#the author is arguing that you don’t need to listen to the music

[auras-moonstone]

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ furious at you (for making me feel this way.) — luke castellan

ᡣ𐭩 word count: 1.2K

ᡣ𐭩 pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader

ᡣ𐭩 summary: y/n and luke have to share a room and tensions are released.

ᡣ𐭩 warnings/contents: suggestive. implied sexual activities. tension. enemies with benefits? sub!luke. dom!reader.

ᡣ𐭩 author’s comment: first luke fic omgomgomg. i feel like i’m cheating on ethan/jack 🫣

“luke if your fingers gets near the stereo i’ll bit them off.” y/n grumbled.

“we’ve been listening to your music the entire trip.” luke argued.

“it’s been only 20 minutes, and i’m the one driving, therefore, i’m the one in charge.”

percy, grover and annabeth, who were sitting in the back, were completely unaware of the argument. they knew that the two teenagers would soon start to bicker so they had put their headphones on as soon as they entered the car.

“well, then. let me drive.” luke said.

“oh, yeah? where’s your drivers license?” she arched an eyebrow.

“i don’t need one.” luke shrugged. “if you can do it, so can i.”

“my god, you’re a child.” y/n rolled her eyes. “and yes, you need one, unless your goal is to get arrested. and that’s not on my holiday bingo.”

“i just want to listen to something other than taylor swift.” luke sighed.

“then use these lovely things called headphones. they’re great!”

“i forgot to bring them.”

“that sounds like a you problem.” the girl shrugged. “now shush. i love this song.”

“i hate you.”

ignoring him, she turned the volume up, and the story of us started resonating inside the small car. from the corner of her eye, y/n could see luke tapping his fingers against his thigh as he slowly moved his head to the rhythm of the song.

“not that bad, huh?” y/n smirked.

“it’s okay.” he tried to play it cool, but she could feel him absorbing the lyrics of the song as well as the sound of the instruments in the background.

the rest of the drive to the coast was surprisingly calm, without arguments. though the peace was short-lived because as soon as they arrived to the hotel they were going to stay at, the receptionist informed them there had been an incident with the rooms.

y/n had booked two rooms—one with three beds for the kids and one with two beds for luke and her. but something happened with her and luke’s room so they wouldn’t be able to use it.

“okay, but do you have any other available rooms?” y/n asked the woman.

“the only ones available have one bed.”

“like really really large beds where it would be impossible for us to be close?” luke intervened.

y/n sent him a glare. “sorry about him. he hasn’t matured yet.” she smiled apologetically, and the receptionist looked between them, amused. “we’ll take that room.”

“we won’t charge you, it was the hotel’s problem. i’m very sorry for the inconvenience.”

“it’s fine. thank you very much.” y/n said politely, grabbing the keys. both of them walked back to the kids and explained the situations. “we’ll have to room differently. i’ll be sleeping with beth, and luke will stay with you two.”

“i don’t think so.” annabeth said, taking the keys from y/n before she could react. “take this as an opportunity to bond so you can stop annoying us with your constant bickers. good night!” and then it was just y/n and luke in the lobby, looking dumbfounded.

“okay. whatever i just want to sleep.” y/n said as she started walking to their room, luke following behind.

“i can’t believe we have to sleep on the same bed. this is a nightmare.” luke groaned when they entered the decent-sized room.

“i have no intentions of touching you, so i don’t see the problem” y/n said and then smirked, ready to tease him. “unless you’re worried you might not resist me and end up cuddling me.”

luke scoffed “as if. my body is repulsed by you, its staying far far far away from you as possible.”

“great. so there’s no problem, then. you can stop whining like a baby.”

he crossed his arms in front of his chest. “not whining.”

“you are. you even scrunch your face like a baby does when they’re about to cry.” she demonstrated said expression.

luke’s jaw clenched. “it’s actually my repulsed face. i can’t help it.”

“if it bothers you so much, you are very welcome to sleep on the hall.” she went to her bag and grabbed her pijamas, then she turned around—back facing the boy—and pulled her shirt off.

“what are you doing?!” his voice might’ve hit the octave. “there’s a bathroom to your right, you exhibitionist.”

y/n had to bit her lip not to laugh. there was something so rewarding about teasing luke, she was never able stop herself. “calm down. it’s just my back… oh wait, i forgot you are not familiar with female anatomy, my bad.”

luke rolled his eyes. ever since he let it slip that he was a virgin, the girl has been mocking him about it. it’s not that he didn’t catch the attention of people at camp, because almost everyone drooled over the camp counselor, but he just wasn’t attracted to anyone enough to have sex with them.

well, that was a lie. there was one girl who luke was painfully attracted to. but the gods hated him because he hated her guts almost as much as he wanted to strip her out of her clothes and fuck her like he hated her. and now he had to share a bed with said girl.

“care to show me, then?” luke wanted to tease her back, but as soon as those words left his mouth he cringed.

thankfully y/n just laughed and got under the white sheets. “in your dreams, castellan. now, please get in bed so i can turn the ligh-“ she lost the ability to formulate words when the tall boy stripped off his shirt, showing his toned arms and the lines of his abs.

“what? are you bothered by my male anatomy?” he mocked as he climbed into bed.

bothered? more like flustered, the girl thought. y/n said nothing as she turned the lamp off, the only source of light came from the moonlight. the sheets felt heavy against her heated body, so she shoved them off.

the bed wasn’t big enough. only a few inches separated their bodies and the tension lingered heavily in the air.

luke could make out the shape of her body under the light of the moon, and the sight was enough to drive him insane. “oh, fuck it.”

y/n seemed to have read his mind because her body gravitated towards him and their lips met in one ferocious kiss. in between lip bites, hair pullings and ragged breaths they got rid of their clothes.

“are you sure?” whispered y/n from above him.

luke nodded desperately. “i never wanted something as much as i want you.”

“god, luke. you drive me crazy. do you know how many times i’ve dreamt about this scenario?” y/n confessed making pauses to bite his neck. she was really drunk in lust because that was something she wouldn’t dare say aloud to him under other circumstances. hell, she was probably to regret saying it the following morning.

“probably not as many times as i did.” he squeezed her hips, eager to feel her. she was taking it slow, probably to torture him, and it was both agonising and hot. just like her.

“doubtful.” she kissed his swollen lips.

“please, y/n.” he said in a breathy plead.

“what do you want?” her hands explored his chest.

“anything. just please do something, i’m dying here.”

y/n took mercy on him and gave him what he desperately needed. and luke under her, begging and squirming in pleasure was something y/n never thought she would see. now, it was going to be imprinted on her mind forever. tattooed on her brain until her very last breath.

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan fluff #luke castellan fic #percy jackson #pjo series #luke castellan smut #charlie bushnell #charlie bushnell x reader #luke castellan fanfic

[darling-i-read-it]

Convenience and Desire

Johnny Cage x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.3k 

Warnings: heavy allusions to smut (eventual smut basically but i got lazy)

Author’s Note: i main kitana cause she’s powerful and beautiful and a good leader and intelligent. But beside her i play johnny because he’s hot and dumb and i love him with my whole heart. 

Summary: You and Johnny work together often and go to blow off some steam. 

Song: unironically listened to hey baby by pitbull while writing this. feel like johnny would be proud

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif) (can't wait to play this little guy right here even though dilf johnny has my entire soul)

Johnny Cage’s smile was infectious. The way it curved was practically a trademark. It was shiny like a cartoon, almost too good to be real. He tossed it at oncomers, at girls who even half looked his ways, at people who could potentially elevate his status, at DJ’s who played songs he liked. 

It was annoying. 

You stood beside him, not sure how you had gotten caught up with him. Raiden had assured you that you were both some of Earthrealms best fighters, even if there was a bit of a personality shift. You weren’t sure how one ‘saving the world’ mission had turned into two, which turned into three. Eventually someone decided you worked well together and you were constantly shoved into the same space. When had convenience become necessity? 

Johnny smiled at Liu Kang, who returned it with a gentle gaze. Why couldn’t you have been paired together with someone like Liu? He could forever pine after Kitana and you would work well together. 

“Are you even listening?” You were broken from your thoughts by Kung Lao. His voice cut through your annoyance, making you snap out of it. 

“Yes. Yeah, sorry.” 

“Geez and usually I’m the one who doesn’t know how to listen.” Johnny nudged you. You couldn’t even muster an eye roll. Your smile is distracting Johnny. Even the thought made you gag. When had convenience become desire? 

“Thank you for your help,” you finally said, ignoring Johnny. “We couldn’t have done it without you. Your assistance is always greatly appreciated.” 

“We could have done it without you but that would’ve taken too long,” Johnny quipped. You ignored him. Liu smiled gently and nodded once. 

“It’s always a pleasure to work with you Y/N. Are you both heading back home after this?” You nodded, finally glancing at Johnny. 

“We should. I have to report back to Raiden on all of this and I’m sure you two have lives to get on with. Plus, Johnny has an early bedtime.” He snorted. 

“I’m glad you were able to reach us in time. Please don’t hesitate to call if you need anything else,” Kung Lao said. His voice had more of an edge to it. You knew Kung Lao less well than you knew Liu Kang. You tended to stray from the vastly magical aspects of earth realms defenders. “Do you read him a bedtime story too?” he quipped. 

“You all are acting like I didn’t help out there,” Johnny argued. He took his sunglasses off, revealing his eyes. He cleared his throat, like he was going to say something fancy. “Personally, I plan to celebrate our win. I know I’m going to drag her with me, you guys wanna come?” 

“Where are you going?”

“Dunno. Bars. Clubs. Wherever there’s drinks, music and ladies.” You closed your eyes hard and shook your head. You would have put your fingers to your temple if you wanted to be any more stereotypical and feed into Johnny’s cartoonish personality. 

“Probably not the best idea for a bunch of people with superpowers to get drunk,” Liu commented. You snorted and the tension of the fight officially dissipated. There was quiet laughter coming from the two in front of you, usually on the heroic stoic side. 

“Just us two then!” 

“Who says I’m coming?” you questioned. He rolled his eyes, gesturing for you two to head back home. You had the ability to conjure portals to any place you knew of. It came in handy when getting out of sticky situations, from which there always were some with Johnny. 

“We should bar hop in Ireland,” he suggested. 

“I’ll see you guys around,” you finally said. They nodded, ghosts of smiles on their faces. You turned around and Johnny stepped aside, allowing you to lift your hands. You had no interest in going to Ireland, where you were fairly sure it was early morning anyway. Instead you opened the portal to a place Johnny knew well; the streets of Hollywood. 

“Fuck yeah!” he exclaimed. “You’re the best babe.” You rolled your eyes and let him walk in ahead of you. Liu Kang and Kung Lao watched as you entered your own portal and then it closed shut behind you, leaving only a faint singe in its wake. 

“Are they together?” Kung Lao asked. Liu narrowed his eyes and shrugged. 

“I’m actually not sure.” 

“I didn’t think they were but I kind of think they might be.” 

“Yeah no, I could definitely see it.”

“Maybe we should have gone clubbing with them.” 

“Could’ve been educational.” 

Thankfully for Johnny, most of his fighting clothes could double as clubbing clothes. As he emerged from your portal he was in the thick of LA foot traffic and he fit right in. You on the other hand looked a little out of place with your padded armor and knives at your side. Though thankfully, most people seemed too drunk to care. 

“I’ll come pick you up at 4am?” you questioned. He shook his head. 

“Oh c’mon,” he said. He walked up to you and he had to get close because you could barely hear him over all the commotion. “Loosen up.” You looked in his eyes that were usually shaded by his sunglasses. It was a nice change of place to see that movie star complexion up close and not covered in blood. Though you’d be lying if you said he didn’t look good after a fight. 

“Just for a little bit.” 

“That’s the spirit.” His voice was low and sultry. If he knew how to do anything it was to seduce a woman and you knew that. You knew Johnny Cage better than most. He gestured for you to follow him through the crowd. “I know this place like the back of my hand. I used to live down here after auditions.” 

“How long were you auditioning unsuccessfully?” you teased. 

“Not as long as most.” You walked closely behind him. People were rushing by, wearing barely any clothing, laughing with their friends. You admired their carefree nature. Johnny’s shiny jacket fit in perfectly in the sequined crowd. You pushed yourself against him when others tried to get between you and he made no snarky comment like you expected. 

Finally he made a sharp turn. You looked up at the name of the place but you only saw long loopy bright letters. You half thought he had brought you to a strip club when he got to the door. You noticed the line that wrapped around the corner. 

“Johnny, there’s a line,” you said. 

“They know me.” 

You rolled your eyes. Always with that mentality. He approached the bouncer. 

“Hey,” he exclaimed, enunciating the y. “Mark, right? How’s the wife?” You expected the angry answer that always came after Johnny asked about someone's wife. 

“Hey man!” the bouncer said, giving him one of those bro handshakes you could never understand. “Where you been?” 

“Not doing many movies,” Johnny admitted. “Too busy saving the world and whatnot.” 

“That’s cool, that’s cool. Go on in man, it’s nice to see you.” You tried to suppress your surprise. You started to walk forward but the bouncer stopped you before you could. 

“She’s with me.” 

“A little different than your usual crowd huh Johnny?” 

“She’s better than them,” he said and it even sounded like he meant it. The bouncer's gaze followed you as you walked past. 

You emerged in the club. Clearly exclusive but large. There were two floors and the one you were on was filled with staggering people. Music blasted. You couldn’t locate the speakers but they had to be close with how aggressive they were on your ear drums. You stuck close to Johnny as he weaved through, saying hi to people as he passed. 

Your place had always been the fight. This was clearly Johnny’s place. 

He turned back to you. 

“Pretty cool huh?” 

“Not bad Cage. Not bad.” He smiled back at you. He approached the bar area. It was a clear table that was glowing from the inside. He found an easy place to order and he did it for both of you. He had gone with you to a bar or two. He knew your tastes. 

Drinks came quickly. He put it on his tab. 

He leaned his back against the table, handing you your glass. You took it. 

“So this is your world?” 

“Yes ma’am. Thoughts? Concerns? Comments?” You looked around. People were high or drunk or happy. You had left the war and blood outside. For now, there was only every form of ecstasy that man could come up with. 

“I can understand why you like it.” 

“And…” 

“And I like it. Is that what you wanna hear?” You took a sip of your drink. He took a drink of his as well, narrowing his eyes on you. You and Johnny had spent so much time together on the field. Usually the occasional drink was limited to both of you being exhausted. You suddenly felt like you had just woken up rejuvenated. 

“That is what I wanted to hear. Thank you.” The pulse of the club felt aggressive. They were playing some shitty Pitbull song that everyone got excited to hear. “You ever wonder why Raiden set us up together?”

“In the working capacity? Yeah, I do.” 

“Got any working theories?” 

“You needed a babysitter and I’m patient.” 

“I wouldn’t say that.” Your lips turned into a smile. His movie star grin had returned, the one that looked so easy to kiss. “Eyes are up here sweetheart.” You met his gaze. He was starring. 

“Wanna dance Cage?” 

“Thought you’d never ask.” You took off your jacket and tossed it on the bar table. You had replacements lining the walls. With it off it revealed your arms and the tightly woven fighting armor you kept. It was thinner than it should be but you didn’t need the protection. Johnny watched your back as you walked to the dance floor. You took your hair out of its tight updo that was keeping it out of your face. It fell and you brushed your hands through it, smoothing it out. 

The lighting was lower there. People’s bodies were melding together, kissing but not knowing whose lips were on the other end. You didn’t even bother looking around. The music that had been pounding in your head since you walked in was now against your chest. Johnny was swaying and you didn’t even notice you were too. He put his hands on your hips and you didn’t stop him. You put your arms over his shoulders, straightening them out so that your fingers were clasped together. Your torsos were flush, glued to each other. 

The tension of the day's battle loosened in your shoulders. You were bruised but not broken. You were safe, here, with Johnny. In the middle of the dance floor without a thought in your head other than his eyes. You wished he had left his jacket behind as well but you knew he was too materialistic for that. Your smile looked drunken but your head was clear. 

When had convenience become need? 

Johnny pushed you closer. Now your bodies were together, dancing together, a sly smile on his face. You brought your hands down, against his chest and then around his torso, beneath his jacket where he wasn’t wearing a shirt. It was his problem he never seemed to wear armor to a fight. 

He had goosebumps. You smirked. When you looked at his face you noticed his eyes had traveled south from your lips. 

“Eyes are up here Cage,” you teased. He snapped back up. 

“You wanna be real classic and go to the bathroom?” he questioned. You rolled your eyes. He pressed you even closer to him, if that were at all possible. 

“What, you don’t have your own hotel room upstairs or something?” His movie star grin came in full force. “Raiden’s gonna kill us.”

“Raiden’s gonna kill you. He knows I make bad decisions.” His head dipped, slipping his lips onto yours. You were actually taken aback. His lips tasted like chapstick and beer. You put your palms flat against his back and then scrunched your hands so that your nails dug into his skin. 

It hadn’t occurred to you until then that Johnny was nearly indestructible. The thought was alluring. 

His lips left yours. You had stopped dancing to kiss him. The music seemed to muffle. 

“That okay?” he whispered. 

“Perfect.” 

“Good. Been wanting to do it for a minute.” You grabbed his arm and turned back to the crowd. He pouted as his hands left your body. You dragged him through the crowd, weaving through the other people having the time of their lives. “Bathrooms the other way.” 

You finally came to a space that wasn’t completely filled with people. You stopped abruptly and Johnny ran into you. You lifted your hands in a formation he knew well. He didn’t even try to hide the smirk when the portal opened revealing his own room. He walked in before you and you followed, leaving only a soot behind. 

#johnny cage x reader #johnny cage x fem!reader #mortal kombat imagines #johnny cage fanfiction #mortal kombat fanfiction #spicy tag

[ageofbajabule]

Miracle

Alt!Jake Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 6.8 K

Warnings: Drug use (marijuana, coke), Alcohol consumption, Partying, Oral Sex (F! & M! Receiving) Unprotected Sex, Depression, Abandonment, Lying, Crying, Arguing, Fluff.

Author’s Note: Please note that this is an Alternate Universe! And it is fiction, if any of the warnings are potentially triggering to you then I suggest you move along and avoid this fic. (Also, please note that I would never ever depict any of the guys to be like this. We don’t know who they truly are and again this is simply fanfiction.) This is inspired by Bad Omens song Miracle off of their The Death of Peace of Mind album. Also picture credit to the lovely @holybananafuck she did an absolutely stunning job on bringing Miracle Jake to life🤍

Going to parties wasn’t typically your vibe. However your dorm roommates bribed you into going as it was the first big party since coming back from summer break. You would much rather be at home listening to your favorite bands, or painting your next masterpiece. You had taken it upon yourself to get a degree in Art and Philosophy. In hopes to become an Art teacher or a tattoo artist.

You didn’t need a degree of course to be a tattoo artist, but learning different techniques in art helped your creative mind. You had started an apprenticeship at your favorite tattoo shop. Abby had taken you under her wing to train you, she absolutely loved your portfolio. You had already been teaching yourself since your senior year of high school.

You had purchased a tattooing machine set, an insane amount of ink, needles, and of course tattooable practice skin. Abby had said within the next year you could have all of the training necessary completed before becoming an official tattoo artist for her shop. Getting the degree was a back up plan in case your tattooing career didn’t end up working out for you.

After getting ready, you had finally opted on wearing a red lace bodysuit, paired with black ripped jeans, and your Doc Martens. You grabbed your black and gray flannel as well, putting it on as the early fall was a little chilly. Being satisfied with how you looked, you and your friends left. The party thankfully wasn’t at a frat house, instead at Xavier’s house that his parents left him for the weekend.

You typically hung out with what others would typically say is “alternative people”. And there was nothing wrong with that, you liked the people you surround yourself with. It was a comfortable friend group you had come to know. However tonight there was a new face at this party, one you hadn’t seen before. Yeah you never went to parties, but you still almost knew everyone from going out bowling.

Walking past the mysterious man, you had pulled your friend Maddy to the side.

“Who is he?” You grabbed a cup making yourself a vodka soda.

She giggled softly, “That is Jake… He’s majoring in music I believe. And he’s been trying to get his band going… But other than that, there isn’t much to tell about him. All I’ve heard is that he’s good in bed.” She smirked, making herself a drink.

You weren’t really looking to have a hook up. But he drew you in, and couldn’t put a finger as to why. You nodded, taking a sip from your drink.

“However, I don’t think he’s one to settle down… Guess he likes the party life.” She shrugged.

Maddy ventured off to find her boyfriend while you stood off the side, watching Jake from a distance. He wasn’t that tall, but he was gorgeous. His hair rested just upon his shoulders, a chestnut brown. Tattoos traveling all over his arms, his shirt was a little torn by his chest revealing a chest piece to you. His hands adorned with rings, and his ears gauged, a small hoop in his nostril and an eyebrow ring.

He was your type, but you tried to steer away because most times it didn’t end well for you. But your feet were telling you otherwise and suddenly you were in front of him.

He turned to face you, smiling softly.

One look at your eyes, and I cave in…

“Sorry, Hi. I’m Y/N…” You said shyly, sticking your hand out.

He chuckled softly, shaking your hand. You could feel the calluses on his hands. A guitar player perhaps. “I’m Jake, it’s nice to meet you.”

“I’ve never seen you around before? Are you friends with Xavier?”

He raised an eyebrow to you, “Yeah, good friends actually. Although it's funny, cause I’ve never seen you around before…”

You felt your cheeks warm, “I’m not typically one to party often.”

“A shame, it's nice to see such a pretty girl…” He mumbled, but you caught on.

You blushed, shaking your head lightly, “I’m not pretty. You’re just saying that.”

“I mean it…” He looked up at you with a twinkle in his eyes. He pulled a rolled joint from his flannel front pocket. “Wanna smoke?”

You nodded, as he led the way to the backyard of the noisy house. He sat down in front of the bonfire that was lit, weirdly enough no one was out back. So it was just the two of you. He placed the joint between his lips, bringing a lighter to light the end of it. Once it was lit, he took a couple puffs before handing it over to you.

You smiled softly, saying a thank you to him as you took a couple hits. Coughing slightly, you passed it back to him. “So tell me a bit about yourself.” He spoke with a bit of raspiness to his voice.

“Well, I’m attending university to get a degree in Art and Philosophy. While also doing an apprenticeship at my favorite tattoo shop. I hope to be a tattoo artist, and my sponsor thinks if I keep doing what I’m doing I’ll land a position for myself in no time.” You smiled softly, running your hand along your thighs nervously.

Jake nodded and smiled taking in what you had told him. “That’s amazing. I’ll have to check your work out sometime.” He smiled, taking a drag from the joint.

“So what about you?” You pulled the joint from his hand. He smirked softly.

“Music major, although I’m trying to get a band going with my brothers.” He grinned, shaking his head.

“A band, that’s really cool. Do you guys play often?” You took a drag, starting to feel the effects now.

“We have some gigs lined up to play at bars. Nothing crazy.” He shrugged, taking the joint back, finishing it off.

“You should see us sometime.”

“I’d like that…” You smiled softly.

The rest of the night you and Jake completely hit it off. The two of you had a lot more in common than you thought. And Maddy wasn’t lying when she said he was a party dude. The two of you played pong most of the night and kept winning every game. Eventually the two of you ventured off walking around the streets of the local frat homes as parties were starting to die out.

“Uh, did you want me to walk you back to your dorm?” He asked nervously.

“You don’t have too. I’m sure you want to get back to yours.” You felt your cheeks flush.

“No, I want to make sure you get back safely.” He smiled at you.

“Okay, it's just a couple blocks this way.” You smiled softly as you pointed in the direction.

He made sure to stay on your side, keeping you from stumbling into the street. As the two of you were still a bit drunk from your night out.

After a bit of walking you finally reach your dorm building as he walks with you up to your dorm room. Right outside your door.

“Well this is it.” You smiled at him.

He smiled softly, “Well I’ll leave you to it. It was nice meeting you Y/N.”

“You too Jake. I had fun tonight…”

“Uh, do you want to trade numbers?” His cheeks flushed.

You nodded, handing him your phone, as he switched yours out with his. After putting in your number, he finished putting his in yours.

“I’d like to get together again.” You grinned at him.

“Yeah of course. Have to get you to come see a gig.” He chuckled.

Then he leaned in closely, your breath starting to speed up as your lips touched. His lips are soft, satin and warm. It was a sweet small kiss.

One taste of the life, now I crave it

Then he pulled away, “Fuck. I’m sorry…” He chuckled nervously.

“No! It’s okay…” You blushed. “It would probably be best to leave it at that…”

He nodded, backing away slowly. “I’ll see you around love.” He said in a playful British accent.

After the small goodbye you retreated into your now empty dorm. You figured your roommates would be out for the rest of the evening and return in the late morning. So you decided to text Jake.

You: Thanks for walking me home. I appreciate it. And I’d love to see you play one night.☺️

Jake⚔️: Of course, I wouldn't have let you walk back all by yourself. And definitely! We have one coming up soon.

And that was the last you heard from Jake… You would reach out for the next few weeks hoping to hear back from him. But he completely ignored your messages. Maddy had told you that he probably wanted a hook up and since he didn’t get any he just dropped you.

You heard of him attending parties, and pretty much picking any chick he could find and leaving the party with them not too long after. Maddy had told you, she saw him snorting coke right off some chick's breasts the other night at a party. Making you see red, why were you even remotely upset?

Because you felt the two of you had a connection? But, maybe you had misjudged him.

It was Halloween weekend. All sorts of parties were going on this weekend so you were bound to run into Jake at one of them. You had different costumes to choose from. And the first night out you opted into a slutty nurse. (How original.)

Maddy helped pull your costume together by applying fake blood to it, and making sure your boobs perked out. You had gone for a dark makeup look and grabbed your wristlet. “Tonight, just forget about him! Clearly he’s missing out.” Maddy smiled at you softly.

“Don’t worry, I’m over it.” You lied through your teeth as you spoke. You weren’t over it, you still thought about how soft his lips were. How the two of you connected over music and wrecked ships. He was different to you…

Upon arriving at Xavier's house Maddy had left your side going and found Travis right away as she always did. You rolled your eyes playfully and went to the keg to get yourself a cup. You eyed around seeing if there was any sign of Jake. But alas no luck.

You ventured around, participating in drinking games as well as taking shots as you got further into the party.

Then you heard a familiar laugh, your ears perked up following the sound.

Coming to the outside balcony you see Jake dressed in a pirate costume with his arm wrapped around another girl, as he does a line off the table. You felt your blood boil…

It’s not too late to die for a reason

Jake’s eyes traveled towards you after he hit his line. His eyes widened as they locked with yours. You sucked your teeth nodding at him raising your cup then taking a long sip from it. Walking away from the scene, making way towards the bathroom down the hall.

Hearing footsteps tailing you, you felt your heartbeat grow faster.

“Y/N! Slow down.” Jake yelled for you.

You growled, “Why, Jake! Obviously you have no interest, you haven’t spoken to me in weeks! I’ve reached out and received radio silence.”

Jake groaned, “Things are just complicated.”

“Complicated my ass… You seem pretty fucking occupied with Slutty Nun back there.”

“As opposed to you being a Slutty Nurse?” He chuckled.

“How fucking high are you right now?” You grabbed his jaw looking at him closely.

“Don’t fucking start.” He pushed your hand away from his face.

“What else did you do besides coke? Are you on fucking molly, xanax?” You shook your head.

“What’s it to you?”

“Because Jake, you are trying to make something of yourself and taking this route will just make it worse.” You shook your head in disbelief.

“Listen just because you have your life together doesn’t mean I do, or that I have too.” He rubbed his nose.

“Wow Jake…. I thought you were different from others. But you just proved me absolutely wrong.”

“Honey, if you thought you would get something from me… It would’ve been one night and done.” He was standing dangerously close to you now. Smelling the hint of tobacco and teakwood off of him.

“Maybe I should’ve made it worth your while and did something that night.” You bit back.

“Why can’t you do something now?”

You giggled loudly, “After you’ve clearly been with another chick this whole night?”

Fall down on the sword you were swinging

Jake, wrapped his hand around your waist pulling you close. “Come on…”

I wanted to dress a blade up in red, with both of our necks

You melted into his touch pulling him into the bathroom. The alcohol had made you desperate for him. You were so drunk your anger you felt towards him had vanished making you vulnerable to him.

“Tell me you want this…” He held your face in his hands softly.

“I want this…” You pleaded to him, pulling him in for a heated kiss.

He wrapped his hand around your neck pulling your hair with his hand as his tongue slipped into your mouth. Tasting the whiskey on his breath. You melted into him, moaning softly into him, earning a groan from him as he locked the bathroom door.

You tug him closer to you, resulting in him lifting you up to place you on the counter. He pressed you against the mirror, trailing kisses down your neck leaving sloppy wet kisses.

“Jake…” You whined out, feeling the heat between your legs.

Like he knew what you needed, his hand moved to your clothed pussy. Pulling your thong off in a swift action stuffing them into his pants pocket.

“Fucking crying for me, aren’t you sweetheart…” He kissed your lips sloppily and his two fingers collected your slick, feeling how wet you were for him. “God… you’re gonna be the death of me…”

He licked his two fingers, humming contently before getting down to eye level with your cunt. He wrapped his lips around your bundle of nerves making you yelp, as your hands reached down to grip onto his hair.

He starts kneading his hands around your ass, pulling you closer to his face. Shaking his head back and forth like a starved man, lapping you up.

“Oh fuck…” You whine, as your back arches as you lean your head against the mirror.

Jake then slips two fingers, pumping and curling them at a steady pace. Grazing that spot that is ever so sweet inside of you. You felt yourself getting closer.

He pulls away for a brief moment, still pumping his fingers. “Come on angel, give me it. Drown me in it.”

Something inside of you snapped, as he reattached his mouth. He went into a frenzy, continuing to eat you out bringing you down from your high. He lapped up every inch of you, pulling away from your convulsing body, his lips glistening from you.

You pulled him up by his shirt grabbing his face to kiss him roughly, tasting yourself on him. Humming against his lips. He rutted his hips against you, feeling his hard, hot thick self pressing against you.

You pushed him back slightly, hopping off the counter. Pushing him against the counter, going onto your knees you undo his pants pulling them down to his knees, springing his cock free. Throbbing, the tip red and leaking with arousal. Taking your hand you wrap it around him, pumping him slowly, taking your thumb and rolling it over the tip as he shudders beneath you.

“Don’t be a tease baby.” He looked down at you, his eyes bloodshot and filled with lust.

Giving him your best doe eyes you smile softly, licking the tip slowly and languidly before taking him into your mouth. He groans as his head rolls back, as he relaxes against the counter.

Teasing him slowly, by flicking your tongue around his head, then took him far enough for the tip of his cock to hit the back of your throat, beginning to bob your head. His hand reached to gather your hair from your face. Letting out a moan against him, causing him to buck his hips causing you to slightly gag but you continued on breathing through your nose.

After a little while of bobbing your head and using your hand to pump the rest of his length. He eventually took control by grabbing your hair. “Just let me know if it gets to be a bit much. Tap on my leg.”

You nodded at him, as he then began to fuck your mouth. Feeling tears spill out the side of your eyes as he kept driving into your mouth, succumbing to his destiny. He was in an absolute haze. “God your mouth is fucking perfect…”

Somehow you managed your breathing to keep yourself from gagging, you hollowed your cheeks out as he kept thrusting. Eventually you felt him twitching, hearing him groan and watching his face contorted in pleasure he finally released down your throat. As you take every last drop of him, making sure to remember his distinct taste.

Jake eventually pulls back, cupping your cheek as he looks down at you. “So fucking beautiful.” He picked you up kissing your lips softly, getting a taste of himself.

The door then rattled as someone was trying to get in.

“Bathrooms occupied!” Jake yelled as you gathered yourself.

“Come on man you’ve been in there forever! Stephanie’s getting all fucking weird dude and asking for you.” A guy yelled back to him.

You looked at Jake as you stood up, adjusting your costume. “I guess you better tend to Slutty Nun…” You scoffed.

“Y/N, don’t do this. We can-“

“No Jake, this. This was obviously a mistake…” You felt your head throbbing. You then exited the bathroom quickly vanishing from the party.

But I wasn’t able, and I wasn’t stable, I guess

Jake’s POV

You felt like you were drowning, planning all these gigs. Trying to maintain your grades, and keeping up with whatever you had going on. The only things that kept you afloat were your music and drugs…

“Jake, come on dude! Get your fucking shit together.” Your youngest brother smacked you on the side of your head.

“Yeah, cause that’s gonna solve all my fucking problems man!” You cracked your neck, standing up slowly.

“You have been late to practice every fucking time we schedule it. And the gigs you’ve been slacking off man. You fucking wanted this, and now you’re throwing it away. What is your problem?” Sam got into your face.

“My problem! You want to know what my fucking problem is!? Its fucking everything. Everything I’ve ever worked for I just fuck up Sam, I don’t have brains like you, Josh or Danny. I just make stupid fucking mistakes and deal with the consequences all on my own. And I’m just a fucking mess.” You pushed him back. Causing Josh and Danny to intervene.

“Yo man, walk it off.” Danny called out.

“No, you know what. Fuck this, and fuck you guys.” You packed your guitar up and left the studio. Driving to god knows where, whichever girl was wanting to fuck you was all you could think about. Of course you thought about Y/N but you pushed her into the back of your mind. All that would be is heartbreak and disappointment.

She didn’t deserve that from you. She needed better and you couldn’t offer that to her, not with your fucked up mentality.

But nevertheless I’m fucking depressed

Another party you were off to. Travis was throwing one this time around, you knew it probably wasn’t best to go considering Y/N would probably be there. But so fucking what. You were so far gone it wouldn’t have mattered. Just as long as you had your bump, booze and a girl by your side.

Throughout the night you kept yourself busy, drowning in your sorrows. Getting a bump whenever you could, and flirting with all the girls that came through. Like you were testing the waters of who would come home with you tonight.

You were so far gone, you could barely stand straight. You ended up sitting on the lounge chair on the deck outside. Lighting up a blunt, smoking it by yourself, while some of your buddies eventually joined you. The four of you bullshitted, then out of nowhere you could hear her. You bit your lip nervously, standing up telling the guys you were just getting another drink.

Making your way into the house, you accidentally bump into her. “Jesus christ!” She yells.

You both look at each other. “Jake…”

“Y/N…”

“I um. Wasn’t expecting you here.” She wrapped her arms close to her chest.

“Don’t worry, I won’t waste your time darling. Going to get myself a drink and maybe another bump or a fuck.” The drugs and alcohol were taking over.

“Real classy Jake. Don’t you think it's time you grew up?” She scoffed.

“I’m grown baby, what’s the harm in having fun?” You smirked.

“Getting fucking high on god knows what and drunk every night is not having fun Jake. You bailed on your last gig.”

“Keeping tabs on me now?” You looked at her with wide eyes.

“Not keeping tabs, Josh asked me to come out. We are lab partners, you know.” She rolled her eyes.

“Look I don’t give a shit. You’re not shit…”

You watched her face get red as her eyes welled up with tears. “Jake I honestly wish you the absolute fucking worst. You are so fucked up… What is wrong with you? How can you think this is okay?” She was starting to get loud with you.

“I’ve been fucked up, you didn’t notice from day one. Haven’t you heard the stories? I’m a fucking mess baby… And no one is ever going to change that. I’m not going to give you what you’re looking for… I don’t do relationships. So stop fucking trying to fix me.” You yelled into her face. Causing her to cower back and she began to sob quietly to herself excusing herself from you.

You punched the wall beside you, screaming to yourself. How much more of a fuck up can you be…

So you stormed off and found some passable looking chick that was down to just fuck. You didn’t care you needed to blow off steam. Get your mind off things, off of her. And this was the way you went about it.

I hide it with sex, and drink till it's fatal

It’s so fucking painful

It’s a mess

The next few weeks you just drown your sorrows with booze, drugs and any chick that was down for whatever with you. Eventually Josh was fed up with you fucking your life up. Waking up with the worst hangover ever. Josh came barging into your room.

“Alright man, I’ve been letting shit slide for too fucking long. You need to sober up. This isn’t fucking you man. What has got you all fucked up?”

Your head was pounding as you adjusted to the real world. “She’s got me fucked up… She’s so.”

“She’s got you fucked up? You got her fucked up!” He was angry. “She called me last night fucking crying, I could barely understand a word out of her. Do you like fucking up the good ones Jake?”

“Of course not!” You felt yourself getting angry, not at your twin. At yourself.

“Then what the fuck is your deal?”

“I need help man… I need something…”

So give me something beautiful

So give me something else

“Jake… you have to want to help yourself… I can’t just.” He sighed.

“I can’t lose her.” You choked out.

“I honestly think that was the last straw…”

“Josh. Please, I need to get better. For us, the band. For her.” You were crying now.

“Well, what did you think was going to happen acting like that?” He sighed sitting beside you.

“I think I love her. But I just, I’m scared. Is that how it’s supposed to be? Am I supposed to be scared of this feeling…”

“Brother… I think you are scared from something actually working out for once. She is… She is exactly what you want in someone. And, man- you need to get your act together.” He rubbed your shoulder.

“So help me…”

I need another miracle

I really need some help, I need a miracle

Her POV

Spring semester had started, you were focused on your apprenticeship. Excelling in it, just as you suspected. You had grown close with Josh, becoming quite close even with the hurt Jake had put you through. Josh had apologized for his brother's actions even though it had nothing to do with it. As Jake was his own person and could own up to his own actions.

“Just come to our show Saturday.” Josh smiled softly, paying for your guys’ coffee.

“Josh… I don’t know.” You sighed quietly.

“I swear on my life. It will be worth it. And Jake… He. He’s better.” He beamed.

You looked at him with a serious look, but there was hope in his eyes. Hope that you would go, in not just support of him but the rest of them.

“Fine. But if Jake does some fucked shit, I’m a goner.” You had a serious tone, grabbing your coffee as it was called.

“I promise, he’ll be on his best behavior.” He smiled softly. “And besides, I want you to meet this guy I’ve been seeing… His name is Ethan. And I want to know what you think of him.” He blushed talking about this new guy to you.

“Okay, well now you just have to fill me in on everything!” You giggled softly as the two of you went on your daily walk.

Who’s left when we’re all for the taking?

Saturday came, you had opted to wear jeans and a t-shirt for the gig they were playing at the local bar. You didn’t want to wear anything flashy as you were going in support of your friends' band.

When arriving at the bar, you decided to start a tab getting yourself a Tequila Soda. You opted to sit at the bar with the perfect view of the stage. Seeing Danny and Sam finishing up on setting the stage up. While noticing Josh out of the corner of your eye, you waved to him with him waving back.

In a couple of minutes the guys hit the stage, as you watched them step onto the stage. You felt your heart start to beat quickly when you noticed Jake had actually made it. You drank the rest of your drink asking the bartender for another, as the guys started out their show.

Throughout their set, you paid close attention to Jake and how he played. You haven’t been able to see them just yet so you were mesmerized by his skills. You knew Josh had a beautiful voice from the times you’ve hung out. But you didn’t know Jake was amazingly talented.

Although in the back of your head all you could picture was how he had treated you. And how fucked up he was the last time you saw him, it had you wondering if he had gotten his act together. Or if he was still the same old prick you were facing the last two times.

No lives left to bet on obeying

Once their hour long set was finished, Josh had rushed over to you embracing you into a hug. “I’m so glad you came! What did you think?” He pulled back, raising an eyebrow.

“You guys are amazing! You didn’t tell me the talent you all had!” You playfully punched his arm.

“Jake has. Something’s changed, and honestly I think it makes us sound better.” He smiled softly.

You gave a hurt smile, that you knew he wouldn’t pick up on. And order the two of you a drink. “So where is this lovely Ethan?”

“He should be coming back soon, he went to the bathroom before I came over here.” He smiled while taking his drink you got him.

“Over here!” Josh flagged him down to join you two.

“Sorry, it was crowded as fuck over there.” Ethan giggled softly, embracing you into a hug. “I’m Ethan, you must be Y/N! Josh always talks about you.”

“The one and only. Best lab partner ever! But also the bestest friend.” You smiled softly. You were happy to see Josh glow with him, yet you felt a pang as you were missing out on something like that.

For the next hour you learned a lot about Ethan and came to find that he was going to school for film. Which was one of the many reasons Josh was so interested in him. Ethan had even offered to be one of your clients for when you can start tattooing on actual clientele which would be relatively soon.

Suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder, looking over to see it’s Jake. You took a deep breath smiling softly.

“Hey… Is it okay if we, uh. Talk?” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Sure…” You stood up from the bar stool telling Josh and Ethan you would be back.

What are we calling it?

You felt your nerves practically shaking. You were scared, excited, and had all these emotions going at the same time. The two of you decided to step by the one area that wasn’t as crowded in the building.

“So um.” He started nervously.

“Before we continue I just want to make sure… You’re sober right?” You felt bad for asking, but wanted to make sure this wasn’t going to be another bad evening.

“I’ve cut out the hard drugs… I’m just smoking and drinking now. But I’ve barely had anything tonight.” He looked at you with honesty in his eyes.

“Okay… go on.”

“Look, I know I haven’t been the best person out there… And I know I’ve completely avoided you, abandoned you and was overall and outright dick to you. And that wasn’t fair to you…” He took a deep breath.

What does it cost?

“I was just… In over my head, when you found me. I didn’t know how to handle myself, or what to feel or how to feel. I’ve been broken for a very long time. And I just…. I love you to death-” He looked at you before you cut him off.

“But I’m drowning…” You sighed softly, looking into his sad eyes.

He tilted his head with tears threatening his eyes, stepping closer to you. He grabbed your hands, lifting them into his.

What are we calling it?

What does it cost?

“Jake you… You have put me through so much… And-“

Suddenly his lips crashed into yours pulling you closely to him. As you kissed him back passionately cupping his cheeks with your hands, as his wrap around your waist.

So give me something beautiful

The two of you separated from one another slowly, taking a breath. As you steady yourselves, looking at one another.

“You have to mean it Jake… You can’t just throw love around-“

“I do mean it! I- I’ve been cleaning my act up since. Josh practically knocked sense into me… I just. I’m stubborn and a fucking handful.” He gave a sly smile as he chuckled. “I just… ever since. Fuck I don’t even want to speak of her really. I just never believed I could love again… yet here you are.”

“Like I’m some sort of miracle…” You giggled softly looking at him.

He shook his head, smiling softly. “Yeah… like a miracle. Come on… Let’s get out of here.” He grabbed your hand.

“Wait! I have to tell Josh.” You looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Fine, I don’t want him thinking I scared you off again.”

The two of you walked back to the bar together standing beside Josh. “Hey, we’re gonna leave. Everything’s alright.” You whispered to him, smiling softly. “Now you have a fun evening with Ethan, and it was so lovely meeting you!” You hugged the both of them before closing your tab out and leaving the bar with Jake.

“You and Josh must’ve gotten really close, huh?” He smiled softly, walking you to his car.

“Yeah, we have. He’s honestly one of my best friends now…” You smiled softly as Jake opened the door for you to get into his car. Getting into his car you put your seatbelt as he gets around to the other side.

The drive back to the apartment he and his brother shared wasn’t too far from the bar. And surprisingly wasn’t too far from your dorm room either. The campus had everything relatively close to one another, which was a nice advantage.

After Jake parked his car, he got out helping you out of his car. The two of you walked up two flights of stairs before coming to the door of his apartment.

“I apologize if it's a mess… Partially my fault. But we’re managing.” He chuckled, taking his shoes off, as you did the same.

“It’s fine really. At least you have your own place. I stay in a shitty dorm.” You giggled softly.

“So…”

“Well, you have me here. All alone…” Speaking in a sultry tone.

“That I do…” He smiled pulling you close to him and he pecked your lips softly. Before pulling you in for a deeper, heated kiss.

You reciprocated back, wrapping your arms around his neck as he hoisted you up carrying you to his room. Giggling against his lips softly, he placed kisses against your jawline. As he got into his room he shut the door laying you on the bed softly.

He trailed kisses down your neck, as your hands played with his hair. You felt a flood of arousal to your panties, his hands went underneath your shirt, toying with your bra as he unhooked it, removing it while pulling your shirt off as you assisted him.

“You’re so beautiful…” He smiled, capturing your lips again, while using his one hand to massage your breast while the other toyed with your nipple. Eliciting a whine from you. That same nipple he latched his mouth, licking and nibbling at your hardened nipple.

“Fuck, Jake…” You left out a quiet moan.

“Don’t be shy baby, it’s just us…” He smiled softly, encouraging you.

Tugging his shirt off, you can see his bulge through his tight black jeans. Just wanting to be set free, you started to undo his buckle to help make the process quicker. After a little bit of back and forth shared kisses the two of you were finally completely bare in front of one another. You blushed as you covered yourself up slightly with his comforter.

“Baby…” He tilted his hand crawling over to you. “S’just me… You want to treat that pretty pussy nice?” He smiled softly, lowering himself as he peppered kisses along your stomach.

You nodded as a whimper escaped your lips. “Treat it real nice…”

He smiled softly, kissing the inside of your thighs leaving marks behind. Once he nestled himself, he licked a slow stripe causing you to shudder. After his first taste back he hummed, “I’ll never get over this…” Attaching his lips to your bundle of nerves, he continues to lick and flick his tongue. Earning nothing but profanities and cries of his name.

He then moved down a little to nestle his nose right against your clit as his tongue was prodding your entrance. He continued to fuck you with his tongue as he shook his head back and forth causing you to get closer to your orgasm. You felt your legs start to wrap his head, but he used his hands to hold them as he kept lapping at you.

“Oh, god. I’m…” You tilted your head back as your orgasm rippled through you. Your legs began to shake, as Jake licked every drop he could get. Before coming up and kissing your lips softly.

“I could get used to that…” You giggled softly, caressing his cheek.

“I’ll do it whenever you want, however you want, angel…” His cheeks were pink as he smiled at you. He went to the night stand to grab a condom.

“Wait.”

He looked at you, raising an eyebrow, “What’s the matter?”

“I’m on the pill, and I’d much rather… Feel all of you.” You blushed.

He smiled, retreating back, and looking at you. “You’re positive you want to do it without it?”

“Unless you’re not telling me something?”

“I’m as clean as I can be.” He chuckled softly, “I’m always prepared.” He lined himself up with you, tapping his cock against your sensitive clit before pushing into you.

You placed your hands on his arms as he slowly dragged his cock into you. Letting you adjust to him, feeling the slight burn from the stretch. After a little his thrusts became a steady pace to help ease you. You could feel him throbbing and pulsing inside of you, earning a moan from you.

“You feel like heaven…” He groaned as he brought his head down to kiss your lips softly. You groaned against his lips as his pace picked up. You wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him in closer as his hips snapped with purpose.

“Fuck” You moaned out again, as his mouth moved to suck on your tit licking and bitting at the nipple. His thrusts became more harsh as he fucked you harder, hearing you skin meeting one another as it bounced off the walls.

Jake eventually pulled back, to watch where you two connected, watching as he fits perfectly with you. He slowed down to do long languid thrusts watching you fall apart on him. He spits directly onto your pussy, taking his thumb rubbing circles causing you to go into your second orgasm of the night.

After letting you come down, he then pulls out earning a whine from you, as he smiles softly. “Come on baby… I want to watch you.” He sat against his headboard, while you straddled his lap taking him to line yourself up before sinking down onto him.

The two of you make an audible groan from the feeling, his hands placed firmly on your hips, kneading into your skin as you start to ride him making figure eights with your hips. Placing your hands on his tattooed covered chest. You could see the finer details of the work he’s had done.

Jake sneaked his one hand up to your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers. Eliciting a whine from you, causing you to bounce on his cock.

“That’s it angel… Just like that.”

He lifted his legs slightly to start thrusting up into you. So as you would come back down, he would hit that right spot inside of you.

“Can you give me one more?” He kept thrusting into you, as he groaned nearing his.

“I- I don’t know…” You felt your legs growing weaker.

“Yeah you can. Come on…” He encouraged you, holding you flush against his chest as he started fucking into you. Wrapping your arms around his neck as he rocked into you. Your clit was brushing against his pubic hair just right, bringing you to the brink of your last orgasm he was able to rip through you.

“That’s my girl…”

His girl, you pulsed around his cock as you rode your orgasm out. He wasn’t too far behind as you could feel him twitching.

“Where, baby?” His breathing was labored.

“Inside…” You looked into his eyes, both of you completely fucked out.

His eyes rolled back as one final snap of his hips, he stilled inside of you filling you up making you more full then you were. He rested his head against your chest, kissing it softly.

Lifting his face with your hands you kissed his lips softly. And he responded back with an even deeper kiss.

“I love you…” You mumbled against his lips.

“I love you.” He murmured, smiling against your lips. He pulled away slowly looking into your eyes. “Thank you… for being patient with me. And giving me a proper chance.”

“Thank you, for being honest… It means more than you’ll ever know.”

“I’ll be honest for the rest of my life. I’ll never hurt you ever again.” He rested his head against yours.

“My little miracle…”

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[eiightysixbaby]

i've got you under my skin now

word count: 2.9k

pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x rockstar!fem!reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY - MINORS DNI. SMUT SMUT SMUT. kind of asshole!eddie but he's really just a moody baby, oral (m receiving), masturbation, reader and eddie argue but everything is consensual, really just absolute filth with a plot.

summary: you're an up-and-coming musician in the rock scene and have been asked to join corroded coffin on a song. only thing is, their singer - eddie munson - proves to be challenging to collaborate with.

author's note: my first lengthier work so sorry in advance if there are errors! this is a daisy jones and the six inspired one-shot, and for the sake of this fic i directly reference the title and lyrics of the song 'honeycomb' from the tv show - but you really don't need to know the book/show to understand. ok anyways hope u all like it and here u go @taintedcigs i know u've been waiting for this one em i hope u love it!!

“Honestly Eddie, I don’t care anymore! I’m not listening to your little rockstar tantrum. She’s coming in, and she’s joining you on the song. That’s final.”

Eddie scoffs at his manager. Ever since he was informed that ‘Y/N - biggest fucking nobody in the rock scene’ was going to be coming in and recording his song with him, Eddie had been relenting.

Eddie scoffs at his manager. Ever since he was informed that ‘Y/N - biggest fucking nobody in the rock scene’ was going to be coming in and recording his song with him, Eddie had been relenting.

“Tom, you don’t fucking get it man. Clearly. My song is perfect. What do we need her for? She doesn’t even have an album out, she’s made no name for herself. She’s going to ruin Corroded Coffin.” Eddie continues pestering, despite Tom’s insistence against it.

“No, Eddie, see that’s where you’re wrong. You wrote a good song man, okay? A good song. But just a good song. She could make it great. You haven’t heard her sing like I have. She has real talent.”

Eddie scrunches up his face and pinches the bridge of his nose with two fingers. “Oh a good song, huh? But you said the label liked it. Why change it?”

Tom sighs, taking a step towards Eddie. “The label didn’t dig the song… okay? They said it needs more, otherwise they’re gonna pass on it.”

“So you fuckin’ lied man, fuck-“ Eddie grits his teeth. “Fine, whatever, she’s gonna sing on the song with me. But that’s it.” Eddie grumbles, storming out of the small room.

•••

“He doesn’t get it, guys, he doesn’t fucking get it!” Eddie yells. “This is my song. My fucking baby. And this... bitch is gonna come in here and destroy it. I don’t need her singing on the song - I don’t need anyone to make my music ‘better’” he spits.

The thing is, things have always gone Eddie’s way since Corroded Coffin gained traction in the music world. Eddie writes the songs, Eddie dictates which songs go on the album, so on and so forth. This makes sense to Eddie, and if you ask him, he’s being completely fair to the rest of the guys in the band. ‘Of course I let them have a say in things. I don’t care what rumors you’ve heard - it’s a fair process around here.’ It’s only natural that he can’t handle the idea of someone else singing on his song. Eddie is always the one singing, save for Gareth and Jeff doing backing vocals.

Eddie thrives off of being liked. The way the fans hang onto every word he sings- it’s electric to him. He’s addicted to the way people adore him. And he’d never admit it to anybody… but he’s nervous you might just show him up, and then *poof* no one cares about him anymore.

“Come on, Eddie. Ease up a little! This could be fun, you never know.” Gareth says, following Eddie back and forth as he paces the recording studio.

“I give you like, 20 minutes before you’re in love with her… or bending her over a table.” Jeff interjects, screeching when Gareth throws a drumstick at him to shut him up.

Eddie can’t get a rebuttal in before the door swings open. Tom walks in trailed by a young woman. Quite possibly the most beautiful woman Eddie’s ever see- nope. Nope. Not going there. What was that?

“Guys. This is Y/N, as I’m sure you could guess. She’s here to record ‘Honeycomb’ with us today.” Tom smiles politely at the group, jolting Eddie from his thoughts.

“Y/N, hey. It’s so nice to finally meet you. I’m Gareth, this is Jeff, Greg, and I’m sure you know Eddie - the star of the show.” Gareth goes around the room, pointing at all of the guys.

You meet Eddie’s gaze as Gareth talks, and your breath hitches in your throat. Of course you know who Eddie is- you’ve seen him on magazine covers and in interviews. You’ve always thought he was alluring, but he’s even more gorgeous in person. Long, curly hair pulled back into a low ponytail. Tattoos trailing up his arms and chains around his neck. His signature ripped black skinny jeans that hug him so well in all the right places… fuck. Focus. You are not here to sleep with Eddie Munson. You redirect your attention to Gareth as he finishes speaking.

The rest of the guys all greet you warmly - except Eddie, you notice - who gives you a tight-lipped smile and a quick nod.

You walk straight up to him, holding out your hand for him to shake. “It’s so nice to meet you Eddie. Thank you so much for letting me be on the song - seriously, it means the world.” You say, exaggerating sincerity a little.

Eddie reluctantly shakes your hand. “Yeah. Let’s get this over with.”

He walks away to set up a microphone before he can think too hard about the way his heart pounded as your hands touched.

•••

The recording session starts, and take one of the song has begun. You insisted on using the same mic as Eddie, who begrudgingly allowed you to stand beside him, shoulders brushing ever so slightly. The contact sends chills down his spine. Eddie sings the first lines confidently into the mic, not making eye contact with you. Tom, along with the rest of the band watch the two of you intently from the sound booth. Honestly, Eddie has to admit everything is going smoothly. That is, until the chorus starts. Eddie sings one lyric into the microphone… and you sing a different one.

“Woah, woah, okay, stop!” Eddie yells to Tom to cut the track, pulling the clunky headphones off of his head. “Those aren’t the lyrics, what are you doing?” He’s turned to face you, incredulous.

“Um I- I’m sorry, did he not get my version? Does he not know?” You say, avoiding eye contact with Eddie to level with Tom.

“Your version!? This is my song- you are here to sing on my song. Not to rewrite the damn song!” Eddie hisses, throwing his hands in the air.

“No, darling, I’m here to make your song better. And that’s exactly what I’ve done.” You narrow your eyes at him, a syrupy sweet smile on your face.

Eddie’s face is burning, his whole body is burning. You weren’t supposed to write new lyrics. This is not happening. And for the love of god stop staring at her lips, Eddie.

“Eddie, uh, let’s give her version a shot, yeah?” Tom says, framing it like a question, but Eddie knows he doesn’t really have a choice.

The track starts from the top again, and Eddie finds that his hands are trembling as he holds your songbook. He sings the lyrics as you have written them, and his stomach sinks as he does it. He hates that you’ve changed his perfect song. He hates that he was made to look like an idiot because Tom didn’t tell him you had rewritten anything. And most of all, he hates that he can hear how good your voices sound together. He hates that he thinks he’d like to hear the sound of your voice for the rest of his life, on the rest of his songs.

“Oooh, we could make a good thing bad,” the two of you sing out in unison, and the song ends.

Eddie stares at you and you stare at him, chest heaving and absolutely beaming. The rest of the band are looking at the two of you in awe from the sound booth. Eddie can’t bring himself to smile, can’t bring himself to let you know that he thinks you really might have made his song better. Can’t face you while his mind races with thoughts of grabbing your face and kissing you. Instead, he hands you your lyric book and hurries out of the studio.

You excuse yourself to the group amid their praises and follow him out the large wooden doors. You’re surprised to find the lobby empty, but then you hear noise coming from down the hall. Walking over to a small closet, you peer in and see Eddie in the dim light, leaning against the wall, hands covering his face and his head tipped back.

“Eddie, what was up with that?” You ask him gently, closing the closet door behind you for privacy. “I thought we sounded great.”

“You rewrote my fucking song!” He booms over you. “That wasn’t the plan. You were supposed to sing on it with me and that would be that.” He’s stepped towards you, leaving little room between the two of you in the already-cramped closet.

“It’s not my fault Tom didn’t tell you I changed some of the lyrics, okay? I didn’t expect you to be blindsided like that. But you could’ve been more mature about it!” You defend.

“Who the hell do you think you are? No- seriously, tell me. Corroded Coffin has worked so hard to make a name for ourselves. I have worked so hard. And you just waltz in here like you own the place? What the fuck is your problem?” Eddie’s words come out sharp, bitter, but there’s an emotion behind his eyes you can’t quite place. Fear? Maybe.

“Oh get your head out of your ass already, Eddie! I made your song better! We sounded fucking amazing together- the label might actually want it now!” You’re screaming back at him at this point, heat rising in your face as he steps impossibly closer to you. “And don’t even get me fucking started on the Corroded Coffin bullshit. Do you even give the other guys a say in what happens in this band? Cause you seem like a big cocky crybaby who always gets his way. I may not be rich and famous like you are but at least I’m not a fucking prick!” You’re seething, and you press your hands to his chest in an attempt to shove him backwards.

Eddie stops you, though, grabs you by the wrists. Firmly, but not hurting. His huge brown eyes haven’t stopped boring into yours. He thinks his heart might sprout wings and fly out of his chest. He thinks he might hate himself forever if he doesn’t get to have more of you.

“What- now you’re speechless? Don’t have anything to s-“ Eddie cuts you off, pressing his lips to yours like his life suddenly depends on it. Maybe it does.

You’re caught off guard, frozen in place for only a second until you kiss him back, pushing him up against the shelves behind him. His hands leave your wrists and hastily scour your body. You’d think he was a man starved the way he grips at your hips, lips basically devouring yours all the while. Eddie gasps as you lean down to his neck, sucking red and purple marks onto the skin that Jeff is definitely going to mock him for later. He can’t bring himself to care. He grabs your face in his hands to meet your lips once again, needing more.

“You wanna know something, Y/N?” Eddie says between kisses, moving down to nip at your neck. “I can’t fucking stand the way you came in here so confidently today-“ another kiss to your neck. “The way you came right up and sang into the same mic as me instead of using your own, like you just own the whole room-“ another kiss, and another “I can’t stand the fact that your lyrics are better than mine- that maybe you made 'Honeycomb' something I couldn’t make it,” he’s talking through gritted teeth, agitated and yet completely enamored with you. “I hate that the entire time I was watching you sing, I couldn’t stop thinking about your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock..”

Before you can respond, he’s unbuttoning your jeans, pushing you against the opposite wall of the closet, taking control.

“I think you’re absolutely insufferable and immature” you breathe out, pulling his hair out of its ponytail so you can run your fingers through it.

He lets out a breathy chuckle, but it’s arrogant, smug. “You can spit whatever insults you like, sweetheart, but you’re absolutely soaked right now.” He gives you a smile, tilting his head to the side as he does. His fingers had slipped inside the waistband of your pants, and are now circling the lace fabric of your panties.

You feel yourself clench around nothing as his fingers tease your core. You let out an involuntary moan, rutting your hips down against his touch. He gets the hint and shimmies your jeans down your legs, and you slip out of them after quickly taking your shoes off. You meet his gaze again as he tugs his jeans down slightly, pulling his cock free from the thin fabric of his boxers.

And - oh my god - he’s fucking huge. Thick and long with a dripping pink tip. You swallow, hard, and you swear you feel your mouth start to water. Suddenly you can’t figure out how you’ve survived this long without him, and you certainly won’t be able to after this.

“Get on your fucking knees, babydoll” he purrs, lips inches away from your ear.

You oblige, of course, settling yourself so that your pussy rests on the toe of his combat boot, aching for whatever friction you can get. You take his cock into your mouth without further instruction from the rockstar, and he inhales sharply above you.

“Fuck, baby, shit-“ Eddie groans, collecting your hair in one of his hands and tugging, his cock twitching slightly in your mouth.

“What, big shot, can’t handle it? Should I tell the press that Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin comes three seconds into a blowjob?” you tease him, but you can’t ignore the way your head spins at his praise.

“Shut up and fucking suck it, sweetheart- I can handle it.” He hisses.

You don't need further instruction. Your tongue works on his cock, licking a stripe up his length and then kitten-licking the tip. Eddie’s seeing stars as you engulf him entirely in your mouth once again. You go at it for a while before he feels you rutting yourself against his boot.

His laugh is devious, wicked. “So desperate for me huh, sweet thing? Gonna get yourself off while you suck my cock, baby?”

You want to retaliate, taunt him back, do anything to make yourself seem like more than a pathetic fucking whore for him, but you’re dripping through your panties and the friction is so, so delicious you can’t stop your movements. Warmth is beginning to pool in your stomach and you need this release. You take him as deep into your mouth as you can, his tip practically nudging the back of your throat, gagging around him. Eddie thinks he might die, seriously, this is it for him. ‘Rockstar Dies In Supply Closet With His Dick Out’ he can see the tabloid headlines now. He tugs your hair and holds your head still as he starts to fuck into your mouth, reveling in the moans and mewls you let out beneath him.

“Shit, sweetheart, you feel s’fucking good around my dick-" he grunts, throwing his head back as he picks up his pace. "Go ahead and touch yourself for me, sweet girl. I know you need more." He says roughly.

You happily let him throat-fuck you as you tug your panties down slightly, bringing a hand down to allow your fingers to rub harsh circles into your clit. You feel yourself getting closer, a coil tightening more more more as he fucks into the heat of your mouth. You can sense his movements getting erratic, and you glance up to look at his face. He's delirious, so fucked out, and you feel as if you could melt into a puddle right here at his feet as you watch him.

“I’m gonna fucking cum, sweetheart, shit- you want it in your mouth?” He asks you, brown eyes blown out wide as he awaits your response.

You nod, mouth too full of him to speak, and you squeeze his heavy balls in your free hand as he thrusts faster faster faster into your mouth. He lets out a strangled moan as his cock twitches, ropes of hot cum coating your tongue. You quicken your pace on your aching clit and it doesn't take long for the coil in your stomach to snap. You cum all over your fingers and Eddie's boot that still rests beneath you, as he finishes riding out his high above you. He watches you as you swallow his load and he silently swears to himself he’ll do whatever he can to have you like this more often.

“Fuck, baby, you soaked my shoes huh? You okay?” He asks you tenderly, grabbing your arms to pick you up off the floor and steady your shaking frame. You nod, collapsing against him, head pressed to his chest. The two of you stay like that for a while, listening to each others heavy breaths before Eddie finally breaks the silence.

“I’m sorry for being a dick about having you on the song, okay?” He says, his voice softer and far more unsure than you've ever heard it. “You made it better- I really fucking mean that.”

“I know I did.” you reply, shifting to meet his gaze, and he smiles at you. “A few more rounds of this," you gesture around the two of you, "and I think you’ll have made it up to me” you smirk at him.

“Alright, sweetheart, same place same time tomorrow?” Eddie teases, and you laugh. That’s a sound he thinks he could get used to.

•••

When the two of you walk back into the recording room, Eddie's neck littered with hickeys and mascara smudged around your eyes, no one says a damn word.

"'Honeycomb' take three anyone?" Eddie asks.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem reader #rockstar!eddie #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #rockstar!eddie x rockstar!reader

[takenbypeter]

Heyo you already know it’s gonna be Peter Maximoff! Sooooo reader and Peter are a couple but sleep in separate dorms?rooms? idk what you would call it but they obvi live in Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters. Anyways, reader told Peter she was going to bed a little earlier just to tell him. He agrees without putting too much thought into it and continues on whatever he’s doing. Until he’s getting ready for bed and goes into his closet and notices….. one of his shirts are missing. He is speeding around looking for it even though he technically doesn’t need it at this millisecond, it’s just the thought of him not knowing where it is that’s bugging him. He cannot find it anywhere in his room. So he goes out….. assuming somebody is messing with him. Wakes up the guys who might’ve done it like Cyclops, Nightcrawler, even the Beast cuz he just “KNOWS”. Probably cuz Peter knows he’s a bit (a lot) of a butthead to them and maybe someday they’ll want some payback and today was the day. But all of them denied it and Peter is going absolutely insane. He now gets all the X-men in one room and THEY ARE NOT LEAVING UNTIL THIS CASE IS SOLVED (his band t-shirts are a priority). Somebody has to be lying and he brings in the big guns. He’s woken up Xavier. (yes he woke him up, put him in his wheelchair, and sped him into the room) He would’ve just asked Jean to read their minds but she might try to protect Cyclops or something. The arguing got louder since the X-men were all now stuck in a room, annoyed at Peter for waking them up, and still don’t really know what the heck is going on. Reader wakes up from the noise to see what all the bickering was about. There she opens the door all eyes on her staring right at the supposed “missing” shirt she was wearing. Heads turning back to Peter most (all) of them with angry faces and reader with a confused look. Peter sweetly walks to reader without an anger in sight. (he’s never angry at her and thinks she looks cute in the shirt) He comforts her as if nothing had happened and puts her back to sleep. The team’s jaws just drops in utter disbelief. A couple minutes later he comes back to the angry faces and awkwardly apologizes. As soon as he noticed he’s got no sympathy he speeds aways. Let’s just say there was a bit of a goose chase throughout the night until they tackled him down. This is just a silly and LONG request. Sorry :/

Too Cute To Blame

Peter Maximoff x reader

Words: 1561

Authors note: hey hey bestie 🌺 so glad to get a request from you, I loved this idea so funny 🤣thanks for the request and enjoy

It was another one of those nights in the X-mansion. No missions, no actual fighting, it was just a normal day filled with a number of training and lessons to practically bore your mind, but you knew they were important. At least it was over for the day.

You were currently in your boyfriend Peter’s room as you two typically were, if not your own. It was getting late and he was spread out on his mattress with his eyes shut and his hands folded together behind his head while he bobbed it to his music that played throughout the room.

You listened too, initially starting the night cuddled against him until you got slightly bored and opted to read in his desk chair.

But as you checked the clock that he had displayed underneath some papers you realized just how late it was and that's when you decided to call it quits for the night.

Packing up your things you got up and leaned over him, “I’m heading to my room, I’ll see you tomorrow,” you say and with his eyes closed he puckered his lips and you bent down to meet them for a quick kiss. “Goodnight,” you said and he repeated.

As you stood back up you looked around making sure you weren’t forgetting anything and that’s when your eyes landed on one of his band shirts. It was in his clean clothing pile on the floor with other clothes and before you could give it another thought, you took it.

You didn’t think it was a big deal but apparently it was.

Peter stayed up for about two more hours before he decided to at least attempt at sleep. After getting up from his lazy position he zoomed on over to his pile that he just washed and searching through it he realized the shirt he was planning on wearing was gone.

He knew he washed it, he absolutely washed it…didn’t he? Great now he was questioning himself.

Instead of thinking about it too much he continued his search practically tearing apart his closet, and dirty laundry bin in search of the black graphic tee.

It wasn’t a big deal or anything, it’s not like this was going to bug him for the rest of his life.

…except it was.

As he searches and searches, double checking every nook and cranny he finally comes to the conclusion that it’s not in here.

As a new thought popped into his brain he squinted while tilting his head, someone took his shirt.

“No he wouldn’t,” he mumbled to himself before he thought about it some more and let out a weary, “he would.”

And that’s when he sped off.

He knew exactly where he was headed to first. Scott’s room.

When he got to the place that he barely stepped foot in, he quickly put on Scott’s glasses before hovering over the boy, “hey,” he gave Scott’s face a little slap causing Scott’s eyes to flicker. When that didn’t do the trick he slapped harder, “hey!” That one seemed to do something as the mutant woke up, “what the f—“

“I know you took it,” Peter accused not wasting a second.

Scott looked around the room, his eyes landing on the darkness from the window,”what time ‘s it?”

Peter turned Scott’s head back to him while Scott easily pushed it away, “give me back my shirt.”

Scott let out an angry sigh as he turned to his side and covered his head trying to block out the light, “I don’t have your dumb shirt.”

Peter leaned back, still suspicious, “I don’t believe you.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I don’t care about you that much.” Peter lifted a brow at Scott’s words, that was true. Maybe it wasn’t him.

In the next second Scott’s light was off and Peter was gone for his next suspect.

Arriving in the blue mutant’s room he leaned over the boy deciding if he should slap him as he did Scott or choose a different approach this time. As he was distracted, he noticed Kurt’s eyes beginning to open and he took the opportunity, “where is it?” He demanded.

Kurt yelped not expecting this at all, but once his eyes fully opened he calmed down realizing what was going on.

“What’s happening?”

“Someone took my shirt. Was it you?”

“Do you really believe I was the one to take it?”

Hmm, sure Peter’s bugged the kid but honestly, the blue mutant had a point and off Peter went. He sped right by Jean Grey’s room knowing; one, she would either protect her dumb boyfriend, or two, she probably had no idea either way, so instead he headed for the labs that he knew Hank would probably be in.

“Hey!” Peter shouted so unexpectedly he caught Hank off guard as he practically dropped whatever science tube he had in his hands, “where’s my shirt?”

Hank gave him a blank stare behind his safety goggles, before responding, “do I look like I know?”

Peter pressed his lips together as his hands interlocked with his pointer fingers pressing against his own lips in thought while he practically scanned the beast, “you honestly look like you know…everything,” Peter said before once again taking off.

And like that he spent the night practically waking half of the mutants of the building up but still he got no answer, which is when he decided to get the big guns.

But not just that, no, he was going to publicly embarrass whoever took his shirt so they won’t ever do it again. Gearing his body up he grabbed the closest suspect dropping them off in the lounge area of the building. Then he filled the room, and one by one he brought in every single mutant he suspected until he got Charles, yes Charles out here.

“Oh great the psycho’s back,” mumbled Jubilee as Peter took his place in the middle, while Charles was just beginning to process everything.

“Peter, what is going on?” Charles asked.

“I’m glad you asked,” the gray haired boy pointed a finger practically scanning the room, “someone in here took something of mine, something very precious.”

“It’s just a shirt!” Shouted Scott.

“A Pink Floyd shirt, it's very important.”

“A shirt?” Charles squeezed his eyes shut and his fingers went to his forehead already getting a headache despite having been just woken up. “Do I have to watch you all like children?”

Peter winced suddenly feeling like this wasn’t the best idea.

“Just go to bed, we can figure it out tomorrow,” suggested Kurt.

“No, we're doing this tonight. No one is leaving till we figure this out.”

“Okay will whoever did it just confess I prefer not to use my powers on such mundane behavior,” Charles said, currently regretting his decision to bring kids together like this.

“It wasn’t me,” could be heard followed by a bunch of, “wasn’t me either,” which was then followed by “will someone just confess already?” Which was followed by a “Scott we know you did it just give it back,” causing Scott and Jean to defend him before turning the suspicion on someone else thus creating a full circle of mutants blaming mutants throughout the room.

As the arguments grew, so did the noise, awaking most other mutants who hadn’t been accused yet.

Including you.

You woke up from a deep sleep to sudden shouting and curious about the ruckus you put on some nearby pants as you entered the mutant filled room with your boyfriend standing in the middle of it all.

“What’s going on?” You questioned eyes squinting trying to adjust to the sudden bright light of the room.

Nearby young ones looked to you before looking down a little, and began nudging one another. As everyone was suddenly becoming aware of what you were wearing the room grew quieter and quieter but you, too tired to think, only kept your eyes on Peter who just realized you had entered the room.

It took only one second for Peter to glance down and easily spot the shirt he’s been desperately searching for. But instead of scolding you or accusing you like he did the others, he just runs to you immediately wrapping his arms around you while internally gushing about how cute you look in his old t-shirt.

“It’s nothing. Just an argument but it’s settled now.”

“Oh okay?” You said head still propped on his shoulder as he had his arms around you. Soon enough he removed his arms and just took your hand in his, “just go back to bed, everyone’s heading back anyway.”

“Okay?” You repeated not questioning the man's actions and everyone watched as he walked you out, leaving them there to question his sanity.

“So that’s it! We get yelled at, we suffer, but not—“

“Well you saw how cute Y/n looked,” Peter said interrupting Cyclops from the chair in the corner causing some to jump at his sudden appearance while most just glared. “Who could be mad at that face?…so uh…goodnight.”

And off he ran. Most went off to bed while others weren’t done with the whole situation.

“Oh he is so gonna get it," said Jubilee as she noticed Scott practically grinding his teeth in anger before he plus a few others tried to run after the speedy mutant.

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[nothorses]

Sometimes I’m scared of becoming a toxic asshole for thinking these things, but when I saw the transmasc separatist dude, some of the things called for were things I already wanted to do. Like, seeking out transmasc authors and read their books, or transmasc musicians and listening to their music, or only dating other transmascs, or sticking to transmasc spaces. But I don’t want to do this because I think non-transmascs are incapable of not being transandrophobic. I want this because I’ve been hurt and all this feels like a way to give me some room to breathe and heal. And it’s frustrating cause the separatist stuff feels like it’s inviting me in for that but I don’t think it will help but I’m scared of others telling me I’m no better than them for needing space. I don’t know. Maybe I just suck at unity. Hate to think that tho.

I think there's a big difference between, like, "it feels good to discuss common experiences with people who understand them" (extremely normal and fine), and "it is only safe to interact with people just like me and everyone else is trying to hurt me" (unhealthy and counterproductive).

Everyone wants to see themselves in the things they read and watch. Everyone wants to relate to other people.

And I mean, I created a discord server for Transmascs for this reason; there weren't really any spaces where transmascs could talk about transmasc experiences with each other, and the lack of any kind of transmasc "community" was very sorely felt. I guess you don't see it as much lately, and I'm so incredibly grateful for why that is- but a lot of the early conversations around this stuff talked about how being transmasc was considered shameful or regressive; it wasn't something we were supposed to find joy or pride in, and it wasn't something you were supposed to connect with other people about. And that did so much damage to transmascs! It made us isolated and lonely, and it made it so hard to talk about anything we were going through that we often bought into the lie that none of it was real, or important enough to discuss. Not to mention the impact on our ability to share and get relevant information or resources.

There's nothing wrong with needing some space to talk about shared experiences with people who get it- and I'd argue that this kind of space is deeply necessary. We don't need to give that up. That's not what unity is.

Unity is recognizing that other transmascs are not the only people we share common experiences with. We're not the only safe people, or the only people with talking to, or the only people we need to be fighting for.

It's good to connect to your community! Keep doing that! Take the time to grow your identity, connect to that part of yourself, and work to heal the ways in which that lack of connection has impacted you.

Just don't do it out of fear of the people who aren't just like you, and try not to limit yourself to one community, or one type of person, exclusively.

You are a multifaceted person, and even the trans community itself is incredibly diverse; you will likely find, if you take the time to listen, that a lot of transfems and unaligned nb folks share a lot of the same experiences, too! Even ones connected to manhood, masculinity, or our perceived inability to be autonomous.

And honestly, it sounds like you know all this already- and like you're maybe afraid you have the wrong intentions, or you might mess up, even if you're honestly just trying your best.

Feel free to disregard this bit if I'm wrong, but if I'm not: trust yourself. Trust that you do not have secret, evil intentions or hatred hidden even from yourself. Trust that if you mess up, you will do your best to correct it when you find out about it. You're doing fine, anon, you don't need to be hypervigilant about your own thoughts and feelings. And maybe you'll find that if you can work towards that goal, you'll start to worry a lot less about Becoming A Toxic Asshole for, like, correctly identifying the kernel of reasonable motivation that lead to someone else's wrong conclusion.

#I'm sorry if that is overstepping considering. yknow. i literally know nothing about you #I just feel like I've heard that before in my own brain #and I'd rather say it in case it's helpful than not

[traumatizeddfox]

hi fox! sorry if this confuses you but do you by any chance have any tips on how to comprehend living in an unhealthy environment at home? my parents fight and argue all the time, that is really distressing. it's hard to bear this when you're afraid of people raising their voice and when you realise your parents don't love eachother, I'm also empathetic and i feel sorry for my mom and hatred towards my dad to the point that it hurts me emotionally. if anyone has any tips as well please let me know in the comments!

thanks and have a nice day!

i would say try to only engage with them when it’s necessary. don’t fall into them trying to bait you, they want a reaction.

this might be a toxic advice but i would say don’t pick sides either (from my experience) because then they will start using you as a mediator or almost like an asset to the abuse if that makes sense.

try to find places to go to when you don’t need to be home. Idk your age so i don’t know if you go to school and/or if you’re a minor, but if you can maybe try spending time with friends or outside the house (Maybe a library, mall etc if possible)

I also would say that anything they try to say to you if it’s toxic or abusive is just a projection of how they feel about themselves

grey rock them (Only communicate when necessary or to keep yourself safe) don’t let them into you emotionally

as for the yelling maybe if you can get headphones and listen to music, a podcast, youtube videos or anything to avoid the noise

i hope these help! it can be super hard to deal with yelling and a toxic household!! i hope you’re safe and if you ever feel unsafe i would suggest talking to a friend or maybe authorities if you feel it’s necessary

#anon #tips

[madtomedgar]

ok my real unpopular jgy opinion is that if i had read the novel first, i would have h a t e d him, specifically because of how the situation with nmj is different. the thing he does in the novel, where he stabs himself to get nmj to drop his guard so he can get away, i fucking hate when people do that shit. my brother used to do that to me when he was mad at me and wanted me to get in trouble. literally would throw himself down the stairs or rip off a scab so he was bleeding, then start bawling his brains out until parents showed up and say i did it, and it always worked.

and then, after that, it makes a lot of sense why nmj doesn’t buy it when jgy is injured, socially, physically, emotionally, and trying to argue for leniency based on his being injured. because the last time this happened, he saw jgy injure himself to make himself more sympathetic, and then took the opening that generated and ran with it. i would not buy someone’s sob story after i watched them do that! it makes sense to look at a similar scenario and think maybe that person is up to something again! and the “oh, but you know How He Is :( he just Won’t Listen :’(” is, again, something I’ve been on the receiving end of, and I hate it when people do that.

however, the cql relationship is immensely sympathetic to me, especially at the time i first watched the show. like. boss who sets you up to fail by putting you in a position of authority that a) makes sense with your skills but b) other people will think is arbitrary and then doing nothing to help you gain the respect of others you need to do your job, and unintentionally undermining you? co-workers blatantly fucking you over because they don’t respect you, and credit for your work and the success you managed to eke out despite everyone else being colossal fuckwads the entire way getting taken by and attributed to others? sometimes the fuckwads in cheif?? and then meanwhile boss is telling you not to complain and occasionally tromping in to make things worse by waving his authority around, instead of doing what you asked which would have actually been helpful?? and when you finally snap and do something about the fuckwads, somehow you are the bad person in this scenario, despite everything that you and your boss both know you have done for him, at great expense to yourself, despite what you both know he owes you?

See that is some good shit. I want to be cql meng yao’s union rep. not only will i buy him a drink and help him hide the body, i will switch his boss’s cologne with poison ivy juice.

And then nmj fixating on him and blaming him for everything for no good reason AFTER JGY SAVES HIS LIFE NOT ONCE BUT TWICE and ALMOST DIES one of those times! and just expecting him to periodically absorb his (very dangerous and painful!) rage like it’s nbd and if jgy has a problem with that it’s further proof it’s all his fault? defending jgy on tumblr is not enough i require a weapon etc.

so like. yeah i know in the novel the music doesn’t start until after the kick and in cql the implication that it does is supposed to make jgy more evil but, a) the implication is weak as shit upon further examination (intentionally? no. but what they did was leave a lot of room for doubt about the whole sequence they present) and more importantly b) because of everything above, i actually think it’s fine and sexy and cool and progressive of jgy to start the evil music before the stairs, because it was clear before that that this was going in that direction, and what nmj puts him through despite everything jgy did for him is enough to drive most people to “ok die then” i think.

#untamed stuff #shameless jiggy apologism #every day i lose more respect for nie mingjue #probably going to spark some posts lamenting how show fans #just dont understand themes and literature #but like. all adaptations give you different versions of characters #because the nature of a character is that who they are in performance #is determined as much by who is playing them as by the text #and i don't think that #how close literally was this adaptation to the text #is the most interesting question when determining an adaptations worth #sorry #it's the shakespeare background what can i say it ruined me for fandom forever

[siouxiesiouxtryhard]

Sweetheart - (eddie munson x reader)

Ch. Fifteen - Shelley Duvall Pretty

summary: a month after the upside down is shut down "for good" eddie and y/n's closeness brings out badly hidden feelings cw: 18+ (minors dni) this is obnoxiously long, unfortunate use of y/n, language, you can sing now btw, SMUT, hair pulling, small insecure feelings, oral (both f and m receiving), moment where eddie needs help giving head, teasing, unprotected piv sex (wrap that shit bitches), light choking, fluff -i think that's all- author's note: hey!! sooo it's finally here lmao. I wanted it to be realistic instead of making eddie a god at giving head because he's had sex like maybe twice? (it probably wasn't even all the way tbh) And there's been a HUGE gap from then to now. So it just didn't make sense to me to make him a sex god. BUT IT'S HERE AND IT'S HAPPENED!!! Anyways, that's all love you <3

<<Part 14 --- Part 16>>

It had been a month since that night and Y/n and Steve had become the most unlikely duo in Hawkins. King Steve and the lady freak. Best friends? Never. He should be making fun of her, not helping her carry her books to class.

In that month, Steve had gone on to drop all his shitty popular friends and decided to hang out with people who would actually care about him. He also decided to forgive Nancy for what happened on Halloween, and he was happy for her and Jonathan. Steve confided in Y/n on the phone about his decision and he sounded so proud of himself. Y/n grinned and congratulated him before she hung up and went to Eddie’s.

Speaking of Eddie, he and Y/n had been hanging out a lot more often. To the point where Eddie was just waiting for an excuse to ask her out. And inviting her to Corroded Coffin would give him even more of a chance. He wanted his friends to meet her. The perfect time came when they decided to start doing some heavier songs that none of the boys could sing. And because Robin a little birdie let it slip to Eddie that Y/n could sing, he thought it was the perfect opportunity to ask her.

“You want me to come sing with your band? Why can’t you do it?” Y/n asked. Eddie smiled, running a hand through his hair.

“Because! I don’t have any kind of vocal fry and Gareth doesn’t wanna shred up his vocal cords for a high school band,” he said. Y/n squinted, humming as she thought it over for a bit. “Fine. But only if everyone in your band says it’s okay if I stay,” she replied. Eddie was so happy she said yes he almost kissed her right there. But that would be too soon.

When band practice came around, Eddie brought her to Gareth’s, and he introduced them all. Jeff was welcoming and started joking around with her almost immediately, but Gareth was apprehensive. He had to listen to Eddie gush about Y/n for a month now and he thought she was a poser. He just didn’t trust her. She’s here for five minutes and all of sudden she knows all about Eddie and they’re best friends? Yeah, that’s suspicious. Y/n very quickly “auditioned” for the band and Gareth still argued about it.

“I just don’t see why you guys can’t do it!” he exclaimed, “Look, I don’t wanna step on toes or anything. I’m just here because Eddie asked me,” Y/n said, putting her hands up in surrender.

Gareth crossed his arms, “Another thing. How do we know she’ll be dedicated? Especially if she’s just here for a favor.” Eddie rolled his eyes, taking his guitar off. Y/n shuffled her feet, feeling awkward as they argued over her.

“You know Gareth, we all like her. You’re the only odd one out so, if you don’t like her you can always leave,” Eddie said. Y/n shook her head frantically.

“Hey, do-don’t kick Gareth out. It’s not a big deal, I don’t wanna do it if all of you aren’t okay with me staying,” Y/n said. Gareth’s nerves dissipated a bit after that. If he wasn’t okay with her being in the band, she wasn’t going to stay.

He wasn’t saying she isn’t talented. To be honest, her voice was a perfect fit for the kind of music they wanted to play. Gareth squinted at her, glancing from her to Eddie. Eddie was sending him a pleading look. Band practice would give him more chances to hang out with Y/n and work up the balls to ask her out.

“Top three bands. Go,” Gareth said.

Y/n stuttered, “Uh, Metallica, Motley Crue, Black Sabbath? Wait! No! Ozzy!” she finished. Gareth hummed, “She’s in.”

And as Christmas break approached, and Y/n played her first gigs with Corroded Coffin, Eddie grew more antsy as the days went on. Y/n had been spending pretty much every day at his trailer. She would wait for him to get back from Hellfire or a deal. She had even started packing lunches for Wayne and forcing him to take them to work instead of eating McDonald’s every night. Everything she did was making Eddie fall for her harder when he saw her. He wasn’t one to believe in love at all, but he could believe in it for a little bit just for Y/n.

Eddie tossed his arm over the back of the couch and unintentionally around Y/n as she sat down right beside him with a bowl of popcorn. She insisted on making it “the real way” which meant that Y/n rocked up to Eddie’s trailer with a bag of popcorn kernels and oil.

His eyes widened and he groaned in satisfaction at the buttery deliciousness that flooded his mouth. “Okay, that is actually so fucking good!” he exclaimed, shoveling a handful in his mouth. Y/n giggled, covering her mouth so she didn’t show him the chewed-up popcorn.

“Am I right or am I right?” she laughed.

Eddie nodded, popping another piece in his mouth, “Absolutely.” Y/n bopped his nose, “This is why you should never doubt me, Munson,” she replied. Eddie smiled brightly, “Never again.” Y/n smiled at him and turned to watch the movie. Eddie had never seen Poltergeist, so Y/n was forcing him to watch it with her. At this rate, he still wasn't going to see it. Every few seconds Eddie would look at Y/n, her face being lit up by the TV screen.

He decided to just go for it.

“Hey…” Eddie said. Y/n hummed, still watching her movie.

“You’re really pretty,” Eddie said. Y/n felt a pang in her chest, and she turned away from the screen to find him already looking at her.

“Huh?” she scoffed, “You’re, like, really pretty,” Eddie replied, smiling dreamily at her. Y/n sent him an amused smile, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.

“I-I just mean you’re pretty in a way I’ve never seen before,” Eddie stuttered, trying to be smooth.

“So, I’m weird looking?” Y/n squinted playfully, totally joking with him.

Eddie’s eyes widened in panic, and he backtracked, “No! No! I just mean I’ve never seen anyone like you before! Wait- no, hold on,” he said. Eddie held up a “wait” finger and thought for a second. “I mean, I think you’re pretty in a way I’ve never thought anyone was pretty before. You’re not weird looking at all, I just mean you’re pretty in a different way than I have seen someone,” he said.

Y/n nodded slowly, “So, like Shelley Duvall pretty?” she asked.

Eddie smiled nervously, “I-is Shelley Duvall pretty?” he asked. Y/n shrugged, “I think so…” Eddie smiled in fake confidence, “Then yes!”

Y/n laughed at him, rolling her eyes. “Sorry… I can’t explain things right. I can’t, like, speak when I’m around you?” Eddie laughed, “I know. I usually do the talking when we’re together,” Y/n smiled, taking another bite of popcorn. Eddie shrugged, “I don’t know, I guess you just make me nervous. Can’t really form good sentences.” Y/n shot him a look, not really understanding what that meant. “Okay, this is not going how I wanted it to,” Eddie sighed, running a hand through his hair, and standing up. Y/n set the popcorn aside and turned to sit properly on the couch.

“Eds, what is going on? Like, are you okay? What’s wrong?” she exclaimed. Eddie groaned to himself. He can’t just outright say he had a crush on her.

“Nothing! It’s nothing!” Eddie replied, putting his hands up in defense. Y/n narrowed her eyes and gave him a stern look.

“Edward…” Eddie winced, “James…” Eddie whimpered a ‘no!,’ “Munson…” Y/n finished.

Eddie whined like a child, “Not my full name!” he groaned, “Eddie, you tell me what’s going on,” Y/n demanded. She felt bad pressuring him to tell her what was going on, but he put himself in that situation by bringing it up.

Eddie sighed, “I ju- I can’t tell you!” he said, tossing his hands up. Y/n squinted, “Why?” she asked. He shook his head, mumbling to himself, “This isn’t right. It’s not right. This is going all wrong.” Y/n took another bite of popcorn, deciding that if he wouldn’t tell her, she would just watch the movie.

Eddie huffed and sat back beside her. “Okay… I-I can’t tell you…” he trailed off, staring at her. Y/n gave him a deadpan look. Eddie took a moment of staring at her and finally got the courage to say something else.

“Know what? Fuck it, I’ll just show you…” he murmured, cupping Y/n’s cheeks and kissing her. Her eyes widened and she froze up in surprise. Eddie’s heart dropped into his ass, taking her response as negative. “Shit, shit, shit! I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry,” he apologized frantically. Y/n shook her head casually, “I didn’t say that…” she said.

Eddie stopped and looked at her. “What?” he asked, a smile slowly creeping onto his face.

“I was just caught off guard. I don’t mind.” She replied.

Eddie was shell-shocked. No way this girl was into him. “S-so, if I kissed you again, you wouldn’t be mad?” he stuttered. Y/n smirked and shook her head. Eddie smiled widely and leaned in again, kissing her gently. Y/n kissed him back and wrapped her arms around his neck. Eddie scooted closer to her as they continued kissing. He hesitantly put his hands on her waist, slowly laying her back on the couch. Y/n leaned on her elbows and smiled into the kiss.

Fucking. Finally.

Eddie pushed some hair out of her face, cupping her cheek as he kissed her again. He simply couldn’t believe it was happening. Y/n smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck when he leaned down and kissed her again. The kisses quickly turned fast and needy, Eddie wincing when Y/n put her thigh between his legs.

“Is this… Is this o-okay?” he stuttered. Y/n bit her lip and nodded, pulling him down to press their lips together again. She whimpered into his mouth when he ran his rough jean-clad leg along her clit. Eddie smirked lightly, running his hand along her body. “Bedroom?” he panted. Y/n nodded, yelping when he picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. He kept kissing her, nearly bumping into the wall on the way before dropping her onto his bed.

Eddie sat up, pulling his shirt over his head, and leaned back down. Y/n smiled, running her hands through his hair. She pulled lightly on the brown curls, earning a groan and a buck of his hips into hers. Y/n smirked on his lips, trailing her hands down his chest. Eddie hummed, hands on her hips. His heart was pounding in his chest. He had wanted to kiss her like this since he met her. Y/n brought him back to attention when she threw her leg over and rolled them over until she was on top. Eddie laughed, laying back on his pillows. He trailed his hands up and down her thighs, staring up at her.

“You look so good on top of me,” Eddie said, gripping her thigh. Y/n smiled, leaning down to kiss him, pulling him up to sit and wrapping her arms around his neck. Eddie smiled, sliding his hands up and under her shirt, holding her bare waist. Y/n pulled away from him to pull her shirt over her head and kissed him again to distract him from her torso. Eddie almost pouted about it. He wanted to see her.

He pulled away briefly to kiss down her neck and to her collarbones. Y/n tossed her head to the side, squeezed her eyes shut, and tried not to feel insecure right then. Eddie sucked angry red and purple spots all down the side of her neck and along her boobs. Running his hand up her back, he could feel the change in her demeanor and pulled back to look at her.

“Are you sure this is still okay? W-we don’t have to do anything,” Eddie asked. Y/n nodded, running her hands up his arms.

“I want to. I promise. I just get a little insecure sometimes,” she shrugged. Eddie glanced over her face, searching for any sign she didn’t want to do it. He grinned, sliding his hand into her hair, and kissing her deeply. The amount of emotion he put into it drew a soft moan from Y/n and she arched her back. She loved kissing him. She could kiss Eddie for hours on end if he would let her. Eddie kissed her so passionately and he put his whole being into it. And she loved that.

Eddie disconnected their lips, leaning his forehead on hers. “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Don’t be insecure, okay?” he whispered. Y/n smiled and nodded, sliding her hands down to hold his. Eddie grinned, kissing down her body until she was laying back down.

“Can I?” he breathed, laying between her legs. Y/n nodded, biting her lip through her smile. Eddie smiled and pulled her skirt and underwear down her legs, kissing her calf on the way. His eyes widened now that he had the real thing in front of him. His fantasies did not do her justice.

He leaned back down and wrapped his hands around her thighs before licking a stripe up her folds. Y/n gasped, turning her face into the blanket when he chuckled at her reaction. Eddie went back in on her, tongue flicking and sucking on something that was not what he was looking for.

“Mm- Eddie, babe, stop,” she said, pushing his forehead.

Eddie whined but pulled away anyway, “What’s wrong?” he asked.

Y/n smiled, running her hand through his hair. “Um, just, you’re kinda, like, missing it,” she said. Eddie blushed and he glanced at her pussy right under him.

“Shit… no way it’s been that long. Uh, I’m sorry can you sh-show me?” he stuttered, ears burning.

Y/n giggled, “It’s okay! I got you. Here.”

She took Eddie’s hand and led him to her clit, showing him how to play with it just how she liked it. “There?” Eddie asked, repeating her motions.

“Yeah…” Y/n moaned, “J-just do what you were doing with your tongue there and you’re golden.” Eddie smiled, seeing her start to fall apart a little bit. “Like this?” he mumbled, replacing his thumb with his mouth, and pulling a moan from her. Eddie smiled, gripping her thighs so she didn’t clamp them shut around his head.

Y/n gasped sharply, shutting her eyes, and gripping the sheets. “Fuck pull my hair, baby,” Eddie groaned, diving right back in. Y/n whimpered and gripped his hair, arching her back and tossing her head back.

“Oh my god you look fucking perfect, sweetheart,” Eddie grinned, pulling back briefly. Y/n smiled and rolled her eyes, “Shut up,” she breathed.

Eddie slipped two fingers in his mouth before sliding his middle finger inside her. “Shit! You’re tight already,” Eddie laughed. Y/n giggled, “You’re such a bully!” covering her face with her hands. Eddie giggled thrusting his fingers to get her to open up some more. He leaned back down and kissed, licked, and sucked at her clit. Y/n leaned up on her elbows, gasping and gripping his hair. Eddie groaned, closing his eyes, and moving faster.

“’M close…” Y/n breathed.

Eddie whined, his eyes rolling back under his lids. “Cum on my face… please… please baby I need it,” Eddie whimpered. Y/n smiled, dropping her head back as she tensed up and her orgasm hit her like a train.

“Fucking Christ!” Y/n groaned, falling back on the bed.

Eddie licked up her release, moaning hungrily at the taste. “You taste so sweet, Y/n…” he breathed, licking her off his finger. Y/n grinned, reaching up for him. “Kiss me,” she whispered, pressing her lips to his again. Eddie smiled, groping her boobs, and trailing his hand down her body. Y/n giggled and shoved him onto his back, straddling him again. She leaned down and pushed his head to the side, sinking her teeth into his neck.

“Holy shit!” Eddie whispered, breathing heavily. Y/n snickered, leaving matching marks all down his neck and collarbones. She slid down his body, looking up at him once she got to the waistband of his pants. Eddie cursed and frantically pushed them down his legs, kicking them off clumsily and earning a laugh from Y/n.

“Relax, Eds, we have all night!” she laughed.

Eddie breathed out a laugh and slowly pushed his boxers down. Y/n pulled them off his ankles and tossed them. Her eyes widened when she saw his dick.

“Quite the opposite actually… I just wasn’t expecting it to be that big,” she giggled. Eddie blushed and smiled, looking away so she wouldn’t see his flaming cheeks. “It’s a good thing, baby. I’m just hoping I can take it,” she said lowly, leaning down and licking the tip. Eddie jolted and hissed, scooting up the bed. It really had been a hot minute. He was so sensitive and with how tight she was with just his fingers; he was worried he wouldn’t last longer than four seconds. He was also worried he might hurt her, but she didn’t seem to be too hung up on that with the way she was stroking him.

She wasn’t expecting it to be small, but she wasn’t expecting him to be hung either.

“W-what? Is it, like, small or something?” Eddie laughed nervously. Y/n shook her head quickly. She was just a little shocked.

Eddie bit his lip, attempting to keep his hot embarrassing sounds to himself. Y/n frowned and grabbed his balls before glaring up at him. Eddie cried out and looked at her with wide eyes.

“Don’t you dare hold back those noises. I love when guys are vocal,” she groaned. Eddie smiled and nodded, kissing her nose. Y/n leaned down and took him in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down on him. “Oh fuck!” Eddie whimpered, grabbing for her hand. Y/n giggled on him, the vibrations sending him to a whole other plane of existence. Y/n worked him like a pro, running her tongue over all the right places, that thick vein that stuck out a little more than the others, that especially sensitive spot just under the head.

And Eddie was a mess!

Whines and moans flew from his mouth and straight to Y/n’s cunt that was practically dripping in anticipation. “Okay! Okay! Okay! Stop, stop!” Eddie breathed hurriedly, gently pulling her off him.

Y/n tilted her head with a questioning look, her eyes asking what was wrong. “I don’t wanna cum yet… Not when I haven’t been inside you yet,” he said.

Y/n smiled and crawled on top of him again. “Condom?” Eddie whispered.

Y/n shrugged indifferently, “I’m fine either way. I’ll leave it to you.”

Holy shit she was fucking perfect. Eddie wasn’t against condoms in the slightest. He thought they were great, and they prevented a lot of unwanted kids and diseases, but sex without a condom was twelve times better than with one.

“Fuck where have you been all my life?” Eddie groaned, squeezing her thighs with a laugh. Y/n laughed and kissed him quickly. Eddie groaned, biting his lip in excitement when she lined him up.

“Ready?” she asked. Eddie nodded and she sunk down on him for the first time. Eddie’s jaw dropped and he let out a harsh breath before gripping her hips tightly. Y/n winced quietly and whimpered once he bottomed out inside of her.

“Holy fuck, Y/n. Shit! You are so fuckin’ tight mama,” he groaned, dragging his nails down her thighs. Y/n smiled and clenched purposefully, drawing another higher-pitched moan from him. “I’m gonna move now if you think you’re ready,” she sighed.

Eddie nodded and took a deep breath, “I-I’m ready. I don’t know how long I’ll last sweetheart,” he laughed nervously. Y/n smiled, running her hands through his hair, and pushing it over his shoulders. “I don’t mind. I want you to cum,” she said, testing the waters by rolling her hips. They both moaned and Y/n couldn’t stop once she started, and Eddie didn’t want her to stop.

“Shit you feel so good!” Y/n gasped, gripping his shoulder. Eddie moaned, his back arching as he held her waist to help keep her pace steady. Y/n groaned, starting to bounce on him in addition to rolling her hips steadily. Eddie hissed at the new angle, hitting new spots on him she wasn’t hitting before. Eddie squeezed her hips, his cold rings leaving indents in her skin. She looked down at him, his lips parted as whimpers escaped his mouth and his eyes set on watching her fuck herself on him. Eddie looked back up at her with his head thrown back.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful riding my cock,” he whimpered out when she clenched around him. His room being filled with moans and the sounds of skin against skin. Eddie moved his hand to circle her clit, making Y/n moan as her hand trailed towards his neck and she wrapped her hand around his throat, squeezing, “F-fuck,” he choked out.

Y/n let him go in fear of hurting him, but Eddie was quick to grab her hand and place it back around his throat, “Do it again,” he moaned as he rubbed her clit faster. Y/n clenched around him again as she continued moving her hips faster and squeezed his throat again, choking him. “Oh God, just like that,” he whimpered, screwing his eyes shut.

“Yeah? You’re close aren’t you?” Y/n asked, panting heavily. Eddie groaned and nodded, struggling to keep his eyes open.

“I am too. I wanna cum with you, baby,” Y/n whimpered.

Eddie moaned, “Fuck yes, pretty girl, please cum with me!” he cried. Y/n tensed up, her legs starting to shake around his hips.

“Oh, I’m gonna cum. Fuck I’m gonna cum!” Eddie moaned, digging his nails into her hips. Y/n moaned, speeding up just a bit more to get them both there and Eddie broke first, throwing his head back and moaning loudly, basically crying as she rode him through it. His release triggered hers and Y/n cried out, falling on top of him as she shook.

“Fuck! Oh my God, fuck!” she whimpered. Eddie gasped, wrapping his arms around her, and burying his face in her neck. “Oh my god, Y/n, you’re fucking amazing. Fuck!” he breathed, smiling into her shoulder.

Y/n groaned and laid on her arms on his chest, looking up at him with hazy eyes. “That… was the best sex I have ever had,” Eddie laughed. Y/n giggled and nodded, tucking some hair behind her ear before slowly getting off him. They both hissed, sensitive from their orgasms.

“Be right back,” Y/n sighed, walking into the bathroom, and leaving Eddie in his room. He smiled stupidly, covering his face with his hands. He just fucked Y/n. He just fucked Y/n. The girl he thought was unobtainable and completely out of his league just had sex with him in his trailer. Y/n came out of the bathroom with a washcloth in hand and wiped up the sweat and any cum that got on Eddie in their “endeavors.” Eddie smiled, taking the towel from her, and tossing it into his overflowing laundry basket. Y/n grabbed Eddie’s shirt off the floor and slipped her panties on before giving him a new pair of boxers.

“I am so tired,” she giggled, laying on his chest. Eddie wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close and kissing her forehead. He hummed in agreement and they both silently agreed to talk about whatever they were doing later. Eddie smiled softly, carefully tucking Y/n’s hair behind her ear. He felt a little creepy watching her sleep, but he didn’t know if or when he would ever get to look at her this close again, so he took the opportunity. Y/n mumbled incoherently in her sleep, pulling Eddie closer and burying her face in his chest. Eddie grinned, squeezing her lightly and settling into the bed himself.

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[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Bah

Debut: New Super Mario Bros.

So the Super Mario Wiki recently welcomed a beautiful newborn article into the world, about the “Bah” sounds from the New Super Mario Bros. games! And it inspired me to want to write a post too, but you know, I was a little hesitant about just mooching off someone else’s hard work and research... until I realized I’ve been doing that since the start of the blog! So why stop now?

We’ve always loved to push the limits of what we can cover on this blog and run any possible qualifications into the ground, so I thought it would be pretty fun to talk about a Weird Mario Sound! (That rhymed, I guess??)

Huh? What’s that? I already kinda did that with the Baby Face post? Well, erm, see... that’s different because... HEY look behind you! An expository paragraph!

If you’ve played any of the New Super games I’ll bet you need no introduction to the sound of “Bah”. You know, the little vocal bits in the songs that a bunch of the enemies would dance along to? The Goombas hop, the Koopas turn their heads, and even the items jump a little!

Needless to say this changed everything. As Videogamers we’re all used to grooving to our favorite Videogame Tracks and Tunes! But to think that even the wonderful little guys in the screen can hear the little ditties that play really changed the way we think about Super Mario, on a metaphysical level. How can we merrily crush a turt beneath our feet knowing they too can enjoy the sweet hymns of Kondo Koji & Co.?

And if you’re playing with the sound off, uh... sorry to hear that? What are you, a cop?  

Everyone loved it so much that they did it more in the other games. Like in New Super Mario Bros. Wii! This image is not from New Super Mario Bros. Wii. It’s from New Super Mario Bros. U. It is hard to find images for a sound effect.

Anyway, yes! They updated a few of the animations in this game (like the Koopa Troopas now do a little jig instead of just moving their head!), but they also added quite a few new ones!

Like Pokey, who turns into Orange (fruit)! Have you ever seen a cactus creature turn into oranges before your very eyes? Have you ever wanted to swallow them whole? If you’re a Yoshi then you can! Yum!

And later on, in New Super Mario Bros. U, the Bramballs got to become fruit too! Wow! Happy Pride! “Bah” truly is the voice of god! This one looks more like a mandarin or a tangerine to me. Anyway, you can find a nice little chart with all the enemy behaviours on the wiki page. Check it out!

Oh, I guess I haven’t actually talked about the “Bah” sound itself yet, huh? I mean, I think it’s cute! Everyone likes a bit of accapella! Actually, the “Bah” sound most likely originated in Mario 64, with that little mission select jingle, which got reused in 64 DS! Some people might argue it sounds more like “Pah”, but I think it’s compressed enough that it doesn’t really matter. If we can all agree on the name “Bah”, that just makes everyone’s life a bit easier, doesn’t it? When I was a kid, I thought it sounded like “Wah”, but I was a stupid kid and you shouldn’t have listened to me!

But can mankind’s hubris take it too far? What happens when there’s TOO much “Bah”? Well, take a listen to this, buster!

In New Super Mario Bros. 2, they added a whole load of “Bahs” to both the overworld and athletic themes, and uh... I don’t really like it! Well, they might sound more like “Lah”, but my point is it’s a bit too much...! They’ve completely taken over, like an invasive species of soundbite! They even added “Bahs” to the songs where they don’t really fit as well, like the castle and the ghost house themes! But I think “Bahs” are best in moderation. Like drugs!

They reverted most of this in New Super Mario Bros. U though. Phew! I guess hubris isn’t real after all. If you take any moral from this post, it’s to challenge the authority of god and turn into a citrus fruit when you hear a musical cue! I want to be a clementine. See you next time!

#mario #mario sounds #bah #new super mario bros #mod f boy #citrus #oranges #tangerines #clementines

[spiderking-of-queens]

Chapter One: Welcome to Hawkins

Summary: It’s your senior year at Hawkins High in November 1984, and you can’t help but think about all of the missed opportunities you’ve had to get to know Eddie Munson over the years. (6.5k words)

Author Note: This is mainly a Fem!reader x Eddie Munson fanfic that will have many parts, but (spoiler alert!) this one’s also for those of us that can’t choose between Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington... The series will also include the reader’s relationships to some of the other characters in-depth (Max Mayfield features heavily at the end of this one. The reader has a Dustin/Steve-esque friendship with her). I’ll be following the timeline of Stranger Things canon as closely as possible, starting with season 2 and going beyond season 4. I cannot stress this enough, this is going to be a literal novel. Like, 200 pages at least that I have already written. (Really proud of this, not gonna lie. I put my heart and soul into it. Literally did nothing but write this series for the past two months and I don’t care that no one is gonna read it lmao.)

Warnings: Mentions of abuse and racism from Billy (this is a Billy hate fic sorry not sorry, he is the worst). The reader has quite a few specific attributes mentioned about her life, but none really about her appearance. She’s an outcast and socially awkward and has controlling parents. Mild bullying. Reader used to be friends with Tommy and Carol when they were kids (YUCK). 

Masterlist

November 2nd, 1984

Eddie Munson was difficult not to notice. 

The first time you saw him was your first day of your freshman year in 1981. You were sitting alone in the cafeteria listening to music on your Walkman when a blur of motion captured your attention out of the corner of your eye. It was Eddie, going on a first of many tirades you would witness, putting on a show. Most of the people in the room didn’t seem to notice or care, but you couldn’t stop staring. 

Who did this kid think he was? Why didn’t he care what people thought of him? What was he even speaking so passionately about?

You lowered your headphones to listen. 

“There is no way that The Empire Strikes Back is better than A New Hope. No. Way.”

He was standing up, slamming his fists on the table as he argued with his friends. You agreed with him, but you didn’t understand why this was something to get so riled up about. 

You listened to him and his friends go back and forth as you sipped your milk through a straw. Then his eyes shifted over towards you and the milk almost came out of your nose as you choked and scrambled to pretend that you hadn’t been eavesdropping. You set your drink down and looked out the window, but you couldn’t help turning your gaze back to him to see if you had successfully fooled him. You hadn’t. His eyes were still on you, and a smirk appeared on his face. Then he winked and you could feel your face begin to burn. Without thinking, you put your headphones back on, gathered up your things, and got up to leave. 

The last thing you wanted to do on your first day of high school was draw attention to yourself. Middle school had been miserable, and you were determined to make it through the next four years unscathed. Whoever this kid was, he seemed kinda like trouble, and trouble was not something you needed more of. 

Although you tried your best not to, you kept your eye on him for the rest of the school year. He was entertaining to watch, and something about him intrigued you. He seemed to be the complete opposite of you. He didn’t give a shit what anybody thought of him and you admired him for it, no matter how ridiculously he acted.

You learned his name when he was in one of your classes during your sophomore year. It turned out that he was a grade above you, but had failed most of his classes. The more you noticed him, the more evident the reasons he was failing became. He was disruptive. He didn’t even try to pay attention. Sometimes, he even took a nap in the back of the room.

One day, he sat beside you as he sketched in his notebook. He was focusing so hard, a pen in his mouth as he was shading. Sketching was something you enjoyed, too, and for some reason seeing that you had this in common gave you butterflies. You tried to nonchalantly stretch your neck to get a better look, and discovered that he was actually spelling something out in big, sharp letters: CORRODED COFFIN. You raised an eyebrow, curious about what it could mean. Then you snapped out of it when he shuffled some papers around to cover it up. You looked at him before you could stop yourself, and he was staring right back at you with a bashful look on his face. 

“Just brainstorming,” He explained with a shrug. “Band stuff.”

You gave him a weak smile, feeling ashamed for being so nosy, and returned your eyes to the front of the classroom again. If you weren’t so shy and embarrassed, you probably would have said something. You would have apologized for snooping, or told him what a great band name you thought that was. But instead you slumped back into your seat and pretended to listen to your teacher. 

Later that year after you turned sixteen, you got a job at Melvald’s General Store. During one of your first shifts, you were sketching absentmindedly in your notebook when the store quieted down a little. The familiar sound of the bell over the door chimed away and you barely gave it any thought, but still looked up and said your usual greeting. You did a double take when you saw Eddie standing at the front of the store, his hand shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket. He was with someone you didn’t recognize, someone older. You had overheard once that his parents weren’t in the picture anymore. You wondered if he was his uncle. The man smiled and said hello to you as he picked up a basket, and Eddie stared back at you. 

You tried not to watch them as they collected their groceries, busying yourself with your doodles, but you couldn’t help looking up every now and then. You prayed that from their perspective, it just seemed like you were doing your job and keeping an eye on all the customers. 

“Hold this, please” you heard his uncle say as he pushed the basket into Eddie’s arms. You looked up and made eye contact with him as he nearly fumbled it and gave you a sheepish smile. You smiled back, stifling a giggle, and quickly went back to drawing. Had he been watching you, too?

When they came over to check out, you went over your usual ‘did you find everything okay?’ speech and rang them up. His uncle asked you for a pack of Camel cigarettes, and Eddie perked up at this. 

“Make it two,” he chimed in with a smirk, and you both raised an eyebrow at him. 

“In your dreams, kid,” his uncle scoffed, then turned back to you. “Just the one, please.”

Eddie scowled at him and looked at you for help. You shrugged and smirked back. He wouldn’t get any sympathy from you. You were on his uncle’s side. Smoking was not a hobby you were keen on, even if the idea of him smoking a cigarette sort of gave you butterflies. 

After they left, you felt equal parts relieved and empty. You went back to drawing and figured that would be the end of the day’s excitement, but a few minutes later, the bell rang again more frantically and Eddie was standing in front of you before you even had a chance to register it. 

“One pack of Camels, please,” he muttered, clearly out of breath. 

You stared at him, bewildered, and didn’t move. 

“Please hurry,” he urged, frustrated by your hesitation. “My uncle is next door at the pharmacy and I may have lied and said you miscounted our change. Sorry about that, by the way.” 

You raised an eyebrow and turned to grab another pack of cigarettes, then slid it across the counter towards him as he eyed the door nervously. He studied your lack of an expression as you waited for him to fish change out of his jacket pockets. 

“You disapprove?” He asked. 

“Just not a big fan of lung cancer,” You teased. He wasn’t expecting that response, and grinned at your repartee as he handed over his money. 

“Okay, sure. But, how cool would they make me look, though?” 

It was like he could read your thoughts. You didn’t reply to this, but he could probably guess your answer by the red flush that was painted on your cheeks. He put the pack of cigarettes in his pocket and patted it, then gave you a smirk. 

“Can I trust you to keep this our little secret?”

“Sure, Eddie,” You snorted. “You can trust me.”

He seemed pleasantly surprised that you knew his name. Maybe even flustered. He was peeking up at you through his mop of hair shyly. 

“Thanks. I owe you one. See you around.”

He turned to leave and took one last look at you before disappearing through the door. You watched him reunite with his uncle, who was grinning at him and reached up to mess with his hair. Eddie wrinkled his nose and pushed him away so he could fix it. You smiled to yourself as you wondered what he was teasing him about. 

This interaction was enough to keep you hooked for another year. 

The first time you realized your feelings for Eddie were more intense than you initially realized was during your junior year.

When you came back from summer break and saw him again in the cafeteria, you began to notice things about his appearance that you hadn’t before. He had let his hair grow longer, and you thought you saw the dark outlines of new tattoos on his arms. You had the sudden urge to go over and study them. You wanted to run your fingers over them, to know why he got them and what they meant to him. Your face burned red with shame at these thoughts. There was no way you could let yourself fall for him. You learned early on in your life that nothing good could ever come from those kinds of feelings. Only shame and heartache.

Later that year, he was pinning a flyer to the bulletin board near your locker. You recognized the name printed on it. It was the same big, bold letters he had sketched into his notebook a year prior: Corroded Coffin. You smiled a little as you realized that he had the courage to make his dreams a reality. Even though you had no right, you couldn’t help but feel slightly proud of him for it. He caught you looking once again, and smiled back at you. 

You let your eyes linger on his face before you turned back to your locker to pull out a textbook. This time, he didn’t let it slide. He leaned against the wall, facing you, and crossed his arms.

“You should come, if you want to,” He said.

“Wh-what?” You asked in shock, nearly fumbling your books.

He nodded towards the flyer.

“To see my band. We’re not very good, but it could be fun.”

You stared back at him, your brain screaming at you to say something, but the words didn’t come. You were too busy noticing how big and dark brown his eyes were for the first time. 

He shook his head as if he felt stupid for offering, but handed you a flyer anyways. 

“Here. Just in case. You can totally tear it up and throw it out if you want. Just do me a favor and wait until I turn my back?”

He chuckled at himself. You still didn’t know what to say. 

Did you want to go? Absolutely, yes. Would you go? No. Never. 

First of all, the idea of showing up at The Hideout by yourself made your stomach churn. What would you even do alone at a bar? Secondly - and most importantly - your parents would never let you go in a million years and you were too bad at hiding things from them to sneak out. It was an impossible dream, but you didn’t want him to know it.

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish as you gawped at him. Eventually, he gave up on waiting for you to say something and gave a little wave before he strode away. You watched him go, hating yourself for missing yet another opportunity to get to know him. 

When another year ended without you gathering up the courage to speak to Eddie, you thought that you had missed your chance for good. He was due to graduate, and Hawkins would probably be in his rearview mirror the second after he walked across the stage. He was too good for this town, and you knew it. You were devastated. But you were pleasantly surprised when you saw his familiar mop of curls at his usual table in the cafeteria on your first day of your senior year in 1984. You silently thanked god for his academic failings. You felt a little guilty for being so happy about it, but couldn’t help yourself. 

After Halloween, you were at your locker getting your books when you saw Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins approaching you. Your breath caught in your throat. Any time they locked eyes on you, you knew a painful interaction was about to ensue. No matter how hard you tried to keep your head down, they still managed to find you. 

Once upon a time, the three of you had been friends. Your parents ran in the same circle and you had spent many weekends at each others’ houses. But in middle school, they realized that your meekness and occasional awkwardness was a major flaw and began to tear you down for it, just because they knew they could. That’s when you decided that having friends probably wasn’t worth the trouble. 

“Hey, Y/N… Didn’t see you at Tina’s party. Were you too busy handing out candy with your mommy and daddy?” Carol sneered.

You pretended not to notice or care that they were speaking to you as you slammed your locker shut. They knew that your parents had always been controlling and overbearing, that you spent more time with them than anyone else whether you liked it or not, and enjoyed using this against you. 

“Nah. Pretty sure she just wasn’t invited,” Tommy added.

“What makes you think I would have wanted to go anyways?” You snapped. Your eyes widened. Defending yourself was out of character for you. 

“So you admit you weren’t invited? Ouch,” He said with a laugh.

You rolled your eyes and tried to push past them, but they weren’t ready to give up. 

“It’s too bad. I heard Steve was saving a dance for you,” Carol said, cocking her head to the side as she feigned sympathy for you.

You wanted to ask them how they would even know this since you heard that Steve had finally come to his senses and dropped them last year after he began dating Nancy Wheeler, but thought better of it.

This was their second favorite bit of material to use against you. While you and Carol were still friends, you shared who the two of you had crushes on at a sleepover. She admitted that she had a crush on Tommy, and lucky for her, it worked out. But you had a crush on Steve Harrington. He was part of your friend group, too, and at the time she had nothing but kind things to say about it. But soon it turned into a cruel joke. It had been a long time since you had feelings for Steve, but for some reason the idea of the two of you together was so hilarious to them that they just couldn’t let it go. It didn’t matter if it was true anymore or not. You were still ashamed about it, and they knew it. You were just glad Steve wouldn’t be around to hear about it anymore. 

“Aren’t we a little too old for this, guys?” You asked. It was a genuine, pleading question.

“That’s rich coming from you, Virgin Mary,” Carol scoffed. 

Your complete lack of romantic experience was always her most reliable comeback. Tommy laughed and wrapped an arm around her proudly. 

“Aren’t you the one who likes to hang out with little kids? That’s pretty weird, even for you.”

He was talking about Will Byers and Max Mayfield. 

Ever since you had gotten a job at Melvald’s, Joyce Byers had been a confidant for you, and you did her the occasional favor of watching Will when she and Jonathan were both busy. After everything that had happened with his disappearance and the bizarre faking of his death, there was no question why she had trouble leaving him on his own. You were more than happy to help out. Besides, he was a sweet kid, and you had more in common with him than most people your age. You were a lot like him when you were his age. He was quiet and an outcast like you, and you had an unspoken understanding between the two of you. Mostly, you enjoyed sharing your drawings with each other. 

Max, on the other hand, was new to town, and her brother, Billy, had recruited you to be her caretaker earlier that week. He had quickly taken stock of the social hierarchies of the school and made nice with Tommy and Carol, and consequently learned that you were an easy target. He also found out all about your desire to distance yourself from your parents, and knew that you had been trying to save up a little nest egg for when you graduated. Your parents had no idea that you weren’t planning to go to college, that your biggest dream was to leave town and try to make it as an artist. College meant four more years of misery and a degree that you didn’t want or need. Sure, your parents would pay for it, but only if you majored in something that they would approve of. Only if they could still control you. You couldn’t have that. 

So, yeah, you agreed to look after Max for some extra cash, and you actually had a decent time hanging out with her. She was everything you wished you could have been at her age. Strong, confident, witty. She was cool. You were five years older than her, and still somehow completely intimidated by her. But she seemed to enjoy your company, too. She even let you borrow a couple of her comic books. 

It didn’t take you long to recognize that familiar game of control in Max and Billy’s relationship, but at a much more sinister level. You couldn’t let him abuse Max the way he did. You decided not to accept Billy’s money, and made it a personal mission to be around for Max whenever she might need you. It was the very least you could do for her. The day before, Billy abandoned her after school and you offered her a ride home and let her know that you would be more than happy to be her chauffeur anytime. You didn’t want to make more trouble for her, but you also couldn’t stand the idea of her having to rely on Billy like that. You knew she could handle him. She had been handling him most of her life. But you wanted her to know that she didn’t have to be alone in it anymore. 

You saw a lot of yourself in Max, but the most distinct difference was her bravery and ferocity. You were planning to run away from your problems, but she had been facing hers head-on her entire life. Somehow, she was able to take all of the shit she had been given in her life and used it to harden herself instead of letting it break her. It was devastating to recognize, but admirable all the same. If it were you in her shoes, you were certain that you would have crumbled.

You blinked at Tommy, unsure how to respond. Then you realized you wouldn’t have to when a voice spoke up behind you. 

“Hey, needle-dick!”

You turned around to see none other than Eddie Munson, his arms crossed and a shit-eating smirk on his face. Your mouth hung open at the sight of him. 

“You talking to me, freak?” Tommy scoffed back at him.

“Yeah. Don’t see anybody else that fits that description in this general vicinity. Do you? Do you, Carol? You would know.”

Carol rolled her eyes and Tommy removed his arm from her shoulders to lurch forward towards Eddie. He was less than an inch from his face, but Eddie looked completely unfazed by it. Amused, even.

“You better watch your fucking mouth, Munson. You looking to get your ass kicked or something?”

“I’m sorry, I just don’t see why you would waste your energy trying to tear down some sweet, unsuspecting girl when you’ve got this treasure trove of good material standing right in front of you. I’m actually kind of offended that you overlooked me.”

Tommy chortled at this, equal parts amused and aggravated by this response. He was pissed that he wasn’t able to scare Eddie the way he could other people, but was enjoying the challenge. 

“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” He sneered, and grabbed him by the collar of his jacket to slam him up against the row of lockers. 

You yelped in horror, but Eddie remained inhumanly cool. He bursted out laughing as Tommy tried to stare him down.

“You’re cute,” Eddie mocked him and made a kissy face at him, which immediately made Tommy draw his fist back in preparation to hit him. You jolted forward and pleaded for him to stop at the exact same moment that Principal Higgins appeared from behind the growing audience of students.

“Boys! Break it up, now!”

Tommy immediately released his grip from Eddie’s jacket and took a step away from him. The only thing he was afraid of was authority. Eddie, on the other hand, only rolled his eyes in response. 

“Munson, how many times have we had this conversation? Why do you insist on seeking out trouble?”

“Guess I just can’t help myself,” He said with a shrug. 

“My office. Now,” Principal Higgins responded with a disappointed shake of his head, pointing towards his office door. 

Eddie didn’t try to argue with this even though it was complete bullshit. He just slung his bag over his shoulder and gave you a proud smirk before he walked away from you. Tommy and Carol glared at you as they linked arms and headed in the opposite direction. The crowd began to disperse, but you were still standing in front of your locker in shock, staring into space.

Did that really just happen?

You had been observing Eddie long enough to know that he also struggled with the occasional cruel comments from classmates. It was another one of the reasons you felt a ridiculous connection to him. The fact that he would willingly throw himself into the line of fire for you was something you certainly did not take lightly. It meant the world to you.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You had to speak to him, for real this time.

Did you really have anything to lose? Soon, high school would be over. You had spent the past three years hiding from everyone, trying to get by without making a sound. Without doing much of anything besides sitting in your room alone. The very least you could do was open your mouth to let Eddie know how much his act of kindness meant to you.

At the end of the day, you paced back in forth by Eddie’s van in the parking lot as you waited for him. You bit your nails and went over the speech you prepared for him in your head. Then you heard a familiar laugh approaching you and snapped your head up towards the sound. It was Eddie walking with some of his friends. 

His eyes locked on yours as he said goodbye to them, then he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and stuck one between his lips as he approached you. 

You smiled as warmly as you could at him even though you felt like throwing up.

“Hi,” You said meekly.

He grinned at this, showing all of his teeth as he lit the cigarette between them. 

“Hi,” He repeated. “Y/N, right?”

You nodded as you watched him take a drag and turn his head away from you to let the smoke billow out of his mouth. He didn’t take his eyes off of you for even a second.

“Did you need something?” He asked. 

This kind of question would have normally shut you down, but he said it with so much kindness in his tone that it soothed you instead. 

“I… I wanted to thank you. For what you did earlier today. You really didn’t have to do that for me.”

He shrugged and kicked a broken bit of pavement with the toe of his sneaker. 

“I just don’t like when someone goes out of their way to be an asshole to people who don’t deserve it.”

Your cheeks flushed. How did he know that you didn’t deserve it? You had barely uttered more than a single sentence to him. For all he knew, you could be an asshole, too. 

“Well, it really meant a lot to me. So, thank you.”

“It’s no big deal. You could have handled him yourself. I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Did… did you get in a lot of trouble?”

“No more than usual,” He chuckled, but this admission made you wince.

“I’m so sorry. It’s not fair that you took all of the heat for it.”

“Really, it’s okay. Don’t feel bad. I’m used to it. Besides, I owed you. Remember?”

He flicked his cigarette then held it up to help jog your memory. You had almost forgotten about your exchange at the general store nearly two years ago. You were stunned that he even remembered. 

He returned the cigarette to his lips as you searched your brain for something more to say to him. You were coming up empty.

“Okay. Well, thank you again. I’ll let you go,” You sighed and wrapped your arms around yourself as you began to walk away.

“Wait,” He called to you and put a hand on your shoulder to stop you. Your eyes widened at his touch and he pulled it away quickly. He exhaled loudly and threw his cigarette to the ground to stomp it out, then rubbed his lower lip with his thumb as he tried to choose his words carefully. 

“Look, I know this is probably a long shot, but I have this thing tonight. We call ourselves The Hellfire Club. We play, uh… D&D. You ever heard of it?” He squinted like it was painful to admit this to you, and awaited your response.  

“Sure. The kid I watch sometimes, Will Byers, plays it with his friends. He explained it a little to me. Sounds kind of fun.”

He let out a breath so deep that you could see it in his chest. He was fully expecting you to make fun of him, and was relieved when you didn’t. 

“Awesome. Great. Well, we’re always looking for new members. So, if you wanted to come hang out tonight, that would be cool. I mean, it’s fine if you can’t. I know it’s last minute.”

“I’d love to,” You replied so quickly that it surprised yourself as well as him. 

“Okay. Cool. We meet in the drama prop room - super fancy, I know. We usually start at eight.”

“Sounds good. Thank you for the invite.”

Your pulse was buzzing loudly in your ears as your heart raced, but you were trying to stay as visibly calm and collected as humanly possible. He was looking straight at you now, eyeing you up and down unabashedly, and you wanted to melt into the pavement. 

“See you there,” He said with a grin and turned on his heel to get into his van. You waved at him lamely and watched him drive away as your stomach churned with instant regret. You hadn’t really thought through the consequences of agreeing to go.

What if the other members of the club wouldn’t want you there? What if you couldn’t figure out how to play and everyone got annoyed with you? What would you tell your parents you were doing instead? 

When you brought D&D up to your mother one night after you had hung out with Will, she was horrified. She knew you had a penchant for fairy tales and make believe, especially as a kid, and was constantly worried that if she let you delve into those fantasies that you would lose your ability to function in the real world. Maybe she was right, but her incessant pushing for you to choose practical goals and hobbies didn’t stop you from falling into your daydreams. If anything, it probably pushed you towards them more as an escape. 

All you would have to do is tell your mother that you would be at some sporting event. Was it basketball season? No. It was football season. You would tell her you would be at a football game. She would buy that, right?

You let out a deep breath as you continued to reassure yourself that everything would be okay.

Eddie Munson had asked you, specifically, to come hang out with him on a Friday night after all of these years. Maybe it wasn’t too late to get to know him, after all. 

Surely, that was cause for celebration. 

Later that evening, just before dinnertime, you got a phone call from Max. As soon as she started speaking, you could tell that something was wrong. 

“Max? What happened?” You asked her, panicked. You could hear her breathing getting shallower as she was trying to fight back tears. 

“Can you just come get me? Please?”

You agreed right away and told your parents that you were going to the football game like you had planned, but that you were leaving a little earlier so you could find good seats and have time to get concessions. You were impressed by how easily you could lie in a crisis. They bought it and handed you the keys to their car.

Why they would believe that you of all people would go to a football game by yourself, you would never know. Maybe because they were hoping that you were finally fitting in with your peers the way they wished you would. Whatever it was, you were grateful for the miracle. 

As soon as you pulled up to Max’s house, she was already swinging open her front door and marching towards your car. 

“Are you okay?” You asked as you watched her get in and buckle her seatbelt.

“Just drive,” She muttered.

“Where do you want me to-”

“Doesn’t matter. Just anywhere but here.”

You didn’t push any further. You just put the car in reverse and backed out of her driveway, heading nowhere in particular. 

Since you hadn’t eaten dinner, you eventually decided to pull into McDonald’s and get the two of you a couple of Big Macs and fries to share. Max must have been hungry, too, because she didn’t object to this. You pulled into a parking spot and reached into the bag to hand one of them to her. She took it and immediately started eating. 

You watched her for a moment and then decided to try to talk to her again.

“So, are you going to tell me what’s going on, or are we just going to eat here in silence until I take you home again? Because if so, that’s fine, but I would still like to know.”

She finished her last bite and crumpled up the wrapper in her fist. 

“It’s just school. It sucks. And Billy’s a total asshole,” She mumbled as she chewed.

“Right. I’m sorry. Did something specific happen though? You sounded pretty upset on the phone.”

She swallowed and averted her eyes from you.

“He said something really awful to me. About my friend, Lucas.”

“What did he say?”

“He told me to stay away from him. He said, ‘Max, there are certain types of people you stay away from, and that kid is one of them.’”

You were stunned. You were aware that Billy was a piece of shit, but you didn’t know that he was also a racist piece of shit. You knew who Lucas Sinclair was, and he was one of the sweetest, kindest kids you had ever met. There was no other reason why Billy would make Max stay away from him. Your stomach churned. 

“Jesus Christ,” Was all you could bring yourself to say. 

“He threatened me, too. Grabbed my wrist really hard. It just freaked me out, I guess.”

You squeezed your eyes shut. You had never hated somebody more than you hated Billy Hargrove. 

“Of course it did. I’m so sorry, Max. Maybe I could talk to your mom? Let her know how bad it really is?”

“My mom knows how he is. How he treats me. She doesn’t give a shit. His asshole dad is the exact same. She just lets him push her around, and Billy, too.”

You shook your head.

“Well, if there’s anything I can do at all, please let me know.”

“You can pass me the fries.”

You smiled and happily handed them over. You felt so powerless. If you could have kicked Billy’s ass, you would have gladly driven over to her house and did it right then and there. But you hoped that giving her a safe space to vent was helpful, too. It was all you could really offer her. Well, that, and comfort food.

“What about school? What happened there? Maybe I could help you with that.”

“I don’t think so. It’s just these boys I’ve been hanging out with. They treat me like shit. One second they want me in their party and the next they’re keeping secrets from me.”

“Their ‘party?’” You asked with an eyebrow raised. “Are you talking about Will Byers and his friends?”

“Yeah. Will, Lucas, Mike, and Dustin. They keep talking about this girl El and all of this mysterious shit that happened to Will. But they won’t actually let me in on any of it.” 

“El? Who’s El?”

“I don’t know. But they had a meeting at school today and Mike wouldn’t even let me join. Dustin found this weird slug-thing and ever since they’ve been acting so weird. I’m so over it.”

Okay… So maybe you couldn’t help her with her school problems, either. All of that sounded pretty complicated and odd to you, but you did have a little bit of insight on what happened to Will. Not the whole story, obviously, but bits and pieces you had picked up from Joyce and Jonathan.

“Well, do you know anything about what happened to Will?” You asked.

“Yeah, kind of. Lucas told me he went missing and they thought he was dead. That some other kid drowned at the quarry and the police thought it was Will. He told me not to ask Will about it, though, because he’s having a hard time dealing with it.”

That last part was true. Will had pretty much stopped talking to you whenever you went over to watch him. The light he had inside of him seemed to have gone out. He didn’t want to share his drawings with you or talk about D&D or his friends. All he wanted to do was sit alone in his room. But you supposed this was an expected response after going through something so traumatic. You sighed. 

“Maybe they’re all just trying to help him out and keep his business private. I know it’s not fun being on the outside, believe me, but sometimes people just need their space to deal with things. I’m sure they do want to be your friend, they just don’t know how much to tell you yet.”

“How much to tell me? So you think there’s more we don’t know?”

You blew a puff of air out of your lips. You hadn’t intended to peak her interest more. You had heard some pretty bizarre things from Joyce at the store and in her home, but you weren’t sure you should give any of that information out. 

“I don’t know, Max. Maybe. It was a pretty wild ordeal. Lots of stuff about it didn’t make sense. I mean, I’ve never even heard about whoever this El person is before now.”

“What didn’t make sense?”

“Max, I really don’t think this is any of our business…”

“Come on. If you know something, you have to tell me. You said you wanted to help me. This is how you can help me.”

You rubbed your eyes and took a deep breath, full of regret for opening your mouth. But she was looking at you with puppy-dog eyes, silently begging to be let in on whatever secrets you knew, desperate for any scrap you could give her. At least this would serve as a distraction from her problems at home, right? How much could it really hurt?

“Okay, okay, fine. All I know is that the other kid that supposedly drowned was… completely made up somehow. There’s a laboratory on the edge of town, government-owned, that had something to do with it. They’re covering something up.”

Her mouth fell open in awe. She was clearly excited by this new bit of information, but it had always disturbed you since the moment you overheard Joyce talking to Chief Hopper about it. Max opened her mouth to pepper you with questions, but you put your hand up and tried your best to beat her to it. 

“I don’t know why they did it, and I don’t want to know, okay? You’ll have to figure that out yourself if you’re really that interested. But do NOT, bring it up to Will, alright? Or Mike either, for that matter. They don’t need to worry about it right now. Promise me?”

She pressed her lips shut and nodded in agreement.

“Okay. I promise.”

You snatched a fry from her and chewed it as you stared out the windshield and she processed this new information. Then she looked at you out of the corner of her eyes.

“Wait, you’re not messing with me, are you?”

You thought about lying and telling her that it was actually a prank to spare her, but decided against it. She would probably find out the truth eventually, anyways, if she really was friends with the boys. 

“No. I wish I was, but no.”

“Shit,” She muttered, shaking her head with a giant smile on her face. Her grin looked out of place next to your weary scowl.

“Yeah. ‘Shit’ is right. Welcome to Hawkins.”

After a couple of hours, you dropped Max back off at her house. You stayed parked on the street for a while to make sure she was safe, then pulled away when the house remained quiet.

It wasn’t until you were on your way home that you let yourself remember your plans to join The Hellfire Club that night. There was no question in your mind that agreeing to be there for Max was the correct choice, but a pit of anxiety and devastation grew in your stomach nonetheless. Hopefully, you would be able to gather the courage to explain the situation to Eddie on Monday and he would understand, but you couldn’t ignore the gnawing feeling that you had blown your final chance with him.  To be continued...

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie x reader #steve harrington #steve x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #fem!reader #imagine #x y/n #fanfic #fanfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things reader insert #reader insert #fan fiction #stranger things fanfiction #max mayfield #billy hargrove #lucas sinclair #joyce byers #will byers #jonathan byers #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #chief hopper #nancy wheeler

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if it's possible could you please rec your favourite bungou stray dogs fics??

OH MY GOD YES THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING ABSOLUTELY I WILL

update now that i've finally finished compiling them: this was so fun to do but a nightmare to choose (there are too many good fics) - thank you so much anon for asking it was so nice to go through my bookmarks again!!! but these are only a few of some of my favourite bsd fics.

i've got 25 here (i'll need to put them underneath a read more it's so so long omg) but if you'd like anymore, my primary blog is the same as my ao3 username and i have a lot of bookmarks there!!! they're all wonderful and i'd recommend all of them. anyways, i hope you enjoy!!

(side note: i tried to post this before the latest and last bsd episode came out and i hope i made it just in time)

And if I'm blinded, will my eyes become the planets? by Yui_Kuromori (5k) - not rated

- I need to leave for a few weeks.

He tells the president in a particularly sunny afternoon. There, with the sunlight filtering through the window, the man’s hair seems to glow golden, and the lines on his face are even more pronounced. Atsushi swallows nervously and does his best not to back off. He looks up, and meets Fukuzawa’s somber eyes and feels a bit of sweat trickle down his neck.

The president sighs and closes his eyes for a second. Runs his hands through his hair, and Atsushi already feels bad about all the problems he’s causing the man. He’s about to apologize, really, when Fukuzawa pronounces tiredly.

- I understand.

They leave to get to know themselves.

( the soft whimsical road trip AU no one asked for)

I am genuinely so in love with this fic you don’t even understand - i find it really quiet and comforting. DEFINITELY underrated - it’s one of the fics i’ll always recommend

TIP: read in the middle of the night before you go to bed!! i’ve read it so many times and this personally was my favourite time to read it

yokohama bay hotel by spirallings (9k) - teen

Ryuunosuke started his channel, originally, as a means to make his sister smile and laugh when they lived in that oppressive house. It grew far beyond that and allowed them to escape, and now it's his means of income: but he has always kept a tight lid on his privacy, separating his personal life from the persona he puts on YouTube and social media accounts.

While struggling to come up with ideas, he clicks on a video on his recommended feed and it leads him to the work of a reclusive musician under the penname Byakko Chain. All Ryuunosuke knows about him at first is his singing voice, his hands, and his guitar.

And those walls come tumbling down.

this fic i think is one i didn't expect to love as much as i did - i actually just reread it, but the comment i wrote before was that i didn't remember what happened in the fic, i just clearly remember how much i loved it - the first half was amazing but it's definitely the second half that ties it altogether

also i think the way the author writes makes it so easy to imagine - like,, the imagery isn't overdone but you can kinda see what it's like and it's so sweet (it actually reminds me of one of my favourite study with me's set in yokohama - also a rec!!)

TIP: id just say somewhere quiet where you can listen to music - i could easily read it during the day but i just prefer comforting fics late at night cause they make me feel like when i wake up i can actually live out what happens in the fic (obviously i can't but it's nice to dream)

An Awkward Encounter by SapphireSunstone (4k) - teen

Imagine you're trying to leave your secret boyfriend's place only to be met with your co-worker who is also trying to leave his secret boyfriend's place and in the middle of arguing you see your secret boyfriend's co-worker and you see a glimpse of his secret-boyfriend.

OR

Chuuya and Akutagawa's walks of shame seem to follow a similar path.

fluff and crack, what else could you ask for? side note: it also reminded me of a post i saw a while back by @hoshiumiumi (please look at their latest poe art it’s so pretty!!)

TIP: no tip, read whenever!!! might smile though so don’t read in front of your parents/friends if they’re the type of people who ask ‘oh what are you smiling at? are you texting someone?’and you don’t wanna tell them that you read fanfic

Into Your World by leedonghyucks (110k) - teen

A case gone wrong had caused Atsushi and Akutagawa to be transported to an unknown universe set 200 years into the future, where Abilities (now known as Quirks) were as rampant as ever. The renowned new Double Black have faced many fearsome enemies but can they survive the trials and tribulations of hero high school?

Spoiler alert: Barely.

a bsd and bnha crossover!! i actually remember a few of my screenshots from this - it’s a bit long compared to my other recs so far but very good

TIP: DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE HOMEWORK YOU WILL NOT STOP READING THIS

Plate :( by forest_raccoon (4k) - teen

It's an accident, for once. He was actually following the Official Household Chore Schedule and doing the dishes while Chuuya was out getting groceries. But one of the plates was slipperier than he expected, and as he attempted to dry it, it fumbled just enough out of his grip to crack against the countertop, chipping a bit off the edge.

It isn’t one of Chuuya’s fancy plates. Dazai is fairly certain that Chuuya has no particular attachment to this dish at all, actually. It’s plain white and utilitarian, part of a larger set.

So Dazai can’t explain why he’s frozen in place, rooted to the floor by some welling emotion he can’t quite pinpoint.

(Alternatively: local brilliant strategist has a slight meltdown over small uncontrollable part of everyday life)

by @sensitiveheartless!! a wonderful artist and author - definitely recommend reading other fics of theirs. this one hurt me but it was so good - they also made a comic/drawing for this!!

Interest Check by featherx (12k) - teen

“I read your work in the school paper!”

“O-Oh?” Poe fixes his posture a little, and resists the urge to straighten his ribbon. He knew he should’ve tied it a little tighter than he usually does this morning. “Er… W-What did you think?” If there’s anything he takes pride in, it’s his writing; most people are turned off easily by the horror themes he likes to use so much, but on the occasion someone does appreciate them, it gives him a feeling not unlike butterflies in his stomach. If Ranpo, of all people, is the latter…

“I figured out who the murderer was in two paragraphs,” Ranpo says, holding up two fingers, like he really needs to drive the nail in deeper.

—Or, Poe writes a whole musical in an effort to impress Ranpo.

this one i recently read and fell in love with it was so adorable!!! they're both ridiculous and i love them for it <333

life's like an hourglass, glued to the table by ephemerality (2k) - teen

Outside, there are sirens.

"I called the police," the helpful cashier announces from the storage room.

very hilarious - imagining what is going on in this fic may or may not make you wheeze - it definitely made me wheeze

playing the hero by FallenNiji (118k) - teen

“How’s U.A.? Does it live up to the general public’s expectations?” Ranpo, walking with his hands crossed behind his head, wondered.

“I literally witnessed an attempted murder, discrimination, bullying and experienced a Villain attack in the first month here, Ranpo-senpai,” Kyouka deadpanned.

“Is that a yes?”

(or: izumi kyouka, reformed assassin turned detective, infiltrates u.a. and more or less willingly surrounds herself with well-known pro-heroes and other such law-abiding citizens. what could possibly go wrong?)

i will admit that i can't remember much about this fic apart from i love the character interactions as well as the characterisations and i'm always looking forward to reading the new chapter - i've also posted a lot of screenshots from this fic if yall want like a taste or something

I Was Screaming Your Name Through The Radio by ElectricSplatter (256k) - mature

“Four months from now will be the seven year anniversary of when you and Osamu Dazai released your hugely successful first and only album Double Black and its diamond single Corruption. After performing with Dazai earlier this year, are you planning anything special to celebrate?”

“Corruption is insanely overrated, and I would prefer to never hear Dazai’s voice for the rest of my fucking life.”

i don't think i can bring myself to go through the pain this fic put me in again but it's really really popular for a very good reason - you definitely have to read it at least once

O expectations, stale and dismal airs, leave this body of mine! by aptlydapper (20k) - teen

Apparently, Chuuya has a signature(s).

Apparently, removing that signature(s) renders Chuuya basically unrecognizable.

Apparently, this works on everyone.

Chuuya would have liked to know this before getting accidentally recruited.

this one is WONDERFUL - i love the story in general it's such a cool concept and it's such a cool ada chuuya au - please read it at least once

love at first sight: coffee shop edition by setosdarkness (2k) - teen

Dazai and Chuuya get stuck in the rain, and end up sharing the only available table at a busy coffee shop.

[or, plot twists in my meet-cute coffee shop AU? it’s more likely than you think]

literally anything by setosdarkness is good - they're a complete icon - one of the backbones of the bsd fandom. i won't spoil it but it was very good - also recommend all 951 (!!!!!) fics of theirs

S(he) Came In Through the Bathroom Window by PocketsizedDinosaur (2k) - teen

Atsushi deals with Akutagawa's unusual (and inconvenient) habit of not using the door.

i don't really remember what happens in this fic but i remember loving it very much and that it also hurt me very much - double hit but perfect

360 degrees by setosdarkness (11k) - teen

Chuuya gets cursed by an Ability that forces him to eternally live out his biggest regret. Unlike the other victims who end up killing themselves or hurting others, Chuuya goes into a coma.

For his biggest regret is—

[groundhog day AU with a twist, where Chuuya relives the day Dazai leaves the Port Mafia over and over and over and over—]

OH MY GOD I LOVED THIS SO SO MUCH I READ IT LIKE A YEAR AGO BUT IT WAS SO GOOD

The Next Day by psychodaog (10k) - general

Atsushi wakes up in filthy rags and dried blood. He remembers the cage so vividly and it feels real.

It looks like the place he used to call "home".

(Atsushi travels back in time AU)

a WONDERFUL atsushi travels back in time au - i need to read more of these!! if anyone has some recs please send them in!!!

Striped by AliceinHyruleBastion (8k) - teen

Atsushi found his soulmate. No big deal. Until he comes into work one day with soulmarks on his face and the office demands an explanation.

SSKK soulmate AU shenanigans with a dash of battle, sass, and angst on the side!

sskk soulmate au!! so so wonderful - i also loved part 2

pull the trigger tighter and watch our distances explode by niwakaame (oolongteas) (8k) - teen

The world looks like a big spider's web, colorful, and bright and full of light.

In which Nakajima Atsushi sees the strings of fate, and beyond that.

i forgot to bookmark this and looked for it for AGES it was absolutely amazing i loved it

You're All I ever Wanted by iheartryuu (2k) - teen

“Chuuya,” Dazai mumbles, nudging the side of his face into his partner's neck. The redhead doesn’t move, doesn’t talk. He doesn’t make a single sound. He just needs this moment to last. He doesn’t want to face what will happen when he lets go and is forced to look into Dazai’s face.

“Chuuya.” Dazai speaks with a gentle voice. “Break my chains.” Chuuya shakes his head. He rests his forehead against Dazai’s shoulder. The brunette sighs, taking a gulp. His next words almost come out as a desperate whisper. “Break my chains so I can hug you back.”

Chuuya feels his throat tighten. He didn’t expect his partner to say that. So he shakes his head once again. His voice fans against Daza’s ear, sounding smooth. “If I let you hug me back, I don’t think I’d ever be able to let go.”

— aka, what should've happened when they met again for the first time in four years.

i think this nearly made me cry - or actually did - it was so so good

The Weretiger's New Houseguest by xxSoliusxx (31k) - teen

After a misunderstanding and surveillance tape proof, Akutagawa is faced with the daunting threat of the Port Mafia. He finds himself wounded in the pouring rain, standing on Atsushi's doorstep.

i only remember some parts of this very clearly but i remember it was all wonderful!!!

Dazai Undercover by Bibliophile109 (6k) - teen

“I thought the new employee was recommended by the Special Abilities Department,” Kunikida says weakly.

The man waves his hand carelessly. “Yes, yes, Father knows someone there, it’s all very convenient. Say, would you happen to know when the lunch break is?”

-

Dazai puts a bit more effort into hiding his Mafia background from the ADA, and ends up pretending to be a spoiled rich kid.

ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS - I JUST REALISED I FORGOT TO SUBSCRIBE AND IT HAS NEW CHAPTERS IM GONNA READ IT THE SECOND I FINISH THIS LIST

to build a home by lonelydoctors (5k) - general

”You have got to stop looking so shocked every time I visit, Poe-kun,” Ranpo says with a grin.

“N–no, but…I thought–I guess I just–“ Poe takes a deep breath and starts again, “I thought the Agency is supposed to be on a work trip in Shinagawa today. How did you even get here by yourself?”

Ranpo straightens his posture and shrugs casually, “Why, I took the train of course, Poe-kun.”

“You what?”

this one was SO adorable - according to my bookmarks i wrote "my GOD they own MY ENTIRE HEART"

This Color Ain't It by justcallmedude (108k) - not rated

“President, I understand Tanizaki, but Kenji?” Kunikida looked about ready to snap his pen in half as he, along with most of the people in the room, stared at their head. “Kenji’s methods are anything but ideal for an undercover mission! Please reconsider!”

“It is true that Kenji’s way of handling cases is unusual,” Fukuzawa agreed. “However, it is because of his ability to talk to people that I feel comfortable assigning him as our undercover agent with Tanizaki.”

- - -

Kenji Miyazawa is the ADA's naive detective given his possibly most difficult task to date: infiltrate UA and find the student spy before the heroes become aware that there is a traitor amongst them.

earlier in this post i included a kyouka goes to ua au, this one's a kenji goes to ua au and i loved them both very much!! i love kenji's characterisation in this it's so cool

Kiss My Wounds by bloodyinspiring (62k) - teen

The mafioso inhaled deeply, chewing the inside of his lip as he formulated his thoughts together before speaking, and looked the detective in the eyes. Gin told him to go for it, and when push comes to shove, bribe the guy. But money might not fix this if he mortified himself for eternity to come when he uttered the words...

“Marry me.” ~

A lot can happen within the three months of summer... Some people get the dream job they wanted, some graduate from school, and maybe others take on a new hobby with all the excess downtime they received (or thrown in jail like Dazai).

In Atsushi's case, he didn't expect to be proposed into a fake marriage with the one and only: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

(Occasionally on hiatus due to university but ongoing!)

THIS WAS SO GOOD OH MY GOD I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY BUT IT'S DEFINITELY ONE OF MY FAVOURITES

pull out your pen and write down your memory by Seito (75k) - teen

Instantly three things occurred to Shirusu.

First, fuck, this was the world of Bungou Stray Dogs. Second, given the appearance of Dazai Osamu standing in front of her, she had landed some time relatively close to the Dark Era. And third, these words slipped out before she could stop them.

“You’re asking me out on a date?! But you don’t even like women?!” Shirusu blurted out.

And Dazai blinked back at her in surprise.

Ah fuck.

im a sucker for isekai sometimes and this is one of my favourite ones

ataraxis by lurochu (46k) - teen

For the first time in his life, Chuuya wished Dazai was there. With one touch, he could quiet Arahabaki and give Chuuya peace of mind, peace of mind that Chuuya desperately craved. But that bastard never was there when he needed him anyways.

Chuuya's slowly killing himself and Dazai's half to blame. (discontinued)

as you can see in the summary this one's unfortunately discontinued but i remember reading and loving this so much

All hail our lord and savior Chuuya Nakahara by BlowingYourMind

a series with just a lot of chuuya fics and they're all wonderful! my personal favourites are Let me help you - His dark eyes got a little lighter - Baby Executive - The worth of a subordinate in Chuuya Nakahara's eyes - Yokohama public High School- almost as crazy as their pep rallies - Learning experiences - Chuuya Nakahara's issue with Black Coffee - "You stole my wisdom?!", and Don't break the honeycomb. although these are just the ones that i've read recently or remember really well!! i think all of the fics in this series are worth reading

#live review: there’s a noise outside my window that sounds like a crossover between a horse and a chicken and it’s so loud im going to die #update: i just heard the most ‘i don’t laugh cause my laugh sounds stupid’ laugh from like a bird or something #it was the most HEHEHEHE in a scratchy voice thing #note - like one week after i started this: I'M SO SORRY I'VE BEEN STRUGGLING TO WORK OUT WHAT TO PUT ON THIS WITHOUT MAKING IT TOO LONG #im trying to get it out before (my) 12oclock so i can get it out before the new bsd episode (for me it comes out at 1am) #bsd fic recs #fic recs #replies #anonymous #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs fics

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Caught Somewhere in Time- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader Part 13/?

Summary: You end up in the 80s, 20 years earlier than it should be luckily a certain metalhead is about to make your time in the 80s much easier. Words: 2.2k Warnings: Suggestive themes but no actual sex.

Part 12 Part 14

Masterlist

Author’s Note: I’m finally updating again! I’ve ended up cutting Season 3 into two parts so this is only half of it but I’m doing NaNoWriMo so the next part will be out soon!

30th June 1985

‘Do you speak Russian?’ Steve asks as you arrive at Scoops’ Ahoy. You had taken to visiting him during your lunch breaks from work which is what you were currently doing.

‘Why the hell would I speak Russian?’ You ask, looking at him with confusion.

‘I don’t know, maybe they taught you in the lab.’ 

‘Let’s not talk about that place. Why are you asking anyway?’ 

‘Dustin accidentally tuned into a Russian broadcast so we’re trying to figure out what it says.’ 

‘Great you’ve managed to get a broadcast of someone’s shopping list.’ You reply sarcastically.

‘You don’t know that.’ 

‘Whatever I’ll try to help.’ You say pushing past him and heading into the back room. You sit down at the table, greeting Robin and Dustin before trying to help them decode the message.

You have to leave before the message is fully decoded due to your lunch break being over but you head back down after your shift, helping to decode the message. Once the message had been translated the four of you left. You listened to the three of them argue about the message being in code until Steve stopped digging through his pockets for change.

‘What are you doing?’ Robin asked him.

‘It’s a quarter. I need- do you have a quarter?’ Steve asked, still looking through his pockets.

‘Are you sure you’re tall enough for that ride?’ You laugh at Robin’s comment.

‘Quarter!’ Steve yells and Robin tosses one to him. He puts it into the machine and the ride starts up. 

‘You need help getting up, little Stevie?’ Steve shushes Robin and you listen closely to the song.

‘Oh my god.’ You say realising what the music is. 

‘Holy shit. The music!’ Dustin yells pulling off his backpack and grabbing the recorder, playing the recording.

‘I don’t understand.’ Robin said confused.

‘It’s the exact same song on the recording.’ Dustin points out as you listen to the song.

‘Maybe they have horses like this in Russia.’

‘Indiana Flyer? I don’t think so. This code, it didn’t come from Russia. It came from here.’ 

‘And how do you know it didn’t come from one of the thousands of other malls in America?’ You point out, still sceptical.

‘Look trust me. It’s from here.’ Steve said as the four of you walk out of the mall.  

‘How can you be certain though?’ Robin asks.

‘I’m with Harrington on this one.’ Dustin said as you arrive at his and Robin’s bikes. 

‘Thank you. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.’ Steve said as Robin and Dustin get on their bikes while you and Steve walk towards your cars.

‘So how did you even get this recording?’ You ask Steve.

‘Dustin got it while trying to talk to his girlfriend.’ 

‘Dustin has a girlfriend?’ You ask confused.

‘She lives in Utah.’ Steve said giving you a look.

‘Ah, so she’s not real, got it.’ You nod your head. ‘Speaking of girlfriends, when are you going to ask Robin on a date.’ 

‘Never, I don’t like Robin that way.’ You roll your eyes at his denial.

‘First of all, you so clearly do. Second, why wouldn’t you like her? She’s funny, cool, good-looking, smart.’

‘Okay, it sounds like you want to date her.’ 

‘I have a boyfriend, but seriously you should consider asking her out.’ You shrug as you reach your car. 

‘Yeah never going to happen. I’ll see you later though.’ You waved bye to him as you climb into your car heading towards your trailer. 

When you arrive at your trailer you see the light is on and realise Eddie must be inside. You walk inside to see Eddie sitting on your couch, watching tv.

‘Hey, you’re home late.’ He frowns, standing up as you drop your bag on the floor and shrug off your coat.

‘Yeah, I was helping Steve with stuff.’ You say wrapping your arms around him and giving him a quick kiss. 

‘Okay, well I made you some dinner. It’s in the oven.’ 

‘God, I’m so hungry. I love you so much.’ You groan as you kiss him again, before removing your arms from around him and walking over to the oven.

‘Oh, so you only love me because I made you food.’ He jokes.

‘Yep, you’re an amazing housewife. Making me food after a long, hard day at work.’ You joke as you pull the hot plate out of the oven.

‘You know I’ve also been working right?’ Eddie said as you sat down at the counter to eat your dinner.

‘I know and thanks for helping me out.’ You smile at him.

‘That’s what we do. You help me, I help you. I’m pretty sure that’s the point of a relationship.’ He says wrapping his arms around you from behind.

‘I love you, Edward Munson.’ You say leaning your head back on his shoulder.

‘I love you too, Y/N L/N.’ He places a kiss on your forehead, resting his head on yours, his eyes filled with love for you. 

2nd July 1985

A few days later and you were sitting on your bed with Eddie, smoking a cigarette. Both of you were in your underwear due to the heat in your trailer. Neither you nor Eddie had air conditioning so with the summer heat you were both struggling. Your record player was playing quietly in the background but neither of you were really paying attention to it. Eddie reached over, wrapping his arms around you but you pushed him off.

‘Eddie, babe, it’s way too hot right now and you’re all sweaty.’ You groan. 

‘But I love you so much.’ He said, wrapping his arms around and squeezing you against him.

‘Urgh, get off me.’ You said, struggling against him. He relented and let you go as you placed a kiss on his shoulder pulling away.

‘You know maybe if we both chip in we can buy an air conditioner for one of our places.’ He said, lighting up a cigarette.

‘Yeah, with our wages we should have the money by August… 1999.’ You reply sarcastically.

‘Hey, come on. We won’t be living here in then, we plan on moving out of Hawkins when we both graduate.’ 

‘Which will be this year, right?’ 

‘Yeah, I was obviously just waiting for you to also be a senior.’ He grinned at you and you rolled your eyes.

‘You were waiting until you could copy my answers you mean?’ 

‘I like to think of it more as helping the love of your life.’

‘Who said you’re the love of my life?’ You joke, making Eddie pout at you.

‘Wow, and I was about to ask if you wanted to go to the carnival on the 4th after work.’ Eddie said, dramatically standing up.

‘I’m kidding, I love you.’ You say moving to wrap your arms around your waist. ‘Besides I have no choice but to be with you forever, you branded me.’ You point down at your ankle.

‘Fine, I guess I can still take you.’ He sighed dramatically before flopping down on the bed on top of you.

‘And you’ll win me one of those big stuffed teddies?’ You ask looking up at him.

‘You actually want one of those?’

‘Yes, Edward, sometimes I can be a stereotypical girl.’ 

‘Wait, you’re a girl?’ He replies in mock shock.

‘I hate you.’ You pout.

‘No, you don’t.’ He said leaning in to kiss you. At first, you didn’t kiss him back, pretending to be upset but he kept pressing kisses to your lips until you started smiling and kissed him back. His hand when to your bare waist and you wrapped your hands around his neck, about to deepen the kiss when the phone rang. You let out a groan as Eddie got off of you, laughing slightly. You stomp your way through to the living area and pick up the phone.

‘Hello.’ You asked, pissed off.

‘Hey.’ Steve said on the other end of the phone. ‘Remember that whole Russian thing, well we need your help with breaking into their base.’

‘Absolutely not, Steve. That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard and besides, I’m busy.’

‘Making out with Munson does not count as busy and we’re doing it with or without your help.’

‘Okay, enjoy doing it without my help.’ You say going to put the phone down.

‘No, no, no. Please we need your help.’

‘Well, I have no way of getting to the mall, my car’s broken down.’ You say pulling the phone back to your ear.

‘I can give you a ride.’ Eddie said poking his head out of the bedroom as you glare at him.

‘I heard that. I’ll see you ASAP.’ Steve hung up the phone before you could protest more.

‘Why did you have to say that?’ You groaned, pushing past him to get into the bedroom and grabbing your shorts and a t-shirt, pulling them on.

‘I figured he wouldn’t stop asking and the quicker you go, the quicker you’ll be back.’ Eddie said, also pulling on some clothes.

‘But I don’t want to go at all.’ You pout as you slide on your boots.

‘I can come with you if you want.’ Eddie said kissing the side of your head.

‘No, it’s alright. You can just come back and I’ll get Steve to give me a ride home.’ You say leaning against him. ‘Now, let’s get going.’ You pull away, grabbing your bag and heading out of the

 trailer.

You pull up outside the mall at the same time as Robin who seems to be carrying some sort of documents. You follow her through to the back room of Scoops Ahoy, where she explains the plan, to go through the air vents into the secret room. 

‘Can you fit through the vent?’ Steve said looking at you.

‘No!’ You throw your arms up. 

'Well, I guess it’s got to be you.’ Steve said, looking at Dustin. ‘I’m going to grab a ladder.’ 

Steve comes back with a ladder and unscrews the vent before attempting to push Dustin into the vent but failing.

‘I have an idea.’ Robin said looking between you and Erica who was hitting the bell on the counter as the boys struggled.

‘Please tell me your idea doesn’t involve a 10-year-old.’ You say also looking at Erica.

‘It might.’ Robin smiled at you, before heading out and speaking to Erica.

‘Steve, Dustin, get back down, he’s clearly not fitting.’ You yell at the two of them and they make their way back down the ladder. 

‘Can’t you use your powers on the vent, make it bigger somehow?’ Steve asks you and you look at him bewildered.

‘No, none of my power could do that.’ 

‘Well, what’s even the point of you being here?’

‘I can leave if you want.’ You cross your arms over your chest.

‘Can you two stop, you’re like children.’ Dustin yelled at the two of you and you both mumbled apologies as Robin led Erica through to the back. Erica demanded something in return and the five of you headed out to one of the booths, Robin and Steve serving Erica a large variety of ice cream. Eventually, she agreed and the five of you headed through to the back to make up a plan.

Once, the mall had closed and everything went quiet, you, Steve, Robin and Dustin, all headed out to watch the door while Erica prepared to climb through the vent. You checked through the walkie that Erica was ready and then waited for her to make her way through the vents. 

‘All right, nerds. I’m there.’ You hear through the walkie and you immediately perk up.

‘Do you see anything?’ Robin asks excitedly.

‘Yeah, I see those boring boxes you’re so excited about.’

‘Any guards?’

‘Negative’

‘Booby traps?’

‘If I could see them, they’d be pretty shit traps, wouldn’t they?’ You looked at Steve shocked that she was swearing.

‘Thank you for that.’ Robin replied sarcastically. There was a few moments of silence before the walkie turned back on.

‘I’m in.’ You all heard through the walkie and you sighed in relief, before sneaking your way down. Nobody stopped you as the four of you approached the door which slowly opened to reveal Erica. You head inside and Steve opens up one of the boxes which contain some strange containers. Steve and Dustin argue for a moment before Steve pulls one of the containers out to reveal it’s filled with some sort of green liquid. Before you even have a chance to say anything the room starts shaking, and everyone starts panicking.

‘Y/N, do something use your powers!’ Steve yells at you and you look at him.

‘What the fuck do you want me to do? Set the room on fire?’ You scream back. 

‘What’s the point of having powers if you can’t do shit!’ Steve yells as he slams a button on the wall. Suddenly you all feel the room rapidly drop and realise that it isn’t a room, it’s an elevator and you’re trapped in it.

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[minty-muse]

I think more of wtc tumblr needs to read pandora hearts. Every character is mentally ill and also a meow meow. There is also killing and blood. Although most characters don’t kill but they’re still very fucked up. And they still do bad things. But they’re written like real people and you can find yourself sympathizing with characters you may have initially hated because of how complex and real they are. There should be at least one character you become completely insane about who destroys your life. There’s also mystery and supernatural elements and I’d argue that it’s also heavily psychological although that isn’t listed in its genres for some reason. It’s very much a mindfuck series where you have no idea what’s going to happen next and when it does happen you won’t be ready for it. Everything has a purpose. Things happen for a reason and there are a lot of details you might not notice upon a first reading. And theres angst. So much angst. And it will crush your heart into dust and bits until there is nothing left. Also the art is really pretty and drastically improves over time. The anime isn’t great but you should still listen to the soundtrack because it is very pretty and unique. It has the same composer as madoka so if you’re into that type of music it uses a lot of the same instruments and stuff. A lot of people sleep on the series because it was never very popular and doesn’t get much traction anymore plus the anime is kind of outdated tbh and that’s most people’s only exposure to the series. But I know y’all love deranged characters with complex personalities so just throwing it out there. Also if you’ve seen the case study of vanitas and enjoy it this is by the same author and you should read it.

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Mistletoe- Steve Harrington

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Characters: Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- Christmas Request: 🎄 Can I please request an imagine or oneshot where the reader is shy and nerdy, and she’s in love with Steve Harrington (Stranger Things) and during a Christmas party, they kiss under the mistletoe which Robin finds hilarious because she knows that Steve is in love with the reader too, and the reader and Steve start dating, and exchange Christmas presents. ❄️ Please and thank you!!!

Word Count: 732

Author: Charlotte

You had been friends with Robin since you were knee high and treated her like a sister. The only time you ever slightly questioned your friendship was when she started a friendship with Steve Harrington. Growing up as a quiet bank geek, you could have never imagined that your best friend would befriend someone like Steve but here you were at Steve Harrington’s Christmas party, personally invited. You never thought you’d casually talk to him, even if very awkwardly, but the preteen version of you would be overjoyed that you could somewhat consider your biggest crush as a friend.

Robin had encouraged you to turn up to the party, being the number one cheerleader to you pursuing your crush. You were 100% certain that he would laugh in your face if you ever thought about telling him that you liked him, so instead you stuck to pining from afar. Other than a quick greeting when you arrived earlier in the evening, you had avoided him like the plague and wanted to hide away in some corner until you could drive Robin home.

“Can you get me a drink?” Robin asked.

You raised an eyebrow at her. “Why can’t you get it?”

She clasped her hands together. “Please.”

You let out a sigh before nodding your head.

“What do you want?”

“I think there’s some beer in the fridge in the garage,” she grinned.

You knew she didn’t particularly like beer but if it meant you could avoid the music and waste some time in the garage away from everyone, you weren’t going to argue. As soon as you took a step away from her, Robin sprinted off into the crowd. She could be terribly odd but even for her, that was weird. You made your way to the garage and found the dingy fridge that would hopefully hold the drink you needed for your friend.

Opening the fridge, you perused the contents to try and see what it contained. There wasn’t a whole lot in there, mainly just bottles of alcohol, which was likely the main purpose of the fridge.

“Can you pass me a beer?” A voice from behind the fridge asked.

You recognised the voice way too well. You jumped up to stand properly, seeing Steve peer over the fridge door.

“What?” You squeaked, your brain instantly wiping any thoughts from your mind.

“A beer?”

You nodded your head far quicker than normal, grabbing two bottles.

“I didn’t think you drunk?” He asked as you closed the door.

“I don’t. Robin wanted one.”

Steve cocked an eyebrow at you. “Robin asked me to get a beer for her.”

Before either of you could question what was going on, a laugh from the door caught your attention. Robin was stood in the doorway, looking rather amused with herself.

“Look up,” she grinned.

Both of you did as you were told, seeing a sprig of mistletoe hanging above you, roughly tied there.

“W-what?” You stuttered, your face instantly heating up.

Robin rolled her eyes. “Frankly, I’m sick of the two of you pining after each other and never admitting how you feel. You won’t listen to me that the other likes you back, so maybe you’ll accept it from the mouth of the other and finally kiss and leave me alone.”

“What are you talking about?” You said quickly, defensive and embarrassed.

Robin didn’t say anything more. You glanced towards Steve, expecting him to laugh at you or be offended by the suggestion he could like you, but a fond smile was curled upon his lips.

“You like me?” He asked.

“No!” You stated. “I mean… maybe… no… yes… I don’t know… It’s stupid really.”

Steve shook his head, shrugging his shoulders. “Well, I’ve liked you since freshman year but then you started running out of the room when I entered, so I just assumed you hated me.”

“I don’t hate you, Steve.”

The two of you fell into a moment of silence, just looking into each other’s eyes and smiling, the culmination of your feelings finally coming together.

“Just kiss already,” Robin snapped.

You couldn’t help but laugh awkwardly, being too nervous to make the first move.

Steve moved to cup your cheek in his hand to steady you until he moved in to press his lips to yours, finally ending the years of nerves and panic in a sweet moment.

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[it-happened-one-fic]

On the Floor - Senator Shockwave

Author Notes: This one is a bit different from others I've written. Not only is it my first post to the realm of Transformers fanfiction but it also the first time I have written a Cybertronian reader. Don't worry, the reader is still gender-neutral though! Also, I wrote this fic while listening to "On the Floor" By Jennifer Lopez and Pitbull

Type: Fluff/romantic

Word count: 1252

I frowned slightly at the brightly lit club that all but pulsed with bass from the music within it. Shockwave had said to meet him and Orion here but….

 Well, my friends were nowhere to be seen. Which could mean only one thing. He’d taken Orion in there….

I pushed open the door to see a sea of mechs and femmes swaying to the music. I’d only been there for a few seconds when the beat dropped and their swaying turned to intense dancing to keep up with the song's pace change. 

The entire crowd seemed to pulse with the music, almost like the sound of it had infected them. I dodged at least three inebriated mechs asking for a dance before I spotted them. Shockwave was laughing at Orion, who looked like he desperately wanted to wither up and die. I sighed, smiling slightly at the sight of them. What an odd duo they were. But then sometimes the strangest friendships were the best. 

“Hey,” Orion turned at the sound of my voice, his optics wide as he did so before smiling. “Y/n, you made it.” 

Shockwave spun in his chair, his optics shining brightly as he greeted me with a grin, “Have any trouble finding us?”

 I claimed the seat next to Orion and shook my head at Shockwave’s question, “Well, when you weren’t outside where you said we’d meet, that only left one option.” Shockwave shrugged as Orion started apologizing for them and I laughed. “Don’t worry about it Orion, I found you two after all.” 

The mech nodded, relaxing at my reassurance only to tense up again as Shockwave stood, “Now that you’re here the fun can actually begin.”

 My eyebrows rose and Orion slowly shook his head, “I told you I’d really rather not Shockwave.” I frowned, looking between the two of them in confusion. 

“Rather not what?” Shockwave’s smile grew at my question. 

“Dance of course. What else are we supposed to do here?” I started to shake my head as he approached me, smiling. 

“Come on, it’ll be good to let off some steam.” I glanced over at Orion, hopeful for some support from him but he determinedly avoided meeting my gaze. I looked back towards Shockwave, realizing as soon as I did so that he was going to win this round. He held out his servo playfully and, with a sigh, I took it. 

“Yes!” I ignored his gleeful celebration, instead frowning at his new paint job that I noticed was almost a perfect match to mine.

 “Shockwave….” He glanced over at me in confusion before smiling again as he noticed what I was looking at.

 “Like it? I think it brings out my optics.” I snorted at his words and let him pull me along behind. “Let’s go! You’re not about to renege on your agreement.” 

I snickered at his words, “My agreement?” He frowned at me as we navigated the horde of people, “It’ll be good for you.”

 I quirked an eyebrow at him, immediately calling him out on his crap. “For me? I think we both know who really needs to relax, Senator.” 

His optics narrowed as I emphasized his title, “I told you not to call me that.” I tilted my head at him as we both stepped out of the way, narrowly dodging one very excited couple.

 “Why not? It is what you are after all,” I grinned at him, waiting for him to react to my teasing.

He rolled his optics before grabbing my servo and hauling me out into the middle of the fray, “I brought you and Orion here to relax, not to argue titles.” His optics glimmered as he turned to face me. “Now, let’s dance.” 

A tiny part of me wanted to resist but his smile paired with the pounding beat was too much to hold out against, “Fine.”

I laughed at him as we both moved rhythmically, weaving in and out of the couples and single dancers. Before long it had almost become a game. Avoid each other without getting too close, lest you get grabbed. It was a lot like our relationship overall. 

Playful and teasing but always cautious. He was easy to keep track of, his paint job made him stand out in any crowd, including this one. Watching his head swivel as he tried to keep an optic on me and my position was hilarious though. I spun behind a taller couple, wondering what he would do if he couldn’t see me. I giggled quietly about my deviousness. He was so expressive that doing such childish things to see his reaction was amusing. At least until he caught on… 

My optics widened as he whirled by me, grinning in a way that let me know I’d never given him the slip. I had to slide to the side to avoid his arm reaching out towards me.

 It typically was him that made the move. Reaching out towards me like he often did in an attempt to get a better hold on me. To keep me from slipping away from him. 

He pouted slightly as his servo caught only empty air but recovered quickly. Pursuing me relentlessly across the dance floor and leaving a trail of abandoned dance partners in his wake. But then I was no better. 

I didn’t know how many mechs I’d danced with before slipping away from them to continue my evasion tactics. I frowned slightly as I got spun around by yet another soon to be abandoned dance partner and lost sight of him. Just moments ago I’d been thinking about how easy he was to keep track of and now he'd disappeared.

 Disappeared like I so often feared he would. Being senator had its risks, one of the lesser ones being the burnout that he was currently fighting off. I knew exactly why he’d come in here when our plan had actually been to simply meet up and chat. He’d likely had a senate meeting today and was trying to shake off his irritation. I spun away from my partner, knowing exactly how to get him to appear. I danced by myself, baiting him out into the opening.

It wasn’t long before he emerged just like I knew he would. I could see him just out of my peripheral vision, taking advantage of the opening I’d left him with a glimmer in his optics. I pretended not to see him, swaying happily by myself till I suddenly found myself wondering…. What would it be like to just let him catch me?

 It had been a long time since I’d had that thought but this time it didn’t fade, instead it remained and taunted me. I spun, almost instinctively evading him only to collide into an arm on my other side. I turned, ready to greet my newest dance partner only to see his smiling face. My optics widened at the sight of him and his grin grew, “Caught you.”

I was briefly flabbergasted enough that I let him steer me around the room before I snapped back to attention. “But, I thought you…” I trailed off in confusion, trying to figure out how he’d gotten from one side to my other so quickly.

 He winked playfully at me, “I guess I’m just faster than you thought.” I smiled slightly, oddly content despite the fact I’d lost our little game. Perhaps this wasn’t so bad…. Perhaps letting him catch me was the right decision after all.

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