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thebisexualdogdad · 10 months

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fic where Maddy Perez falls for East highlands resident bad boy and they hook up after a group project

Maddy Perez x Male!reader

Maddy certainly wasn't the only person in school to have a thing for you, in fact you had already made your way through most of the cheerleading squad but unlike them Maddy refused to let you know she was insanely attracted to you.

"Looking good Perez, when are you going to let me take you out," you asked her one day in history class when she was wearing her cheer uniform for that night's football game.

"Never gonna happen Y/N," she said rolling her eyes but really she was imagining how good your head would look underneath her skirt.

Then there was that time at a party when you surprised everyone by actually showing up.

"What are you doing here? Don't you prefer getting drunk on cheap beer behind the liquor store," Maddy jokes, finding you in the kitchen as you start drinking some very expensive whisky directly from the bottle.

"Maybe I just wanted to see you," you say, offering her the whisky, "you look hot by the way."

Maddy quickly grabs the bottle and chugs some of it hoping to hide the blush forming on her cheeks, "too bad I'm not interested in letting you get in my pants but I'm sure you'll find someone else to get lucky with."

"You're breaking my heart Perez," you say playfully.

"Didn't know you had one," she cracks.

"If you ever let me take you out on that date you'd see there's more to me than just being a devilishly handsome bad boy," you say leaning in close to her.

Maddy gulps, taking another swig of whisky to stop herself from fucking you right there on that counter.

You and Maddy continued this game until you eventually got partnered up for a history project.

How the hell was she going to retain her self control and not jump your bones when you were going to be spending so much time together alone in her bedroom.

Well technically you could have done this project at the library but Maddy was horny and thinking with her pussy, not her brain.

So here you are, in her room on day three of working on your project with Maddy looking at you like a four course meal after you drove her home on your motorcycle.

Her body was still humming from the vibrations and holding onto you so tightly.

"Maddy? Earth to Maddy," you laugh, snapping her out of her trance, "I think we've got enough research notes to start working on the essay."

"Yeah, right, let me get my laptop," she says, taking a seat at her desk and turning her laptop on.

You grab the small ottoman she uses at her vanity mirror and take a seat next to her, a little too close for Maddy to stay focused on the essay.

"You want me to type? You seem to be making a lot of typos there Perez," you laugh.

Maddy pushes the laptop in front of you and stands from her chair, "I need some water do you want anything?"

"Vodka would be nice," you grin.

"I'll get you a soda," she says before leaving her bedroom.

When she returns her glass of water is nearly empty from her trying to cool herself down and she hands you the soda.

You crack it open and take a drink, setting it on the desk as you keep working.

"Can you hand me the textbook, there's something I want to look up," you ask a few minutes later and when she grabs the book she knocks your dark soda over and it spills right onto your white shirt.

"Oh shit I'm so sorry," she says running to her bathroom to grab a towel to clean up her desk.

But when she steps out of her bathroom you're standing there shirtless.

"Mind if I wash this in your sink? Its sticky and I don't want it to stain," You ask.

"Uh, yeah, yeah that's fine," she says, glazing over your abs as you walk past her to her bathroom.

She cleans up the soda and hears the water running in the bathroom, she has to get it together.

She sits on the edge of her bed and puts her head in her hands, how the hell did you have this much of an affect on her.

"Hey it's okay, it's just a shirt," you chuckle when you come back into her room.

You left your shirt hanging in the bathroom to dry and now there's some stray water droplets running down your stomach.

Fuck.

You walk over to her and Maddy can't fight the urges anymore, her hands go to your neck and she pulls you down into an intense kiss.

"Woah, Maddy," you say in surprise, pulling away from her.

"You've been hitting on me since the sixth grade, you really don't want this?" She scoffs.

"I want this more than you know, I just want to make sure you want this," you say.

"I want this Y/N, I really want this," she says bringing you back in for another kiss.

You sink down to your knees in front of her, kissing down her neck and playing with the hem of her shirt.

"Take it off," she orders and in seconds her shirt is gone.

You keep kissing down her body until you reach the top of her jeans.

You look up at her and she nods her consent before raising her hips in the air so you could tug her jeans down her legs.

"God you're beautiful Maddy," you say, kissing along her thighs, "and so wet already."

"I hate that you turn me on this much," she groans right as your tongue licks her through her panties.

"If you want me to stop just tell me to," you say.

"Don't you fucking dare stop," she says sternly and you smile, pulling her panties to the side and tasting her directly.

You moan and Maddy feels it deep in the pit of her stomach, your tongue working her in ways no other guy ever had before.

One her of legs goes over your shoulder, giving you better access.

Her arousal drips down your chin and you slip a finger inside with ease, Maddy moaning above you.

A second finger enters her and you pump them slowly, using your other hand to pull the hood of her clit back and suck it between your lips.

"Holy shit," Maddy cries out, she had been holding this in for so long she can't even feel embarrassed about how quickly she came because it felt so fucking good.

"Damn Perez, I wasn't even down there for a full five minutes," you say cockily.

"Shut up and fuck me Y/N," she demands and you happily stand up, dropping your jeans to reveal the massive boner poking through your boxers.

"You got any condoms?" You ask, stroking yourself through your boxers which only turns her on more.

"Top left drawer in my bathroom," she says.

You go to her bathroom again and find the box of condoms, grabbing one and when you return her bra and panties are gone, leaving her completely naked and now in the center of her bed.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are?" You say, letting your boxers join the rest of your clothes on the floor and putting the condom on.

"Didn't I tell you to fuck me already?" Maddy states and you smirk, joining her in bed.

You settle on top of her, kissing her and she moans at the taste of herself on your tongue.

Reaching down you tease her with the tip of your cock, lathering it with her arousal before easing it inside.

Maddy clearly doesn't want to wait any longer so you quickly rock your hips in a steady rhythm.

Her nails dig into your back, her bed creaking underneath you.

You suck harshly at her neck, one of your hands going to play with her chest.

Maddy moans loudly when you roll one of her nipples between your fingers, legs wrapping around your waist so you can hit deeper inside her.

"Oh fuck me, right there, right there," she chants.

Once again it doesn't take long for her to cum, this one hitting her even harder than the first.

"Do you want me to pull out?" You ask her, slowing your movements giving her a few aftershocks.

"No, keep going until you cum," she says, grabbing your ass.

You smirk and pick your pace back up, she's squeezing your ass and within another minute you're cumming inside her.

"Fuck Maddy," you grunt, your hips moving more frantically through your release.

"That felt so fucking good," she says, groaning when you pull out of her and feeling so empty.

You roll over next to her, taking the condom off and throwing it in the trash next to her bed.

"So does this mean you're finally gonna let me take you on a date?" You tease.

"I'll tell you what Y/N, if we get an A on this project, I'll go on a date with you," she replies.

"You got yourself a deal," you smile, "now let's get back to work, we have an essay to write."

"Have you ever worked this hard on an assignment before?" She jokes.

"Nope but sex is an excellent motivation and it'll be even better at the end of it because I'm going to take you on the best date of your life."

#euphoria imagine #maddy perez imagine #maddy perez x reader #x male reader #fic

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alastrrz · 2 months

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headcannons for getting drunk with tgc?

like how high their tolerance to alcohol is,

what they usually have,

and stuff similar?

ignore my 'ideas' if you dont wanna do them <3

🫧 anon

absolutely!! i love making hcs like this (i also won't be including larry bc he isn't of legal age to drink :P)

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。 drunk ; tgc boys

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genre/type: fluff/humor, headcanons

read below!

ISAAC;

absolute unbeatable tolerance. insane tolerance. dude can take 6 shots of everclear and still walk a straight line.

you've only seen isaac blackout ONCE, and it was complete accident. you hadn't seen isaac drinking that much, but he was actually borderline drunk. he asked you in a pretty sober sounding voice, "how many drinks have i had? should i stop?" you say, "i've only seen you take like 2 shots. drink some more!"

horrible move. he blacked out and also woke up with the world's worst hangover.

ever since then though, his tolerance, like i said, is rock solid.

he likes the classic drinks, so i'd say he likes a good screwdriver.

super clingy and COCKY when he's drunk.

drowning you in kisses and hugs, and he goes, "babe, i'm soooo hot. i'm soooo hot and sexy.."

"sure you are."

your two options are to kill his ego or boost it, but it kills you too much to deflate his ego.

"how cocky was i last night?"

"yeah."

TANNER;

moderately normal tolerance, maybe a TINY bit lower than the average person in their mid-20's.

like, if we're measuring in shots of vodka again, like 4 1/2 shots he'd be gone. not black out gone, but "i'm gonna talk about every celebrity i could probably pull" gone.

he's such a YAPPER when he's drunk dude.

will probably do the trend of writing fake band names to try and make you laugh

he's dancing around to loud ass music in the kitchen, invites you to dance with him, he immediately starts shoving himself against you

he won't shut up about how much he loves you

he's definitely got his head in your lap and he's making you play with his hair and listen to him talk

however you have to stop him talking at a certain point, because he'll just start having a crisis and making himself sad.

he's never blacked out, but he has terrible hangovers.

favorite drink? he strikes me as a daiquiri kinda guy. he'd love them.

but if it's more casual drinking at home, he's happy with some soju.

NICK;

literally AVERAGE tolerance.

about 2-3 shots of vodka has him tipsy, 4-6 has him drunk, and don't give him more than 8, he might start drunkenly making an album.

he's not a clear liquor guy, he prefers browns like brandy or scotch.

there is almost ALWAYS a bottle of whiskey in the fridge for nick, he never runs out.

he drinks regularly, but he doesn't HEAVILY drink on those nights.

he's super sleepy when he's drunk. he could literally fall asleep anywhere if given the opportunity

he could be laying on the floor to "stretch his back" he's asleep 10 minutes later

you have to carry this dude to bed (and if you can't do it alone, isaac helps you)

like i said he prefers drinking brown liquors, so i think he'd maybe like a tequila sunrise or just straight whiskey

BLAKE;

"i have a ROCK SOLID tolerance!" dead in 3 shots. don't listen to him lie to you

every time you and the guys go out for dinner at like chilis or something, blake orders a margarita and everyone sighs in unison

the margarita gets him on the verge of drunk. just a little past tipsy.

he can HARDLY casually drink with anyone because his tolerance is just THAT bad

you constantly pick at him for it but he's just accepted it at this point

he's so SILLY when he's drunk man

cracking jokes that do NOT land at all and are not funny unless he's talking to a bunch of drunk people

"so the.. uh.. what? yeah.. uh.."

he suddenly forgets english

he can barely formulate a SINGLE sentence and he's basically speaking in mumbles

he's like speaking in fancy or speaking in riddles like a troll under the bridge or some shit

you have to baby him while he's drunk or he won't know what the hell is going on

i think he honestly.. just likes whatever he can get his hands on.

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64yrsold · 8 months

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Can you write something for the Ross girlies 👀I would give you a big smooch xx

ok! ;)

play with me ross macdonald x reader

“You can’t outdrink me,” he stated, the words carved in stone. He wasn’t challenging me, teasing me, or insulting me. He was making the facts clear.

“I can try,” I shrugged, fingers wrapped around the vodka between us.

“You shouldn’t,” his eyes followed my fingertips, pressed into the bottle. He was trying to hide behind the shadows on his face, to settle into the dark of the empty bar. I wasn’t supposed to catch him, drinking to soothe himself into the end of the day. And I wasn’t supposed to tell him that I was here to do the same thing.

“Fine,” I reached behind the bar for a shot glass, filling it, “I can drink alone.”

He inhaled a little deeper, watching me let the liquor burn down my throat. Watching my lips, stoic and wet, my tongue licking the vodka off of them. He looked back at the bottle quickly when I tried to meet his eyes.

I poured another. He cleared his throat.

“I prefer it, actually,” I took my shot with a grin, cheeks heating already.

He buried his chin in his hand, “You’re the one who came in here.”

“Didn’t know you were here,” I ground the glass into the wood countertop. I reached for the bottle, each drink making me thirstier. “The bar is closed, you know.”

“I’d slow down,” he grumbled, fist now curling under his chin. I watched the muscles flex down the back of his arm.

“You would?” I laughed with disbelief, filling my glass again. When I brought it to my lips, his hand caught my wrist.

“I would.” He took the glass from my hand, my wrist tingling. He took the shot, his lips smudging against my lipstick stain on the rim. He set the glass down, bored.

“I’m winning,” I whispered, my knee brushing his. He laughed, more of a sustained grunt than anything actually jovial. I reached for the vodka, but he pulled it away. He dragged it along the bar, frowning, pointedly placing it behind him.

I liked the idea of going through him for a drink.

I pouted, planting my palm above his knee, “Come on. Play with me.”

“You were always a fucking lightweight,” He glanced down at my hand on his leg, as if it were a fly that had landed on him.

“Just have another drink. For me,” I smiled, sliding my hand off his leg.

“You’re starting to piss me off,” he groaned, but grabbed the bottle and brought it to his lips. A quick swallow, then the sound of the bottle hitting the bar. He raised an eyebrow, happy?

“That’s against regulation,” I pushed the shot glass closer to him. “I can’t monitor your intake.”

He smirked, “Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” I shrugged, “Just use the glass next time.”

He pointed at the shot glass, head tilted, “This one?”

I frowned. I nodded slowly.

He swept up the glass with his fingers, and hurled it across the room. It shattered against the wall on impact, glass trickling to the floor.

I covered my mouth, “What the fuck?”

“Was that against the rules?” He asked, unable to hide his stupid grin.

“Asshole,” I couldn’t help but laugh, his stifled giggles infectious. “You’re a sore loser, anyways.”

“You’re deluded if you think you would have won,” he muttered, his smile melting off his face. His elbow guarded the liquor behind him.

“Well,” I tapped my nails against the bar, “I hoped you might let me win.”

“You hoped?” His shoulders stiffened as he breathed. His eyes kept jumping to my nails.

I nodded, leaning in, “I hoped you’d get drunk with me.”

He clasped his hands together, roughly entangling his fingers.

“Is that what you hoped?” He spoke slowly. My heart tripped, scattering ahead of me and chanting; yes, yes, yes!

My temple brushed his cheek, “Maybe.”

“Is that all you hoped?”

“No,” I breathed, lips on the stubbly edge of his beard. He was unnaturally still, barely breathing. The bottle scraped against the bar, the sound of vodka rushing to his lips in my ear. He pulled back, looking down at me as he took another sip.

“You need a drink?” He asked slowly, letting his right hand hover by my jaw. I leaned into it, the heat of his fingers connecting to my cheek. I had missed it, his calloused fingertips on my skin, pretending to be gentle as long as he could.

“Badly,” I whispered. His fingers crawled up the back of my jaw, barely there. He was so close, I couldn’t look at him. I watched his collarbones, the tides of them, rising and falling.

His thumb moved to my chin, pressing just below my lip. His palm tilted my head back. My pulse ran up my neck, my vision blue and blurring with the rush of blood. I thought I might slip through the spaces between his fingers, the way my blood slurred and my skin heated. He slipped his thumb between my lips, dragging it into my mouth. His knuckle caught on my teeth. My jaw relaxed for him, and he brought the bottle to my open lips. I watched him through the haze of my lashes, his lips parted as the liquor pooled on my tongue.

I struggled to swallow, his thumb still holding my mouth agape. He sighed, a sort of laugh, watching my throat try to pull the liquor down. He loosened his grip, letting my lips wrap around his thumb, finally letting me swallow.

“How’s it taste?” He tilted his head to the side, setting the bottle aside. He kept his thumb in my mouth, wrapping his other hand behind my neck.

“Like shit,” I replied, muffled. His thumb was on the center of my tongue. I wanted to lick at it, or wrap my lips around it and suck, anything to elicit some reaction in him. Anything to get him to blush. But I was nervous to lose the moment, and let his thumb melt on my tongue like a cough drop.

“I meant me,” he said, lips in my ear. “How do I taste?”

My thoughts stalled in my skull.

I could taste his heartbeat on his thumb, and I let a sigh slip as he popped it out of my mouth. He cradled my face, stroking my cheeks. Looking into me, forcing me to look back. He glanced between my eyes and lips, breathing deeply, a quick sip of air. How he did before he kissed me.

He brought his lips to mine, feather-like and careful. He kissed me slowly, drinking in my lip gloss and liquored tongue. If I listened carefully, I could hear the moans catching in his throat. I waited for his hands to move, to slip a strap off my shoulder, to grasp at my neck or grip the bone at my hip.

“How do I taste?” He repeated, speaking into my mouth. I gasped, thrill crowding my head and scrambling my confidence.

“Like you always did,” I mumbled, and he pulled back. He took his hands off of me, sitting back in his chair. He held the liquor instead.

“I don’t want to be mean,” he frowned. I watched his throat pulse as he took three long swallows.

I shook my head, “I don’t mind.”

He winced, “You do mind.”

“Be mean,” I whispered. “I’ll forgive you tomorrow.”

His face was twisted, his hand curled under his chin. He rubbed at his forehead, between his eyebrows, squeezing his eyes shut.

“You shouldn’t,” he murmured.

I nodded, and reached for his wrist, “Kiss me again.”

“Maybe you’re not good for me,” he laughed quietly, returning my grip on his wrist and pulling me in.

“I don’t care,” I grinned. He picked me up, setting me on the bar counter. I liked how he stood between my thighs, his nose on mine. I liked how he battered kisses into my neck.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, and brought his lips down on mine again.

part 2

#ask64 #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #ross macdonald #ross macdonald fic #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald imagine #ross macdonald fluff #ross macdonald fanfiction

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rip-us-xoxo · 1 year

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Hi! I’m new to the Shameless fandom but I’m already in love with Lip, so maybe you could write a Mauve with the quote “You know damn well why I’m here” for Lip x fem!reader it can be just fluff or angst to fluff whatever you prefer.

Also I love purple too 💜

-🌱🫖

Purple is literally LIFE!! I hope you enjoy!

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Okay, so I rewrote this a little bit because I had another request that was very similar, so I decided to just combine them!

The request was: "Lip Gallagher and 'You know damn well why I’m here' and 'you’re my addiction'"

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Lip was your best friend, there was no denying it. You told him everything, for the most part. But there was also no denying that there was something going on between the two of you.

Like seriously, do people who are “strictly friends” make out for fun at parties? Do they have sleepovers where you both wake up practically cuddling? Everyone could see something there, you just wish one of you mustered up the courage to bring up the topic.

You sat on your couch, drinking whatever liquor your parents kept in the cabinet. They were somewhere that you didn’t care enough about to remember. So there you sat, alone, and fucking sad.

You always thought about Lip, tonight was no different. But today, he said something that really fucked with your head.

You were sitting with him out on his front porch, he was smoking, and you were soaking in the sun that was shining directly on you. More like you were getting soaked from the sun shining directly on you, actually, it was hot as balls.

You had on the shortest shorts you could find and the lightest tank top in your wardrobe. You were both just having a normal conversation— Lip was talking about his family and you talking about whatever drama was going on with your friends— everything seemed normal until you both fell silent, not knowing what to talk about.

You watched as his eyes followed a group of teenagers walking past his house. They gawked as they walked past. You weren’t phased though, they were just a bunch of horny teenage boys, nothing new. Lip decided to break the silence by opening his stupid mouth.

“Aren’t you kinda dressed like a slut?” he asked, taking his cigarette out of his mouth, and blowing out some smoke. “What the fuck?” you questioned immediately. Why would he ever say that? It was out of nowhere too.

“What?” he asked, laughing slightly, not seeing the harm in his words. “Are you kidding me? You just called me a slut, Lip!”. “Woah, sorry, princess, didn’t think you’d get offended,” he defended, bringing the cigarette back up to his lips.

“You are unbelievable,” you scoffed, on the verge of tears, while standing up. Lip watched as you walked out of the gate and toward the direction of your house.

“I didn’t fucking do anything!” he yelled at you, you just flipped him off in response.

You grunted at the memory, taking another swig of the bottle in your hand. Your goal was to get so drunk that you just forget everything. You knew that’s not how it worked exactly, but at this point, you didn’t give a shit.

About an hour later, you were almost at your goal, you could feel it. You decided to call one of your other guy friends that you’ve slept with before, truly wanting to forget about Lip, even if it was only for 4 minutes. You sat and waited, occasionally taking sips out of the vodka bottle.

You almost fell getting up when you heard a knock at the door. You groaned, half-regretting texting that guy, you weren’t really in the mood anymore.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, all of the feelings you had been pushing down suddenly coming back up. When you opened the door, you expected it to be the guy you texted, but instead, it was Lip.

If you knew it was him, you wouldn’t have answered the door and let the two guys awkwardly wait outside your door while you lay in your bed, punching your pillow.

“You know damn well why I’m here,” Lip said, his voice slightly cracking, taking you out of your thoughts. “You called me a slut Lip, I don’t think we’re on speaking terms right now,” you sniffled, beginning to close the door.

You watched as his hand stopped it from closing any further. “Come on, Y/n, let’s just talk,” he pleaded. You opened the door, wiping a tear from your cheek. You watched his reaction, interested to see how he’d react. His mouth dropped a bit, as he looked around. He looked helpless. In some twisted way, that made you feel good.

“What is there to talk about?” you asked, crossing your arms. Before he could even make a sound, you began berating him. “What? The fact that you got jealous of a couple of teenagers?!”, “I was not j-”, you continued, “So jealous that the only way you could keep your tough guy act up and not show what everyone already knows is by calling me a slut?! How fucking stup-”.

“Wait, ‘what everyone already knows?’” he questioned, genuinely confused. You laughed, drunk out of your mind, probably looking crazy, “The fact that there’s something between us! Sexual tension, love, I don’t fucking know, but there’s something there and I’m sick and tired of you ignoring that!”.

It fell silent. You waited for an answer, you had already let all of your feelings loose and it was finally time you heard his. He just stared at the ground, refusing to meet your eyes.

You laughed again and wiped tears that were still streaming out of your eyes, “I can’t believe it, you are fucking pathetic! You know what go back to smoking those fucking cigarettes you're addicted to-”. You were cut off by the feeling of lips on yours. Lip had his hands on your shoulders, kissing you deeply.

You immediately sobered up, kissing him back, your hands caressing his back. He leaned you backward kissing you even deeper before pulling away. You were left breathless with swollen lips.

“You're my addiction," he said, still face to face with you. He then pulled away, allowing you to breathe, "and I’m not pathetic,” he stated, rubbing his jaw. “No, you’re not,” you breathed out. You both smiled at each other.

“Y/n?” you heard from behind Lip. Lip recognized that voice. You guys were best friends remember?

“Go away limp dick, she’s taken,” Lip said without even looking at him. You had honestly forgotten that you texted him. You heard the guy scoff before his footsteps got lost in the sound of traffic at 11 o’clock at night.

You laughed, causing Lip to laugh too. “Can I come in?” he asked, a smirk appearing on his face. You laughed, grabbing him by the shirt, “Get in here.”.

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MASTERLIST for💜New Account Celebration!💜(CLOSED)

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xoxo

#shameless fanfiction #lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher #lip gallagher x y/n

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eddiemunsons80sbaby · 11 months

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Nobody's Fool: Chapter 1

Summary: You have bartended for years after you were forced to drop out of college due to family circumstances. You have dated your fair share of musicians, had your heart broken by one particular one, and have learned they are not be trusted. You have sworn off of them for the rest of your life. Then, one night, a new band plays at the bar, and against your better judgement, you can't help noticing the lead singer and guitar player. Could he possibly be different from the ones who came before him?

Warnings: 18+ Only due to eventual smut and language. There is also a toxic family relationship if that is triggering for you.

So, this is an EddiexOC that I have on my Wattpad and AO3. @mmunson86 recommended that I share some of my longer fics on here too. I know most people don't prefer that so I decided to edit it into a reader fic for here. I would love to know what everyone thinks and if this is something you'd be interested in reading more of. If so, I have quite a few other books I could do this with down the road. If not, I'll just stick to my one shots. 😂😂😂

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28

“Joey, we need more vodka from the back!” you called out from behind the bar.

“I’ll get you that vodka, sweetheart, when you finally let me have that date,” Joey countered, leaning across the bar, flashing you a smile and wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

“In your dreams,” you chortled.

“You got that right. Every single night.”

“Ugh, you’re so disgusting,” you gagged. “Just go get the damn vodka. We have three bands playing tonight and John says we’re going to have quite the crowd. We need to make sure the bar is fully stocked.”

“Okay, okay,” Joey sighed, throwing his hands up in defeat. “You can’t blame a guy for trying.”

“You can when it’s the 100th time and he still fails,” you called over your shoulder as you checked the rest of the liquor. John had been adamant that you be as ready as possible before those doors opened for customers tonight.

The first of the three bands had just finished sound check and the second was about to come on stage. They'd been alright but not enough to really catch your attention, just your average, mediocre local band. You came out from behind the bar to check all the condiments on the table and top them off if needed.

“Your vodka, my queen,” Joey announced, making a big show of bowing and presenting two large bottles to you, one mid shelf, one low shelf. “Do you want me to grab the expensive shit or will these work for the night?”

“Those should be fine,” you replied. “I don’t see us getting high end clientele for a bunch of townie bands. Can you fill the condiments on the tables so we don’t have people asking for ketchup all night?”

Joey saluted you before heading off. You headed back behind the bar to clear the beer lines, pouring out a few ounces from each tap. There was nothing worse than having the taps malfunction when you had a bar full of drunks demanding more beer. Things got real rowdy, real fast when that shit happened and you were not in the mood for a bunch of belligerent drunks yelling at you because they couldn't drink until they couldn't see straight.

This job was supposed to be temporary, a stepping stone to something else. It was supposed to be a job that helped pay your way through college, but that's not what happened. Life happened and college fell by the wayside and here you were, four years later, still slinging drinks in this place.

It wasn’t a bad gig. The tips were great and the regulars loved you. You got to hear some amazing bands play. Free live music was definitely a perk of your job. There was nothing that could turn your mood around faster than good, live music. You never had to rise before the sun, which worked for you because you had always been a creature of the night. Still, you felt a bit like a loser, still tending bar at twenty-five instead of moving on to a real career, as your mother always liked to remind you.

“Everything set?” John asked as he came striding out of his office.

“As ready as we’re going to be,” you answered.

The second band had just begun sound check. You weren't paying much attention, not expecting anything special, as you did a last wipe down of the bar and tables. Then you heard the voice come over the mic and you paused mid-swipe, your bar duties abandoned. That voice was incredible, excellent range and pitch. It had this sultry, raspy quality that made you think about sweaty bodies tangled up in one another amid the sheets. But it also had this soothing, pleasant tone that felt like being curled up in your bed on a cold day, the comforter cocooned around you.

Forgetting all about the tables that needed cleaning, you turned to look at the stage because you had to see who that voice belonged to. Jesus Christ, what metalhead erotica novel did this man step out of? You head tilted, your hand coming up to your chest as your eyes raked over every inch of the beautiful man holding the guitar and singing into the mic. It should be a fucking crime to be that gorgeous.

He was tall, close to six feet with shoulders that filled out his tee quite nicely. He was lean but strong looking. As he shifted, the Iron Maiden tee rose up, revealing a bit of skin along his waist, just enough for you to glimpse the happy trail just above his button on those gloriously fitted ripped jeans and you couldn't help imagining where that trail might lead. Long, beautiful brown waves cascaded past his shoulders, moving around like the choppy waves of a stormy sea as his head rocked along to the strums of his guitar.

You were completely lost in the vision that was this man. You had seen endless musicians take this stage. You couldn’t even give someone a number if you wanted to, far too many to count. You had seen some beautiful men perform, men that could knock your senses loose with a look, but you had never seen anything like him. You didn’t know who he was, but you knew you were going to have to steer clear of him if you were going to stick to your promise to yourself. That one was trouble with a capital ‘T’.

“Hey John,” you said, walking back over to the bar, forcing yourself to turn away from the vision under the stage lights. “Who is the band that’s on stage right now? I’ve never seen them before.”

“Oh, that’s Corroded Coffin,” he said with a chuckle. “I was a bit hesitant when I saw their name. It sounded a bit cheesy, you know? But damn if they aren’t pretty good.”

“Yeah they are,” you agreed. “Why haven’t they ever played here before?”

“They usually play at the Hideout, and a buddy of mine saw them there the other week. He told me I needed to get them to come here because they were being wasted over there. They only gave them the Tuesday night slot, not much of a crowd. Even with a name like that, he swore they were one of the best bands he’s seen around town. So, I figured why the hell not? I like to give people a shot, especially the young ones just trying to find their place. Judging by what I’m hearing, they’ll be invited back.”

“Yeah…” you said, thinking you couldn’t possibly want anything less. It was going to be very hard to behave and avoid him if that guy was here on the regular.

“Uh-oh,” Joey teased, finished with the condiments. “I know that look. You falling for another rockstar?”

“Shut up,” you snapped. “No, I am definitely not. In case you forgot, I have sworn off all musicians for the rest of my life. They’re all a bunch of douchebags, anyway.”

“Yeah…because I haven’t heard that song and dance before,” he snorted with a chuckle. “I’ve been trying to get you to give me a shot for years now but, sadly for me, I have not a musical bone in my body and you have a thing for musicians, particularly long haired guys who can play guitar.”

He gestured to your shirt and you looked down. You were wearing your Van Halen tee and yes, you did have a thing for Eddie Van Halen, but like, who didn’t? The man was a gorgeous rock god.

“Actually,” Joey said, looking from your shirt to the stage, “I can see a resemblance there.”

“Oh shut up, there is not,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Eddie Van Halen is rock royalty. He is a guitar prodigy. No one can compare to him.”

“If you say so,” he said with a shrug. “I don’t think I’m exactly the authority on hot rock gods.”

You tossed a rag at him, telling him to finish the tables. You hadn’t noticed that the music had stopped, so focused on trying to think of anything but the one thing you really shouldn’t be thinking about. You absolutely could not let yourself go there again, especially after the last time. You went back behind the bar and bent over to stock beer mugs on the shelf when you heard a whistle from behind you.

“Well, that’s a lovely view. Hello there sweetheart. Can I get a beer?”

Standing, you spun around to come face to face with that ridiculously gorgeous man who had you paralyzed mere moments ago. If it was possible, he was even more beautiful up close. Those eyes, fuck, they were like melted chocolate, the kind that ran down your fingers on a hot summer day as you tried to eat your s'more as fast as you could. And his lips were so full and luscious, you just wanted to come across the bar, grab onto that shirt, yank him to her and find out what they felt like against hers. Your tongue ran over your bottom lip just imagining how they would taste.

You quickly shook it off. No, you absolutely were not going there again. This guy may have the face of an angel, but you knew better. All these damn rock stars were the same. You grabbed a mug, filled it from the tap and slid it over to him before turning away to resume your job.

“Damn, that’s quite the cold shoulder,” he said, taking a sip of his beer. “I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure. Trust me, I would remember. So, what could I possibly have done to deserve that?”

“Oh, I’m sure you have a laundry list of offenses that could warrant that. I’m guessing you can handle a little chill. I can’t imagine I’m the first lady who’s given you the same treatment,” you said, keeping your back to him.

“That’s quite an assumption,” he said, sitting down on the stool, drumming his fingers on top of the bar. “You don’t even know me.”

“I know you,” you huffed with a harsh laugh. “I have known dozens of men just like you.”

“And what kind of man is that, exactly?”

“You think you’re a rock star even though you’re only part of a small townie band that plays for the local drunks each week and it makes you think you’re untouchable. Your guitar is just a metaphor for your dick. You have a complex about it and you treat it better than you’ve ever treated any woman. It was probably the only reason you got girls in high school. Hell, it's probably the only reason you get girls now. You play shows and look for some piece of ass to play around with and then the next show you look for a new one. Love them and leave them wanting more, right? If you do keep a girl around, you probably have another already lined up or one you’re already screwing on the side. You can’t stick with just one because it’s not how you’re built. You’re always looking for something more interesting or entertaining. Am I close?”

“Sweetheart, you couldn’t be farther away if you were on the moon,” he said.

“Sure, of course,” you said, winking at him. “You’re that rare good guy musician.”

“I don’t know if I’d go that far,” he chuckled. “But how about we start with names? I’m Eddie.”

Fuck, this had to be a joke. His name could not be Eddie. You glanced down at your shirt and then back up at him and he smirked.

“Yeah, like the guy on your shirt, but not named for him,” he said. “I mean, I would be honored as he is one of the sickest guitarists to ever live but he would have been a kid when I was born.” You just stared at him so he raised his eyebrows, holding his hand out. “And this is the part where you tell me your name.”

“Y/N,” you answered flatly.

“Y/N, beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” Eddie smiled, winking at you.

Your body was having a fierce internal battle between your brain and your desire. This guy was not only beautiful, but there was something about him, something that was pulling you in like a magnetic field and you were trying hard to repel it. You were telling yourself not to be fooled, but damn if you didn’t want to take your chances and see where this went. Joey was right. You had a problem with long haired guitar players, but this one was something else entirely. What was it about him?

“So, Y/N, what do you say you let me take you out sometime?” he asked, lifting one eyebrow at you and you gripped the edge of the bar as your legs turned to jelly.

“No, I don’t think so,” you answered, determined to stay strong no matter what your body desired. And oh, it desired, you could feel it's desire pulsing between your legs.

“Why not?”

“”I already told you,” you stated. “I know your type. I’ve dated your type, and I’m not interested.”

“Well, that’s not fair. You don’t even know me. I promise you, I’m not like any guy who’s taken you out before. Sweetheart, I know for a fact you’ve never known anyone like me.”

Oh, you had no doubt of that but he was still a musician. You'd walked this path before and it only ended in heartbreak. You weren't doing it again.

“Maybe not, but my answer is still no,” you told him firmly. “I am sure you will have your pick of ladies tonight after the show. Your band is really good. Clearly, you know you’re good looking. The girls will be lining up for you boys later. You’ll have no problem finding some fun.”

“What if I don’t want just any lady? What if I want the one standing in front of me?” he asked, leaning on the bar. Did he have any idea what his gaze did to you? He probably did. Guys like him always knew what they were doing and they enjoyed it.

“Sorry, this one is not available. Now, if you don’t mind, I have to make sure we’re ready for the crowd tonight and don’t you need to get ready for your show?”

“You are going to go out with me,” Eddie said confidently as he rose from the stool.

“Points for positivity,” you teased, heading to the back. You closed the door to the stockroom, sucking in great gulps of air. Damn, that boy was going to test all your resolve.

So, I am not a fan of writing the Y/N. I had to here because they were just meeting but I am going to try to keep the pet names from here on out.

#eddie munson #eddie the banished #stranger things eddie #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fandom #corroded coffin #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x y/n

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How They Drink Alcohol (AoT Men)

ft. Jean, Eren, Connie, Reiner and Armin.

Summary: What they drink when they go out partying or just attending social functions! Also, how they got introduced to alcohol in the first place!

a/n: General headcanons, but these characterizations are primarily for my upcoming Jean Kirstein x Reader fic! I will upload some WIP for the fic soon because I need to be held accountable to keep writing (help me, haha). Slight toxic masculinity from Eren and Jean?

Pro-Taking Shots: Connie and Eren.

Anti-Taking Shots: Reiner, Armin and Jean (he’s lying).

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Jean:

When he first started drinking, it started with skimming the top of his dad’s liquor before sneaking out to a house party. He watered down some rum before buying some coke at a corner store. Since then, it has been his go-to (and beer, specifically a corona). He doesn’t like ‘jungle juice’ concoctions, no matter how much Connie shoves them down his throat. However, he once went clubbing with your friends, and Connie convinced him to try this cocktail (lime mojito). At first, he was apprehensive, but he was like, “How fucking drunk can this chick drink get me?” and took a sip. Jean got belligerent that night that he didn’t know how many he ordered because it was so good. His credit card company sent him a message asking if his card had been stolen, and he had to explain that it was not a series of suspicious purchases. He is now a massive advocate for fancy cocktails (ESPECIALLY AN ESPRESSO MARTINI), so he’ll splurge on that when he’s out drinking. I can see him getting into whisky when he’s older. A lover of vodka soda, too.

Eren:

At a wedding when he was younger, his dad offered him a tequila shot (his mom found out and got mad later), and it caused him to vomit so badly that he didn’t drink again until his last year of high school. Eren is a huge beer drinker and ONLY A BEER DRINKER. (Or so he says). He is not very particular about brands, although he likes things more ‘hoppy’ to feel like a man. Eren is the kind of guy to get mad at you for not knowing how to pour beer properly and getting more foam than anything. He won’t admit it, but he had some sips of the lime mojito Jean was having. He got drunk and was over the moon. Eren tried other cocktails, but besides a Long Island iced tea, he’s not a huge fan of other cocktails. When he gets really drunk at the club (he's a lightweight but does a really good job of concealing how inebriated he is), he and Connie will coerce Jean into buying a STUPID AMOUNT OF ALCOHOL TO GET A TABLE (see Jean's suspicious credit card purchases). Think $50 Mango Ciroc and Patron!

Connie:

When he went on a family cruise at the age of nine, he ordered a “Shirley Temple” (virgin), and he was “drunk.” Fast forward to a shitty date he went on; he ordered a Shirley Temple again. Connie got belligerent, and his date had to take him home. He did not hear from her again. This man is a nut. He loves cocktails so much that he bought a cocktail kit, but he barely measures, so it’s just 90% alcohol and 10% any discernable flavour profile. Connie is the kind of friend who mixes you a drink and says: "It's mostly juice! Just Try it!" but it straight up tastes like pure gasoline. He’ll happily drink anything else but prefers cocktails and mixed drinks over beer, shots, etc. Connie is the type of guy to order “Blow Job” shots as a joke but then gets way drunker than everyone. Surprisingly, he’s a huge Reisingling fan. Unsurprisingly, he and Sasha got blackout at your birthday party after downing half a bottle of Pink Whitney (they snuck away to take turns throwing up in the guest washroom).

Reiner:

Huge whiskey nut and wine snob. He’ll talk your ear off about various wines he’s into, and he actually knows what he’s talking about. Reiner is the kind of guy who will bring a bottle of wine to a friend's birthday dinner, and he gets it RIGHT! He’ll drink beer (not particular about the brand). He only started drinking when he was legal, so there’s no crazy story other than the one time he and Bertolt went to a daytime wine tasting, and by the time they sobered up, it was nighttime, and they were 45 minutes outside of the city. Most times, if Reiner is in a work setting, he’ll drink what other people are drinking, too (but he’ll opt for a vodka seltzer). He’s tried cocktails before, but he’s not a fan.

Armin:

He hates beer. His grandfather offered him a swig when he kept looking at him, and he never drank again until he was legal. This man is a cider fan, and no one can tell me otherwise. Specifically blackberry and green apple. Armin enjoys wine (red > white) and will listen to Reiner babble on about the best ones. But his drink of choice is a bit pricey: champagne! But if he’s at a party, he’ll just settle for drinking a vodka cranberry. He mentioned to Connie that he likes “Shirley Temples” ONCE, and whenever they all go out, Connie will buy him one. Armin is too shy to decline, so he'll take a couple sips before giving it to either Eren or Jean (they will fight amongst themselves as to who gets to finish it).

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a/n: I included Armin and Reiner because I love them so much, but they're most likely not going to be in my upcoming fic! WAH. Specifically Reiner... I'm sorry, my beloved.

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#aot headcanons #modern aot headcanons #jean kirstein headcanons #reiner braun headcanons #armin alert headcanons #eren jaeger headcanons #connie springer headcanons #someone hold me accountable #I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH #mv.writing📝#attack on Titan

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It's a bad idea, right?

Chapter 2: Wet and wanting more

Pairing: Best-friends dad!Dark!Ari Levinson x College!Reader

Summary: Sexual tension builds between reader and Ari. He's soft in this chapter, he manipulates the reader into thinking she has control. But far from it.

Word Count: 2,639

Warnings: 18+ (of course), age gap, oral sex

It’s 10 o’clock in the morning by the time you wake up and roll out of bed. Your body well rested and energy high. Standing up you slide your house shoes on, they look like little bunnies, soft and plush and perfect for cool mornings. You never liked being barefoot especially if the floor was cold. You head into the bathroom to brush your teeth and get ready for the morning. Popping the toothbrush in your mouth you hear Mia before you see her.

“Hey! I thought we could tan and take a dip in the lake. I have a few floaties we can blow up.” Her pitch is chirpy, excited to tell you the plans for the day.

You spit into the sink before answering, “that sounds great. Let me change into my swimsuit and we can head down there.”

Content with your answer she starts picking out clothes for you. As she attends to that you begin to put your hair up, not wanting the water to get it wet. Or else you’ll have to wash it and your hair care routine easily takes up some time. And frankly, you don’t feel like taking time- anytime soon to complete that until necessary. Yes, you can be lazy but hey, its summer, who cares.

“I picked out a couple options. I thought you could just wear your swimsuit today since we’ll be at the lake most of the day.” She says standing by the bed.

You finish your hair and walk over to the options. Two from Aerie and one from Pacsun. You opt for one of the pieces from Aerie, cute and sexy. Perfect combination for anyone. It’s a one piece that is cut out in the back, rides up your cheeks perfectly, and the sides are open that show your plump breasts.

“Ooh okay! She’s feeling flirty and fun today!” Mia says as she sees you in your swimsuit. You do a little twirl for her as you gather your sunscreen, phone, and towel in one hand.

“I can make drinks while you get ready,” you offer as you walk out of the bedroom and towards the other half of the house together. “Yeah, if you don’t mind. I shouldn’t be too long.” Mia thanks you once more before she heads to her room.

You stop in the kitchen and find your way around it. You grab the liquor and other ingredients. Listing the items in your head you make sure you have everything in front of you. Malibu, check. Vodka, check. Peach schnapps, check. Cranberry and pineapple juice, check. Happy with that, you find two glasses and throw some ice in the bottom. You don’t care to measure anything considering that your goal is to get tipsy within the next hour or so.

As you’re making the first drink, Ari enters the kitchen. You send him a quick smile, “Good morning”, you say before your attention is back to the drinks.

He sets down a few tools that he was holding on the kitchen counter as he says, “Mornin’, you girls are drinking early, aren’t you?” His comment made you laugh.

You knew he was poking fun at you and Mia. “It’s never too early to drink.” You say finishing up the second mixer.

He hums in agreement, his eyes drinking in your figure. Your breasts look amazing from his view, tight against the swimsuit, just begging to be let out.

“Do you want a drink? I can make you something, a mocktail if you prefer.” You say smiling at him.

“Yeah sure, why not.” He smiles back at you. He doesn’t care for a drink; he just wants to see you turn around to get a good look at your ass. And it’s a great look indeed, amazing actually. Your back is turned completely away from him, reaching for another glass. Your swimsuit stretches across your cheeks perfectly. It hardly covers your ass to be honest, but he’s definitely not complaining.

You know he’s staring. What man wouldn’t? You knew wearing this would make him look without fail. You turn around after grabbing the cup, acting like you were taking your time finding another cocktail glass. To be fair you did have to look a little.

“Your swimsuit is very revealing for a one piece”, Ari comments but thankful that you wore it.

You cock your head to the side playfully, “This is hardly revealing, you should see my other swimsuits. One is basically just cloth and string.” You reply as you begin making his drink.

“Yeah? Maybe I should be the judge of that.” His words make you stop making the drink as you stare at him.

You were about to question if he was joking or not but instead say, “You’d like that wouldn’t you.” You reply teasingly, hoping that if it was a joke then you wouldn’t totally make a fool of yourself. Or have your hopes completely crushed.

He stands walking over to you. His stature intimidating you, his energy throwing you off. You can’t tell if it’s good or bad, especially with the butterflies growing in your stomach. You’re now pinned against the counter, you can smell his cologne and body wash, earthy and woody.

Ari is looking down at you with a small smile hanging on his face as he says, “No honey, it wasn’t a question. It was a request.” You feel your confidence subside a little before you confirm that he isn’t joking. He in fact wants you, like how you want him.

Without even thinking you reply, “When and where?” Now it’s your time to smirk, you’re confident again even if your heart is beating 1000 miles a minute it feels like.

Before Ari or you can say anything, else Mia’s footsteps are heard coming towards the kitchen. Ari pulls away walking back to where he was sitting. “Sorry for taking so long. I shouldn’t have bought a swimsuit with all these strings, I had to find a tutorial online.” Mia’s voice is heard walking into the kitchen.

She stops by her dad hugging him briefly before she grabs a glass from the counter. “I’m sorry again. I hope my dad didn’t bore you.” She says jokingly.

You shake your head, “No, actually we bonded a little.” You say before you and Ari share a glance of lust, Mia completely unaware. You two will definitely be getting along really well before the week is over.

It’s 10 at night by the time you and Mia have worn yourselves out. You two spent the day drinking and snacking around the lake, laying out on pool floaties, and even tried paddle boarding. Which you and her were awful at. Reminder that tiktok videos make everything seem easier especially when you’re tipsy. You and her already parted ways, you wanted a few more minutes by the lake and she was too tired to stick around. You don’t blame her though; you were going to turn to bed soon as well.

Standing up from the dock you strip off your bathing suit, so it isn’t dripping when you walk in the house. And you don’t want to be freezing walking in. You grab your belongings and wet suit as you head towards the house. You stop by a chair near the small fire pit, placing your swimsuit on the chair to dry in the warm heat. Your towel is wrapped tight around your body as you walk into the house. It’s quiet, most lights are out except the one illuminating the kitchen. You slowly walk to keep your movements quiet, so you don’t wake anyone up. You shiver a little walking to your room, fantasizing about how warm and great you’ll feel under the blankets. Reaching your room and stepping in your taken aback when you see Ari sitting on the bed.

“How was the lake?” His voice is sarcastic. He’s sitting in the middle of your bed, wearing no shirt and gray sweatpants that don’t hide his length. You avert your eyes quickly, acting like you didn’t notice.

“It was great, though paddle boarding isn’t for me. Hope I didn’t make you wait too long.” You tell him not actually caring, as you place your phone and sunscreen on top of the drawer. You make sure to hold your towel, not wanting to lose grip of it as you use the other hand to take your hair down. You turn around and he doesn’t say anything.

“Is there something you want?” you ask, knowing exactly what he’s here for.

“Where’s your bathing suit?” He’s standing now when he speaks to you. One hand meets your waist and the other on your shoulder.

“It’s laying by the water, probably asleep by now.” You joke, as you pat the top of your hair, hoping to smooth out any fizziness. He doesn’t say anything as he moves you towards the bed. He gently pushes you on the bed to sit, making you stare up at him from your position.

“I assume you don’t want to see my bikini then?” You ask smirking a little. He laughs a little at your comment. “As much as I want to see that, what’s underneath this towel is intriguing me more.” He says holding your face now.

“Take it off.” His voice is stern, and you eagerly comply. You stand up, eyes focused on his as you pull your towel off. The cool air hits your body, making your nipples swell instantly. You can feel your wetness increase as you stand there staring at him.

“On the bed, lie down.” His command is once again met. You find yourself on the bed again, back cushioned by the bed. Even with the warm blankets the anxiousness that fills you still makes you shake. You’re still in disbelief that this is happening.

His knees hit the bed, crawling towards you. He maintains eye contact as he reaches your legs. He begins to kiss your calf, his beard tickling your skin. He makes his way up to your thigh, spreading your legs for better access. He kisses the soft skin, making small nips but enough to sting in the best way possible. He then sucks a little on your inner thigh creating future small bruising no doubt. A wave of shock runs through you with his touch. His lips finally meet your pussy after what feels like eternity.

He kisses your pussy, wetness meeting his lips making him want more. His tongue then meets your attentive clit. He points his tongue licking a few times, mixing his saliva and your wetness together. He rolls his tongue over the hard bud as your heart beats faster. Your hands dig into the bed sheets, grabbing them for leverage. Circling the bud once more he takes it between his lips. He gently sucks on it like he’s nursing it. He applies a little more pressure, as you ride against his face. Creating more pressure against your clit. He grabs your thighs, arms wrapping underneath them to keep up with the pace. You moan as he flattens his tongue against your clit rubbing it with light but firm pressure. Letting you take control of the pace with your hip movements.

He then makes his way to your dripping hole. His tongue circles around it before it dips in. One of his hands finds it way to your clit, rubbing small circles into the bud. The combination of clit stimulation and tongue fucking, erupts a moan from you.

“Fuck, Ari.” You moan as he chuckles beneath you. He grips your thigh as he pulls his tongue out before it finds your other hole. You try to push his head away, but he waves you off.

“Relax.” His voice is rough as you try and do so. You’re in a state of embarrassment and pleasure as he kisses around it. Taking it slow, as slow as he can. His tongue slowly circles it a few times before flattening against it. He uses his tongue to rub against it. The wetness from your pussy creating a lube easier to tongue your hole. He uses up and down movements that make you even more wet. His hand moves back to your clit as he applies a little more pressure to your hole. At this point you’re craving his cock, fingers, anything to fill your needy pussy. His tongue makes its way from your asshole to your cunt, licking at them, creating a wet mess that will for sure cause a need to wash the sheets. His face pulls away from you, briefly looking at you before he kisses you. You taste a mixture of your wetness and mint. You dominate his upper lip as his hand finds its way to your pussy again. He slaps it quickly making you moan into his mouth.

He smiles into the kiss before asking, “you like that?” You nod at his comment, and he slaps your pussy again causing you to buck at his touch. His hand no doubt wet from you. The sting against your clit makes you crave more of his touch.

“I want to see you unravel from my fingers.” He says while his fingers rub up and down your clit and cunt. He circles the opening a little, and questions how many fingers will even fit in your little hole.

“Please, please I need it.” You beg staring up at him, holding onto him, gripping his biceps.

He grants your request as you feel two fingers enter you. The intrusion makes you throw your head back in pleasure. You whisper a few cuss words as he begins to thrust them inside you. He quickly finds your g-spot, continuing to aim against it.

“Look at me.” His voice brings you back from your thoughts. You nod as you stare at him, you thrust back on his fingers. You’re whining on his fingers. Wanting, needing more.

“You think you can fit another finger?” he asks tauntingly. You shake your head, no words able to come out.

As a third finger enters your cunt, the stretch is like no other. It’s almost too much and Ari can see that with the little look on your face. “If you can barely take my fingers then my cock won’t even fit in this slutty little hole” His comment makes you moan imagining him fucking you and filling you up. He uses his other hand to rub your clit, creating a slow pace against your nub. The combination making your back arch off the bed.

“I can’t take it.” You say as you try to stop the overstimulation. You try and grip his arm to stop but he shakes his head no.

“You can do this. I want to see you cum undone.” His voice is heavy as he stares at you as he encourages you to continue.

His pace picks up, your clit being abused by his force. Your upper body sat up watching him use your body. His fingers continuing to assault your hole, bringing you closer to orgasm. You close your eyes as you feel yourself cum undone. It feels like too much pressure coming undone. Before you know it, you’re not just cumming, you’re squirting against his hand.

“Fuck, that’s it.” He says as his fingers fuck you through your orgasm. The look on your face almost makes his cum on the spot. Head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth slightly open.

You moan his name as pleasure rips through you not caring about how loud you may be.

Once you’ve come done from your high, he makes you suck the wetness off his fingers. You tiredly do so, wanting to please him like the slut you are.

He has you exactly where he wants you. Needy, and wanting more.

#ari levinson smut #ari levinson fanfiction #chris evans fanfiction #dark smut #dark ari levinson #ari levison x reader #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x y/n #smut #draftsandrecs #its a bad idea right series

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slocumjoe · 10 months

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do you think any of the companions drink? what would their habits be?

how the companions booze it 🍻

Cait; Hard drinker who, surprisingly, can't hold her liquor. She gets drunk quickly, but takes some time to drop out of the race, so to speak. Obviously, she used drink out of trauma response, but having gotten clean from the drug addiction, Cait drinks sparingly and rarely. Like, actually eats as she does so. Doesn't drink water because Cait isn't a water drinker. Her drunkenness depends heavily on her mood pre-boozing. Her booze of choice is beer.

Curie; does not drink. However, did try wine. Did not like it. She just makes sure there's water and food available for the local alcoholics, and badgers them to partake in such necessities. The worst days at the clinic are days after a party and she likes to lessen that load as much as possible.

Danse; Alcoholic. One of the alcoholics Curie is always after. Danse drinks when he doesn't have work, to sleep. No exception. And he drinks a fucking LOT. Like...opposite to Cait, he takes a lot to get drunk, and even more to fall down. He chugs vodka, whiskey, tequila...basically, if even one shot isn't for the faint of heart, Danse takes swigs right from the bottle. It impresses some people, but he isn't doing it to impress. Danse isn't that kind of person who takes pride in his alcoholism. This problem gets worse after BB, but he gradually gets better as time goes on.

Deacon; used to have a problem, so now alcohol is kind of a...soft no. He'll have a drink. A drink. And it won't be anything too crazy. A glass of wine, a beer or two, maybe a shot. He drinks as a social thing, just to be polite. Customs, yknow? Besides, he wants to keep his head clear. Also suffers from bad hangovers. The type to spend the whole morning puking even if he didn't have that much.

Gage: Also used to have a problem. He wasn't an alcoholic, but rather, weak to peer pressure. He wanted to impress all the big tough raiders by putting away as much crap as they could. And for the most part, Gage very much could outdrink most people. But being that drunk that often is not safe for a young man in his position, and he learned real quick that its better to the smart stick in the mud than the fun, cool, vulnerable target.

Hancock; the type of guy to think his problem makes him cool and fun. Im sorry, but he is. Hancock is the kind of person who's like "yeah man I was barely walking and shit, I had like, 30 shots or something? Haha I forget dude! So I'm like half crawling back to my place and its fucking...what, 10 in the morning? And I got work in 2 hours man, and everyone on the streets looking at me weird, ahah, shit was crazy!" Hancock drinks whatever he has, with no preference or complaint. However, there's a specific brand of whiskey that burns like a mother fucker that he likes to drink to show off. Doesn't eat or drink water. Curie has yet to give up on him in all but spirit.

MacCready; the most normal, healthy drinker. He likes the occasional beer, but his soft spot is a margarita. Or a sangria. Not into alcohol on its own. He doesn't want to taste it. He'll rarely have a drink without food. Drinking water is his weakness here, as he also isn't a water person. Mac will have a beer with dinner, and maybe another, and maybe another if the vibe is right, and if he doesn't catch himself, will end up tipsy. If he doesn't catch himself at tipsy, homeboy is getting pickled.

Nick; Used to enjoy a martini, a brandy, a wine, a rum. A gentleman of refined taste. At least, thats what he'll say. OG Nick bought his alcohol based on coupons or whatever was cheap. This man drinks bud light. Now, Nick mostly just babysits people who can get drunk. But he used to have his alcohol in accordance to whatever he was eating. Sub from the shop down the corner? Donuts? Afformentioned bud light. Dinner with Jenny, homemade seafood pasta? A wine. He's big on the idea that certain drinks have rules.

Piper; wine bitch. Drinks out of a coffee mug if ones clean. If not...girly gets a straw. She doesn't have a problem, but you wouldn't know it if you saw her while she enjoyed a drink. Wine is pretty much the only drink she likes. Beer is gross, moonshine has done enough to her, vodka is too strong to be enjoyed. She likes wine because it tastes good to her. Her taste sways towards the dry ones. Because she drinks for the taste, she isn't keen on getting drunk, so Piper is good about staying fed and hydrated. When she isn't, her hangovers are...demonic.

Preston; drinks occasionally, and never wants to get drunk. He doesn't like the feeling of being drunk, though he doesn't get hangovers. Even when inebriated, Preston mama-hens and keeps everyone eating and chugging water, so he ends up taking care of himself as well. His taste is both broad and limited. He'll drink anything—provided its local. Preston will not drink a name brand. He doesn't want Heineken, he wants Craig's magic wheat poison. He doesn't want Franzia, he wants a bottle of whatever the twitchy lesbian living in a boat house has fermenting amongst the seaweed and barnacles.

X6-88; the only alcohol you could get this man to drink is alcohol disguised as dessert. Ole Smokey banana cream moonshine comes to mind. He'll know its alcohol, you can't hide it from him, but provided its tasty enough...you might get him to indulge a little. If only for the fact that its basically candy. Otherwise, he isn't drinking. He probably can't even get drunk, not without causing a shortage.

#fallout 4 #fo4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #nick valentine #x6-88 #piper wright #companions react #robert joseph maccready #porter gage

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mypookiewookiebear · 2 months

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getting high with Hetalia characters

(cause I'm kind of high and bored :P) (I just did the allies + Canada to make my life easier)

⚠ DISCLAIMER ⚠

these are just my opinions/ headcanons, if you don't like... uh, don't read pls 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

TW/CW: drugs, lots of drugs mentioned, uh I curse? mostly weed mentions, mentioned alcohol, I use gay as an insult (GUYS IT WAS A JOKE I PROMISE PLEASE)

America

I feel like most of the time he would mellow out. Like most strains would make him more chill, like purple kush.

I think he would prefer edibles, it's easier, you’re higher for longer, and I headcanon that he’s on the heavier side so the edibles are more effective.

(also he’s weak and can’t smoke for shit)

Regardless, I don’t think he smokes or takes edibles too often. I think his preferred substance is probably liquor, if anything.

England

Okay, here me out. I think he experiments with hallucinogens.

He has his little witch friends, they light a bong and do fucking magic

(my normal friday night tbh…)

But that is the craziest thing he does, plus he’s old and has a strict 9 pm bedtime.

(plus he needs his booktok kindle to read bad colleen hoover books)

I bet he has a clicker and everything so he can lay down and read his kindle

Anyway, I think he’s had his fair share of za, but gets busy so he doesn’t do it all that often.

France

Okay the haters are gonna sabotage me, but I think he smokes the least out of this group,

Does not like the way weed makes him feel, he gets sensory overload easily while high, his adrenaline spikes and makes his heart race (in a bad way).

Prefers alcohol, specifically wine, doesn’t usually get drunk or sloshed but is more comfortable being drunk than high.

Russia

More inexperienced with weed tbh.

Like he has smoked cigarettes, drinks often enough, and done an occasional hard substance, he just doesn’t see much appeal in weed.

I think he is extreme, like he either is dead sober, or sloshed from vodka. No in between

When he is high, he gets more introspective, and depressing lol.

(he thinks more about his childhood, how he felt during all that)

Canada

I wouldn’t say he’s the no.1 stoner, but he’s in the running for that.

He would totally come to a world meeting high asf

(I mean, who's gonna notice?)

No preference as far as smoking vs. edibles, but i bet he’s done some crazy crack pipe diys to smoke weed

(such as, but not limited to: making a bong out of a water bottle, hot wiring an iphone charger, and smoking out of a banana)

When he’s sober he's chill, but when he's high, legit the chillest of chill. Like owns the word chill.

More sociable and charismatic, also makes bomb ass foods.

China

Saved the best for last 😘

Guys… we did it, we found the number 1 stoner 🤯🤯🤯🤯

Kidding kidding, but he is very familiar with medicinal marijuana.

(my man has a bad back… leave him alone…)

While he has a lot of experience, rarely does he get extremely high, again mostly smokes for medicinal purposes.

But he still has a high tolerance in general, so if he does decide to get super high, he needs strong ass edibles or a full cart.

(me asf tbh)

In the event he gets high as hell, he mostly ponders… thinks about philosophy or something gay like that./j

Idk he’s not that crazy, just sits by himself and thinks about stupid shit, like the appeal of bamboo to pandas.

Side note: don’t use gay as an insult that's bad…

OK BYE GOODNIGHT

#hetalia #hetalia headcanons #aph china #aph america #aph england #aph france #aph russia #aph canada #cannabis #smoking #writing!#tumblr fucked up my formatting so i have to kill #i have an ear infection lol

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hairstevington · 11 months

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i can't tune you out (part 3)

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley x Chrissy Cunningham

Summary: Eddie and Chrissy become friends. Robin and Chrissy bond. Eddie and Steve strike a deal.

(part 1, part 2)

Word Count: 4.8K (it's a long one!)

Warnings: Rockstar!Eddie/Musician!Steve, modern day AU, enemies to lovers STILL very much enemies sorry I love a slow burn, Chrissy x Comphet, allusions to Chrissy having body issues, Hellcheer being wholesome, angst upon angst baybeeee, this chapter is very fun just bear with the boys absolutely despising each other lmao

A/N: Hello friends! From here on out, this fic will only be posted to my Ao3. If you're digging the story so far, go ahead and follow along here! To those that don't have accounts, I might be able to finesse some sort of system where I let you guys know when I've updated. Also, for those in need of Soft Steddie (tm), more "Flowers and Ink" is coming soon! Love y'all <3

Eddie got to the bar before Chrissy did, but he kind of preferred it that way. It gave him a chance to sit down, order a drink, and settle into the environment before being thrust into more chaos.

Sometimes, even though he thrived in insanity, he needed a moment to breathe. Not that he’d ever admit that out loud, of course.

“Hey, stranger!” Chrissy’s voice rang from behind him. He spun around and was surprised when she threw her arms around him, pulling him into a hug. He’d thought that she’d been extra sweet and friendly the night before because of the alcohol, but apparently that was just her vibe. It was actually really nice.

“H-hi, Chrissy,” Eddie replied, hugging her back. She pulled away after one last squeeze, then plopped herself beside him. “How’s it going?”

“Pretty good,” she answered. “I was up all night, so I slept most of the day. Now, I’ll probably be up all night again. Such is life.”

“Been there,” Eddie replied, taking a sip of his drink.

“Can I get a vodka soda and two shots of tequila, please?” Chrissy asked the bartender.

“Tequila?” Eddie asked, attempting to hide the disgust on his face. He hadn’t touched the stuff in years, after one fateful night involving a playground. Helpful tip - being drunk on a swing set is not the move.

“Tequila,” Chrissy confirmed with a smirk. “I’m invested now, and considering this is our first of potentially many drinks together, I figured we should start off with a bang.”

Eddie stared at her, blankly. She wanted to see him again after this? But he hadn’t even really done anything!

“Why are you so invested in this?” Eddie asked.

“I dunno,” Chrissy replied with a shrug. The bartender put the vodka soda down in front of her, and she started mixing it around with the thin plastic straw. “I guess I’m just kinda…bored?”

“Bored?” Eddie repeated. “How could you be bored when you’re doing all the shit you do? Going to parties and photoshoots and - I mean, you barely know me.”

“My life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be,” she responded. There was a flicker of sadness in her eyes, but it left as quickly as it had come. Chrissy sipped her drink, then thanked the bartender as she set the shots down. “Come on, let’s commemorate this!”

She took out her phone and gestured for Eddie to hold his drink up so they could take a picture. He was blown away by the whole thing, honestly. He almost texted Carla just to be like - can you believe this shit?

It all seemed too easy. She was too open to being his friend, and he didn’t know why. He’d worked hard and all that, but he didn’t feel like he was decent enough of a person to get any sort of karmic reward. So this all felt a little suspicious, but he tried to enjoy it anyway.

They did the shot. At least Chrissy had sprung for the high-quality liquor. It was still kinda nasty.

“How was the rest of the party?” he asked.

“Good,” Chrissy responded with a tight-lipped smile. She didn’t add any details, which was odd, but she spoke again before Eddie could ask any follow-up questions. “So, what’s the deal with you? People say you’re dating Steve, but you didn’t even know what he looked like last night, soooo…”

Alright, here we go.

“Yeah, well,” Eddie began. “I’m not dating him, clearly.” No sense in lying to Chrissy when she already knew.

“But you want to?” Chrissy asked. Eddie shrugged. He would have flat out told her the truth, but he was hesitant to give everything away immediately. Steve was the one with the power, and Eddie hated that. “Do I need to order us another shot?”

“Please, no,” Eddie shot back instantly. When Chrissy laughed, he realized she’d been joking. “Sorry, it’s just -”

“It’s okay,” Chrissy assured him. “Talking to people in this business is hard. You never know who you can trust. I used to be a lot more open, and then you kinda just learn that you…can’t be, most of the time.”

Eddie furrowed his brow, wondering what exactly Chrissy felt she couldn’t tell people. Even moreso, he wanted to know who had broken her trust in the past. Then, he felt a pang of guilt, since he’d been mostly excited about this drink because it would boost his fame. Everything about all of this was corrupt and morally ambiguous. He sighed.

“I’m just trying to make it out there,” Eddie admitted. “And I - I mean, I don’t know what to do, or how anything works.”

“Yeah, I remember what that’s like,” she empathized. She took a sip of her vodka soda, then turned back to Eddie. “Do you ever feel like -? I mean, do you ever feel like you’re losing your mind?”

“Uhhh, just on a daily basis,” Eddie replied. He and Chrissy smiled at each other, and he could feel her authenticity. Maybe it was stupid for him to open up to her, but he was going to do it anyway. “Chrissy, have you ever, uh - like, have you ever done one of those PR relationships?”

“Oh, yeah,” she replied, unfazed. “I can’t really say anything, but yeah. It happens a lot around here.” Eddie nodded, then sipped his drink. “Wait, are you trying to do that with me?”

“Not quite,” Eddie mumbled, his lips pressed to his glass.

“I thought you were gay,” she continued.

“I am.”

“Oh, okay.” She thought about it for a moment, then her eyes widened. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Oh,” she repeated. “Ohhhh!”

“Got any other letters?” Eddie teased. Chrissy giggled, then shoved him playfully.

“You’re funny,” she said. Eddie wasn’t used to people enjoying his often wicked sense of humor. This was refreshing. “So, who’s idea was it?”

“My manager, I guess,” Eddie answered. “Well, she told me to use what the fans were saying and to meet up with the guy. But it, uh - it didn’t go well.”

“No?” she asked, surprised. “What happened?”

Eddie wanted to keep talking to Chrissy. He didn’t care that she was famous anymore - he wanted her perspective as someone who’d been through it. He also knew that Chrissy could tear him down just as quickly as she could build him up.

“Did you mean what you said about us getting drinks more often?” he asked.

“Yeah!” she replied, smiling brightly. “Like I said, you’re funny. And I - hmm. Okay, um. This next part might sound really bad at first, but I can explain.”

“Okay…” Eddie said, feeling his walls come back up.

“I don’t really have a lot of male friends,” Chrissy admitted. “It always feels like - like they’re just waiting for their chance to strike.”

“Like, try to sleep with you?” Eddie asked. Chrissy nodded. “Oh. Christ, that sucks.”

“Yeah,” she replied with a half shrug.

He skipped the part where he doubted whether or not what she was saying was true, because it was clearly affecting her whether it was true or not. Eddie also had an urge to diffuse the tension with a joke, because that was kind of his thing.

“Chrissy Cunningham,” he stated, “- are you trying to make me your gay best friend?” She bit her lip, fighting a guilty smile. “Cuz like, I’m down, but I’ve never really done this before so I don’t know what the role entails.” She stopped fighting the smile, so Eddie continued. “I mean, is there a rulebook out there? I think there’s a movie about this on Netflix. Should I watch that first?”

“Eddie!” She interrupted, fully laughing now. Eddie joined her, feeling accomplished that he’d lightened the mood and set her at ease again. “I’m in the modeling industry, I’m surrounded by gay men all the time. It’s not just about that, I promise.”

“Okay, then what is it?” Eddie wondered. She sighed, her body much more relaxed than it had been before.

“It’s just that everybody I’m around talks about their looks all the time. I mean, it’s our job to be beautiful, I know that, but it’s tiring to just constantly hear about new diets and calories and what I should and should not eat. It’s just - it’s nice to get away from that, sometimes. You’re nothing like them, and I like that.”

“Nothing like them, huh?” Eddie smirked. “Are you saying I’m not beautiful?” She laughed and shook her head.

“Okay fine, you have one thing in common,” she teased back. “You’re not mad?”

“Nah,” Eddie said, shaking his head. “But while we’re coming clean, I definitely was excited to come here because I hoped I’d get more followers if we hung out.”

“Well, obviously,” Chrissy responded, flipping her hair. “Okay, so that’s out of the way. Can we stick together, then?”

She asked it so sweetly it made his heart ache.

“Yeah, ‘course,” he replied. He thought back to what Chrissy had said earlier about her model friends and decided to commit to being the opposite. “So, uh, I dunno about you but I could really go for some fries right now.”

Chrissy’s eyes widened.

“I’d kill for some fries right now.”

“Great,” he said, grinning. “Who are we killing?” They laughed together, and then he got the bartender’s attention so he could order.

“For the record, I’m not doing this for you.”

It took Robin less than two seconds to agree to going to the bar with Steve. Now, they were walking down the street so that they could spy on two people they barely knew but were somehow entangled with.

“I know, I know,” Steve replied.

The bar was in sight. Chrissy hadn’t tagged the location or anything, but he recognized the place because he went there often. So often that it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to show up with Robin. They’d done it before and they’d do it again.

The plan was for them to discreetly sit at a table in the back. But then they were at the door, and then they were opening the door, and then they were immediately being stared down by a blonde and a brunette at the bar.

Shit.

“Steve, what do we do?” Robin muttered rapidly.

“Uhhh,” he said, glancing over at the table he imagined they’d sit at. He thought about ignoring them and just sitting down, but they’d all already seen each other so that would have just been rude. “I think we just have to own it.”

“Own what? That we’re psychopaths?” Robin hissed.

And then, Chrissy was waving them both over to join them.

“Just follow my lead,” Steve said.

In hindsight, this plan had been really, really stupid.

Steve knew that his cover for all this was to get Robin and Chrissy in the same room again. But truthfully, Steve didn’t know Chrissy’s deal or if she wanted anything other than friendship. Steve could say this had nothing to do with Eddie all he wanted, but that wasn’t true.

He’d been wracking his brain all day to make sense of this. His fight with Eddie the night prior had been a little fuzzy, but one part of it really stuck with him.

Just a few years of King Steve bullying the school freak.

Well, that comment plus Eddie saying that Steve’s music sucked. That stung, but he wasn’t expecting someone like Eddie to appreciate his music anyway. The truth was, Steve had left high school behind, and he’d moved on, and he’d forgotten the shit he’d done back then. All that bystander crap, the teasing, the little comments that Steve didn’t understand the impact of at the time.

Steve didn’t like Eddie. He still thought Eddie was a dick. But that didn’t mean Steve hadn’t also been a dick back then.

All of this was very complicated, and the residual headache from the hangover made his head spin. Actually, the dizziness was probably also from the hangover. The thought of drinking made him want to hurl. Good thing he was at a bar, right?

“Hey!” Chrissy said as they approached. “What are you guys doing here?!” She jumped up to hug Steve, then Robin, and Steve watched as his friend acted as if the physical contact with her crush didn’t affect her.

“We, uh -” Steve began. “We come here a lot, actually. Well, I do. I live just down the road.”

His gaze drifted to Eddie, who gave Steve a knowing smirk.

“Oh my god, Robin, I’m actually so glad you’re here,” Chrissy said. “Your style is just - I mean, wow! Where do you get your clothes?”

Robin’s eyes landed on Steve’s for a nanosecond, but it was enough for him to know exactly what was going through her brain. Basically just the embodiment of a bunch of exclamation points.

“I - I usually thrift them, actually!” Robin responded.

Then, Chrissy continued asking where Robin thrifted, and whether she could come with sometime, and Steve figured they’d be at it for a while.

Huh. Maybe there would be something there after all.

Of course, while they were talking, this left Steve to either stand there awkwardly or interact with Eddie. He probably would have chosen the awkward standing, had Eddie not chosen the opposite.

“Well, if it isn’t HARVEST in the flesh. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Eddie began. He was smiling, but his tone was biting. Steve looked at Eddie, nodded his head toward Chrissy and Robin, then looked back at Eddie. He shrugged. “Ah, I see.”

“Yeah.”

“No other reason?” Eddie prodded, playing dumb.

“Nope,” Steve said. “Like I said, I live right -”

“Down the road,” Eddie interrupted. “So I heard.” Steve swallowed. He kinda felt like he was being interrogated or something. Eddie was making this extremely uncomfortable.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Steve wondered, desperately wanting this interaction to be over. Unfortunately, Chrissy and Robin were still chatting eagerly.

“Like what, HARVEST?” Eddie asked. Steve rolled his eyes.

“Steve is fine.”

“Hmm, is he though?” Eddie retorted. “I don’t think you want me to treat you like I treat Steve.”

God, Eddie knew how to push Steve’s buttons. His heart was racing, he was so mad. He clenched his jaw and considered how bad it would be to smack the smug grin off Eddie’s face.

Really bad. He knew that. He took deep breaths instead and relaxed. His hands had balled into fists at some point during the conversation. He extended his fingers out, flexing them. He was trying to leave this version of himself in the past, not bring him back. Another deep breath.

“Whatever, Munson,” Steve sighed. “I just -”

“Hey, guys?” Robin said, diverting the attention to her. She pointed to the window, where a crowd of people had gathered.

Some of them had cameras.

“Shit,” Chrissy said. “How long do you think they’ve been there?”

“I dunno,” Steve responded. “You wanna get out of here?”

“Yeah,” Chrissy agreed. Eddie and Robin looked at each other this time, both outside of Chrissy and Steve’s shared understanding.

Good thing all of them looked nice. Those pictures were gonna be all over the place tomorrow.

Steve was here a lot, so he knew the bartenders and the owners, and he also knew how to sneak out when things like this happened.

“Come on,” he said, urging Chrissy to follow him. With Steve came Robin, and Eddie sure as hell didn’t want to be left there alone, so he came too. Oh, joy.

The four of them walked past the bar and through a sign marked for employees only. They wandered through the kitchen and left out a black door that led to an alley behind the building.

“So, what now?” Robin asked once they were outside.

“I’ll give them about two minutes until they find us,” Steve replied.

“Is there somewhere else we could go?” Chrissy wondered. “I kind of don’t want to go home yet.”

“Well, I know HARVEST over here lives nearby,” Eddie said.

“Will you quit it with the HARVEST thing?” Steve complained.

“Sorry, do you prefer Harvey?” Eddie shot back. Steve groaned.

“You’re impossible.”

“Oh, boy,” Chrissy mumbled.

“I know, right?” Robin agreed. “Steve, can we go back to yours?”

“All of us?” Steve asked, knowing the answer already. It was his apartment. He could have flat out said that Eddie wasn’t allowed in. But he saw the look in Robin’s eyes, and he knew that if they all went back to the apartment, she could spend more time with Chrissy. “Alright, fine. Let’s go.”

Steve’s apartment was nice. It was huge, spacious, and all the utilities worked. It was also minimalist in that Steve hadn’t put up any decorations. He had the essentials - a couch, a TV, a table. Not much more.

“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting to have people over,” Steve said as they walked in.

“It’s beautiful,” Chrissy said.

“It’s empty,” Eddie noted. His apartment was a lot smaller, but it also was a lot more filled up. This place had nothing, basically. Eddie almost made a comment about Steve not having any money to decorate after paying what he assumed was an absurd rent, but he held his tongue.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Robin agreed. “I keep throwing ideas his way, but he’d rather live in an asylum, basically.”

“I’m not here that often,” Steve explained, shrugging. “Sue me.”

“It definitely could use some color,” Chrissy agreed. “Art on the walls, maybe a rug -”

“Yes! Exactly!” Robin exclaimed. “I even have a Pinterest board.”

“Oh my god, can I see it?” Chrissy asked. Robin nodded, and then they were both sitting across the room looking at decor or some shit. All of the logistical stuff related to interior design was beyond Eddie. He just bought things that he liked and then put them where they best fit. He didn’t know anything about color-coding, and he didn’t even know what Pinterest was.

Anyway, Robin and Chrissy bonding so aggressively and so immediately (which was interesting, to say the least) left Eddie semi-alone with Steve once again.

“Can we talk?” Steve asked, surprising the hell out of Eddie. He had given Steve zero reason to want to talk to him, he’d made sure of it. Like, Eddie had been at his maximum asshole level for a few reasons. First and foremost, it was payback for high school. Second, it was fun. And third, because Eddie didn’t like Steve, and because he currently didn’t have anywhere else to direct his anger.

He didn’t say they were good reasons.

“Uh, suuuuure,” Eddie replied. Steve gestured for Eddie to follow him down the hall so they could have some privacy.

Oh, great. Now we’re fully alone.

Chrissy was amazing. She was wonderful. She was everything Robin hoped she’d be. It was almost too good to be true. No, it was definitely too good to be true.

They were huddled over Robin’s phone, talking about color theory and decorations which turned into art and hobbies which turned into a discussion about college (Robin went, Chrissy didn’t) and then finally their conversation settled on music.

“Have you listened to their stuff?” Robin asked, gesturing towards where the boys had gone. It had been a few minutes and no arguing or fights breaking out yet, as far as she could tell. Of course, she hadn’t been listening that intently.

“Sure,” Chrissy responded. “Corroded Coffin not so much, but that’s just because I’m not into that sort of music.”

“Very fair.”

“Yeah. But HARVEST I hear all the time. That one song is literally impossible to escape from.”

“Oh, we know,” Robin replied with a laugh. “Steve secretly can’t stand it’s that song that blew up.”

“What do you mean?” Chrissy wondered.

“Like, it’s definitely his most commercial song,” Robin explained. “I’ve been listening to Steve’s music since we met, and it’s a little out there sometimes, but now that I’m used to it I’m all for it. Anyway, his favorite songs are the ones most people haven’t heard. That’s why his new album is - I mean that’s why he -”

Robin stopped herself from saying the rest. Chrissy was great, but Robin wasn’t about to spill all of her best friend’s secrets.

“That’s why he what?” Chrissy teased, nudging Robin in the shoulder.

Dammit. It was really hard to avoid temptation when temptation was someone as vibrant as Chrissy Cunningham.

“That’s why he’s so excited about it,” Robin concluded.

Thank god. I can keep my best friend card.

“Oh, okay,” Chrissy said, nodding. “I’ll have to listen to his other stuff then.”

“Let me know what you think,” Robin replied.

“Of course I will.” Chrissy smiled, then pulled out her phone. To Robin’s surprise, she handed it to her with an empty contact open.

Holy shit.

Robin typed in her name and number, then triple checked to make sure she put it in correctly before handing the phone back to Chrissy.

“There you go,” she said, doing her best to remain calm.

“Thank you,” Chrissy said. “Wow, it’s so crazy. First with Eddie, now with you. I just feel like we’re all going to be really good friends.”

Friends. GOD. Ouch.

Robin probably should have expected that. She had expected it, really, but it stung nonetheless. That was okay. They could be friends. Robin cleared her throat and hoped she didn’t sound too disappointed.

“Yeah, if the two idiots in there can get their shit together,” Robin joked.

“I know!” Chrissy agreed. “Like, what’s going on with them?”

“I honestly have no idea.” She looked down the hall, still not hearing any arguing.

If she’d been alone, she would have pressed her ear to the door and listened in, but she had to be on her best behavior. You know, for her new friend.

“Sooo, what the hell is going on?” Eddie asked once they were in a different room. It looked like an office. There was music equipment everywhere.

“I’m just gonna go ahead and tell you a bunch of shit, okay? Because the last hour or so has been crazy and I’m still kind of hungover and I’m not interested in doing a whole dance with you.”

“Yeah, you made that clear last night when you didn’t dance with me,” Eddie deadpanned.

“Jesus,” Steve exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Could you just -”

“You wanna tell me something, so skip the preamble and tell me -”

“I’m sorry, okay?” Steve snapped. “I’m sorry for - I’m sorry about high school. I was an idiot.”

Oh. Well, shit.

“Past tense?” Eddie teased.

“Go to hell.”

“Okay, okay, point taken,” he relented with a light chuckle. “Thanks. I appreciate the apology.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really,” Eddie confirmed. “Don’t worry, I’m still iffy about you for a bunch of other reasons.”

“Great,” Steve said, returning Eddie’s sarcastic tone.

“Cool,” Eddie replied. “So, is that it?”

“No.”

“No?” Eddie prodded.

“Wait, what are the other reasons?” Steve asked, losing his train of thought. Eddie scoffed.

“You want me to tell you why I don’t like you?” Eddie rebuffed. “Are you into that or something?”

“No, I just -”

“Come on, spit it out,” he demanded. “The quicker you say what you’re gonna say, the less time we have to talk to each other. What is it?”

Steve took a deep breath.

“I want my album to do well, and ever since this whole steddie thing happened, people have actually started talking about it, and -”

“Waaaait a goddamn second,” Eddie drawled. “Are you saying you want to actually, like, do the fake relationship thing?”

“No, I just don’t want to deny it,” Steve responded. “Let them talk, you know.”

Eddie almost laughed. Jesus Christ, this was rich. Eddie thought he’d be the one begging for scraps, yet here he was, in Steve’s apartment, listening to his high school bully ask him for a favor.

Eddie weighed his options. If he said no, it would feel great in the moment, but then this would be over.

The tables were turning, and he wasn’t going to let a bit of his power go to waste.

“Hmm, very interesting, Harvey,” he said. “The King’s come crawling back to the freak.” Steve scoffed.

“Our fake relationship benefits you more than me, you do realize that, right?” he reminded Eddie. “I’m just fine on my own. You get a popularity boost from this, so maybe you should try not to be a total asshole for once. I could find literally anyone else to do this with.”

The thing was, Eddie knew that wasn’t true. He could see right through the bullshit.

“You’re bluffing,” Eddie stated.

“What?”

“You’re bluffing,” he repeated. “Lest we forget you’re the one who asked me to go along with this.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Ugh, ‘lest we forget.’ Why do you talk like that?”

“You’re avoiding the question,” Edde said, his eyes boring into Steve’s.

“What question?”

“Come on, Harrington. You want me. Why?”

Steve’s eyes narrowed, but didn’t break away.

“Okay, calm down with the whole ‘I want you’ thing, alright?” Steve’s agitation was just too cute. It was so easy to rile him up. “I’m doing this for my album, just like you are.”

“Yeaaah, I don’t buy it. What else is it?” Eddie couldn’t help it. He had to keep pushing.

“There’s nothing else, Eddie.”

“Don’t tell me, then,” he teased. “Let me guess. All those years ago when you laughed at me in high school, you were really just harboring some hidden crush on me that didn’t fully come to fruition until you saw me at Frolique?”

Steve’s face went pale, and for a moment Eddie wondered if he’d gone too far.

“Oh my god,” Steve scoffed. “Could you not be a jackass for literally one second?”

“Wait, was I right?” Eddie took a step forward, intrigued by the idea.

“No, you weren’t right, Munson,” Steve insisted. “I didn’t have a crush on you, I was just a dick.”

Ah. So much for that. Eddie shook his head and smiled.

“And now you’re just so goddamn pleasant, huh?” He turned to look at all the expensive shit Steve kept in there - high-tech recording equipment, instruments, microphones, sheet music.

“Usually, yeah,” Steve replied. “I’m actually nice to most people.” Eddie’s eyes were still focused on the sheet music, an increasing curiosity within him, but he held back and returned his focus to Steve.

“Aw, so I’m the exception? See, I knew I was special.”

If being a dick was so bad, then why was it so fun?

“Seriously, what’s wrong with you?” Steve asked.

“Oh god, sooooo many things,” Eddie replied. He meant it, too. He knew he had issues, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to talk to Steve about them. “And for the record, I can be pleasant too. Just ask Chrissy.”

“When did you get so close with her, anyway?”

“Since about an hour ago,” Eddie answered. “Anyway, I’m an absolute delight, Harrington. I only bite when it’s fun.”

“Then you must be having the time of your goddamn life,” Steve remarked.

It wasn’t not true, but once again, Eddie needed to be unpredictable. He just had this compulsive need to throw Steve off, to keep him guessing. Yeah, being an asshole to Steve Harrington was fun, but Eddie didn’t forget how much he hated the guy and everything he stood for.

“God, I wish,” he replied. “I hate this, but I’ll have fun when I can. I mean, my career is important, too. Why do you think I made a big fool of myself at that party? I fucking danced in public so that I could talk to you. I already told you - I don’t like your music, or your weird persona, and I don’t really care for you off-stage either.”

“Yeah? Well, the feeling is mutual,” Steve shot back.

Eddie smirked, a fire within him that somehow bloomed and burned at the same time. Matter is neither created nor destroyed right? Eddie was never that good in school, but that phrase always stuck with him. The fire - the anger, the pain, the hurt - it fueled him and it broke him down. An endless cycle. What he loved. What he didn’t. All of it was the same.

“Let me be fucking clear,” Eddie said. “I’m not doing this because it’s fun. I’m doing it because I get something out of it, got it?”

“Got it,” Steve replied. The air between them was tense, and it made Eddie feel alive.

“Okay,” he said at last. “Then we’ll let them talk.”

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i-write-sin-not-tragedy · 3 months

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Question about the hazbincule, in a scenario where they're all ordering drinks, what kind of stuff do you think they order?

Oh, this is a fun one!! Anon, you have accidentally struck gold with me. i worked with alcohol for many years. i know way too much about this stuff, LOL

Charlie!

Definitely a very light-and-sweet-drink kinda girl. Like sweet red wine (im talking Stella Rosa Black Label levels of sweet) or a strawberry daiquiri. She doesn't drink often, rarely gets drunk, but also drunk-Charlie is a RIOT to be around. She's constantly flippiny between excited and hyped, sobbing her eyes out and covering the nearest person in hugs and kisses.

Angel!

He's the "I'll drink anything if it gets me drunk" type but also much prefers hard liquors. Like, yeah, he'll drink anything, but if he has his pick, he's picking something sharp and strong. Vodka is probably a big go-to. My man can do shots faster than you can blink LOL

Although when it comes to a chill sipping drink, i think he gives Margarita vibes? Strong, but nice to sip at.

Alastor!

He is definitely brandy or rum and Coke type. I think rum and coke is probably the most "modern" style drink he'll actually tolerate.

He might drink scotch, if he's feeling it.

He's that guy who has that little side bar in his office with the bottle of fancy brandy and a few nice glasses. You know the one i mean.

Vaggie!

She doesn't cross me as a big alcohol person? Might sip at Charlies drink to try it, but She probably takes on the "Designated Driver" role a lot purely because she's not super into drinking. But i can see her liking beer. But like GOOD beer. Craft beer. A cold bottle of Estrella is probably her go-to.

Husk!

Im trying to think if his favorite type of alcohol is ever mentioned?? I don't remember it ever being brought up- but i can see him into Brandy as well, maybe? Actually i can see him and Alastor oddly bonding over a nice glass of brandy.

Truely, i think Husk would vibe with anyone that sits down in front of him. He's good at matching energy.

The mans a bar tender, he probably has his own personal concoction he's come up with to make for himself. I also love the idea of him sitting there making up drinks for the hotel.

Niffty!

She has looked Husk dead in the eyes and demanded "whatever will hurt the most"

She's lowkey banned from the bar after the last time she got drunk. No one speaks of that incident.

Sir Pentious!

He WANTS people to think he's fancy and tries to drink dry red wines. But actually, it finds them gross and much prefers sweet stuff. He thinks hes sneaky about it but its pretty obvious he doesn't like wine LOL

He and Charlie actually agree a lot on drinks and have tired a few different fun sweet mixtures

(The look on Husks' face when they asked him to make a grass hopper was priceless)

#cloud accidently rambling his knowledge of alcohol for an hour whoops qkcmwkdksk #☁️💬#hazbin hotel #angel dust hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #sir pentious hazbin hotel #husker hazbin hotel #niffty hazbin hotel

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Against the Tide - Part II

Summary: Your life takes an unexpected turn as the leader of the biker gang that took over your town sets his eyes on you.

Warnings: physical abuse, graphic violence, prepare your flashlights.

Characters: Dark!Biker!James Conrad x F!Reader, Michael from Legion and Billy Lee from Bad Times at the El Royale (biker au)

A/N: Feeling like garbage today so a short chapter for now. Have a great day ahead 💙

As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and reblogs would be amazing. And of course, I hope you guys enjoy! 💙

Against the Tide Masterlist

Strums of a guitar and a local singer's voice fill the general store's void as you peruse through the aisles. It feels unusual to run errands on your own, always having Eleanor around to do the purchasing and you simply being her driver. But Ol’ Sammy’s knee was hurting since two nights before, and today was the only day they found someone to drive them off to the city to visit his doctor.

You offered to drive for them, something you would prefer than stay in town on your day off. But Sammy waved you off, telling you that a trip to the clinic and waiting for an old couple is no way to spend your day. You still told them you wouldn’t mind, telling them you want to see the city, but all the same, they insisted you stay.

Basket in hand, you grab the items needed at home; preserved fruits for Eleanor’s baked goods, some detergent for the laundry, some toiletries needed to be replenished, and other essentials that she listed down for your to grab.

You pass by the liquor aisle and smile when you see the rows of vodka lined up. You grab one for Sammy to help with the pain in his knees, a secret you both share, and pick another for yourself—a reward after Nick thanked you for how you handled James and his goons when they visited the bar.

Stuffing the bottles in the basket and you make your way to the counter but stop when you hear your name being called. You turn your head to where you heard it and frown when you see Bill, your father, anger evident on his face as he stands tall at the end of the aisle.

He calls your name again and you roll your eyes in annoyance. You’re certain that he followed you here from Sammy’s place, taking advantage of Eleanor’s absence—you got to admit, for a small woman, Bill fears her—to harass you once more of his cries for payment owed. You continue on with your way to the register, placing your items on the counter and waiting for the clerk to ring them up.

“Where’s my money, you leech?” Your nose scrunches from his alcohol-laced breath when Bill stands too close.

“I owe you nothing.” You sneer and make your payment, telling the man to keep the change before picking up the paper bag. “You want money, get a fucking job.” You shove him away and head to the exit, eager to get back in the truck and continue on with your day.

You check the list again, pork chops and chicken thighs—expensive, you note and hum as you think of a way to barter with Isiah for a few extra cuts of the meat. But as soon as you make it past the threshold, your grocery bag drops to the floor when you’re suddenly pushed forward, the bottles of vodka breaking against the asphalt floor and wincing when you feel a scrape on your palms and arms upon the impact.

“What the fuck?!” You cough and hiss when your scalp burns when your hair is pulled back roughly, your neck craning high, and seeing Bill stand over you. “You basta—” But your words come out as a grunt as you’re kicked to your side, making you turn on your back and squint as you’re faced with the bright rays of the sun.

“You ungrateful bitch!” Bill snarls and you grunt once more when his foot meets your ribs again. “I should have just killed you! You and your whore mother!”

“Then do it! Fucking kill me, asshole!” You spit and then gasp when a weight drops down on your chest when he sits on top of you. And before you can open your eyes and move to push him away, your head snaps to the side, pain ringing throughout your face when he cracks his fist against your cheek.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

The punches keep coming in, relentless that you begin tasting the metallic tang of blood scattering on your tongue. You try to fight back, raising your arms to claw at him, to stop him from his assault, but his hand only finds purchase around your neck, squeezing tight as he continues to rain his fist down on your face.

You’re short of breath and you feel that you would die there and then, that you would finally meet your mother on the other side. You think of how pathetic your death would be, pummeled to death by your stupid excuse of a father in the middle of town for everyone to see yet anger bursts just as much within as you find no one stopping from him completely ending your life.

But all of a sudden, the punches stop and you gasp as his weight leaves you all the same. You try to open your eyes to see what was happening but grunt instead as your face pulses from the beating. You hear a scuffle ensue at your side, Bill’s voice full of rage as he shouts profanities at the ones that stopped him, and a pained grunt echoes through the streets as a bone-crunching sound whips into the air.

Your head lols as you’re suddenly lifted from the ground and you groan in response when you hear someone speak to you. You can’t make out their words, their voice muffled as you slowly feel yourself begin to slip in and out of consciousness.

Your body then feels light and a loud roar momentarily pulls you from the darkness. You see the road, feel the breeze brush against your face, you hear that voice once again, closer this time and before you can even respond, you welcome the arms of darkness to take you, falling into the comforting oblivion.

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lesbianneopolitan · 9 months

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A great compilation of most recent headcanons of my Neo like (I may have mentioned a bunch of these before but):

1. Despite her wild personality, she loves to have her room all tidy and in order. It's harmonious for her. This counts even for places she's just passing by, like hotel rooms and such.

2. Her favorite alcoholic drinks are those that are sweet as hell. Caramel Vodka, lollipop liquors, strawberry gin with some soda and the like. She may add even sweeter treats to them, like gummies, marshmallows, chocolate and so on.

3. She loved to drive the gamer community insane by recording videos of Semblance-modified gameplays. Impossible secrets, cheats, and the like.

4. Despite having her hands covered by gloves the 99% of the time, when she doesn't, one can perceive she paints her nails pink and brown, alternating on each finger. Same with her toes.

5. She loves to smell sweet to go with her appearance, so her main perfumes include strawberry and whipped cream, vanilla and cotton candy. Ironically enough, despite smoking, she hates the smell and ends up trying to cover it with more perfume before taking a bath later.

6. Her hair is incredibly soft to the touch, even her pink layered side- being close to cotton candy in texture.

7. Her eyes change color to indicate moods at times: two white eyes when she's scared or stressed, and right brown + left white when she's specially sadistic and enjoying the moment.

8. One of her favourite ways to drink tea is with milk, even if she won't reject the most classical brews.

9. Even if she has a morning routine to exercise, she's not exactly a morning person. Crime works better at night, so her 'morning' is usually around 11am. Despite her own habits, she adapts quickly to any schedule if needed. And needs no alarms to wake up at x time.

10. This Neo is a Pisces. Born March 1st. A sign said to be very creative, intuitive and dreamy. Furthermore, the twin fishes represent what she is, in a way. With the duality of what she once was.

11. By herself, she was the one to bury Roman's remains in a park they both used to love. The makeshift grave at Vale's cemetery is actually symbolic, even if it's the one she visits the most.

12. It's on rare occasions, but Neo still likes to play violin in her intimacy from time to time.

13. Post-possession her nails grow faster and shaped liked claws- hating them, she obsessively tries to cut them all the time, specially when she prefers having her whole hands covered by gloves.

14. Neo hates the feeling of sleeping alone, so if she's not sleeping and clinging to a partner, she clings to a stuffed toy instead, or a pillow.

15. Despite having been used to get one-night stands from clubs and the like, Neo HATES clubs and crowded places. Too loud for her.

16. Her body temperature tends to lower pretty fast, so she gets cold easily when in the right weather. It's why she loves finding excuses to get cozy and warm, specially if her partner is close.

17. She actually hates some foods because of texture, not because of taste. It happens with many vegetables and it's what makes her 'picky'.

18. Her senses actually heightened to that of a cat post-possession. Not being used to be more sensitive, she's still getting used to the better hearing and smell sense specially. At least she can see in the dark now-

19. She still has a lot of nightmares about her past, but specially of more recent events, like Roman's death and the possession by the CC. SPECIALLY the possession of the CC as of late.

20. Sometimes she uses her Semblance to 'bind' her chest if she doesn't feel like dealing with the burden of her titties.

21. Her favorite bubblegums are those that are filled with a sweet strawberry syrup inside. She likes the sensation of chewing and it exploding inside her mouth before she starts to munch it properly.

22. One of the musicians she listens the most to, is Halsey (Remnant equivalent, anyway, I'm making this canon to her)

#neo.txt #Headcanon #Neopolitan #long post #LET'S GOOOOOO!

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astragazer · 2 years

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Miya Atsumu x Reader

ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴍᴏᴜꜱ ᴍꜱʙʏ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴊᴀᴄᴋᴀʟꜱ ꜱᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ, ᴍɪʏᴀ ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ, ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜱɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏʜ ꜱᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴏɴ.

ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ: ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ

ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ ʟɪɴᴋ: ʟɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴍᴏɴ || ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ

ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱᴋɪᴘ | ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴀɴᴛ | ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ʟᴇᴍᴏɴ

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

As a setter, Miya Atsumu knows he is always in control. He had been a setter since grade school and perhaps that’s why he grew up believing that even outside the court, he can be in control of things.

He had been in control of almost everything in his life, especially when it comes to his not so really private sex life, he had always taken the rein. At least not until now.

It was one of his usual night after a good match at the V. League, he would go to his favorite club in Shinjuku, reward himself with some high-end liquor and casual sex afterwards. But recently he started to feel somewhat bored, growing uninterested. It was never a problem for the famous V. League setter to get women, but that night, he only had one particular woman in his mind.

You, whom Atsumu recently saw during the match earlier that day. You who exceptionally stood out from the crowd of people in the front seat, with your striking sharp slanted vixen-like eyes, rouge lips and tight obsidian black dress that accentuate your already distinct appearance.

And when Atsumu thought he wouldn’t see you again after the match, here you are, sitting next to him on the stool in the bar island with a glass of vodka. Unlike earlier, you’re now wearing a vermilion one-sleeve dress and your hair tied in a messy bun with strands falling on the side of your face that Atsumu was so tempted to brush behind your ears.

“Isn’t it rude?” you asked, talking for the first time as you turned to Atsumu. “To just stare,”

Atsumu chuckled, averting his gaze instinctively but staring back at you almost instantly. “Then how about we talk?”

You raise an eyebrow and turn completely to him, one leg on top of the other, inviting a start of a conversation with him.

“I’ve seen you earlier during the match,” Atsumu said. “I thought you were there to watch your boyfriend. Turns out, I was wrong?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend, Mr. No. 13.” you took a sip of your vodka, relishing the taste of liquor as it passed down your throat, aware that the guy sitting beside you moved a bit closer before you put your glass down.

“You remembered my jersey number but not my name,” he said, moving closer to you and you didn’t show any sign of pushing him away as you put your elbow on the island and prop your chin on your knuckles.

“Miya,” you said before he moved close to your ear.

“It’s Atsumu for you, vixen.”

You felt his warm breath tickle your ear and you put your arm on his shoulder, your hand at the back of his head as he leaned down, his lips touching your bare shoulder.

“Atsumu,” you whispered his name and as if the mere mention of it was a spell, you felt Atsumu moved his lips to your neck and luxuriated in your expensive perfume while you leaned your head back, giving him more access to your neck. “It’s not vixen, it’s Y/n for you.”

“Y/n,” he muttered, moving his head and leaning back to look at you.

Now that he’s closer, he can see just how sharp your eyes were, and how he realizes he prefers women who look feisty than sweet.

“Tell me, Atsumu,” you started, arm still propped on his shoulder. “When was the last time you hooked up with someone?”

“It was after the match against Adlers, two months ago.”

“Two months ago?” you asked along with a light chuckle but oddly enough Atsumu didn’t find it offensive, if anything he found it quite sexy. “You haven’t been inside someone for two months? Don’t you think you gotta put that third leg of yours to work or it might end up being useless plumbing hanging between your thighs.”

“What about you, huh? When was the last time someone was inside you?”

You leaned back, putting your hand on his shoulder. “Longer than the last time you hooked up with someone.” Atsumu genuinely looked surprised. But before he could say anything, you continued, changing the topic. “I heard you’re a setter. Don’t setters have some, y’know, control issues?”

“I wouldn’t go so far as to word it like that, but yeah, I do prefer being in control as a setter.”

You pushed yourself back and Atsumu furrowed his brows. Usually when he hooks up with women, they would always look interested in him being a setter, in him being in control. But just about now you looked uninterested.

“Then we’re not compatible.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well I’m a woman who likes dominating more than being dominated,” you said, downing the remaining vodka in your glass before opening your purse and putting cash on the counter. “Both in bed and in life.”

You pushed yourself up and stood, hand brushing on Atsumu’s shoulder as you leaned next to his ear. “And that’s what makes us incompatible, Mr. No. 13.”

But just as you lowered your hand and took a step, you felt his hand around your wrist and Atsumu stood up after putting cash on the counter as well. He stood in front of you, moving closer. He couldn’t find himself getting tired of looking at your feisty vixen-like eyes, he could stare at it for hours.

“I wouldn’t mind,” he started, moving closer. “For tonight, I wouldn’t mind being dominated, only if it’s you.”

And perhaps it was the reason why Atsumu had grown uninterested in the women he hooked up with. All of them had one thing in common. They have always shown pleasure when they’re underneath a dominant alpha male. And Atsumu had grown tired of that system, where men had to be on top and women had to submit to them.

That night, he found himself being underneath, not being in control, for the first time in his life.

“Your place, or mine?” Atsumu asked once you’re in his car and he had started the ignition.

“How about neither?” Atsumu looked at you. “Let’s go to a hotel, I’ll pay.”

Even in choosing which hotel, you were the one in control. And once you two are in the suite, barely in the hallway, you two were at it. Lips crashing with each other, tongues inside each other’s mouths and the sound of heavy breathing and moans broke the silence of the place. At some point you managed to get in bed with clothes thrown haphazardly on the floor on the way.

Until you were only in your pair of black Victoria’s Secret underwear, a strapless push-up bra that made those assets of yours appear bigger than they are, not that the size of your tiddies ever mattered to you. But it somehow does to Atsumu as it was the first thing he groped when you were straddling his waist.

Not a few seconds later though, you took his hands and held them above his head. “If you want to play with these knockers, I’ll tell you when you can play with ‘em.”

Atsumu didn’t try to move his hands, but he guessed that if he does, he will still have somewhat of a hard time getting away from your grip, you had quite a firm grip and for some odd reason, he liked the thought of you manhandling him, not that you weren’t already straddling him with your hands holding his arms in place above his head.

You leaned down and sealed his lips with yours, the kiss turned rougher almost instantly and you can feel him growing under you, his dick bulging in his trunks. You nibbled on his lower lip and bit it before leaning back from the kiss, your rouge lipstick staining his lips and you lowered one of your hands to brush the red paint on the side before your hand slowly traveled down.

Your fingers drawing invisible patterns down his chest, his toned stomach and finally down his trunks where you took his bulging dick out and looked down.

“A few kisses and you already had a boner? You’re a healthy athlete, alright,” you said, holding the shaft, feeling it throb under your palm as you moved down, letting go of his wrists completely.

You saw pre-cum trickling down as you put your thumb on the tip and Atsumu involuntarily grunted. You rubbed circles on the tip, more pre-cum leaking out. You leaned down and let your tongue out, licking the shaft upwards before you leaned back to see how much he’s dripping pre-cum now.

“Ah, ah,” you said, looking up at Atsumu, making your eyes more slanted than they were. “You’re not allowed to cum until I say so. Hold it in.”

“Holding it in…” he muttered, adjusting himself. “Isn’t exactly good. And it’s hard to hold it in when you press it like that.”

Your thumb pressed more on the tip and Atsumu’s head fell back, his Adam's apple bulging in his throat as he gulped down. You took a condom in your purse, in case he doesn’t have one and you don’t remember where his pants were on the floor.

“I don’t like it squirting on my face, I don’t like swallowing it either, so hold it in for a second,” you said, putting the rubber in his length before moving up as you unhook your bra and letting it fall on his stomach, then you moved to take off your underwear before lining your entrance on his throbbing cock.

Slowly, you lowered yourself down, your walls opening up to his length as you felt your own pre-cum acting as lubricant to thrust it in easier. It didn’t take long until you had all of him inside you and Atsumu’s hands held your waist.

You started to move your hips, bouncing on him as you held his hands. Your hair had fallen down your shoulders, your heartbeat increasing its pace as did your movements. The sound of skin slapping against skin and your moans filled the room.

“Ah, fuck it!” Atsumu grunted, the pleasure building up in his system like it never had before. “I’m about to cu–”

“Not yet,” you said, leaning down.

“Not when your pussy’s squeezing my dick. I’m seriously about to lose it.”

You felt his hands grab your bum, his nails digging on the soft skin as you continued to bounce on him. His length throb inside you and you felt your walls tightening and getting more slippery as you felt it building inside you. You took his hand from your back and held it up to your bust as Atsumu fondled it, only adding to the amount of pleasure in you.

When you felt yourself about to go over the edge, you felt Atsumu quickened his pace and with one last thrust he pulled out as you finally succumbed to a much needed release. You felt your insides tingling, your thighs trembling from riding him and your heartbeat quickening. But Atsumu felt twice as much as what you’re feeling as he lay on his back.

“How did it feel, not being in control?” you asked, leaning down as your chest touched his.

“It felt so goddamn good I want to do it all over again.”

And you did, finding out he does get hard quite easily. You thought you’d forgotten how good sex is when you’re the one in control, and with Atsumu, you finally remembered how much of an ecstasy it brought you. The sound of skin slapping against skin, the sweet sound of both your names being moaned by each other, and the scent of expensive perfume and sex mixing in the air, it was a long night filled with pleasure and euphoria.

And in the end you had one thought in mind, as you straddled him, with you on top and him underneath. But in one swift motion Atsumu sat up and held you closer as you fell on his shoulder.

“Ah, fuck patriarchy,” you muttered, feeling his hand on your bare back.

“And I wouldn’t mind being fucked and dominated by a woman,” he said and you leaned back to look at him. “Only if that woman is you.”

It was the night the famous MSBY Black Jackals setter, Miya Atsumu, found himself in a situation where he is not the one in control for the very first time in his life and how he realized your dominance was oh so turning him on.

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Unattainable Part V (Eddie X Theater Girl)

Warnings: Cute Eddie Munson, mentions of abuse, Theater girl has an alcoholic mom

Word count: 3,091

The bar smell smacks me in the face as soon as Eddie opens the door. The distinct odor of cigarettes and liquor cling to the air. The building is slightly packed with people dressed to the nines in their grungy wear. As we make our way to a table, I notice there are a couple of groups here about our age if not a little bit older. A band is already thrashing around on stage to a song I do not recognize. It’s amazing.

Eddie’s hand lightly grazes my back; pulling me closer to him as he talks over the music. “I’m gonna grab a drink! What do you want?!”

“Surprise me! I trust you!” He grins and slides towards the counter. I’m not a huge alcohol person so I don’t really have a preference. My mom loves her Vodka. My dad was always partial to Whisky. Usually in Hawkins the kids just chug back whatever they can get their hands on. I close my eyes and take a deep breath in. I’m immediately transported back to when I was little. My dad standing on the couch, cigarette in hand, playing an air guitar along with a song on the radio. I try mimicking his motions with my little hands.

“There you go! There you go, baby girl! Strum that guitar!”

The sound of glasses clinking down on the table startle me. “Hey. You okay?” Eddie asks voice filled with concern. The band that was on stage finished their set and the bar was now much quieter.

“Yeah. I’m fine. Thank you. What,” I bring the glass of liquid slowly towards my lips, “is this?”

“Just regular Berger beer, my lady.”

As I take a small sip, I notice Eddie take two big gulps from his own glass. He notices me looking and sets his glass back down on the table. “Thirsty?” I ask, amused. He gives me a wicked grin as he reaches into his pocket to pull out his cigarettes.

For the next few hours, we sit there and talk between sets. The bands that play are actually pretty good. Some play their own songs but most are playing covers. Like the first time since I saw him with the Hellfire club, I can tell Eddie is in his element. The way he talks about the music and bangs his head while singing along is just a wonderful sight to behold. It’s extremely infectious and has me laughing along with him.

“Do you wanna dance!?” Eddie shouts over the table.

“Oh god no! Trust me! You don’t want me dancing!”

“Oh, come on! You’re fine!” He lightly pulls my arm, guiding me out of my chair. He leads us towards the stage area near where the band is playing. He takes both my hands in his, pushing my arms back and forth, making me sway. His head start banging and moving around with the beat of the drums. I try to stifle my laugh, biting my bottom lip. I start to move with the music as well, banging my head along with the rhythm. The sound of the beat starts to tether off. All I hear now is Eddie and my heavy, out of breath cackling.

“You guys have been great! Thank you for listening and coming out. We have one more song for you here. Hope you enjoy our version of it. I know my girlfriend does!” The lead singer shouts into the microphone on stage. There’s a brief pause before the band begins to play “Wonderful Tonight” by Eric Clapton. Goodness, I haven’t heard this song in so long.

Eddie grabs my hand with the intent of leading us back to our table but my feet don’t move. He turns around abruptly, slightly confused. It’s my turn to grab both of his hands, leading him back where we were near the stage.

“It's late in the evening She's wondering what clothes to wear She puts on her makeup And brushes her long blonde hair”

Reaching around me, I place his hands on the lower part of my back as I wrap my arms around his neck. We slowly start to sway side to side dancing with the music.

“And then she asks me "Do I look all right?" And I say, ‘Yes, you look wonderful tonight’”

Eddie leans his head down, placing his forehead on mine. I can feel his arms wrap tighter around my waist.

We go to a party And every one turns to see This beautiful lady Who's walking around with me

Moving both my hands to cup his face, I pull his lips to mine. The kiss is extremely soft at first; almost like he’s afraid of pushing a boundary with me. But then it slowly builds into something more determined.

And then she asks me "Do you feel all right?" And I say, "Yes, I feel wonderful tonight"

Our lips pull way but his forehead stays resting on mine. My hands slide down from his face to his chest. I can feel his heart beating extremely fast. I let out a tiny laugh, “Are YOU ok?”

He lifts his head so his eyes meet mine wearing a smile that stretches from ear to ear. “I’m good. It’s just… if you had told me my stalking tactics would have worked this well, I would have done it sooner.” I playfully push him away.

The song ends and people in the bar begin to clap. “Hey dude!” The lead singer leans into his microphone and points at us. “Do not fuck that up! She seems like a good one!” Eddie’s arm reaches around my waist again pulling me to his side.

“Hey man! She’s the best one!” he shouts. I can hear a few “Awes” ripple through the bar making me roll my eyes.

“Ok, dork. Let’s go.” I pull on his jacket sleeve leading him away. “I need to get back home.”

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Eddie pulls over about a block away from my house.

“It’s just a little further up.” I say, pointing up the road.

“I know.”, he pauses as if he’s trying to find the right words. “You know you don’t have to go back there tonight.” I glance over at him, confused.

“I’m not sure what you’ve heard about me, Edward Munson, but I’m not a ‘sleep with someone on the first date’ kind of gal.’”

“Oh my god. No, no no! I don’t mean it like that.” He starts to ramble over his words. “I definitely didn’t mean it like that. I just…look I’m just going to say this. I don’t know what your home situation is like and I never want you to feel like you have to tell me anything you don’t want to. But when my dad was being himself, I would leave and stay with my uncle or friends or just anywhere else till he cooled off. I don’t know if your situation is anything like mine was but—”

I turned his face abruptly towards mine and kiss him. His big hand reaches up to cover the one I had resting on his cheek. When we pull apart, Eddie lets out a deep sigh and his brown eyes meet mine.

“I don’t like the way she talks to you.”

“I know--”

“No,” he interrupts,” I don’t like it. I don’t like the idea of you going in there and being alone with her like that.”

“Hey. “, I start calmly trying to reassure him. “Listen to me. I’ve been living with her like that for years. She’s all bark with very little bite. She’s…” I exhale as I look out the windshield up the street. Eddie’s eyes never leave my face. “She’s just been through a lot. She needs someone to take care of her.”

“Yeah? And who takes care of you?”

His words make me flinch. I had been taking care of myself for so long I hadn’t really thought about it. I couldn’t afford to. I felt myself start to get angry. Not at Eddie exactly but at being questioned, upset at the situation.

“I do!” I snap at him, yanking my hand away from his. “I do and you know what? I’m fine with that! I don’t need anyone to take care of me. I can take care of myself and if that’s a problem for you then I’m sorry.” I gather my things and jump down from his van. After slamming his door, a bit too dramatically, I start to make my way up the subdivision.

I don’t very far till I hear the sound boots shuffling quickly behind me. “Hey! Ok, wait wait wait!” Eddie maneuvers around me so he’s blocking me from walking farther.

“It’s fine, Eddie. It’s seriously not a big deal. Just move.”

“Can you wait a minute?!” he shouts. “I’m not…you’re acting like I’m attacking you. I’m not. I’m worried, ok!? I know what it’s like living in a home like that!” He runs his hands frustratingly through his mane of hair. He lows his voice and I can see his eyes soften with empathy. “I just want you to know you have a safe space to go to. You’re safe with me.”

I feel my defensive wall start to deflate. Taking small steps towards him, I reach out to hold his hand and guide him towards my house. We walk in silence till we reach my front door. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you. I appreciate the offer. I really do. Trust me. I’m ok.”

He reaches forward putting a lose strand of my hair behind my ear. “You can keep telling me you’re ok but I’m still going to worry. I meant what I said. You deserve better. And I’m telling you now if she tries anything like that in front of me again—”

I reach up to cover his mouth with my hand, smiling. “Ok! Ok. You’re my knight in shining armor. I get it.” He delicately pulls my hand away and uses it to pull me in for another kiss. “I had a lot of fun tonight. Thank you.”

He places his palm over his heart and bows. “My pleasure, my lady. I’ll call you tomorrow, ok?”

I nod as I turn my key and enter the front door. After I lock it, I can hear snoring on the couch in the living room. Silently practically tiptoeing over, I see my mother passed out. I reach across her to grab the blanket hanging off the back of the sofa wrapping it around her sleeping frame. I glance at the coffee table and notice a grumbled piece of paper next to her empty vodka glass. When I open it, I am met with the smiling faces of my mother and father holding me as a baby. I always wonder what they were like in those early years. I imagine they are really happy like they seem in this photo.

Did they have dates like the one I just went on? Did my dad ask her to dance? Did he make her laugh? Did they talk on the phone for hours? Where did things go wrong? How did things get to where they are now? What if I do that to Eddie? What is he hurts me? What if…

I throw the photo back on the table and make my way upstairs. Thirty minutes later I still find myself wide awake staring at the ceiling. I roll over in my bed and reach for the phone.

“Geez. I said I would call tomorrow. Why are you so obsessed with me?” Eddie’s voice is filled with fake disgust.

“How did you know it was me?”

“I have a great view from the bushes outside.” He laughs at his own joke. “Who else would it be at 2 in the morning?” Eddie pauses for a moment. “You ok?”

“You ask me that a lot.”

“You’re right. I should stop caring.”

“I’m fiiiiiine!” I exhaustedly giggle out. “Just can’t sleep. Will you talk to me for a little bit?”

“Of course.”

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The next couple of weeks go by in a blissful blur. Eddie and I went on a few more dates. We went to the theater to see an utterly disgusting scary movie called “The Fly” which is about the ever-sexy Jeff Goldblum turning into a gigantic fly. Eddie grinned the entire time.

“Ugh! How can you stand those gross effects?!” I ask sticking out my tongue in disgust.

“Because they are fake and awesome and disgusting and I love it!”

He invited me to witness a D & D Campaign with his friends in Hellfire. I genuinely tried to pay attention and learn the rules but it just flew right over my head. It didn’t help that I was distracted by Eddie once again with his theatrics. How can you not be? He gets so animated and invested in the characters and his stories.

“Not that I’m complaining but what was that for?” he asks after I suddenly pulled him in for a light kiss on the lips as he was gathering his materials for us to leave.

“No reason. You’re just adorable is all.”

We went to the pizza place a couple of times after school where I tried to help him with some of his homework.

“NONE of this makes any sense.” Eddie whines, leaning his head on my shoulder pretending to cry.

“Ok, now you know how I feel you try to explain your game to me.” I chuckle at him.

“Yeah, but it’s still cute as hell watching your nose crinkle when you’re trying to understand.” He leans in and places a peck on my cheek.

“Oh, and this”, I gesture at him, “isn’t cute?”

“To be fair, I’m never not adorable.”

“Oh my god.” I sigh out a laugh as I roll my eyes.

Today, we were supposed to have another movie date but once he hopped in the van, he glanced at me before starting the ignition.

“I was wondering, uh, would you like to come over and watch a movie at my trailer? We can order in and just relax.”

“Oh. Okay. That sounds like fun.” I would be lying if I said I wasn’t slightly nervous. It had been a while since I’d been to ANYONE’S house let alone a boys.

“Don’t forget to wear protection! That’s how we ended up with you!” I hear my mother’s voice echoing in my head as the van starts to drive down the street. No, no, no. I’m not going to let you ruin this. It’s just a movie night anyway. It’s okay. Shut up! As we come to a stop light, I feel Eddie’s eyes peek over at me. He casually reaches for my hand, lacing our fingers together. His thumb tenderly rubs the back of my hand as if he’s trying to comfort me.

It doesn’t take long for us to get to his place. Once inside I take in my surroundings. I had talked to Eddie so many times over the phone but this the first time I actually get to see where he’s talking to me from.

“Sorry. The maid’s on vacation.” He states half jogging ahead of me to grab any trash he sees.

“It’s ok. Really.” I respond while grabbing his arm to try and slow him down. We walk down the hallway into his bedroom. It’s exactly what you would picture Eddie’s room to look like. There were metal band posters all over the walls. Different size amps for his guitars were everywhere. On the dresser was his stereo and scattered around was many cassettes. There were cassettes everywhere! I leaned down and picked up the closest one on his bed holding it up in the air for him to see.

“Metallica.” He grins as he grabs it from my hand. “What? It’s music!”

“I didn’t say it wasn’t!” I say smiling back at him as I tilt my head in amusement. “I’m curious as to why it’s over here and not, say, near the stereo?”

“I just bought it! I was going to listen to it but then some girl called me and we ended up talking for hours.” I playfully nod my head at him while making a face like I don’t believe him.

“Oh. Yeah sure. She sounds like a nuisance.” My smile grows as I take the tap back from him and place it on the table near his bed.

On his wall above the dresser in front of a mirror is the infamous guitar I hear him playing almost every night. I walk over and lightly run my fingers over the strings. I feel him come up beside me. “It’s beautiful. Is this the only guitar you have?”

“She’s the only guitar I need.” His smile widens as I roll my eyes again at him. “No, this is the only the guitar I have for the moment. I do want more. Maybe like a whole set of them.” Eddie turns and slowly walks towards the bedroom door. “I’m going to grab a chair really quick and then we can pick a movie.”

“Wait. Why are you getting a chair? We can sit on the bed or the floor. I don’t mind the floor. “

“Oh, sweetheart, trust me you don’t want to sit on my floor.”

“Well, then we can sit on the bed.” I sit on the mattress and lean my back against the wall. “Good view of the tv from here.” Eddie almost cautiously sits on the end of his bed. “Is…that ok?” I start to panic a little. “I can sit in a chair. I don’t want to be a burden or anything.”

His eyes widen with amused surprise. “No, it’s fine. I just didn’t want you to be uncomfortable or think I was trying anything.” He places his hand on my jeaned leg and squeezes lightly. “Do you do that often? Convince yourself that YOU are the problem? Because you’re not you know.”

Lean forward, I reach my arms out to wrap them around his shoulders. “I do. I’m sorry. I’m trying to be better at that.” He reaches up to rub his hand along my arm.

“You don’t have to worry. I told you. You’re safe with me.” I give him a tiny smile and he replies by leaning in to kiss my forehead. “So, I have C.H.U.D. or a Nightmare on Elm Street. Which do you prefer?

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie fanfic #eddie stranger things #joseph quinn stranger things #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn fanfiction #i love these two

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