can walk you out.”

“Oh, Eddie, no. You don’t have to do that. It’s super late and in your gated front yard I don’t think anyone is going to jump us.”, you giggle.

“Ok…I’m going to put on pants anyway though because I want to hug you if that’s alright.” Without waiting for an answer, he finds a pair on the floor and pulls them up just below his hips.

“Do arms not work without sweats?”

“They do but I don’t want to be disrespectful by rubbing my dick on you and making you uncomfortable.”

“Didn’t I just…”

“You made that move, sweetheart. You put your hand on me.”, he grins as he places his body in front of yours. “May I hug you?”

When you nod, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you to his chest as your own limbs cling to his upper torso. This was a new feeling for you. It had been so long since you felt safe in someone’s arms. His hand petted your hair as he kissed the top of your head.

“I’ll talk to you later to make sure you’re alright.”

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You sighed as you entered your front door, putting away your things, and throwing yourself on your bed as you closed your eyes. A sudden ding on your phone made your eyebrows scrunch as you blindly searched for it on your bed. Swiping it open, you noticed it was from an unknown number but as you read the message, a smile slowly formed on your face.

“Hey, sweetheart. Just checking in to make sure you got home alright.”

“Are you stalking me, Mr. Munson? Lol. I literally just walked in the door.”

Tossing your phone back on the bed, you figure it will most likely take him awhile to respond but as you go to your closet to change you hear that familiar ding.

“Yup. You caught me. I followed you home.”

“Shit. I just realized that’s probably not a joke I should be making in your line of work.”

“I was just thinking about you and wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Lol Eddie! If I thought you were like that I wouldn’t have given you my number : ) “

“I’m alright though. Thank you for checking up on me.”

“Of course. I’ll leave you alone now so you can sleep.”

“I actually wasn’t going to go to sleep just yet.”

You paused for a moment debating on if you should tell him what you were going to do before bed. You were hoping if you did maybe he would talk to you like he did in his bedroom. Hearing him murmur his words and what he said got you wetter than anything else. You could still feel your slick sticking to your legs after you changed your clothes. Hell, it couldn’t hurt, right?

“I just got back from spending some time with this long haired rockstar with a huge cock who got me all hot and bothered so I was going to relieve some of this pressure here.”

You watched the dots on his end appear and disappear. The longer it took him the more nervous you got. Had you crossed a line?

“Don’t talk like that. Be upfront and honest. Talk to me like a big girl. What were you going to do before bed, Y/N?”

You could almost feel his stern eyes through the screen as you rubbed your thighs together.

“I was going to touch myself and think of you.”

His name suddenly popped up on your phone and you didn’t hesitate to answer the call.

“Hey Eddie.”

“Are you still wearing what you had on here?”

“No. I’m naked now.”

“Liar.”

“Eddie, I’m not—”

“Call me back when you’re ready to be a good girl.”

Your jaw dropped as he hung up and you huffed as you called him backed. “How dare you—”

“I don’t play games like that, little girl, and I hate liars. I figured since I got you all riled up and you are no longer on the clock maybe I could help you out. I also thought it would be fucking sexy to hear what you sound like when you cum. But if you want to cop an attitude with me, I can treat you how bratty little girls deserve to be treated. Now…what are you wearing?”

“I’m wearing an oversized t-shirt with my panties from earlier.”

He could hear your pout through the phone and it was making him hard all over again.

“Good. Good girl. Why didn’t you just tell me that in the first place?”

“I don’t know. I just… I always have to be SEXY; you know? God forbid I show any humanity.”

“Not with me, princess. I imagine you look just as sexy now as you did looking up at me with those big, beautiful eyes against my bedroom wall."

“Thank you, Mr. Munson.”

“Of course. Now tell me, baby. You said you were going to touch yourself and think of me. What about me?”

“I was thinking about the way your lips tasted when you kissed me…so good.”

“The cigarette taste didn’t bother you?”, he chuckled making you smile as one of your hands roamed up your shirt to touch your breast.

“No. Not at all.”, you giggle back, biting your bottom lip.

“That’s good. I’ve had some complaints.” You can hear him smile and your fingers run along your nipple as your exhale heavily. “What are you doing over there, honey?”

“I’m playing with my tits.”

“Mmm. You did have some perfect tits. Well, from what I saw under that tight ass tank top.”

That makes you genuinely laugh and his smile grows at the sound. “What else were you going to think about?”

Your hand slides under the waistband of your panties as your finger slides through your dripping folds.

“I was going to think about your thick cock against my palm and the way you rubbed against it.”

“Yeah? You’re going to imagine me doing that right now between those gorgeous legs? Grinding my dick against your pretty little pussy.”

“F-fuck, Eddie.” Your eyes rolled back as two of your fingers breached your entrance. “Please…keep talking to me…like that.”

“You like the way I talk to you? Was that something else you were going to think about? Picturing me whispering in your ear like I did when you were here?”

You didn’t know but he was leading you somewhere. There was one thing he wanted, needed to hear you say on your own. As soon as he heard it, he was yours and he would do anything to make you his.

“Yes, I liked hearing you say the things you said.”

Eddie could hear you touching yourself and your little moans were driving him crazy as he quickly pulled down his pants.

“Princess, is it ok if I touch myself to?”

“Yeah, baby. Of course. A-are you—mmm—still a bit sensitive?” The sound of him spitting in his hand had you clench tightly as you whimpered.

“Ah, no, baby girl. But with those sexy fucking whimpers and groans I’m not going to last long.”, he chuckled. “How many fingers are you using?” You barely heard him as you thumb began messaging your clit. “I asked you something, sweetheart. What did I say when you were here?”

“If-if—mmm—you ask…me…something I-I answer.”

“Good girl. Tell me how many fingers you’re using.”

“Fuck…two. Two, Daddy.”

Eddie practically growled with pleasure at the word that he had been praying would fall from your lips.

“Jesus, yes. Good fucking girl. I want you to use three. You…you have to prepare that pretty pussy for… Daddy’s big cock.”

As soon as you did as he asked, the English language completely escaped your mind.

“I…your…oh my…” He grunted in your ear reminding you of when he was pressed against you sending you toppling over the edge as you came hard. The sound was almost too much for him as he pictured your cunt spasming around him as you moaned his name just as you had. For the second time that night you made him cum as his spend shot out and hit his stomach.

“Are you ok?”, you mumbled, drunk off your orgasm.

“Yeah, sweetheart. I’m alright. Are you?”

“I’ve never called anyone Daddy before.” You had no idea why you were being so honest with him. That wasn’t necessarily something he needed to know but for some reason you thought maybe the knowledge of that would make him feel special. You wanted him to feel good.

“What made you say it now?”

You scoot your body further into your bed as you curl up into your sheets.

“I feel safe with you. I know that sounds so weird. We barely even know each other but I do…”

You listened to the soothing sound of his breath into the phone as he absorbed what you were saying.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier. I can be a bit of an asshole sometimes.”

“I can handle the asshole.” You smile when you hear him softly laugh.

“On Friday, we’re going to be spending some time at the recording studio. Do you want come by and listen to us play?”

“I would love to but I have to work Friday night.”

“How about you come by in the afternoon and then go to work? Are you…um…”

“No, side business Friday. I’ll just be dancing.”

“Ok, cool. Maybe when we’re done, I can meet up with you after.”

“Eddie…I like you a lot but are you sure you want to do this? I strip and I have sex for money. I’m not proud of it but I’m not ashamed of it either. I’m doing what I have to do right now.”

He was silent for a moment as he thought about what you were saying.

“Y/N, I’m not perfect. I’ve been arrested, gotten into fights with paparazzi, and like I said I can be a bit of an asshole. I like you a lot to but I understand that this is all new. You and I lead interesting lives. I’m not…going to harp on you and I’m not going to, I don’t know, offer to fucking save you or whatever other douchebags say.” You laugh making him smile. “But I would like to take care of you…physically, mentally, emotionally…financially.”

“I don’t know how to give up control like that.”

The way you say that makes him want to scoop you up in his arms and cradle you into his chest.

“Do you work tomorrow?”

“No, not tomorrow.”

“Can I come over so we can talk? We’re doing this stupid photoshoot thing but I can come over after and bring some food. Of course, only if you’re comfortable. That’s all that really matters to me, baby girl. I want you to be comfortable.”

You don’t know why but you believed him when he said it. What was it about this man that had you breaking all your normal rules? Not just rules with the business but in your life. You had been on your own for so long that you didn’t need nor want to become involved with someone. However, it would be nice to have someone take care of you for once…

“Okay, Daddy”

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kuh-boose · 2 years

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I'm thinking about Howls Moving Castle again and I find it funny how beautifully subtle Jones writes, because it leads to a lot of people not realizing that Sophie is an unreliable narrator and that Calcifer and Micheal aren't always accurate. So we end up getting a lot of people that don't catch on to the fact that Howl is actually scary competent, but prefers to shut up about it and let people think he's a just a himbo.

I mean they ragged on him for chasing ladies (to be fair, that could be/probably is true) and just assumed he bought the guitar for that. They think he was stupid for wasting money on the skull. But both items became very connected and important to dealing with the witch and her demon. They all thought he was trying to get with Sophie's sister, when really it's implied he's there for the dog(who was he, justin? I forget) and to get info on Sophie and her curse.

For all intents and purposes Howl is scary good at what he does and even more scary good at hiding his intentions. He is also a bit of an egomaniac and very messy as a human being, but clearly cares about people and feels a responsibility to others I'm guessing he'd rather not feel. I think he also very much overestimates how charming he is, cause I just know he thought he was absolutely winning it, no issue with Sophie when the whole time she's ready to kill him. Mr. "I thought your jealously wouldn't let you let her in the house so I didn't tell you about the crazy demon lady"

Howl I think your life would go much smoother if you'd just communicate.

#howls moving castle book #howls moving castle #howl Jenkins #howl pendragon #tbh i prefer jenkins

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ashesbloggz · 2 years

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Band practice || Hunter Sylvester x reader

Word count:766

Warnings:kinda heated scene/swearing

Summary: Kevin is late for practice with the band leaving Hunter and Y/n alone. When Kevin showed up after 2 hours he doesn't expect what he's about to walk in on

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Y/n's pov

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"Where is he?" Hunter asked pacing around his room. "I don't know, maybe he had to do something." I said strumming my guitar. "That's not a goos excuse to be late to practice." He said still pacing. "He's probably just running late." I shrugged. "It's been and hour." Hunter sighed and sat down on the bean bag beside me. "He could be busy with Emily." I said winking at Hunter. "Ew." Hunter said fake gagging making me giggle.

"We could practice together until Kevin gets here?" I suggested. "Sure I guess." Hunter said grabbing his guitar and sitting down in a chair across from me. "Do you need the note sheet?" Hunter asked. "Nah I memorized it." I said. "Okay, ready?" He asked. "Mhm." I hummed in response. He began playing the beginning of Machinery Of Torment. I started playing the notes I memorized nodding my head to the song. I looked up at Hunter admiring his features, I've had a crush on Hunter sense Kevin introduced us. I knew Kevin because Emily would always talk about him. When Kevin found out I played base he was ecstatic and brought me to Hunter. "Didn't your dad tell you its not nice to stare?" Hunter said as he stopped playing his guitar. "I'm not staring." I said rolling my eyes. "Oh really? Your eyes say different." Hunter smirked. "Shut up." I said putting down my guitar. "You look like a tomato." Hunter laughed. "I do not." I said acting affended. "You do to." He said smiling.

"Wanna watch something?" Hunter said putting his guitar down. "Sure." I said. We both got up and walked to his bed I sat on the end while he sat behind me leaning against the headboard. "What do you wanna watch?" He asked turning the Tv on. "Something scary." I shrugged. Hunter went on Netflix picking the first horror mo in he could find which happend to be IT. I crawled towards where Hunter sat and sat beside him. "That kid kind of looks like Kevin." I said pointing to Bill Denbrough on the screen. "I don't see it." Hunter shrugged.

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"Hunter?" I said looking at him. "Yeah?" He asked. "Can I tell you something." I said nervously. "Yeah, What is it?" He asked. "I like you." I mumbled. "What?" He asked not hearing what I said. "I like you, like a lot it's fine if you don't feel the same I mean I don't blame you and- "Y/n." Hunter tried to get my attention as I continue. "-and I understand if you want to kick me out of the band because that would probably be really awk-" Hunter quickly smashed our lips together, my tense body slowly melting into the kiss. I felt his hand rest on my cheek. I pulled away to breath looking into his pretty green eyes. I leaned back into another kiss this time more heated. I found my hands going into his hair pulling on it a little. I felt his hands move slowly down to my hips. I moved not breaking the kiss I was now straddling him. In the process of moving Hunter managed to slip his tongue into my mouth. I felt his hands travel to my ass

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"Hello Kevin." Mr. Sylvester said walking away from the door after opening it. "Hey Mr. Sylvester." I said stepping inside. "He's in his room." Mr. Sylvester sighed. "Uh thanks." I said walking to the basement. I got to his door hearing what sounded like a playing inside. "Hunter." I said knocking with no answer. I guess he probably didn't hear me from the movie that was playing I shrugged and walked inside. "Hey Hunter sorry I'm lat- I began saying but stopped when I saw Y/n straddling Hunter while they made out. "Holy shit!" I said covering my eyes which obviously got there attention "Oh hey Kevin." Y/n said getting off of Hunter and rubbing the back of her neck. "Uh hey." I said giving Hunter a look. "I would say I'm shocked but I kinda expected it." I said. "I got us some McDonald's." I said trying to change the subject. "Why were you so late? You said 6:00." Hunter said annoyed. "Oh yeah sorry about that I went to Emily's and forgot." I said embarrassed. "We forgive you now give me McDonald's." Y/n said making grabby hands. "That's not an excu- Hunter began to say but soon cut off by Y/n "Shut up he got McDonald's." She said rolling her eyes and snatching the bag from me.

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#hunter sylvester #hunter sylvester x reader #kevin schlieb #metal lords #adrian greensmith #fanfictions #band practice #fanfic #hunter metal lords #hunter sylvester fanfic #metal lords fanfic

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percesdead · 4 months

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barty crouch jr hcs <3

he was terrified of regulus the first time he saw him bc reg was just this deranged looking twink who didn't look like he had slept in days

and a scary ass glare

warmed up to him later that day tho

russian

calls evan/his partners russian pet names and finds it funny when their brows scrunch in confusion bc they don't know what tf he just said

bisexual ambiamorous demiboy (he/they)

them, evan and dorcas snuck out to muggle london in 5th year and barty got their fringe dyed green

mullet barty supremacy

their first tattoo was a rose and it took evan YEARS to understand its meaning

when he did he teased barty about it (but he absolutely loved it)

barty also got star, potion bottle, and guitar ink for reg, pandora, and dorcas

prefect for like two seconds before he got his badge taken away bc he hexed sirius in the hall in front of mcgonagall

"it is not my fault he was walking there"

"you had it directly pointed at him, mr crouch"

#marauders #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #regulus black #dorcas meadowes #pandora rosier #barty crouch jr headcanons

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anarcoqueer1994 · 1 year

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Is this something?

His mom was hired to work as a server for some extra cash at one of the fancy fundraisers the Harrington’s had at their house to shmooze whatever important politician they set their sights on that week. She couldn't leave her 7 year old son home alone, and her husband was on another drinking binge, so she had to bring Eddie. She set him up in the kitchen with some toys and food and asked him to be on his best behavior while mommy worked.

Eddie really tried. He tried to keep himself busy as she and the other servers rushed to and from the kitchen with hors d'oeuvres and drinks. But he got bored, so when no one was looking, he slipped out into the living room/dining room space where the guests were mingling. As he entered the room, he saw the guests were gathering around a grand piano. A tall, good-looking but scary man could be heard saying, "Steven, go ahead and play everyone a song." He flashed a fake smile at the crowd around him as his pretty wife stood nearby.

Eddie moved closer, careful not to draw attention to himself as he did, just so he could see what was going on more clearly. When he did, he saw a boy he had seen at school. He was in the grade below him, in first grade, Steve Harrington.

He watches as Steve pulls himself up on the chair in front of the piano. Steve nervously looks around the room at the crowd before his father clears his throat. "Go ahead, Steven." He quickly nods before starting to press down on the keys in front of him.

Eddie couldn't believe his ears. He had never heard anything like it. This little kid, only a little younger than him, was masterfully playing this song(later on, he finds out it was Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata). He watched intently as Steve’s little fingers slid from key to key. He was mesmerized.

When Steve stopped playing, the crowd of adults clapped. Eddie watched as Steve’s eyes shot to his own parents. He had looked so proud of himself, hopeful that he did well. But his face dropped as he noticed his parents weren’t even looking at him, more focused on the reactions of those around them.

Eddie knew that face, knew the face of disappointment. It was the same face he often gave his own father when he would be let down again. He wanted to make Steve feel better, to not feel sad. Without thinking, he pushes his way through the crowd, making his way to Steve.

"Hi, I'm Eddie! We go to school together and that was so cool, Steven!" He excitedly says as he walks up to the piano bench Steve was still sitting on.

Steve instinctively smiles. "Thanks! I've been practicing forever! Oh, and it's Steve, inly my dad calls me that." He giggles, showing the gap from where he recently lost a baby tooth.

"Well, okay, Steve! I think you did so good! I want to play music like that! I thought only grownups could play!" He says excitedly.

"I could teach you!" Steve's smile gets bigger, nose crinkling up.

"Hmm," Eddie contemplates. "I wanna learn the guitar like my mom. Oh and we can make a band together. You have to be the lead though."

Steve looks confused. "Why?"

"Because you're the pretty one! Everyone knows the pretty one is the lead." He says it like it is the most obvious thing in the world.

Steve looks like he is about to reply, happy to have a kid to talk to, another kid who actually likes him, when his dad suddenly says, "Who's kid is this?" This was technically a child free event, Steve only there because he lives there(and to be his parents' dancing monkey, apparently.)

Mrs. Munson comes running through the crowd, grabbing Eddie’s hand. "I'm so sorry, sir. He was supposed to be in the kitchen." Mr. Harrington looked annoyed, pulling her aside and sending her home early.

Eddie feels bad for getting his mom in trouble, but she doesn't take it out on him. He was a kid, didn't know better. He was too young to understand that people like them do not get to exist in the world of people like the Harringtons. If you step out of place, you get hurt.

Eddie doesn't really think much of the interaction after that, not wanting to risk getting his mom in trouble again by talking to Steve, even at school. But it is after that night that he begs his mother to teach him to play. His love for music grows and it becomes an escape.

As for Steve, he starts to resent playing music throughout the years. It was never something he did because he wanted to, but because his parents pushed him to do to show him off to their friends. And that's sad because he really did love playing when he was little.

Other things became clear to him that night too. That was the start of his first crush. But he doesn’t pursue it, doesn't reach out to Eddie. Even at a young age, he knew he would get in trouble for liking a boy. He doesn't even try to be his friend, afraid Eddie hates him for getting his mom in trouble.

So it's like a cruel joke when years later, Steve is laying in Eddie's arms, while the other man combs his fingers through Steve's hair, that Eddie whispers, "Why don't you play anymore, kitten?"

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Angel of the First Degree - Chapter 2: Carrie

Eddie Munson x Chubby & Inexperienced!Reader 3358 words

Previous Chapters: 1 - Valium

Warnings: Anxiety; fatphobia including internalised; drug use; bullying; body issues; discussion of body function and fluids; period shame/stigma; disclosure of sexual assault; disordered eating and thoughts of food; unsupportive/highly critical parents; no beta; warnings updated each chapter

Synopsis: When Eddie Munson finds you in the midst of a panic attack, it is the beginning of something. A fic featuring body and sex positivity, Eddie in a dress, soft small moments, scary big truths, and all the usual special feelings you’d expect from one of my stories.

Chapter Summary: The very first circle of Hell is Hawkins High, and while you have yet to find a Heaven, there’s safety in presence of Eddie.

Chapter 2: Carrie

Almost three weeks had passed and you’d not spoken to Eddie. When you saw him in the halls, you exchanged smiles, but he never said anything. There was a part of you that was disappointed. Mostly you tried to remind yourself it was better to keep your head down. Stay out of the limelight. It seemed the cruel mistress known as fate, however, had other ideas.

“Alright Seniors!” and the assembly had begun.

The Seniors of Hawkins High were dragged into the stadium and told to sit on the bleachers and listen to a presentation on the importance of applying for colleges and planning their futures.

“Now, let’s get some real life inspiration!” one of the teachers said, picking the valedictorian to stand up and tell the class what their five-year-plan was.

Eddie was sitting off to the side thinking about how he couldn’t wait to get home to restring his guitar. He spotted you in the back row, opposite side. You looked bored and sad, which was kind of your default vibe.

The teacher picked another high achiever, and Chrissy Cunningham after that. They all spoke easily, didn’t mind being put on the spot. “Two more,” the teacher said, choosing the next victim. Then she said your name, “You’ll finish us off.”

Eddie watched you sit up straight and immediately begin to panic. You stared straight ahead, and while it looked like you were listening to the kid out the front talk about their early acceptance letter, he knew you were on the cusp of losing your shit.

Before he could weigh up the pros and cons, he was standing and walking from the stadium. “Uh – Mr. Munson, where do you think you’re going?” one of the teachers called after him. Eddie clenched his jaw and just kept walking. He knew he’d pay for it later but he didn’t care. His plan was only a five-minute one but it was going to save you.

When the fire alarm screamed to life two minutes after Eddie left the assembly, everyone knew it was him. Standing around with the rest of the school out on the oval, you looked around for Eddie; he was already in his van on his way home though. You began to think of ways you could thank him.

…

You stood in the entrance of the cafeteria and watched Eddie walk across tables, stick his tongue out at Jason Carver, then push his freshmen friends around. They left the room, talking about finding a sub, and you had no idea what they meant. Eddie had sat back down, returned to a normal state of being.

Sticking to the walls of the cafeteria, you made your way around to Eddie, quickly sitting in the free seat next to him before you could lose your nerve.

He said your name, the surprise evident.

“Hi. I just wanted to say thank you, again,” you started, holding the envelope in your hands so tightly that you were causing wrinkles in the paper. “For the other day and the other week.”

When you held out the small blue envelope, Eddie looked at it for a second before taking it. “What’s this?” he asked.

The rest of his table was dead silent, watching in awe as this totally unexpected scene played out in front of them. You tried to not look away from Eddie to his friends. Seeing their confused expressions would make you even more impossibly nervous.

“I, um… It’s a thank you gift.”

Eddie took out the piece of paper in the envelope and read the list of words. He glanced up at you, bemused.

“I know you do music. You’re in a band. And then I read that the game you play, the Dungeons and Dragons one, it’s kind of like… a play. So, I wrote this… for you. It’s just a list of words that people don’t use much anymore. Cool words. I thought they’d be interesting for lyrics or the game or whatever. I don’t know. It’s stupid,”

“It’s not,” Eddie interrupted, putting you out of your misery. “It’s… thoughtful.” He settled on that, didn’t want to gush and embarrass himself. The image of you sitting with a dictionary in one hand and a piece of paper destined for him in the other was burning into his brain.

“Thank you,” he said, smiling.

“It’s okay. I just-” you were going to say, for what was probably the millionth time, ‘I just wanted to say thank you,’ when you were interrupted.

“Well doesn’t this just make sense!” Hayley said. You hadn’t noticed her arrive. How had you missed that green and white cheerleader outfit? How had you fallen into the trap? “Freaks attract freaks. Didn’t take you long to find your place, huh?” she aimed at you, reaching out to push your shoulder.

You stood, moved to leave, when Haley turned to Eddie. “I bet you’re into it, right?”

“Hayley,” you begged. “Don’t,”

“Oh! You haven’t told him?” She was so fucking joyful in the pain she was inflicting. You felt ashamed that she was ever your friend.

“Please,” you said, a tear running down your cheek.

“Trust you, Munson, to have a dirty blood kink,” Haley started. Eddie stood, easily towering over the cheerleader. It made her stumble backward.

“Whatever you’ve got to say, I’m not interested in hearing,” he said to her too politely.

“But it’s about your new girlfriend-”

“Don’t give a fuck, killjoy. Move along.”

Haley opened her mouth to speak, but Eddie had sat back down, turned his back to her, and rendered her invisible. Eddie looked to you, a second away from asking you to sit next to him, when Haley took the few short steps she needed to be close enough to push you.

Landing on your ass in front of everyone, you rushed to push your skirt back down before anyone could see the shorts you wore under it.

“Our very own fat Carrie. You’re so disgusting.”

You crawled to your feet and were running from the cafeteria before Eddie could even get out of his seat.

…

There were only so many places a crying girl could hide on the grounds of Hawkins High. Eddie used his best logical deduction to find you. Not behind the woodwork shed; you had been seen there too recently. Not in the girls’ bathroom; you would want to be away from the study body. Across the field then; the small forest would give you sanctuary.

Eddie followed the sounds of sniffling until he found you curled up behind a tree, bag pulled close to your chest. He sat on the forest floor next to you, saying nothing at first but handing you his bandana.

“I can wash it,” he said when you looked at him.

Before any more body fluid could escape your eyes and nose, you used the bandana like Eddie wanted you to.

“I’m sorry. She’s a bitch,” he said. “Really doing a disserve to cheerleaders everywhere,”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Well, not all of them are like her. And you weren’t.”

It made you wonder how many conversations with cheerleaders Eddie Munson had. You didn’t ask. Just sat, sad and embarrassed.

“Look, I don’t know what the fuck she was talking about, but, um, some contextual clues kind of point-”

“Don’t. Please,” you said.

“I’m just saying… People get so hung up on the most boring shit, you know? Like why give a fuck about stuff out of your control? Like whatever weird shit your body is doing. Like one time I had the fucking flu or something and I’d been sick all day. I puked in my bed, probably had enough energy to like, deal with it, but I just rolled over and went back to sleep.”

Eddie Munson was easily the strangest person you had ever spoken to. He was sitting on a bed of dead leaves and dirt, trying to give you a version of the classic ‘it’s okay your body is changing' speech, while maintaining some level of cool.

“Okay?” you whispered out, shrugging your shoulders a little.

“I have definitely eaten my own boogers,” he told you, absolutely no expression on his face. It made you laugh. “Sometimes I bite at my nails, so I reckon I’ve probably swallowed some. I tried to pierce my nipple last year. Got infected, now I have this weird scar. Just looks like I have a freaky nipple. And I’m actually very self-conscious about it, so that one is a secret between us, 'kay?”

You nodded at him, slowly reaching out a hand with your pinky finger extended. Promised. You were smiling and it’s all he wanted.

“So, do you wanna tell me yours? I bet it’s not as bad as you think,” Eddie tried.

When tears started to swell up in your eyes again, he got scared he’d pushed it. But you started to speak. “There was a party last year. We were playing 7 Minutes in Heaven,”

“People still play that?” Eddie asked, clearly unimpressed.

You shrugged, continuing, “I didn’t… I never liked games like that but I couldn’t say anything. The others already teased me because…” The redness in your cheeks told Eddie everything he needed to know. “When it was my turn it was with Andy he… He said that we were almost Seniors and we should be playing the proper version of the game…”

Eddie regretted asking because watching you recount it was hard. He was already trying to fill in the blanks of the rest of the story, prepare himself for whatever fucked up shit happened next.

“He said I had to… Like, go down on him.” Your voice was shrinking with each sentence. “But I wouldn’t. I’d been feeling sick the whole day and we had this gross cherry wine stuff. I was so scared I would throw up on him… He still made me kiss him. And he said I had to… let him touch me.”

Eddie said your name, reached out but pulled his hand back, worried that being touched was the last thing you needed. You let your legs drop from where they had been pulled up to your chest, sandwiching your bag to it. Eddie shuffled forward and started to play with your shoelaces, a gesture that told you he was there, listening, and it was okay.

“I let him. But, um-” It was the same point in the story you hesitated at when you told the school counsellor, Ms. Kelley. “I didn’t know, um, my period had started. And… Andy freaked out. Ran out and told everyone. They all said I was gross. And I couldn’t be a cheerleader if I was gross like that. So, they just stopped being… my friends. And I mean, I don’t blame-”

“Wait, no, hold on.” Eddie was confused. He was looking at you with an intensity that made you feel shaky. “The fucked up part of that story was fucking Barf Bag trying to get with you when you said no. That’s not cool, you know that right?”

Eddie searched your face for even a hint that you understood. Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew, of course. But the white hot shame of feeling disgusting overpowered anything else. And it wasn’t like Ms. Kelley had made a big deal out of what Andy had done.

“You say the word, I’ll go find him right now and-” Eddie almost spat.

“No! No. You can’t tell anyone anything!” you nearly screamed, jumping to a kneeling position and moving to hold Eddie by the shoulders. Your panic was palpable. “Please promise. Please, please,”

“Babe, I won’t tell anyone shit,” Eddie reassured you, nodding frantically and putting his hands on your arms. “I just- That’s fucked up. What he did.”

You sat back down, right next to Eddie. He put his arms around you, pulled you into him. His kindness made you cry, and once you started you couldn’t stop.

“I wanna go home,” you managed to get out.

“Yeah. Of course. I’ll take you home,” Eddie said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, then cringing. He should have asked, he thought.

When you had calmed down enough to suggest moving, Eddie helped you to your feet and kept a strong grip on your hand as he led you to his van. You said nothing on the drive home, other than small directions to your house.

Eddie fucked around with the tapes for a bit at a stop sign, finally handing over a shoe box filled with mixes for you to pick from. There was one with a hand-drawn label, some sort of mermaid-type creature sketched onto it. It read ‘sea shanties’ but was actually just heavy metal. You didn’t mind.

As you collected your bag from the van’s floor and undid your seat belt, Eddie scribbled his number down on a piece of paper. “We don’t have to talk. But, later, can you call me, just so I know you’re alright?” he asked, entirely genuine and dead serious.

You nodded and got out of the van, offered a small wave from your front door, and went inside.

…

After the incident in the cafeteria, you pretended to be sick for a whole week. Your parents, the type that would say ‘we want what’s best for you’ but mean ‘you better get straight As,’ were pressuring you to return. Just to add salt to the wound, one of them commented that maybe if you had better eating habits, like you had when you were a cheerleader, you’d not take a week to bounce back from a tummy bug.

It was that – that suffocating parental presence – that pushed you to return to school in the end. You got through Monday and Tuesday without talking to anyone at all. Under the radar in the classroom. Strategically timing bathroom visits to avoid your ex-friends. Hiding during breaks. It was going well until Wednesday lunchtime.

You were sitting behind the old water tanks at the far end of the staff parking lot. It was technically out of bounds but it was unsupervised. There was no grass or seating, so students never ventured out there. You sat on the sandy dirt with your back against one of the tanks.

The clinking sound of Eddie’s chains was your first indicator someone was coming. You held your breath until he appeared in front of you, blocking the sun and casting you in cool shadow.

“Hey. Can I sit?” he asked. When you nodded, he sat next to you, mirroring your position of back to the tank, but he stretched his legs out in front of him whereas you had yours crossed. “Haven’t seen you around in a bit,”

“I was sick,” you lied.

Eddie could tell, but he wasn’t going to say anything. “Did I get you in trouble? With your dad?” he asked.

The day Eddie had dropped you home, you never called him to check in. He was worried and had worked himself up into a manic state. Eventually, he walked to the trailer park’s pay phone and used a phone book to find your number.

Your father had picked up and yelled at Eddie. And that was just because he was a boy calling late. If he knew it was Eddie Munson, there was a fair chance you would have been in a lot more trouble.

“It’s fine. I said you were calling about school stuff,” you replied. Your father hadn’t believed you.

“That’s what I told him too but he seemed pissed,”

“It’s fine,” you lied again. There were a few beats of silence. “How did you know I was here?” you asked him, looking over.

Eddie smiled. “I saw you leavin’ the library. I, ah, guess I’ve been worried. About you. I wanted to come see if you were okay?”

In short, he followed you.

“I’m okay,” you reported in that trademark sad and bored tone that Eddie didn’t like. It was a sound of hopelessness, of resignation to fate.

“Okay. Yeah, um, that’s… good. Uh, I also wanted to just say that if you want, you can sit with us. We have the same lunch period, and this is, uh…” Eddie paused and looked around, kicking at that dirt. “I love what you’ve done with the place, but it’s a bit of a trek from everything.”

You laughed a little, which made Eddie feel good. Really good. When you didn’t reply, just gave him a small nod, he continued.

“I know we’re like, rock bottom of the pecking order, but we’re also not assholes, you know? And the guys, once they know someone, they look out for them,” he said.

You just nodded again. Eddie wondered if you understood what he was trying to offer. Protection. Safety. Maybe, if you let them in, friendship.

“And, added bonus here, because I’m Dungeon Master, I oversee the trading of all food. You want to trade pretzels for brownie. I can make it happen,” he bragged.

When you laughed, Eddie was sure you’d at least consider it.

“Do you do that a lot?” you asked, your voice finding itself after days of disuse.

“What? Make freshmen give me the homemade treaties their mommies make? Oh, yeah. All the time, babe.”

Three! He’d made you laugh three times. Feeling bold, Eddie pulled out a joint and lit it. “So, you mind if I just sit here with you? Can’t really be fucked walking all the way back to Mordor just yet,”

“You can stay,” you answered quickly. “And, um. Thank you. For asking,”

“Asking to stay?” Eddie was confused.

“Yeah. You’re good at that. At, like, I don’t know. Boundaries, I guess.”

Eddie shrugged. “Sounds like a fancy way of saying I’m not a total asshole,”

“You’re not. At all,”

“Well, I value your opinion, so thank you. You are also not an asshole,” Eddie said, adding a small bow to accentuate his point.

You smiled wide. “Thanks?”

The rest of lunch went by quickly with the aid of Eddie’s wild storytelling and the comfortable silence that sat between you. It was the most at ease you had been in a really long time. You would even go as far as to say it was the happiest you had been in a really long time.

Eddie walked you to your next class, smiling at you gently as he reminded you, “Tomorrow. Come sit with us, ‘kay?”

…

It wasn’t like you didn’t know where you were going. Yet, you stood awkwardly outside the doors of the cafeteria when the next day rolled around and it was time for lunch. There were a million panicked thoughts buzzing through your head.

It’s stupid to put yourself in the firing line. Being in the cafeteria put you closer to the cheerleaders and basketball team. What the fuck were you doing? Sitting with the same people regularly meant they would inevitably notice your eating habits. Stupid. Stupid. And all that food. Everywhere.

You were about to turn and bolt when Gareth, one of Eddie’s right hand men, stopped and greeted you. “Eddie said you might come sit with us,” he said casually. He frowned when you just stared at him. “Um… Are you coming?”

Slowly you nodded, then followed Gareth through the doors and to the table.

“Look who I found,” Gareth announced as he took his usual spot.

Before you had time to think about it, Eddie had motioned for his friends to move down a seat, making room for you next to him.

“Uh, hi,” you said to the table.

“Glad you made it,” Eddie greeted, sitting up straighter and angling himself towards you.

After the novelty of a new person at their table wore away, everyone engaged in their normal teenage conversations. Despite everything you had predicted, it was comfortable sitting there. Although you didn’t insert yourself into the conversation, you didn’t feel ignored. You ate your green grapes, every now and then swapping one for one of Eddie’s pretzels.

You returned on Friday, and every school day after that.

CHAPTER 3

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littlemissbumblebee · 23 days

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The Fernweh Saga by @lacunafiction

Name: Phoebe “Bee” Silver (she/her)

Personality: Snarky - Cautious - Friendly - Pessimistic - Merciful - Shy

Traits: Heart – Cooperative - Resistant - Skeptic

Past Affinity: Music: Guitar

Primary Ability: Empathetic Impressions

Job (if asked): Barista

Past Susceptibility: Forward.

Social Dynamics (as of Book 1):

Becca Warrick:

The moment Phoebe told Becca about the letter, she immediately began to organise work leave so she could accompany her to Fernweh and show support. She would make sure her closest friend was cared for, no matter what.

Phoebe hates having to be back in Fernweh, and more or less clings to Becca at every single given opportunity. She is her lifeline, her reminder that outside of this Gods forsaken town, there is a life she built herself that she will return to, and everything will be OK.

Phoebe and Becca have been close friends since the year Phoebe was sent away from Fernweh by her grandfather. Becca found Phoebe crying alone on Father's Day, and took it upon herself to befriend her, starting up a conversation about bees – the subject of her photography at the time. In the following years, the two would joke about that meeting, and began calling one another “Bee”.

While Phoebe has dated other women in the years since they first met, Becca has always been the constant person in her life through every high and low. Through her time at Fernweh, Phoebe slowly realised why her past relationships never worked out: She was in love with Becca, constantly comparing whoever she was with with her. She always had been, she just had never realised.

Phoebe feels absolutely, horrifically wretched for Becca being trapped in Fernweh with her, and entirely responsible for it. Every morning she wakes up to see Becca’s spot at the table empty, knowing its because she’s out walking the boundary, trying to find a way out, twists the knife. She’s worried her best friend, the woman she loves, might regret her. Regret ever coming. Maybe even hate her. She wouldn’t blame her, Phoebe’s own mind echoes those sentiments.

Sofia Dorran:

Phoebe never really knew much about Sofia, save for the facts that she was lovely, her mother was really nice, she read a lot, and she was her neighbour when she was little. While Mrs Dorran always doted on the young Phoebe, her daughter tended to prefer to read quietly, and Phoebe was entirely too shy to initiate any kind of proper interaction.

Since returning to Fernweh, and spending her time living in the B&B, Phoebe and Sofia have been getting along a bit better, with Phoebe having grown to be a little more assertive, and Sofia appreciating the genuine care Phoebe shows those around her – especially her mother.

This new closeness is nice – Phoebe may be a friendly gal, but she’s not very good at actually making new friends. Sofia is a lovely person, and even respects Phoebe’s wishes when she is asked not to refer to her as Bee (its just a her and Becca thing), something that skyrocketed Phoebe’s opinion of her.

Reese Verner:

This is a... complicated one. Reese has always been particularly hard for Phoebe to read. She could never be truly sure if he was her friend, her rival, or something in between. She certainly never liked his mother. Because of this, Phoebe treats most interactions with Reese tentatively, like someone approaching a scary looking dog.

More than once, her mother had suggested that maybe the reason Reese was so competitive and vaguely annoying with her, refusing to call her by her first name, was because he had a crush on her. Phoebe hates that idea, and not just because she’s a lesbian. She can’t stand the idea of being a part of that family, or having such a frustrating partner.

That said, Phoebe is a forgiving and friendly person, and it has been a long time since she was last in Fernweh. And, even if she was never sure if he was ever truly her friend, she does have good memories of the Verner heir, and is making a (very cautious) effort to try to befriend him. It’s not gone horribly, but it definitely needs some work.

James Corvin:

If Becca is Phoebe's anchor now, James certainly was when she lived here. He was her best friend, and Phoebe used to find herself at the Corvin farm, laughing and playing pretend with him and his sister Alina more or less every afternoon. She still wears the necklace he got her when they were little – a little sword that slots in behind the matching shield James wears on his necklace.

There’s a lot of reasons for Phoebe to hate Fernweh, to want to forget it ever existed. James Corvin is not one of them. Learning he had written her letters and they had never been delivered to her had been devastating, especially because she had assumed he hated her for leaving given the supposed lack of contact. If there’s a good thing about returning to Fernweh, its being able to see the Corvins again. She loves them both like family, and has gone out of her way to properly reconnect since she returned.

The Waitress:

Mal. Oh boy. Whatever magic is in that woman’s eyes that can cause Phoebe to freeze like someone pressed pause on her should be studied and weaponised because it’s potent.

She’s stunning, of course, but that’s actually not what’s gotten Phoebe so spellbound. It’s the mystery of her, the deep darkness of her eyes, the true care she shows for almost everyone she interacts with. How does she know her favourite food? How is she showing up in her dreams? How can someone so stunning and spellbinding have never stood out before now? Why does it feel like she can look right through every wall and mask she has and see the raw vulnerability inside?

In any other circumstance, any other, she wouldn’t feel so horrid for being so spellbound and smitten by the Waitress, but now she’s realised how in love with Becca she is, Phoebe is having a bit of a crisis. Becca isn’t poly like her, at least, she doesn’t think she is, and she would rather cut off her own leg than hurt her Honey Bee. But nonetheless, whenever Mal is in the room and fixes her with that look, it’s all Phoebe can do to not melt into a tiny gay puddle.

A bit about Phoebe:

Being “kicked out” (as she thinks of it) of Fernweh and more or less thrust into the foster system almost immediately after she lost her parents in a fire when she was still basically a kid really did a number on Phoebe. She has major abandonment issues, and is very slow to trust, despite being outwardly very friendly.

To her mind, she lost her parents, and all of a sudden absolutely nobody she cared about wanted her around anymore. Her Papa (grandfather) slowly cut himself off, and she never once got a single letter from a friend, or literally anyone from Fermweh until her Papa passed away. She might be friendly and forgiving, but that’s because she wishes the world had been more friendly and forgiving to her. She truly thinks her grandfather stopped loving her, and blames herself for it. She believes nobody could truly love her just for being her - the fact that Becca has seen her at more or less her worst and still stays around is baffling to her.

Because of all this, Becca being there for her for all these years, through breakups and breakdowns, and even coming with her to Fernweh has solidified her as a core pillar in Phoebe’s life. She’s shown time and time again that she will be there no matter what, which is something Phoebe feels she has never truly had before.

This doesn’t mean she doesn’t expect the worst the moment something she’s done causes Becca pain. The separation being trapped in Fernweh has caused feels like slowly drowning, and Phoebe is beyond worried that she’s ruined the most important relationship in her life.

She’s been through some doozies as far as relationships go, often falling for people that take advantage of her abandonment issues and clingy nature. As a result of the generally crappy experience her life has been, she tends to be sarcastic and make jokes out of everything – particularly at the worst time you could possibly make a joke.

She still plays her guitar, most often selecting songs based off of people she cares about. Given how distressingly short that list of people is, a very large number of these songs are romantic, cute or indie in nature. Her first instinct when she wants to show someone what they mean to her is to sing for them, and give them a personal trinket – though she is always surprised when people give her little trinkets, or do little performances for her. She does not value herself very highly at all.

Also, fun fact, Phoebe is trans! Something she figured out about a year before the fire. Since she didn’t have very long in Fernweh after coming out, Becca has been her primary support through the process (yet another reason why Phoebe thinks the entire world of her)

Last Thoughts/Ramble:

Golly I adore Fernweh. If you haven’t read it yet, I cannot stress enough how much you should. The first book is both on the Choice of Games website, and the Hosted Games app, and it’s written by the wonderfully talented and amazing Aelsa Trevelyan (who I definitely don’t have a massive crush on). Once you’re done reading and re-reading and re-reading it and are sufficiently obsessed, do yourself a favour and join her patreon. I guarantee you will not regret it.

Now, with that little plug out of the way, I wanted to gush a bit about this beautiful world and its amazing characters. The sheer page-turning grip the Fernweh Saga has on me is palpable. I adore horror, and the eerie, subtle, almost psychological horror themes, paired with cryptids and supernatural abilities, and some truly spectacularly written romance, make this series absolutely incredible to me.

I’ve played/read a lot of interactive novels, but none of them have ever wormed their way so deeply into my mind as TFS. The town of Fernweh is so beautifully rich with lore and intrigue that I just need to know. The imagery Aelsa portrays with her words is equally wonderful.

But where this story really shines is the characters. All of them, not just the romance options. Every single one is so vibrant and rich, you truly do feel like they’re real people. I don’t blame Phoebe for falling in love with Becca, I think I might have as well. Every interaction feels appropriately weighted and realistic.

I adore this budding series with my entire heart (which the discord channel may be sick of, given how much I post fan art and fanfic 😅). The freedom to mould your character however you like, while also having a pre written origin story is so interesting, and makes me want to know more about the character I more or less created myself.

So yeah. Do yourself a favour. Read the Fernweh Saga. You will not regret it.

#TFS #the fernweh saga #oc #interactive fiction #romance

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ricfreak · 1 year

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Another tick off my bucket list.......

#guitar #photography #collection #gas #love #guitars #ESP #george lynch #dokken #tooth and nail #mr scary

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hungercityhellhound · 5 months

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#I swear I am staring at the guitar #.. and lying #Mr Scary Guitars #george lynch

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sweet-villain · 2 years

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Right By Your Side~ Eddie Munson

munsonmolls asked:

Right so I was thinking (scary) what about a fic with Eddie and reader. They’ve been together for years and one day there’s a knock at their door saying that Eddie has a son and that everyone on the mums side can’t take it so Eddie has to or it’ll go up for adoption because the mum died by OD and reader and Eddie raise it and they do a really good job and the baby loves them and calls them mum and dad

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The baby cooed in Eddie's arms as he held it looking down at his son with mirror brown eyes. He never imagined being a father this soon. He hadn't even heard a word out of you as you sat there stiff as a rock on his couch.

This morning was nothing but bittersweetness of waking up to Eddie by your side. He had the day off of work today. You had him all to yourself all day. His mane of curls spread like a halo around his head, little snores escaped from him as he laid on his back with his mouth a jar. One hand was on his stomach while the other was behind the pillow but his face was turned to you. He came home late from work last night and could barely have energy for a shower.

You helped him take one before he went to bed, washing his mane of curls and washing his body. He kept dozing off in the shower, laying his head on your shoulder mumbling how lucky he was.

It felt surreal that he had a son. All of this was sprung onto both of you. Your eyes remained on the opposite of the couch with your hands gripping the end, digging your nails and mind a blur. How? What?

Eddie's brown doe eyes locked on you. He began to grow worry not hearing you say anything at all.

" Sweetheart?" he calls out to you but you don't respond. Eddie swallows the lump in his throat. He was surprised, excited and shocked that it was his responsibility to take care of his son. He didn't even know from the start that he was a father.

He makes his way over to you and sits besides you as he holds the baby in his arms. You can hear it coo at him. You always wanted to be the first one to have a child with Eddie. You both talked about baby names for the future and raising a little one. He wanted a little fire cracker that looked like you, but with his personality. He talked about teaching the little nugget, guitar and sing to them. He has no idea how this makes you feel and he's getting more worried by the minute.

" Baby?" he calls out to you again, a small whimper escapes from him thinking this is it. He messed up with this and he was going to lose you. Your head turns to glance down at his son in his arms, seeing the little blue head on his head with those brown eyes that are a match with Eddie's. You see his son has his nose too.

Your mouth goes dry seeing the cute little sight of the little nugget. Tears fill your eyes. You close them not wanting to cry in front of your boyfriend.

" Baby, no" Eddie notices the little twitch of your nose and sees the one tear running down your cheek. " oh, sweetheart.." he is trying to get you to talk to him, anything. His own words at the tip of his tongue as he's fighting his emotions.

It was only this morning when there was a knock on the door and you were in the bathroom, brushing your teeth when you open the door to find a sleepy Eddie make his way to the door. His sweats hung on his hips, his chest bare and his curls distraught as his bed hair with one hand rubbing his eye. As soon as he opened the trailer door, you heard voices. Your eyebrows knitted together, spitting out the toothpaste into the sink and rinsing your mouth as you put the tooth brush back.

" Mr. Munson, you're the only one left to take care of this baby. The mother is deceased. There is no one left, we have tried everything. If you don't want the baby then it will have to go up for adoption."

Your ears picked up the words, baby, only one and adoption. Your eyes widen when you saw Eddie hold a blue blanket and hear the sounds of the baby. Eddie's eyes are wide and in disbelief.

" Me?" the woman talking to him, nodded her head. " Yes, you. You're the father."

Father. Eddie was a dad.

Your heart sank in your stomach as you stood behind him, not knowing what to say. The woman's eyes fall on you then looks back at Eddie.

" I need an answer Mr. Munson"

" It-ts Ed-die" his breath hitched hearing the baby coo at him. But the hairs on his neck and on his arms stand up feeling your presence behind him. He doesn't know how to respond, but manages to say, " okay."

The woman had him sign some paperwork, your vision blurred as you stumble back. Your heart raced. You got chills down your spine and you felt like you were dreaming. Eddie had a son. Not your baby.

You haven't moved from the couch since the baby was brought to Eddie. He continue to sit by you and waited, he hoped that you weren't going to leave him because of this. He didn't know.

Your eyes opened to look at him for the first time today and you saw he was struggling, his brown doe eyes were glassy but you could see the fear in them.

Your hand placed on his leg making his body stiff.

" You're not alone in this" his heart felt like it could jump out of his chest at your words. You were okay with this. " It hurts, a lot that he's not mine. But if you have to take care of him, I'll be by your side helping you in anyway I can."

Tears ran down Eddie's cheeks as he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

" He's cute" you mumble, leaning onto Eddie's shoulder with your head on his shoulder smiling at the little nugget. " But one day, Munson. Promise me, we can create our own family?"

" I promise, sweetheart" he turns his head to kiss the crown of your head. " Let's just start with this one, he needs us."

" You'll be a great father, Eds. I know you're scared. I am too, but we are going to do it together."

He nods, " Together."

" I'm going to get cha!" you chased the little lion man that giggled, running away from you to Eddie. He latched onto Eddie's legs, hiding.

" You'll have to get through to me first, sweetheart" Eddie kneel down, grabbing the little one in his arms and bringing him close to him.

" I bet I can" you chuckled. " How about we get mama?" your smile dropped hearing him call you that. He never really called you that before.

" Eds..." His own eyes realized what he said as he looks away, ready to walk out the trailer door if he had to.

" I love that" you say. Eddie's head turned his head towards your voice as he sees the huge smile on your face and the love in your eyes as you look at him with the little lion man in his arms. " Mama" you hear the little one say.

" What?" you and Eddie both say together, looking at him. " Did you just call me, Mama?" The little one giggled and clapped his hands, "Mama."

" Oh baby boy" you walked over to Eddie, taking the little lion man in your arms as you placed kisses on his cheek, smothering him on one side while Eddie did the other side. He giggled grabbing onto your hair and Eddie's.

Eddie pulled away with his eyes shining, he was the happiest he has ever been. One day he was going to give you what you wanted, but you were already a mother to his son. He never imagined anyone else.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #imagine eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x you #eddie x y/n #eddie x reader #eddie x fem!reader #jewls writes

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