#beyonce fan fic

[pedroshotwifey]

Haunted by Beyonce and Joel Miller

ily x

Hey, baby! Hope you like it xoxo

Song: Haunted by Beyoncé

Pairing: QZ!Joel Miller x afab!reader

W/C: 974

Warnings: toxic relationship, slapping, rough sex, manhandling, unprotected piv sex, choking, mean joel, mean reader, hate sex, stalking (kind of?)

Haunted

You’ve been watching him since the break off. Not a break up, because you were never really together, but a break off because you both know whatever you had shouldn’t be happening. The rough and feral sex, the toxic quips, the pain and anger channeled through each other’s bodies. Working nine to five every day just to stay alive, and then coming home to beat your misery and frustration into each other’s broken and battered souls.

It was never love, never sweet affection or time taken to check in. No pleasantries or time spent without his cock inside of you or your hands ripping and tearing at clothes and skin. Just fury and pure need. You and Joel Miller do not like each other, which is why it’s so unfortunate to be addicted to each other’s bodies. 

You watch him walk down his hall now, and you can see the difference in his posture. The tension in his shoulders and the clench of his fist. You know that if you looked into his eyes, you would see a fire burning, yearning for destruction and pain—destruction and pain that he no longer has you to unleash within. 

You’ve been following him like a shadow, your body drawn to his in a primal way. And you know that he’s been following you, too. You’ve been haunting him, and he’s been haunting you. You’re onto him, you know that he must be onto you, too. 

You’ve ignored it—resisted it—enough. You start to stride after him. You don’t stop, unafraid to let your quick steps be heard, and you can tell the exact second he recognises them. He keeps walking, but instead of going further down to his room, he stops in front of your door, keeping his back to you. 

There are no words said, no glances exchanged, as you reach him and unlock the door. You open it to let him in, and then step inside yourself. He pins you to the door the second it shuts behind you, one hand wrapping threateningly around your throat as the other comes down across your cheek, forcing your face to the side. He brings his face level with yours, less than an inch between you. Hatred burns in his eyes, and you’re sure he can see it reflecting in your own. 

You surge forward and hungrily seize his lips in yours, your hands coming to pull at the shirt over his broad shoulders, gripping so tightly that you think you may rip the worn fabric. His teeth sink into your bottom lip, and you growl into him, tasting blood as you keep devouring him. 

He rips you from the door and manhandles you over to the couch, throwing you down and then unbuckling his belt. You work on your own pants, getting them off right before he grabs you again and flips you over. You grip the arm of the couch, lifting your ass for him. 

He uses one hand to grasp your hip in a bruising grip, tugging you back as he lines the blunt tip of his cock up with your entrance. You let out a strangled groan when he shoves into you with two quick thrusts, the stretch making you grit your teeth. It hurts, but it feels so good. A comforting kind of pain. 

He starts to slam into you at a brutal pace, his pelvis against your ass stinging with each thrust. He wraps his hand around the front of your neck again, cutting off your air flow just enough to make you light-headed. You know that it’ll hurt in the morning, but you also know that you’ll savor it. 

You get close quickly, as you usually do with him inside of you. Like your body’s been programmed to have such a response. You come around him just as he releases your throat and the air rushes back. Your head drops between your shoulders as you moan, your cunt squeezing around him and making him grunt. 

When you come down and gain some semblance of control over yourself, you push back on his hands, forcing him to let you go as you pull yourself off of his cock. He doesn’t protest—he knows what you’re doing. He moves to sit back and then waits until you climb over him, your hips on either side of his. 

You sink down on him quickly, your toes curling and your head throwing back when he slams into your cervix. His hands grip your ass and your own go to his face, one around his neck like he had done with you, and the other to his hair, tugging roughly to force him to watch you as you bounce on his cock, the drag of him against your slick walls making you keen. 

He holds your gaze, hatred laying thick in the damp air. Your clit rubs against his stomach in this position, stimulating you and starting to build another orgasm. You pull tighter on his hair with every lift of your hips, but he doesn’t flinch even as his dick twitches with the sting. 

You snarl as you come, your insides melting as you fall apart on top of him. He comes a second later with a similar expression. You ride out your orgasm, grinding slowly as he empties his load into your pussy, where it belongs. 

You don’t waste time to catch your breath before you pull off of him, his limp cock sliding out in a mess. He doesn’t wait either before he gets up and tucks his wet dick into his pants. You lay back on the couch and watch as he makes his way to the door, where he lingers for only a second. 

“This is the last time,” he says before shutting the door behind him. 

You both know it won’t be.

*****

I walk down the hallway You're lucky The bedroom's my runway Slap me! I'm pinned to the doorway Kiss, bite

It's what you do It's what you see I know if I'm haunting you You must be haunting me

#pedro pascal #fan fiction #pedro pascal smut #ao3 #smut #pedro pascal characters #joel miller #pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel x reader #toxic relationship #rough kink #fic request #beyonce #music #mean joel

[hussyknee]

Firstprince fics keep getting Alex and Pez to say they want to bone Taylor Swift. A Nigerian man and a half Mexican's idea of ideal womanhood is this physical embodiment of a vanilla wafer? Please stuff this doohickery in a white character's mouth instead of hot-blooded mellanated ones' I am begging.

#the only kind of brown folks that would ever imagine this white woman in a carnal context are the ones who put the 'Asian' in 'Caucasian' #why are all the firstprince fans rabid swifties #like in every single fucking fic my god #if you want to fuck taylor swift you are personally dead to me #she has no ass and no personality. sans both‚ you have no taste #yes this is a taylor swift hate blog #actually i don't hate her. she's just some mediocre white woman in a sea of them. i hate her fans #the beyhive are also the most insufferable but at least beyonce has talent and a body forged in the fire of the gods #alex claremont diaz is my baby (book and only the book the movie is an atrocity) #but how i am made to suffer in this white liberal wasteland #i just know they're all biden voters #anti taylor swift #anti swifties #white woman hate hours #rwrb #knee of huss

[iguana-eyanna]

Everything I Could Have Asked For

It was your first Christmas with Lewis as a married couple. You wanted this Christmas to be special. You turned to your side, hoping to cuddle closer to your husband in bed, but his spot was vacant.

You suddenly turn your head to the door, hearing it swing open and saw Lewis holding two mugs.

"Merry Christmas, love. Made some hot chocolate with some candy canes." He said, offering the mug as you sat up in bed.

"Merry Christmas." you whispered, kissing his plush lips softly, then sipping your delicious drink, then making a scrunched face.

"Wished that was coffee? Still don't understand why you had to stop yourself from enjoying." Lewis quipped, snuggling closer to you.

"It's called heartburn. Maybe if I close my eyes, it will magically turn into a latte." You said, as Lewis' free handheld you close.

"I don't think that's how physics works. But, I could wrong. Wasn't really known to be a science guy if you guessed."

You fake gasped, placing a hand on your chest, making Lewis roar with laughter.

"I gonna make you pay for that." He said.

"Oh yeah? What are you going to do?" You said, placing your mug on your nightstand. Lewis' eyes glint with mischief as he placed his mug down, now using both hands to hold your waist as he peppered your neck with kisses.

"Maybe - we can - skip - presents." He said, as all he wanted to do was stay in this bed with you.

You hum as your fingers comb through his hair.

"Lew..." you warned, knowing that he should open up his present today.

"Alright alright, but could I just hold you for a few minutes? That's all I need in this moment."

Your husband always had a way with words, so you two lied down and just felt present: no long-distance video calls on the phone or either of you working vigorously.

For doing nothing, it felt like you were doing everything.

Finally, you two rushed down the stairs and ate for a bit before opening presents. You two decide to sit on the floor.

Lewis insisted on giving you his gift first.

You open his gift and see a bunch of printed tickets for flights are framed.

"These are all the tickets we had when we'd flown out to see each other. I carried a box with me on tour cause it made me realize we always made things work no matter the distance. Finally had a chance to frame it now."

You trace your fingers to every place you two visited each other, from Glasgow, New York, even the Neverlands where he proposed.

"Lew this is amazing, I-I love it." You said, beginning to cry. You kissed as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Now, it's your turn." You said, getting up and dragging a rather large box and placing it by his lap.

Lewis began to tear off the wrapping paper and slowly opened the box. Inside of the gift was an old guitar but its strings replaced.

"What's this?" He says, squinting as he took it out.

"It's your first guitar that you played on! I remember when you said you sold it to a pawn shop. I did a little digging and found it online. I absolutely was sure it was yours when I saw your initials carved in the back."

Lewis flips it over and sees the small carved initials he placed on the neck of the guitar. He chuckles as he begins to remember.

"Dad was mad when he first saw that. But I said it gave it character. I can't believe you remembered, love! It's smaller than I imagined, it was only made for kids when I had it." He says, starting to play a few strings as he begins to tune it.

"Well, you can use it to teach our kids how to play the guitar one day. Perhaps in nine months or so." You said.

Lewis smiles at the thought as he still plays until your words finally dawn on him. He looks at you with wide eyes as he places the guitar down.

"Wait." He said, shuffling closer to your grinning self.

"Are we - Are you..." He began stuttering as he held your waist.

You nod eagerly as you reach for another gift.

"One way to find out." You said. Lewis frantically grabs it as he tears apart the package, lifting the lid to see two positive pregnancy tests.

His eyes gloss over as he looks back at you with teary eyes.

"We're having a baby." He says, his voice choked up.

You crawl into his lap as you hug him tightly. Now both of you are crying at this point. Lewis buried his face in the crook of your neck as he cried happily. He then pulled away, and you wiped his tears.

"Imma mess." He chuckled.

"You're my mess. And you're going to be the most wonderful father to our little one." You said. Both of you look down at your non-existent bump as Lewis places his hand softly on your belly, looking at you with a loving gaze.

"This is everything I could have asked for."

#lewis capaldi fic #lewis capaldi x reader #lewis capaldi imagine #lewiscapaldi #lewis capaldi #lewis capaldi fluff #lewis capaldi x pregnant reader #lewis capaldi fan fiction #scottish beyonce

[spite-and-waffles]

I always wonder whether Batfam fans really get just how fucking rich the Waynes are. Like of course we shy away from thinking about the fact that we're talking Musk and Bezos money, and focus on how Bruce funds the freaking Watchtower and has what is functionally a high-tech military base and lab and the world's most expensive vehicles. But this is the one time you don't have to factor in the implications of wealth-hoarding, so there's nothing preventing y'all from understanding exactly how much money we're talking about here.

For instance, there doesn't seem to be any concept of how palatial Wayne Manor is, simply going by the outer facades of it that appear in the comics and movies. Or how decadent the lifestyles that accompany that kind of ancestral home. Alfred couldn't run that place on his own even if he had super powers, which is why even the movies occasionally show a rotating probably-temporary staff in the background. The house probably has like 3 hundred-foot pools. Their garden is a protected heritage park.

The Waynes are 10x richer than Crazy Rich Asians. They buy and wear the jewelry worth hundreds of millions that belonged to royalty. They own private islands. The art in the house alone is worth more than the GDP of a small country. They went to school with like every US President since Teddy Roosevelt and still think the Rockefellers are new money. They're personal friends with Beyonce and can get her to perform at private parties. They can rent out an entire three-star Michelin restaurant and fly out to one for every date. They have top-line penthouse apartments in every major city in the world. They can buy a luxury sportscar instead of hiring a vehicle anywhere they visit and then just toss the keys to the nearest person on their way out (Arab royalty is known for this appearently. There's been some very lucky parking valets in the UAE iirc).

Bruce is as rich as Ra's Al Ghul, regularly make social calls to heads of state and his family has a history of being king-makers. Every one of Bruce's children, from Dick to Jason to Cass, is poised to inherit one of the largest and most powerful empires in the world. That means every time Bruce adopts an orphan off god-knows-where, the entire global elite is thrown into consternation and horror. Even Tim is barely acceptable to these people because he doesn't have the pedigree. I don't follow the reboot comics so Idk if Duke is adopted, but it would be so fucking funny if he was because they'd react a lot like the British establishment did to Meghan Markle (except the family and WE would have Duke's back completely). As for Damian, the fact that he's not white would get him snubbed if everyone who's anyone didn't 100% know who Ra's Al Ghul is. And they're fucking terrified because, for maximum hilarity, they probably figure that Bruce doesn't.

I just find it incredibly fucking funny when I'm reading fics that the writers can only imagine Bruce and the kids's civilian privileges extend only to "big house", "a lot of cars" and "Gotham famous". Lol. Lmao even.

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Edit: Explanation for people justifiably skeptical that Bruce could be rich as Ra's (scroll down)

#dcu #dc comics #batfamily #the wayne family #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #cassandra cain #duke thomas #batfamily meta #bat meta #dc meta #only in gotham #spite waffle #capitalism #colonialism #white supremacy #ra's al ghul

[avatar-anna]

latina!y/n for Grammy blurb eso bc benito is nominated!!

it always feels weird to mention other celebrities in fics, but i just know y/n would be the life of the party at the grammys. enjoy!

Harry was nervous about this year's Grammys, of course he was.

But trust his fiance to steal the show from him completely.

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You were buzzing in a way you never had before. This year, you got to sit at a table with Harry and his team at the Grammys, but not only that, you had prime seating next to Adele, Lizzo, and Taylor Swift, and Beyonce. You promised yourself you would be on your best behavior, that you wouldn't make a fool out of yourself or Harry. There were going to be cameras everywhere, you didn't need that kind of media attention.

But the second tequila touched your lips and Bad Bunny appeared onstage, it was over.

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"Get up and dance with me!"

It was only the first minute of the performance, but Y/n was on her feet and pulling Harry up with her. Both of them knew that Harry was on the shy side, and that he would've been more inclined to dance after a couple of drinks, so Y/n wouldn't have minded if he stayed sitting down. But to her surprise, he stood up.

She jumped up and down and squealed, and Harry could only smile at her in return as she began to dance to the opening performance. He swayed a little and clapped along, keeping his eyes on Y/n the whole time.

She was just so happy, like this music lived in her soul. Harry knew Y/n loved his music, but he also understood the pride his love was feeling as she listened to the music she grew up hearing in her native tongue. And honestly, it was quite magical to watch. And infectious too. So much so that she garnered the attention of some of the backup dancers that were moving through the crowd. They took over for Harry, who had been holding Y/n's hands and spinning her around every now and again.

Harry could hardly contain his smile as he admired Y/n. She was stunning in her red gown, even more so as she moved in perfect time with the music. This night was about him, and nerves had gripped him all day, but none of that mattered to him at that moment, not when her smile was so big it lit her from within.

From that moment on, there was hardly a moment when Y/n was sitting down. If someone was performing, she was up and dancing alongside Lizzo or Taylor, who were more than happy to match her energy.

Harry didn't mind that when people stopped by his table, they ended up having a conversation and sharing a drink with Y/n. In fact, he was happy to see his love so outgoing in public when she was usually so shy around such well-known faces.

Just a few months ago she was practically hiding behind his arm as he introduced her to Chris Pine, and now she was dancing with Doja Cat as Queen Latifah and Missy Elliott performed. Y/n had become the life of the party, yet few people knew who she was.

"She's absolutely lovely."

"She's a doll, Harry."

"I just ran into the nicest young woman, and she said she was with you!"

"Promise me you're coming to the after party."

Compliment after compliment after compliment, and Harry fielded each one proudly. So often Y/n got insecure about what the public thought of her, but she had completely enchanted every single person in the room tonight. It was better than any award Harry was up for tonight.

And then, of course, was the moment when Bad Bunny actually came over to their table at the commercial break, which of course was when Y/n went quiet. Harry shot her an amused look when she gripped his hand tightly and let him lead the conversation, especially when she was the one who spoke Spanish.

"And I saw you from the stage. I should've hired you to be one of my dancers," he said.

Y/n blushed and gripped Harry's hand even harder. "I...I'm just a huge fan. Of—Of your music, and what you've done for the Latinx community...I—"

She gushed to her favorite artist in a rush of Spanish that Harry managed to follow, that same beautiful smile on her face. Not an ounce of jealousy coursed through him, even as Bad Bunny smiled at his love in return. She was still holding his hand, and he knew what it was like to be moved by music, to get to express admiration for someone he'd been a fan of for a long time.

When Bad Bunny eventually left, Y/n loosed out a long breath. Harry leaned over and kissed her temple. "You did great, lovie."

"I think I just blacked out," she admitted, eyes wide with disbelief.

Harry grinned and kissed her again, pulling her chair closer to his. "I'll tell you all about it at the next commercial break.

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It was the end of the night, the last award was about to be called. Once again, your hand was in Harry's, only this time he was gripping yours just as hard as you held his. His breaths were shaky as he waited for the winner to be announced. Harry was as humble as they came, and you knew he would be proud of whoever won the award, but you also knew how much pressure he put on himself. He wanted this, badly, and you wanted it for him.

Muttering prayer after prayer under your breath, you watched the stage, hardly blinking the entire time. When Trevor Noah looked down at the card, then walked over to the line of fans behind him, toward one in particular, you knew.

"Bubba, it's you. You—"

"H—Harry—Harry Styles."

The room erupted, but Harry curled in on himself, hiding his face in his hands. You were there in a heartbeat, resting a hand on his back and whispering softly in his ear. "You did it, bubba. I'm so proud of you. I love you. Now get up there. You deserve it."

Harry finally emerged, and you could tell he was close to crying. You hugged and kissed him briefly, then stepped out of the way to let Kid and Tyler embrace him. Lizzo was screaming and jumping beside you, turning her phone toward you to capture your reaction.

As Harry walked up to the stage and headed straight to the older woman who was his "biggest fan," you immediately had a thought. "Anne. Anne should be here."

You grabbed Harry's phone because it was closest to you and unlocked it, pulling up his mother's contact. The first ring barely went through before the FaceTime call connected. Harry's family was all together to celebrate, but you quickly hushed them as you turned the camera toward the stage.

The moment Harry began talking, you teared up. Harry was so sweet and so clearly awestruck that he couldn't find the words to properly express himself. But he deserved this, more than he thought he did. Harry worked so hard, created something so honest and endearing that you had no doubts that he would win (would you have minded if Beyonce or Bad Bunny won? No, but this was well deserved).

"And, uh, to my best friend, the love of my life, I love you. Thank you for making me the happiest man in the world and allowing me to create music that reflects that. This is for you."

"If you don't go meet your man backstage right now," Lizzo muttered to you, to which Anne muttered her approval from Harry's phone.

Laughing, you quickly dabbed your tears away and rushed off to where you saw Harry disappear moments ago.

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Harry was shaking hands and receiving claps on the back from people backstage. He was smiling, but in a dumbstruck kind of way. He still couldn't quite believe he'd won the award for Album of the Year.

He'd stopped to talk to someone as he handed the Grammy back to a crew member (the real one with his name on it would come in a few days) when Kid tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention. Kid nodded down the hall, and Harry followed his friend's gaze to where a woman in red was standing, her hands clasped together and searching. Searching for him.

Harry went over to her immediately, collapsing in her arms. Y/n held onto him fiercely, one hand cupping the back of his head while the other rubbed up and down his back. The force of everything that just happened crashed into him, and almost as if she knew, his love held him that much tighter, kissing the top of his head over and over again.

"I think I just blacked out up there," he said against her, not quite ready to face the rest of the world just yet.

Y/n tipped his head up and kissed him hard and quick. There was a look in her eye that had Harry blushing; it was the look she gave him whenever she wanted to pull him into the closest room with a lock and be alone for a while. But all she did was rub her thumb against his cheekbone affectionately. "I'll tell you all about it later."

#harry styles #harry styles x latina! reader #harry styles x latina reader #harry styles blurb #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfic #harry styles oneshot #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x you #harry styles fluff #harry styles writing

[antianakin]

I really do feel a lot of sympathy for the people who still have the softer anti-Jedi interpretation of Star Wars. You know the one, where the Jedi were good people individually and definitely didn't deserve to be genocided, but that their culture is repressive and isolating, and if they'd reformed it more then maybe Anakin wouldn't have gone dark, etc etc.

Because I believe that they love the Jedi. I do! You can often tell in some of the things they write about them, in meta or in fic, that they do genuinely LIKE the Jedi. And this interpretation very much does feel like it spawned as a way to fight back against the interpretation that "the Jedi were corrupt and that's the point of the Prequels" that was so popular right after the films were released and remains relatively popular today. It stands in a middle ground between "the Jedi are the heroes of the story who did nothing wrong" and "the Jedi are the true villains of the story who deserved to die" that allows for the Jedi to have been GOOD, just misguided.

This interpretation allows for these fans to find ways to SAVE the Jedi by having them reform themselves to, often, philosophies and practices that the canon Jedi actually already have. They often end up deciding that they CAN have relationships actually, so long as the don't let their relationships be prioritized over their duty or cause them to harm others. They often end up recognizing that balance means letting go of anger and fear rather than pretending it doesn't exist. They often end up realizing that mental health and therapy are good and important things.

These fans are SO CLOSE to getting it! All they need a little nudge to realize that the Jedi ALREADY HAVE ALL OF THAT. It's not a BETTER interpretation to see the Jedi as having caused their own destruction, intentionally or not. It doesn't necessarily make the story better to see it as true. It's not even necessarily more nuanced to view it that way.

As Jean-Luc Picard and Beyonce have taught us, sometimes you can do everything right, make no mistakes, and still lose. That's not failure, that's just life. The Jedi lost. They did everything right, as well as they could have under the circumstances, and lost due to things that were completely out of their control to change.

#star wars #jedi #pro jedi #jedi appreciation #jedi culture appreciated #jedi culture respected

[tloubrainrot]

She Knows

Summary: You and Ellie both live in Jackson, with a past “altercation” that’s hard to ignore. Ellie has a new girlfriend, and tries to ignore her feelings for you but since getting paired with you for patrol, she’s having some issues.

As always thank you for taking the time to read our collaborative fan fic!

We ask that minors do not read or interact! VERY NSFW CONTENT AHEAD!

We have prepared a playlist that we highly suggest listening to while reading:

Figure you out - DJO

Wet Dream - Wet Leg

Partition - Beyonce

I Wanna be your dog - Joan Jett & The Blackhearts

Let it Happen - Tame Impala

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Waking up early really pissed you off, but being paired with Ellie for patrol just pissed you off more. She always had the worst attitude, you never knew why but you felt like she always had it out for you. Maybe it was something that you did, but she should come to you directly rather than being a raging cunt.

You started your morning getting ready for patrol, still unaware of your pairing with Ellie. You didn’t enjoy patrolling, but it was nice to stay familiar with your combat skills. You threw on your usual pair of jeans and a jacket to protect yourself from the cold of Jackson. You sigh as you walk out of the comfort of your home, wishing like hell that you could turn around and ditch all responsibilities.

You walk down the streets of Jackson, watching as the community starts to wake up. You always loved the atmosphere around you, everyone was so sweet. Everyone knew each other, and everyone cared about each other. Well, most people.

You walked into the dining hall, making your way over to the line to grab your usual breakfast before patrol. In front of you was Ellie and her friend group. She had her arm wrapped around her girlfriend, and two other friends surrounded them. Ellie glanced at your direction, looking you up and down and narrowing her brows. The day barely began and she was already pissing you off. You look away, crossing your arms.

The line finally moves along and you grab your food and take a seat at your table. Every morning you bring a book with you, reading it while eating always gives you a much needed brain break before patrol. Several minutes pass, getting lost into your book until a group of people start getting loud. You look across the room, seeing Ellie’s group laughing obnoxiously. You notice Ellie and her girlfriend tangled into each other, Ellie’s arms still wrapped around her.

You manage to look away, looking back down at your book before your friend, Dina approaches you. “Hey babe,” she says sitting down next to you with her own plate. “Hey D,” you reply before you look back over at Ellie’s group. Dina catches you looking at glances at the direction with you.

Ellie looks up for a moment, catching your eye. She maintains eye contact for a few seconds, then smirks at you. She leans over to her girlfriend, whispering in her ear while looking at you. She looks back over at her girlfriend, grabbing her jaw and turning her face towards her own. She pulls her in slowly kissing her on the lips. She pulls away slowly, pecking her a few more times on the jaw. Ellie looks at you again, taking a bite of her food and then smiling at her girlfriend. You roll your eyes and turn your head to face Dina.

“She’s such a fucking whore,” you state. “I’m so sick of her attitude.” Dina laughs, taking another bite of her food.

“Why don’t you two get along anyway?”

You shrug, “I don’t know, she’s just so snobby, we’ve just never got along.”

Dina nods, looking over at Ellie for a second then back over to you, “She's pretty hot though right? Didn’t you two like almost hook up?”

You look up from your plate and glare at Dina. “I mean, almost. But we didn’t.”

Dina nods and smiles, “but almost is still a pretty big deal, what happened?” You roll your eyes contemplating whether you actually want to talk about it or not. You set your fork down on your plate, putting your hands in your lap for comfort.

“We were at a party,” you state, picking at the skin around your finger. “We were drunk, but nothing actually happened.”

Dina looks at you and furrows her brows, “That’s it? I don’t get any more details?”

“I told you, nothing happened. So there’s no details to give,” you say defensively.

Dina shrugs, looking down at her food and eating again. You both start eating in silence, leaving yourself to relive the night you experienced. That night always seemed to linger in the back of your mind. You remember being at the party that night, wasted out of your mind. You left Dina and Jesse to go to the bathroom. You waited patiently for the bathroom to free up, and when it did you walked to the door just as Ellie walked out. She shook the water off her hands. She looked at you, eyeing you slowly from head to toe then walking past you. You rolled your eyes, walking past her and into the bathroom. You look at yourself into the mirror, and look down to wash your hands. You notice a few pairs of rings next to the sink, realizing they are Ellie’s.

You opened the door, to see Ellie looking at you. She looks behind you and puts a hand on your waist, moving you to the side to grab the rings and slide them on her fingers. She goes to leave the room, “Hello to you too”, you say. She turns around to look at you, “Hm? Need something?” she says, still adjusting the rings on her fingers. “I don’t know you’ve been real distant lately and I'm sick of trying to figure out why,” you say.

Ellie reaches over, shutting the door then faces you again. “Who said I have a problem with you?”

“Then why do you have an attitude?”

She takes a step towards you, and seems how the bathroom was entirely too small, she was basically inches away from you. You could now smell the alcohol radiating off her body, she runs a hand through your hair. “You’ve been on my mind lately.”

“What do you mean by that?” you ask. She steps toward you again, pressing your back towards a wall. She puts her arms on each side of you against the wall, blocking you in. “Needed to step away before I did something bad.” She dips her face into your neck, placing a soft kiss right below your ear. You gulp, “Bad?”. She kisses your neck again. You let out a breathy groan, “Bad..” She lifts her head up to meet your eyes, she puts her thumb against your lip. “Pretty mouth.” she says pushing you closer by your belt loops. You squirm, trying your best not to look flustered, knowing well this is turning you on, too much.

You search her eyes for a moment, feeling your core growing more and more wet by the second. “Fuck.” you whisper. She grins at you, “What’s wrong? Hm?” She slides her hand between your legs.

“Please,” you say eagerly.

“Begging already?” she smirks against your ear.

You spread your legs further apart. “You’re so fucking pathetic”. She doesn’t hesitate as she crashes her lips into yours desperately. She breathes heavily and she tastes like alcohol, but you crave her, she craves you. “Fuck,” she moans against your lips. She moves her kisses to your neck, licking a sucking while you grind on her hand. “Gave yourself up to me so quickly.”

She kept kissing you, and started to rub your soaked core over your pants. You whimper softly, “More.”

She smirked at you, reaching her other hand under your shirt and grasping one of your breasts. She kissed your lips again, “Tell me what you want..” She started to slide her hand down your pants, and returned her lips to your own, smiling as you prop your mouth open into an ‘o’. As Ellie finally reaches your soaked core, the door opens. You both look over at the person standing at the doorway awkwardly.

The stranger closes the door and Ellie pulls her hand out of your pants. She looks at you before sucking her fingers, “Tastes good.” You bite your lip at the view, it’s making you wetter for sure. Ellie wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb and smirks at you. “Another time.” Ellie exits the room appearing unphased by getting caught. You on the other hand were insanely embarrassed. You adjusted your clothes and went back out to the party. Finding Dina and Jesse just to tell them you were leaving because you felt sick.

It had been eight months since then and you and Ellie barely said more than a few words to each other, and if she did she’d be a complete asshole about it, which you don't get. Besides, Ellie has a girlfriend now. You don’t want anything to do with her, and the feeling is most definitely mutual. Yet here today, you look over at Ellie, kissing her girlfriend and can’t help but think about how good she felt touching you that night. You knew exactly what those kisses felt like. Sometimes you wish you got to go all the way.

“You ready?” You look up at Dina, “Hm?” “To check the patrol list? Have you not been listening?” You nod, “Oh right, sorry. I’m ready.”

You and Dina cleaned up your plates then left to the stables to see where everyone was placed for the day. You and Dina were always paired together, which was nice because you both got along so well. You look ahead and notice Ellie and Jesse were already talking. You get closer and Ellie gives you a dirty look. You walk into the stables with Dina and look down at the schedule. You search the list until you find your name and see Ellie’s name written down next to yours. “What the fuck?” You say looking over at Dina. “That’s hilarious.” Dina laughs. “Oh shut up,” you say, nudging her.

“Why the hell aren't we together?” you questioned. Dina looks at the location Ellie and I were placed at, “because you guys are the only ones out of us four that know that location,” she states. “You’ve been there with Maria, and Ellie went with Joel.” You look down at the paper again, “fuck me,” you whisper under your breath.

“Well, it looks like I’m with Jesse. Don’t kill each other.” You nod at her and she heads off to go talk to Jesse. Once Dina leaves Ellie walks in, checking the paper and finds that you are both paired together.

She scoffs, “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” She looks over at you and rolls her eyes. “Don’t sound so excited, I'm begging you.” you say looking up at her as you strap your knife to your thigh. You both walk over to grab your weapons. You pull your backpack over your shoulder and reach out to grab your favorite pistol, which you always use. You feel Ellies hand hit your own as you both reach for the same one.

“Oh please.” she says looking over at you.

“Dibs.” you reply.

“Like you can aim that thing.” she says, smirking and pulling it off the wall.

“We rarely find any infected anyway.” you say. “Asshole” you mutter under your breath, rolling your eyes. You end up selecting a different pistol, not wanting to fight her any longer over a stupid gun. You both walk out of the stables, straddling up your horses before heading out. You look around and already notice Jesse and Dina have left. It was just you and Ellie, unfortunately. Both horses were finally saddled and Ellie mounted onto hers, Shimmer. Ellie looks over at you, attempting to mount onto your own. Dina usually helped you up but she wasn’t here this time to help. You jumped and struggled attempting to get on your horse.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Ellie says laughing at you.

“Fuck off.”

Ellie watches you struggle for a little while longer before dismounting Shimmer, grumbling about how “This is so pathetic,” something she’s said to you in a different setting. Before you can open your mouth to retort, you feel her cold hands gripping your waist and lifting you onto your horse. You gasp as one of her hands accidentally slips under your shirt, goosebumps erupting on your skin as you try to control the blush spreading across your face.

“Thanks.” you mumble once you finally settle onto your horse.

“Whatever.” she mutters, avoiding your eyes as she clicks her tongue at Shimmer, urging her to move.

It was finally time to leave, and you prayed this wouldn’t take long. The gates opened and you both set off. Ellie didn’t wait for you, she rode off far in front of you almost the entire way to the lookout location. You didn’t mind though, it was peaceful and you didn’t feel like dealing with small talk with Ellie. As you eventually catch up, Ellie begins to speak.

“When did you take this route last?”

“Last month.”

Ellie goes quiet for a few seconds. “With who?” She seems genuine.

“Maria.”

“Not Dina?”

You’re confused by the question, why would she even care about you or your friends? “No, only me and you are trained for it in our section. Why?”

“I just thought you would have showed it to her by now, considering how close you are.”

“I mean, she is my best friend.”

“That’s it?”

“Why do you care? Don't you have a girl to worry about?”

“She’s taken care of, don't worry,” she says, looking away from you.

“I’m sure she is.”

She looks back over at you again,“What do you mean by that?”

You pause. “Nothing.”

The rest of the trip there is filled with awkward silence and the constant sounds of the horses hooves hitting the ground. You feel yourself becoming more relieved as you see the old supermarket in the distance, the one you once explored with Maria. You both tie up the horses nearby and make your way to the entrance. Ellie walks ahead of you, you put a hand on her shoulder for a moment, signaling her to look at you.

“Slow down, we have to stick together.” Of course she pissed you off but you really didn’t feel like seeing her get killed. She nods at you, slowing down and sticking with you until you get inside. You both only came across a few infected, Ellie took out a couple and so did you. Before you knew it, the place was clear. You feel your heart rate slowing down and you finally start to look around for any supplies.

You find a few things and shove them into your bag, before setting off to find Ellie somewhere in the store. You see her crouched down behind a counter, “anything good?” She looks up at you, searching through a drawer and shakes her head. “Yeah me either.”

“Ready?” she says, in which you respond with a simple nod. You both head for the door, you look back at Ellie adjusting her backpack straps on her shoulders. You take a peek outside before opening the door. You swing it open feeling the cold air hit your skin. You feel Ellie wrap herself around you, putting a hand over your mouth and dragging you back into the store. You feel yourself starting to panic, Ellie’s hand remains over your mouth as she looks outside. She crouches down next to you, removing her hand slowly from your mouth. “Quiet,” she whispers as she puts her pointer finger over her mouth. You search her eyes, trying to read how serious this situation may be.

“Stalkers,” she whispered. “Four of them.” She starts moving back into the store quietly, motioning for you to follow. You both end up in a small storage closet, you and Ellie are facing each other, the sudden closeness makes you feel tense. “Now what?”

“It’s getting dark, let’s just wait till the sun comes back up to take them out.” You nod, sliding your back against the wall to sit down and get yourself comfortable. An awkward silence fills the room.

“So, how long have you and your girlfriend been together?”

“Why do you never say her name?”

“I say her name.”

“Say it then, what is stopping you?” Ellie leans in, her face now closer to yours “What are you afraid of?”

You glance down at her lips, fidgeting with your fingers anxiously “Accepting it.”

You hear Ellie’s breath catch her throat and she lets out a breathy sigh. She leans back again, pressing her back to the wall. “I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Doing what?”

“I can't be thinking about you like this.”

“Like what, Ellie?” You part your legs slightly, leaning closer and looking at Ellie seated across from you.

Ellie looks away from you as she takes her jacket off, leaving her in her black tank top. You notice yourself getting hot too, and you can only imagine how she’s feeling. She looks over at you again, with her head tilted slightly to the side watching as you repeat her actions. You take off your jacket, throwing it to the side then looking back over to her direction. You eye her, looking at her as if you were going to devour her as your last meal.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” she says, leaning her head back against the wall.

“Do I?”

“I am in so much trouble.”

“Come here.”

“I can't sit near you.”

“Why not?”

You part your lips as she leans closer to you. “I want to touch you so bad but I can’t.” she says eagerly.

“Is that why you've been treating me like shit?”

“I needed to push you away.”

“From what exactly?” you chuckle at her flushed face, now it's her turn to be nervous

“Needing you so goddamn bad, always have.”

You lean back again, a moan almost escaping your mouth as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten. You unzip your jacket.

“Do you think about me when you fuck her?”

Ellie’s eyes widen, “I-”

You rest your hands at your waist, “Do you?”

Ellie's eyes follow your hands as you unbutton your pants.

“All the fucking time,” she says watching you remove your pants from your hips and sliding them down until they rest at your ankles. She watches eagerly as you start to play with yourself over your soaked underwear. Ellie fixes her posture, getting more and more flustered by the second. You move your underwear to the side, running two fingers through your slick and gathering it to wetten your clit.

Ellie watches intently, noticing how your breathing gets heavier the longer you circled your sweet spot.

“Fuck.” you whimpered. “Ellie.”

“You are fucking insane.”

“Feels so good, wish it was you.” you said through pants and moans.

“Spread them wider.” Ellie says, lowering her voice. “Now.”

You groan, her stern order sending an immediate sense of arousal to your core. You pull your pants completely off and kick them to the side. You slowly remove your underwear, and spread your legs further apart. You insert two fingers inside of yourself, curling them upward. Wet sounds fill the room, along with your desperate pleads and moans.

“You are so fucking wet, its pathetic, I’m not even touching you”

“I just want you to destroy me. Been wanting it so badly. I think about that night too often.”

“You think about it when you fuck yourself?”

“Every time.”

You continue to curl your fingers and try to desperately fuck yourself and find the right spot to get yourself off.

“You dont even know how to fuck yourself right.”

“You sure about that?” You fix your position so you’re now riding your fingers, bouncing as you finally find a good angle that continuously hits that spot, making your head roll back. Ellie’s fists clench and unclench repeatedly by her sides as she tries to stop herself from giving you what you both so desperately want. Every time she shifts she can feel how uncomfortably wet she is, god she can’t remember the last time she was this turned on. And all she’s doing is watching.

“C’mon, Els, I can see you s-squirming-fuck- I know you wanna-”

“You know I can’t” Ellie interrupts through gritted teeth, pupils blown wide as she watches the way your cunt swallows your fingers, the wet sounds of you fucking yourself filling the small space.

“Please, I’m aching for you, I need you inside me so bad it hurts.” you pout, bouncing faster as you use your free hand to pull your shirt and bra over your tits, exposing yourself to her hungry eyes.

Almost like she's in a trance, Ellie leans forward to get a closer look at you. Her grip bruises your thighs as her warm breath fans over your nipples, which get impossibly harder under her attention. She’s so close her lips are almost touching you, and you feel yourself getting impossibly wetter at just how desperate she looks. Just as you think she’s about to put her mouth to good use, she pulls back at the last second.

“Fuck this.”

Ellie slams herself back against the wall and practically rips her pants and boxers off, tossing them haphazardly to the side as she spreads her legs for you. The sticky sound of her thighs parting makes you gasp, and your jaw drops at the sight of her all soaked and needy for you.

“Do you see what you fucking do to me?” she grunts, her fingers making fast circles on her clit as she bites her lip “oh god- this is so bad”

Her head is pressed back against the wall as her eyes roam your body hungrily. You see her fingers dip down to her entrance to collect more of her slick, and an idea pops into your head.

“Wanna see you fuck yourself” you beg, your free hand trailing up your body to play with your tits “please.”

“Yeah, pretty girl?” Ellie pants, trying to sound cocky but it comes out more desperate than she means it to.

You nod vigorously, earning a low chuckle from her as she leans forward, whispering in your ear “Who knew you were such a filthy fucking slut?”

Ellie gets on her knees and sinks down on her fingers with a groan, eyebrows furrowed as she starts to fuck herself. She uses her free hand to pull her shirt up, toned abs on display as she pushes down on her lower stomach and whines.

“Do you wish you were her? Getting railed by me every night? Filled up with me? Hm?” Ellie pants, the two of you leaning forward like there's a magnet pulling you towards each other. Ellie’s forehead is pressed against yours, your pants and whimpers mixing as you fight every urge to lunge forward and kiss her.

“Come on, just like that.” Ellie encourages you as she notices you slowing down. You’re getting tired and frustrated, your fingers not reaching the spot you know hers would.

“Ellie, please just touch me- ah” you whine, your lips ghosting over hers “I promise I won't tell.”

She moans at that, her movements speeding up as her green eyes pierce yours, her eyes glossy because she’s almost tearing up from wanting to fuck you so bad.

“Don’t say that, I won't be able to stop myself, and you know it.”

You clench around your fingers from her words, and you feel yourself getting closer with each passing second. The way Ellie looks at you isn’t helping, her eyes flicking between your mouth and your tits as she speeds up her movements.

“M’so close Ellie please” you whine into her mouth, her eyes screwed shut at your words as she tries desperately to control herself.

“F-fuck, me too god wanna see you cum so bad, this is all for me, right?” she's rambling now, desperately chasing her release so you can both come undone together

“I'm all yours, this is all for you”

“All for me, all for me” she groans, squeezing her eyes closed in frustration “God I can’t-” Ellie cuts herself off with a strangled moan, pushing you back aggressively and spreading your thighs before you can even realize what's happening.

“Well don’t be shy now, cmon keep going” Ellie says, placing her hand around your neck, spreading your legs further with her knee. “Keep going.”

You let out a strangled moan as the grip on your neck tightens, the pressure making you delirious as you fuck yourself even faster. It feels so good you can barely breathe, your eyes squeezing shut as you chase your high.

“Open your fucking eyes and look at me.” Ellie growls out, her grip on you tightening even more.

You force your eyes open, tears threatening to spill over as your mouth drops open. Ellie’s eyes pierce yours, her pupils are so dilated you can barely see the green anymore. Your vision get foggy from being so turned on.

“I'm gonna come so fucking hard, oh god, I'm gonna c-” you moan, whines increasing in volume as you get closer

Ellie grazes her thumb on your lower lip “You’re driving me crazy looking all fucked out like that”.

You almost let out a sob as you suddenly feel Ellie’s iron grip on your wrist, stopping your movements. You’re so frustrated, and you’re so close. You look up to snap at Ellie for doing that but instead you see a look on her face you haven’t seen before, it almost scares you, but in a good way. She looks like she’s starving and she’s going to put an end to it. “Wouldn’t be polite of me to leave the mess I caused, hm?”

Ellie yanks your wrist, pulling your fingers out before replacing them with her own. You try to squeeze your thighs together at the sudden intrusion, her fingers are so much longer than yours and the pleasure is almost overwhelming, but she forces you to keep them open.

“I dont give a fuck anymore.” She whispers against your lips. “I’ll leave her” and before you can even say anything in return she crashes her lips into yours and puts your lower lip between her teeth, holding on for dear life.

“I don't want to stop kissing you. '' She is out of breath at this point. “Ever.”

You can’t even respond, you can barely even kiss back as you feel your orgasm wash over you. Broken cries of Ellie’s name and the sound of your wetness dripping onto the floor are almost deafening as Ellie whispers praises into your ear.

“Good fucking girl.” You get dizzy at the remark, stumbling to get onto your knees as you push Ellie onto her back, her eyes widening as you smirk down at her.

“Wanna taste.” You spread her legs apart. “Please, can I?”.

Ellie brings you closer to her by wrapping her legs around you, she puts her finger on your chin. “Beg for it” She pushes you even closer, her legs grip around your waist hard.

“Pretty please” you beg, pouting as your eyes flick down to where you know she needs you most. Without another word, Ellie grabs your hair and guides you down between her legs, her eyes tracking your every movement.

You gasp when you’re eye-level with her cunt, she’s so wet it's glistening in the low light of the room as she uses her fingers to spread herself for you.

“Be a good slut for me.”

You wrap your lips around her clit, her grip in your hair tightening as she lets out a relieved sigh. You eat her out like you’re starving, not stopping for a breath as her slick runs down your chin. She tastes so good your eyes roll back into your head as you clean her up the best you can.

“Fuck, doing so good, making me feel so f-fucking good” she moans, her back arching as you flick your tongue over her hole. You push her legs back so you are now fucking her with your tongue.

Her moans and grunts increase in volume as she bucks her hips against your mouth, one of her arms thrown over her eyes while the other one holds your hair as she loses herself in pleasure. You feel lightheaded at the lack of air, but all you can focus is on making her cum. You’d rather die than stop hearing the pretty noises she’s making for you.

“I’m getting close, don’t you dare fucking stop” she groans as she continues slopily fucking herself on your face, your jaw sore from how harsh her thrusts are becoming. You move your mouth back up to her clit, sucking harshly as you remove one of your hands from her thigh, slipping a finger in with almost no resistance.

“Can’t believe you didn’t fuck me sooner.” she lets out.

Her hips stutter on your face as she rides out her orgasm, she clenches around you repeatedly while her thighs clamp around your head. You’re disappointed her moans are muffled, but you don’t stop sucking on her clit until she's practically pushing you off from the overstimulation. You push her arm away from her mouth “I wanna hear you.” You say your cheek pressed against her inner thigh.

Before what you've both done can settle in, Ellie pulls you up by the hair and kisses you harshly, tasting herself on your tongue as she lets out a low moan. You kiss her sloppily, your tongue exploring her mouth as you intertwine your hands in her hair. You kiss until you’re both out of breath, your head falling into the crook of her neck. She puts her hand on your chin and makes you look up at her. “Such a gorgeous girl”

You kiss her deeply, you break the kiss and look at her. She’s one of the most beautiful people you’ve ever seen. Her lips and eyes were addicting to you. You know you aren’t leaving her side anytime soon.

AUTHORS NOTE:

The stalkers listening outside the door:

#tlou #ellie smut #ellie williams #ellie fanfiction #ellie x y/n #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie x you #the last of us #tlou2

[inourtownofhawkins]

ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜰɪʀᴇ, ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪ (ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ)

Summary: You are part of the biggest girl group on the planet, Eddie is the face of the biggest rock band of the century. A chance meeting at Coachella sends both of you into what would be the biggest love affair in music history; if only people knew about it.

Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie x K-Pop Idol!Reader

Author's note: My love for K-Pop and Stranger Things/Eddie Munson in one fic? It's more likely than you think. If you don't know much/anything about the K-Pop world, not to worry, I'll be going over some of it in this fic! I'll try to keep the Korean honorific names to a minimum but I do wanna try to keep things as plausible as possible.

Disclaimer: In this fic, I have specified that Reader is not Korean or Asian. As someone who is white; I didn't feel it was right to write a POC character. Please be respectful.

CW: 18+, mentions of unhealthy eating habits, obsessive fan behaviour, toxic work environments, swearing, a little NSFW content, sexting, no use of Y/N but Reader's stage name is Luna.

Tagging: @munsonsbtch @impmunson @binickmiller @ali-r3n @stevesjockstrap

Word count: 2.6k

Any hate will not be tolerated, constructive criticism is welcomed.

APRIL 2019

Coachella was the biggest music festival in the world and playing there was an honour and a privilege; and while Eddie knew this, he found a lot of the hype around it insufferable. He never felt like his band belonged up there with the lights of Beyonce and Justin Bieber, even when Corroded Coffin had exploded with popularity, the larger venues they’d play out would never compare to the smaller shows.

Disliking Coachella when you perform there is one story, disliking Coachella and ending up in the crowd of one of the most talked about acts of the whole festival another matter entirely. But somehow, Gareth had convinced him to leave the tour bus to watch one performance. Only one.

“Why are we even here?” Eddie yelled into Gareth’s ear, trying to make sure he was heard over the screaming and cheering fans that surrounded them. The show hadn’t even started yet but the crowd was already at deafening levels.

“I thought it was high time you experienced a new genre of music,” Gareth yelled back, giving him a smug grin. “Plus, I hear one of the members of the group is a fan of ours.”

Eddie shrugged, knowing that Gareth was right in saying it was time to experience some new music outside of his usual comfort zone. And given the way the stage was set, the flags and lightsticks people were waving and demographic of the crowd; this was definitely outside of his comfort zone. “Who even are they?” he asked, grabbing his phone from his pocket.

Before he had a chance to type a single letter into Google, Gareth took his phone and pulled up a Wikipedia page for the group. “This is them. And before say anything, don’t judge the group before you listen to them.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow at his bandmate before looking at the page, giving Gareth even more of the side-eye.

Chain Reaction is a South Korean girl group formed by YG Entertainment, consisting of members Yoohyeon, Luna, Dahyun, and Yuqi. The group debuted in August 2016 with the digital single “Whistle”.

“K-Pop? Really, Gareth?”

“I said not to judge!” Gareth shrugged, just as the music began starting, causing both of them to look up. Eddie’s ears were already beginning to ring from how loud the fans were screaming; he was used to hearing fans through his in-ear during shows, but this was on a whole other level. Eddie didn’t pay much attention until he noticed the cropped t-shirt on one of the members, recognising the design and logo.

His heart skipped a beat, his mouth dropping open as he looked at Gareth who took the words right out of his mouth, leaning over to shout directly into his ear. “Yup, that’s a Corroded Coffin shirt, she’s a massive fan.”

Eddie chuckled a little to himself, shouting back into Gareth’s ear. “Maybe this won’t be so bad.”

After a couple of songs, the group began their introduction, all speaking in perfect unison and bowing to the still screaming audience. “Hello, we are Chain Reaction!”

A girl with dyed dark blue hair spoke up first, clearly showing her leader position. “Hello, Coachella, my name is Yoohyeon and I’m so thankful you all came out to see us!”

The crowd screamed as a response, causing the group to laugh and clap long. Then you spoke up, your long blonde hair making you stand out against the other members. “Hello, everyone,” you began, and Eddie’s heart instantly melted at your soft voice, especially at your accent. “My name is Luna, and I hope you enjoy the show.” You bowed a little, pulling down your shirt a little to make sure it wasn’t exposing too much.

As the other members introduced themselves, Eddie could hardly focus on them, he was far too interested in staring at you. He vaguely knew Yuqi had natural dark brown hair and Dahyun had dark purple hair – the only way he knew he could remember to tell them apart, probably a move from their manager so people could tell the difference.

Gareth noticed him staring, giving him a nudge. “Somebody’s got a crush.”

He glared back. “I just think she’s cute, completely not my type.”

Gareth gave him the look of “yeah, we’ll see about that”, already knowing that Eddie would at least attempt to hook up with you after the show. It was inevitable, it happened at any event or show he attended. The only thing Eddie Munson loved more than music, was women. It was rare if his hotel room didn’t have a groupie in it; and being the biggest rock band in the world meant there was an abundance of them wherever they went, Eddie would always have one on his arm by the end of the night.

Although the idea of you and Eddie together was adorable – a rock legend and a pop princess together? You’d be media darlings – although Gareth knew it would be like playing with fire. The fans of both of your groups would rip both of you and the relationship apart, the constant invasion of privacy from fans and the press alike would be almost unbearable.

But that’s the downside to being a public figure and dating someone just as well-known as you are.

Eddie wasn’t known for long term dating, either. The longest relationship Gareth had ever seen him in was his “high school sweetheart”, Chrissy Cunningham, only ended up lasting less than a year. Every other girl he’d been with wouldn’t last longer than a few weeks, he’d always blame it on his career, but Gareth knew that in reality, Eddie just didn’t want to be tied down to one person.

You, on the other hand, had no public relationship history. Being a K-Pop idol left almost no time for dating or even much of a social life outside of groupmates; and if a female idol was seen with a male idol outside of activities, fans would go wild and instantly assume they’re dating and usually boycott the idols for “betraying” them.

Once the group finished their final song; the crowd screamed and cheered, causing almost every member to look as if they were ready to burst into tears of happiness. The four of you joined hands to bow towards the audience as a thank you before you spoke up. “Coachella, we have been Chain Reaction; thank you very much and goodnight!”

Eddie kept his eyes on you, almost unable to take his eyes off you. You gave one last smile to the crowd, waving as you turned to lock eyes with Eddie. Even through the pandemonium that surrounded both of you, it all seemed to dissolve as if you were the only ones there.

You had to be almost dragged off the stage by your bandmates otherwise you would’ve spent all night just staring at Eddie. But even while you were being dragged off stage, you were desperately trying to find Eddie’s eyes again. You hoped you would be able to properly talk to him, even if you had to do it behind your manager’s back.

Backstage, the staff were cheering and applauding you and the band, giving their congratulations, and offering fans and water. You sprinted towards Yoohyeon, wrapping your arms tightly around your senior. The pair of you hugged tightly as you both broke down in floods of tears.

“This is all we ever dreamed of, unnie,” you sobbed, taking a tissue from a staff member to dab at your eyes, being careful not to ruin your makeup. Yoohyeon took the tissue from you and began trying to stop your tears. “I’m so proud of you.”

Yoohyeon laughed through her own tears, not caring if they ruined her makeup. “I’m proud of us, we’ve worked so hard for this, and you were perfect.”

You laughed a little through your tears, turning to the other two members and motioning them to come over and join in a group hug. Although there was only about a month between the two of you; Yoohyeon was definitely the older sister and mother of the group, and you were the baby sister who needed looking after and a lot of hugs.

You’d always been extremely close, even since your trainee days. Every night, you would tell each other that you’d debut together, no matter how hard you’d have to train or what you had to sacrifice.

But every member had sacrificed so much even to just get past the first audition; you’d given up school, friends, family, any chance of a normal life for one tiny shot at making it. But in that moment, all four of you knew that all the blood, sweat and tears you’d all poured into training was worth it. You’d all made it.

Walking arm in arm with Yoohyeon, the pair of you walked down the stairs to the artists area away from the stage, always looking back every few moments to check your younger bandmates were following behind both of you. You tapped Yoohyeon’s arm to stop her to let your members catch up, so all four of you could give your manager, Steve a celebratory hug.

As soon as you stepped into the artists area and saw Steve, you couldn’t control the excitement and relief of the performance; you screamed and sprinted towards him, jumping into his arms, and barely giving him enough time to catch you. You got on well with Steve, he became like a big brother to you and your fellow band members, even if he was a little strict with the four of you, but it certainly came out of a place of love and wanting the best for all of you.

“You were amazing out there,” Steve hugged you tightly, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as he slowly let you down out of his arms and handed you a water bottle with a straw in the top.

“Think we won ‘em over, boss?” You asked, smirking as you placed the straw in the side of your lips.

“Won them over? You guys have done more than that, Twitter is exploding, you’re the top five trends on Naver, you guys are all anyone’s talking about,” Steve grinned.

“We’ve made it!” You shouted in unison with your band mates, before all of you laughed and hugged. Sure, Chain Reaction was very successful in South Korea, but this was a whole new level of success and recognition. All eyes were on your group and despite that new level of pressure, you all thrived under it; the challenge was exciting to all of you.

Your bandmates took their seats and chatted excitedly amongst themselves, while you leaned against the wall, taking in every moment around you. You hadn’t even realised you’d zoned out until Eddie was stood in front of you. “I know I’m beautiful, but you could at least take a picture if you’re gonna look that much,” he smirked.

You blinked a million times in a second, partly to snap yourself out of your zoned out state but also partly because you could hardly believe your eyes that Eddie Munson – the Eddie Munson – was stood in front of you. You’d been starstruck almost ever since you arrived in California several days beforehand, but this was on a whole other level.

The memories of listening to Corroded Coffin late at night during your trainee days flashed through your mind a million miles an hour, how much their lyrics kept you going when you thought you might quit and how you’d spend so much of your free time watching their performances, hooked on Eddie’s stage presence.

And now he was here in front of you, talking to you.

It was all so surreal.

You blinked again, clearing your throat. “Sorry, I completely zoned out.”

Eddie laughed, nodding his head. “Happens to a lot of people, did you wanna get out of here? Go somewhere a little quieter?”

You nodded and before you could even say a word, Eddie took your hand and led you out of the area and around the back of the crowds of staff and tents, towards Corroded Coffin’s tour bus. You somewhat wanted to protest but you weren’t about to stop this once in a lifetime chance to talk with Eddie, so you kept your mouth shut as he opened the door for you to get inside before following you inside.

“Don’t worry, everyone else is enjoying the festival, they’re not gonna be back for a while. Can I get you a drink?” He asked, moving past you towards a small fridge.

You bit your bottom lip as you walked through the bus, taking a seat at the table. “Just some water… or a Coke if you have it.”

“Lucky for you,” he pulled the fridge door open and pulled out a water bottle and a small can of Coke, placing both on the table before sitting down opposite you. “I have both.”

You smiled softly as you took both drinks, taking a long sip of the cold water. “I suppose I haven’t really introduced myself; everyone calls me Luna,” you held out your hand towards Eddie.

Instead of shaking it, he took it and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. “And what’s the name your mother gave you? Not the name the company gave you.”

Blushing darkly, you whispered out your birth name. It had been so long since anyone had even asked your real name that “Luna” more or less became your real name. But Eddie seemed to actually want to get to know you, the kiss on the hand was just a cherry on top.

“Beautiful name,” he mused. “It suits you better than the crappy stage name they gave you. How’d you even allow it to happen?”

You laughed softly as you took your hand back, wrapping it around the Coke can. “I was sixteen and very naïve when I came to Korea.”

“You were only sixteen?”

You nodded. “I auditioned for the company when I was about sixteen and then I moved to South Korea a few months later, it all happened pretty fast when I look back at it. I debuted when I was twenty.”

He sat back in the chair. “Looks like we debuted at the same age, I was twenty when our first album came out.”

“I never realised that! I listened to you guys throughout my whole trainee period, it really helped keep the passion for music alive for me.”

He smiled softly. “Well I’m glad it helped at least one person, that’s all that matters honestly. So… tell me more about you.”

You smiled back at him, leaning forward in your chair to get closer to him, beginning to babble about yourself, all the while he just looked at you with such care in his eyes, hooked on your every word.

After almost an hour, talk got to your company and just how hard it was being an idol. “Under contract, we’re not allowed to; drive, buy a car, smoke, drink, date, go clubbing, get plastic surgery, get tattoos, travel for a holiday, write and produce our own music, have control over our own money or our image. We can’t even show our faces in vlogs our friends have made.”

He raised his eyebrows. “I’m pretty sure that’s slavery.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Trust me, this is heaven compared to how contracts used to be.”

He chuckled a little, placing a hand over yours. “Listen, I should let you get back to your members or your manager might have my head, but could I get your number and we could do this again sometime?”

You smiled, nodding. “Of course.”

#spilled ink #playing with fire #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #rockstar!eddie x reader #rockstar!eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #joseph quinn #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader

[alonetogether]

fic recs queen?

im gonna go ahead and assume you mean peterick and.. rubs my gay little hands together. boy do i. gonna link another short rec list i did a few months back too cause i still stand by them :-3

explicit / mature

scene queen by darkrosealeen - 2k

time is luck by fulltimeproblem - 22.8k (GRAAAAH)

now that's what i call a spiritual revolt (from the waist down) by silvernyxa - 6.4k (nyxa my beloved nyxa)

this beyonce fan is killing me by peanutcasualty - 1.1k

pissing all by yourself, handsome? by anonymous - 4.8k (its pissplay just warning you)

die laughing on your spiral of shame by uhmyeah - 4.1k (..pissplay.. again. shrugs. what can i say, blame pete)

cherry on top by andlightplay - 2.1k

when you take my body to the stars by anonenewmoose - 1.8k

teen and up / gen

cornflower blue by spirallingstarcases - 8.3k (this was a gift from my beloved friend spi for me and it changed my brain chemistry)

you are the song stuck in my head by ieropuppyboy - 2.8k

burn all the files, desert all your past lives by thoughtfulmess - 2.5k (this one is in first person which i usually cant stand but i gave it a shot and its good!! i just know id love it more if it wasnt 1st person but thats my own bias and not on the writer!)

necessarily perpendicular states by dzzyondreams - 28.5k (people have GOT to give this fic more love its really cool and theyve had it on the backburner since 2015 apparently!!!!! like dude!!)

better off as lovers (and not the other way around) by 27_royalteas - 2.4k

#im actually... very picky with my fics and i cant even read pre-h peterick half the time so it just filters out EVEN MORE fics so. i hope #this selection suffices for now :-3 #p2 fic rec

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Self indulgent first contact AU that's been living rent free in my brain for months now;

Aliens make first contact simply because they want to go on the first real concert of a singer/band that is struggling to make a name on Earth.

Little does the singer/band know they are immensely popular on the intergalactic stage and have billions of fans all over the galaxy. I'm talking Elvis, Queen, Lady Gaga, Beyonce kinda popular. They legit have a cult following and don't even know about it.

Just... Imagine them looking out at the crowd before playing, there's not a lot of people there and they feel kind of defeated, having thought maybe this could be their big breakthrough. But then, out of nowhere, all these space ships appear. Hundreds dotting the sky, all circling above the concert area.

It's pure chaos. People are screaming, running for their lives, thinking it's some kind of alien invasion, completely abandoning the concert.

The aliens appear and... They are wearing band merch. Saying "fuck it", the singer/band play their hearts out to their adoring alien crowd.

It's the concert of the millennium.

I might just have to write a whole fic about this.

#AU #imagine #intergalactic superstar au

[theratking-heheheheheh]

recently I've come to the conclusion that Shen Yuan would listen to white girl music

this would be so funny in reverse transmigration fic Imagine Shen Yuan telling Google or something to play music and the song that comes on is Single Ladies by Beyonce. I also think he would be a big Taylor fan, he would try to hate listen but then fall in love.

or maybe he would listen to everything I don't know. Cause I want to ref some modern music in the fics I'm writing but I don't want it to be occ.

#svsss #shen yuan #shen qingqiu #scum villian self saving system #scum villain #scumbag system #luo binghe #liu qingge #danmei #mxtx #music

[thegettingbyp2]

hi! on my knees begging for a fic please about meeting a flirty johnny at an awards show - him presenting with beyonce in that blue suit is making me feral

Get to Know Each Other

How Johnny had got a spot announcing an award at the Grammy Awards was a mystery even to himself. He knew that he wasn’t the most trusted person to put on live TV so when they asked him to present an award, he thought it was a joke; especially when he would be presenting the award you were nominated for.

Over the past couple of months, after you had your big breakthrough in the music industry, you and Johnny had started flirting on twitter, something that both his and your fans were obsessing over. At first, it had been a harmless joke but the more you had been flirting with him online, the more you had found yourself developing a crush on him, despite the fact that the two of you had never actually met in person.

When you found out that Johnny was presenting your potential award, you had rang your best friend instantly, screaming down the phone at her over the fact that you were finally going to meet him. The day of the Grammy’s, you spent the entire day trying to make sure that you looked as good as you possibly could, your friend pretty much having to push you out of the door otherwise you probably wouldn’t have gone due to how nervous you were.

‘(Y/N)! How do you feel knowing that you’re going to meet Johnny Knoxville tonight after months of online flirting?’ a journalist asked you as you were walking along the carpet before heading in to take your seat.

‘I’m excited, he seems like a really nice guy and it’ll be nice to actually see him in person,’ you replied before excusing yourself, not wanting to comment too much on the subject.

You heard him before you saw him. You had been talking to some of the other nominees when you head his famous laugh pierce through the crowd and your head instantly turned, searching for the location the laugh had come from. You watched as Johnny came into view and, realising that you had a few seconds before he saw you, you let yourself shamelessly check him out. He was wearing a black suit paired with his signature converse and you felt your cheeks heat up when you realised how good he looked.

The second his eyes met yours, they lit up and he grinned, making his way through the crowd over to where you were standing.

‘Hiya, sweetheart,’ he said, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your cheek. You were instantly bowled over by the Southern accent that was colouring his voice and the smell of his aftershave had filled your senses.

‘Hi! Good to finally meet you!’ you exclaimed, kicking yourself for saying something so generic.

‘You too, feels like I’ve known you ages though,’ he said, throwing a quick wink at you before moving a little closer and bending down to speak into your ear. His arm came to wrap around your waist as he pulled you into him slightly and you knew that in the morning, there were going to be photos of the two of you littered all over social media but, in the moment, you really couldn’t bring yourself to care, you were too wrapped up in behind so close to him.

‘Once we’re finished here tonight, we should go get to know each other a bit more.’ As soon as he words left his mouth, he pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder and stood back up, taking a step backwards. ‘I really hope you win, I’m a big fan,’ he said before blending back into the crowd. You stood in a shocked silence as you watched him walk away, knowing that you were in way deeper than you ever expected.

#johnny knoxville #johnny knoxville x reader #johnny knoxville imagine

[moralesmilesanhour]

hellooo! it says your request are open to ask so here I am requesting a fic where a black reader and miles are in the kitchen cooking any kind of ethnic food. (whether it be from miles or reader’s heritage) just reader and miles jamming out to some music while cooking and being in love 😭🫶🏾

Miles felt the mattress shift and raise as your weight moved off of it. Still half-asleep, he didn’t have the energy to call after you, so he kept one eye open instead to watch you stand to leave.

You stopped to remove the scrunchie from your wrist and tie your braids back into a messy bun. This could only mean one thing: kitchen.

Miles gave himself five minutes more to sleep before the sound of cutlery clanging together piqued his curiosity, and he swung his long legs off of the bed to follow you. He made no attempt to keep his footsteps light as he bounded down the stairs, and took a seat right behind you in front of the island table.

“I heard that. You not tasting anything until I’m done,” you called out to a seemingly empty room. You put down the knife you were chopping red bell peppers with to turn around. Miles felt his heart skip a beat when your sharp eyes managed to meet his. He swore you had a ‘Spidey-sense’ of your own. When you raised an eyebrow at him, he re-appeared with a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

“You can’t stop me if you can’t see me,” he remarked, earning an eyeroll from you before you returned to chopping.

It wasn’t long before you heard music begin to drift around the kitchen, mingling with the scent rising in steam from the pot you had been stirring. You instinctively turn to look behind you and expect to see a floating speaker, but it is sitting undisturbed on the table. You think that Miles has gone back upstairs when you feel a warmth wrap around your waist. His deep brown arms suddenly appear, along with the rest of him, and you let out a laugh.

“I didn’t peg you as a Beyonce fan,” you said over the steaming pot of jambalaya. You had never in your life heard any RnB in his playlist, but here he was blasting ‘Plastic Off the Sofa’.

“I’m not, but you wouldn’t stop sending me all those damn links,” he teased.

“Aw, you actually open those?”

“Sometimes.”

You were holding up the wooden spoon with the intention of bringing it up to your lips to taste, but Miles swiftly grabs your wrists and puts it in his own mouth instead.

“Miles, are you serious?” you exclaimed as Miles happily chews, his body shaking with laughter.

Unable to stay agitated for too long, you plant a kiss on his cheek before playfully shoving him away from the pot.

#miles morales x black!reader #miles morales fic #miles morales x reader #marvel x reader #moralesanhour #whoo i hope you like this!!

[mothandpidgeon]

wip wednesday friday

tagged by lovelies @wannab-urs @ezrasbirdie and @schnarfer

I'm having really bad adhd with my wips. I feel like I start 3 new ones every week. I've love a little encouragement to finish one.

Step one: Post snippets of the fics you're working on (can be a summary if there's no snippet)

Fame Whore (Dieter Bravo x f!reader) - a fic inspired by Pedro's SAG interviews

You haven’t seen Dieter in a while, not since he shot to stardom. It seemed like one day he was doing the same little parts you’re taking— pilots that never go to series, supporting roles in schlocky action movies— and the next he was the internet’s boyfriend. It wasn’t just roles. He was everywhere. Talk shows, Super Bowl commercials, Cliff Beasts 5 merchandise tie ins. Beyonce’s internet is inundated with memes from his horny little fans. I watch Narcotics for the plot. The plot being a topless photo of Dieter as his character– the brooding, loose canon Detective Enrico Suarez. You can’t turn around without seeing that handsome face you absolutely despise.

Everybody in Hollywood has some charming anecdote about Dieter Bravo. If only they knew what he was really like.

Untitled Regency!Joel Miller au (Regency!Joel x f!reader)

Joel watches the girls as they walk through the village. two neat columns of single file. They travel with poise, following behind you like a mother goose. 

He’s done this for years, searching their faces for any familiarity. One of these girls is his daughter, which one he does not know and neither does she. He’s never met her. The scandal of her birth made anonymity the best choice nearly sixteen years ago. But Joel wishes it could have been different. 

He chose the school because it was close to home. But, of course, he didn’t know any others. Joel wasn’t well educated himself being a common tradesman. When he wrote to his brother with the militia, Corporal Miller always teased him for the brevity of his letters. Despite that, he trusted that you would see that his daughter would not be stymied by her inferior birth. 

Step two: put them in a poll and let people vote on which one you should work on

Step three: Every vote is one minute you put on a timer to work on that fic (ex. 15 votes = 15 minutes of writing)

Also feel free to ask about these or the 500 other wips in my brain. Or just say hi. My ask box is always open.

No pressure tag: @joeloverture @goodwithcheese @for-a-longlongtime @xdaddysprincessxx

#i feel guilty even mentioning these wips #because im so far from finishing anything #tag game #wip game

[wipethetape]

Ava finding out that you were this game streamer she secretly likes but won't tell

Ava Coleman x Reader

A/N: dumping this now so i will have the energy to finish the other parts. originally a fic but i know i won't give justice to it unless it's a drabble. headcanons are too long so i divided it into parts.

1 - 2

You were an uprising game streamer from Philly. You consistently stream thrice per week, depending on your schedule in Abbott. After gaining popularity (which you gain for being a fiery yet good talker), you tried out playing other games as well.

The only thing about your gamer persona is you don't actually show your face. You did some voice acting gigs back in college so you use that to conceal your real voice. So, no one knows that the popular streamer is the same as the shy, quiet teacher in a public school. 

Everything kind of went down for you when fans were more insistent that you do a face reveal than before, which you jokingly and unintentionally agreed to. 

But going back, it might have all started when you heard Jacob nerding about his current fixation that time. 

You expected the other teachers except Janine to roll their eyes or ignore him but they were actually engaging. Even Melissa and Barbara seem to know and join in the conversation. 

You tense when Gregory mentions your username, asking if it was you Jacob was talking about. When he said yes, you realized Mel and Barb just talked about your gaming persona. You. And hearing those two compliment your gaming persona as well feels surreal because you consider them as your mentors and friends, plus they always give you assurance about how you're doing a great job as a teacher. 

Ava walks in to the door with her mug, complimenting your music choice and fashion, then she stares at the camera after plugging her shop and taste because you bought some from her. 

"I bet she looks Godzilla 'cause why the hell would you hide your face like that if you look Beyonce?" 

That flusters you. You know yourself you're not exactly pretty but definitely not ugly. So in a spur of shock, you countered her statement. Which is going to be your first time. 

You think you're just another Janine for Ava with the way she treats you and calls you nicknames. Not Gregory, or maybe even Jacob. You don't recall if she even knows your name, because at least she knows Janine's. 

So you usually ignore her when she treats you… differently. But now, everyone's eyes are on you. You are usually a lone wolf unless necessary, and Ava must have hit a nerve for you to react. 

"Oh, we got ourselves a fan here. I'm about to think you're actually white." 

You ignore her last remark, and instead challenge her that you can prove her wrong. When she questions if you know the gamer personally, you just warned her to stay put on her feet and watch before leaving the room. 

#abbott elementary #ava coleman x reader #ava coleman

[ishipthis]

iDidn't see this coming - Part 1

Disclaimer: This has some spice and is set in a world where Pearl never existed, so it's cannon but not that cannon. This does mean that the confession never happened, nor did the Italy fight, so this is why they're strictly platonic best friends in denial here. Other than that, enjoy!

Like most of the bad ideas she gets mixed up in, It’s Harpers fault that it happens.

One moment they’re sipping Wine-ka’s, a delicious mix of Moscato and vodka with just enough bubbles to make you real tipsy real fast -and the next Harper is typing “CREDDIE FAN FICTION” Into the google search bar. It’s harmless, she insists. Why not? 

“All I’m saying is that If my Harperheads were dedicated to writing all kinds of freakydeaky things about me and my platonic best friend with whom I refuse to admit I’m in love with, I’d be a little bit curious about what they have to say.” 

“Harper heads?” Carly grins, taking another sip of her drink. “And I’m not in love with Freddie” It’s obvious from the high pitched tone that it’s a lie, but she does what any self respecting millennial does, she buckles down. “Why would I be in love with Freddie? That’s like most ridiculous thing that could ever happen, so ridiculous that it belongs in..” she hesitates clearly looking for some sophisticated way of ending the sentence that doesn’t end with her sounding in denial. “-the book of the world’s most ridiculous things to happen…. In the world?” she finishes. Nailed it.

 “You done?” Harper asks, eyebrow raising as she gives Carly the ‘You dropped the bag’ look, which yes, she did indeed drop the bag. The bag is on the floor. “As I was saying, my Harper Heads, Harpettes, Harpies? – like groupies but with a Harp, which is fitting because you know how I like me some groupies” Carly gives her a look. “Don’t look at me like that, it could happen. And when it does, they are going to know that even though I’m Beyonce’s best-“ another look. “Err second best friend, I’m down with them getting their creative juices flowing, because one, I’m a creative mastermind myself and two, it would save me a subscription to only fans”

 “Are you done?” Carly smirks, mimicking Harper as she reaches over to try and grab her phone back. It doesn’t work. 

“Aren’t you just a little bit curious what they think?” 

Yes. “No. Besides, if I were curious that would mean that some part of me liked Freddie like that and I don’t, so I’m clearly not curious and would never be, because that would be ridic” 

“You start talking about ‘The book of ridiculous things’ and I swear I will I disown you” 

“You would never, that too belongs in the book of ridic-“ Harper throws a pillow at her head, she maybe deserves it. 

“Carly and Freddie get caught taking a late night jacuzzi together on winter break where shenanigans ensue! Ooh shenanigans, maybe your hair isn’t the only thing getting wet” 

“Harper! Hand me the phone.”

“Okay okay, too frisky, I got you. How about this one, Freddie and Carly round third base? It’s about sport? You don’t like sport, you even got kicked out of jazzercize, but third base is relatively tame, it’s like the knitting of fondling and that feels right for you”

 “HARPER” 

“Oooh the tags on this one! Fred-” 

“Is there a Freddie and Carly are super great friends and don’t do anything to jeopardise their friendship because they cherish each other too much to do so and also she doesn’t have feelings for him anyway and he has also moved on, so they just keep being best friends forever and ever and never risk ruining the friendship- fic?” Carly asks, voice once again going Shill. Traitor. 

“No” Harper deadpans, taking another sip as she eyes her down. “Because that would be stupid.” 

“Don’t you have a date go on?” Carly asks, picking up the pillow and smacking her in the stomach. 

She’s sitting on the couch sipping on another wine-ka relishing in the way the bubbles are going to her head when her phone rings, the tone playing the one that’s personalised just for Harper. What? She likes things organised, okay? 

“BESTIE!!!” Harper is clearly drunk, and by the weird slurping sounds that are coming through the phone, she’s assuming whoever is currently kissing? Suckling? In the vicinity of the phone, is also very very drunk. 

“Are you making respectable decisions?” Carly giggles into the phone, taking another sip of her sweet little cocktail. 

“Nope, the most irresponsible ones” Harper replies slurring through a laugh as she pops the p on ‘Nope’. “But I am calling you to say don’t wait up because Victor? It’s Victor right? Oh Vince, Vinet? Oooh Fancy, I like it- is going to take good care of me tonight and by care I mean-“

“LA LA LA LA I don’t need to hear the end of that sentence, just leave your location on and remember your taser.” She means it, really. The last thing drunk Harper is-is subtle. 

“Mmmmm Victo-Vinet do that thing with your tongue again. Got to go Carls and by go I mean-” 

The phone cuts out. Thank God. One accidental sex voicemail is enough for one lifetime. 

She’s in the process of checking if it’s too late to watch another episode of Teledo House Flip when she sees it, the words glowing against the stark white background of the chrome app. ‘It’s your birthday and I’ll try if I want to by Ilovecreddie69’ and she’s not curious, she’s not. It’s a mere coincidence that her eyes drift down and happen to read the synopsis, really it is. 

“Freddie wants to throw Carly a birthday she’ll actually enjoy?” she reads aloud curiosity etched in her tone. okay so maybe she’s a little intrigued. After all, it was only a few months ago that she helped throw Freddie the party of his dreams, it only makes sense that she’d be curious what kind of party their fans think he’d know her well enough to throw for her. There’s nothing weird about that right? Right. Besides, her birthday IS coming up soon, so this is kind of fitting. 

So far it’s not so bad, it’s cute even. Fic Freddie has spent the morning worrying about trying to make her birthday special because fic Carly hates her birthday. Not so far off reality, so far so good. For her birthday this year fic Freddie has decided he wants to give it a shot to make it the best birthday she’s had, why? Because he can’t face the thought of anyone not liking the day his best friend was born, especially when the main culprit is his best friend herself. What better way than to start all of these festivities then to bake her a cake. it’s pretty tame really and not at all as weird as she thought it would be. Maybe it’s the wine talking, but she’s not not enjoying it, it’s entertaining, maybe Harper was on to something. 

She’s up to the part where he starts cooking the cake when she gets the brilliant idea. Freddie. She’ll text it to Freddie. After all her birthday is coming up and they’re always sending each other subtle hints for activities or things they want to do together, why would this be any different? Even Harper said it wasn’t weird. Freddie will get it, he’ll laugh and say ‘noted’ and on her birthday there will be a terribly made cake with sloppy frosting and a cute card and they’ll maybe say a thank you to Ilovecreddie69 when she blows out the candles. 

Yes, she’s going to send it. It’s harmless! 

She copies the link, opening her messenger app to post it in with the comment ‘A hint for my birthday’ and presses send. Harmless!

She’s all but forgotten about the text half an hour later when his reply comes in, the chime designated specifically for Freddie because organised, remember? playing out into the kitchen where she’s currently stacking her wine glasses into the dishwasher. 

Ding.

“Is Harper with you?” That's a weird question to ask, she thinks, reading his response. Then again, it's Harper so it's very possible she’s texted Freddie thinking Carly would be with him, to let them know she's with Vinet and now he's just checking in. Sweet, caring Freddie, how could anyone not love him? 

“No, she's out for the night, I don't think we'll be seeing her for a good 12 hours at least. Did she call you?”

She watches as the phone lights up with the three dots signifying he's typing before they disappear again. Weird. It happens three times, dots, no dots, dots, no dots, dots, dots, dots, no dots. Finally, just as she's beginning to think he fell asleep she gets a reply. 

"You want me to do this...for you?"

All those dots for that? He's acting weird, technically she realises that, but also reality is she's still pretty tipsy so it’s also very possible she's just thinking he's being weird? Who is she to determine after three flasks of wine-ka's that he's off. His text probably just means 'I want to make sure your birthday is great and I'm just checking it's a cake you want because I care about making it perfect for you' which again, is very Freddie andalso why he is the best friend ever. Even over text he's sweet, she thinks. 

She starts typing back. 

"Yes please, but I realise I've kind of taken the surprise out of it now." 

He responds back immediately. 

"I'm certainly surprised." He's surprised? Crap. What was she thinking? He probably already had something planned because he’s Freddie, and now she's gone and messed up his plan by bringing it up. Drunk Carly logic, it’s seamless. 

She quickly taps out a response attempting to do damage control because really, Carly, you can’t just take over your best friend's plans for your birthday, that’s rude. 

"I’m sorry if I've jumped the gun here, you know I’d be happy with anything you came up with, you don’t have to do this. As long as I've got you by my side, it'll be perfect." There. Much better. 

She's humming to herself on the way to her bedroom as his reply finally arrives. 

"You haven't jumped the gun, I guess I'm just confused?" Confused? What does that even mean. She texts back straight away. 

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have sent it, forget I did, okay?" This is the last time Carly is drinktexting, it feels like she's doing a mental sobriety test and failing spectacularly. She blames the bubbles. 

"What if I didn't forget it, what would you want if it were now?" His question confuses her. Right now? Her birthday isn't for another three weeks, does he think she wants cake right now? I mean she's always open to cake, it’s cake -but right now it's almost 12am and who bakes a cake at midnight? She's about to tell him as much when the thought comes in that maybe fic Freddie has another birthday surprise that she missed and real Freddie is asking her what she thinks. It makes way more sense that this is why Freddie is asking her to choose what she wants. She was right, he really was planning her birthday! 

She opens the fic back up this time scrolling down as you do when you're a little bit drunk and oblivious to the fact your whole world is about to shift. 

'Sucks the frosting off her neck’

'Unzips her dress' 

'Straddles his waist' 

Oh my God. What the hell did she send him?! 

Her phone dings again. Freddie. Oh God. His messages. 

She reads back up, starting from the top as she goes back down through each of their messages reading her own words as she practically propositions him leading all the way down to his recent text which just says "Carly, please.." In context, everything he said prior now makes sense. In context, she’s screwed. 

She's got to reply, she's got to say something, she knows that. But what? What does one possibly say in this situation? 'I'm sorry, Freddie, I sent you a story with you licking cake frosting off my chest by accident because I thought it was just the cake being made and I really wanted a cake'? Yeah, that’s brilliant, NOT. And his reaction, He’d said 'what if I didn't forget it', he’d asked her to tell him what she wants. That's not a rejection, that's not a 'I don't want to cross this line' that's a please, right? I mean he literally has texted Please, Carly. 

She's internally freaking out now, externally too as she paces the floor of her bedroom. Could she do this with Freddie? Could she cross this line? The wine says yes. The heat rolling through her body also says yes. Her brain says....maybe? It's a bad decision, it's definitely a bad decision and yet... 

"You go first" she's typed it before she can stop herself, curiosity for what he's about to say overpowering any sense of self control. And she is curious; she'd be lying if she said she wasn't. I mean she's thought about it enough times, wondered what it might be like, what he might be like. Would he be gentle? Would he surprise her? Would he take control? What would he do? When they were young, they were both inexperienced teens having their first go with feelings and flirting and intimacy. Their kisses, if you could even call them that, while sweet at the time, were childlike, but now.. now they'd grown up and that meant the chance for more was definitely… possible? Maybe this was the universe's way of letting them finally get to the bottom of it, in a safe and controlled way that left them both in the safety of their own rooms. The universe is kind like that. 

The text comes in. 

"I'd take your hand and turn it over, so your palm was facing up and I'd gently brush my lips over your wrist" Oh.. 

Heat rushes to her face and her cheeks turn a warm shade of pink as she reads his words, words meant only for her. It feels like the rest of the world has disappeared, like they're suddenly in this vulnerable and safe place where only they exist. "Keep going, please?" She sends through as she sits on the edge of her bed. 

"I know we'd both be nervous, so I'd take it slow, leaving small little kisses all the way to the inside of your elbow before I stopped." Why? 

"Why would you stop?" She asks him, biting her lip as she waits for his reply. 

"Because I'd want to see you, I'd want to know if your cheeks flush when I touch you, if you'd bite your lip the way you do when you're nervous..." 

It's the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to her and its Freddie, her Freddie. How? 

"I bit my lip reading what you wrote...." 

"I wish I could see" he writes back immediately, and she does too. As strange as it is to admit that she really wishes he could see it too. 

They're only a hallway apart. A few 100 meters if that. It would be so easy, so simple to walk out the door, down the hall and see him. And yet she can't, not yet. It's one thing to cross this unspoken boundary over text, it's another thing entirely to do it for real. Here it's almost pretend, a hypothetical equation if you will, make believe. In an hour they'll put down their phones, go to bed and in the morning, they'll be back to being Freddie and Carly again. But for now... for now, she's gets to pretend. 

She sets some ground rules for herself. No photos, no phone call, nothing real, it's just texting, just them telling a story, acting out the role of characters, like a skit, she does them all the time, this is just the same thing. - it's a lie, she's aware of that, but at the same time, it's the only way she can deal with what they're doing, the line they're crossing.

"I'd want to kiss you" she types into her phone, before taking a few deep breaths deliberating on whether to send it. If she presses send, they're really doing this. It’s not lost on her that so far she's not given much back, in fact she's not really had to put herself out there at all. She could easily pretend to fall asleep and end this now.... but she doesn't want too. She counts to three and then presses send before starting to type again. "If it were now, I'd probably tell you I've thought about this moment a lot" 

Her phone buzzes. "If it were now, I'd ask you if it was recent?" 

"My thoughts?" She asks, preparing herself for the possibility that he may be wanting to know if she thinks about him, present tense, now. She does. 

"Yes" he responds. And okay, they’re doing this then, they’re admitting their feelings, maybe? She’s still not even sure if this is the question he’s asking, but to her, it is, so she goes with it, empowered by the liquid courage.

"I'd tell you yes" It’s the truth. 

"Can I ask another question...?" He asks. 

She's nervous now. "Okay..." 

"What happens tomorrow?" 

His question is the last one she’s expecting. I mean they’re practically admitting their feelings for each other which has never really happened, maybe has been a long time coming, and now he’s possibly ruining for them with a ‘What happens tomorrow?’. It’s not a question she’s ready to answer. They are not a reality she’s ready to give in to. It’s just too much, the risk of ruining what she already holds so dear? It’s not possible.. 

She texts him back. "We wake up.." It might ruin it, but at least it won’t ruin them, if the damage isn’t already done. Stupid Harper. 

"So this a dream?" Freddie asks her. 

"Yes" It’s just a dream. It can’t be more. It’s unspoken. 

"Okay" he texts, and her stomach sinks. Okay? You’ve messed it all up. She’s about to write her own ‘Freddie, please’ when another text lights up the screen. “If it were now, I’d cradle your face in my hands and I'd kiss you while guiding you backward until your back hit the wall." Shit. 

She types back, a wave of need rushing over her. 

"If it were now, I'd slip my fingers into the top of your pants and tug your body closer to mine so that I could feel you... against me" and she really means it. If she closes her eyes and imagines his words she can practically feel it, feel the way his warm body would melt with hers, his heavy breathing mixing with her own as they linger in the anticipation of what’s to come, what it all means.

Ding. 

"If it were now I'd whisper into your lips that you're driving me crazy" She can practically taste it. 

She’s breathing heavily as she replies. "If it were now, I'd look you in the eyes and tell you to take off your shirt" She wonders what he’s doing, what’s he’s thinking, is his face heating up? Is there a flush to his cheeks? Where is he sitting? Is he laying? Is he surprised to finally hear her say those words? She wants to know, but then those questions.. She’s not ready to go there, this on its own is more than she ever expected, those boundaries, they’re uncrossable. But for a moment she closes her eyes again, expanding on the last image. His hands reaching down to lift his shirt over his head, her own moving forward to touch him in a way she's never given herself permission to imagine before. It's.... 

Ding. 

"If it were now, I'd tell you that if you keep looking at me like that, I'm not going to keep being able to hold back from touching you" Fuck. Okay, so he HAS surprised her. And now she wants it more. 

"If it were now, I'd tell you to quit trying" 

"I'd pick you up and wrap your legs around my waist as I pressed your back into the wall again" He’s quit pretending it’s a hypothetical, throwing away the safety net of the ‘if it were now’ which both scares her with its intensity and intentionality and also makes her even more desperate for him. She wants it. 

"Mmm" she texts back, wanting him to know that she’s effected, that he’s doing for her exactly what she hopes she’s doing for him. 

Ding. 

"And I'd kiss my way from those pretty little lips of yours all the way to your neck so I could whisper into your ear how I can't wait to take you back to my bed, how I'm going to take my time learning all the places I've never been able to learn." That does it. She can’t. 

"Take me back" She writes. 

"Just a dream right?" He responds. 

"Just a dream" She confirms before writing again. "Freddie, take me back to your room." 

To be continued :)

Disclaimer: I'm not sure how long this will be kept up on Tumblr given that it is a little bit more mature. But AO3 going down forced my hand and some of you were pretty excited, so I caved, aha.

If you are enjoying it, please let me know because It will inspire me to actually finish the thing.

#Since you asked so nicely #Here you are #creddie #icarly #carly x freddie #otp: you're everything i've ever wanted #otp: you're still my hero #fanfic #WARNING: MATURE