#blue checkered vans are on

[puhpandas]

GREGORY COSTUME IS COMPLETE AND READY🎉🎉

#shirt has stripes #fazwatch prop is completed #freddy backpack has keychains and a security badge #blue checkered vans are on #pizza socks acquired #i am READY #IM READY FOR FREDDY #pre fnaf movie #pandas.txt

[vansfriend]

Vans Knu Skool

#Vans #Vans Off The Wall #Off The Wall #Vans Style #World Famous #Swag #2024 #Vans Classic #Vans Classics #Sneaker #Sneakers #Vans Sneaker #Vans Sneakers #Vans Knu Skool #Knu Skool #Blue #Checker #Checkerboard #Vans Checker #Vans Checkerboard #Checkerboard Vans

[a-la-rascasse]

Today's outfit inspiration? The 1982 Drivers Strike lmao.

#big white shirt with vertical blue stripes (my dad used to wear it in the 80s) #high waisted mum jeans #and checkered vans #I look like I'm about to tell jean marie balestre to fuck off

[zombiesun]

since my tarot app said it’s a three of swords day I will be wearing my three of swords shirt

#vin.text #with my blue true religion cargo pants and checkered vans #maybe my chainmail necklace and bird skull earring #I believe in dressing for suffering

[bettyfrommars]

Whole Lotta Love

Eddie x fem!Reader

18+MDNI, oral (f!receiving), fingering, unprotected piv, creampie, pet names like baby and sweetheart, both Eddie and reader are over 20.

I received a request for a fic where, no matter how hard he tries, Eddie can't make you cum, and I was happy to do it because it's a much more common situation than how it's represented in most media. I'm not sure this is exactly what they were looking for, but it was a very fun thing to write. This Eddie had me giggling.

a/n: I wasn't sure I would finish this wip after I wrote the first two lines, but then I was in the mood yesterday and smashed it out. It was a very quick write, definitely not my opus, but a true joy, all the same. I hope you like.

wc: 3.1k

Eddie flopped onto his back, huffing out a satisfied breath. “That was so good,” he hummed. 

The fingers of one hand drew a lazy circle on his bare chest as it rose and fell, while his other hand scrambled over to capture yours.  

Shifting his gaze, he caught you staring at the ceiling, unblinking.  “Was that…did you…?”

“Um,” you paused.  It wasn’t that you were afraid to be truthful with him, but the fact that orgasms weren’t flying out of you at the same rate made you feel inadequate, like maybe you were the problem. 

He propped up on his forearm, searching your face, brow creased with concern.  “Did I hurt you or…?”

“No, no,” you rolled over, pulling the sheet up over your hips.  “It felt great.”

At that, he gave an actual sigh of relief.

“But, I didn’t cum.  Or at least, I don’t think I did.”

“You’re not sure?” 

You chewed at your top lip.  “No, I am sure.  I didn’t.”

He traced a few hearts on your shoulder with the tip of his calloused finger.  “Have you ever? With me?”

Your silence spoke volumes, and Eddie’s mind raced to all of the times you’d been intimate in the past few weeks since you’d been together.  He blamed himself for being too eager and sloppy, and shit—he was so crazy about you, it made him dizzy.  He couldn’t believe you let him touch you, let alone cum inside.  

His head snapped up.  “But what about that time I went down on you in the closet at Robin’s party? I swear I felt you—”

“I was close that time,” you admitted, remembering how your legs shook and that heat began to build, in the same way it did when you pleasured yourself.  “But then Gareth was shouting, looking for you and it went away.”

“Fucking Gareth,” he mumbled. “You were close then, okay.  Can I try that again? Now?”

He was already moving down the bed, palming the crook of your knee to slide your leg open.

You put your hand on his head, glancing over at the digital alarm clock.  “Not now, silly, I have to get ready for work.”

You wrapped the sheet around you and got to your feet, leaving Eddie to stare into space, alone with his tortured thoughts.  “Come over tonight?” He yelled while you were in the bathroom. “Wayne leaves for work at 6, we’ll have the place to ourselves.”

“I’ll come over,” you said with your mouth around a toothbrush.  You spat into the sink and then, “But I might be too tired for…other stuff,” your words were met with nothing but silence from the next room.  “We can watch a movie or something?”

Eddie appeared sullen in the doorway next to you in his checkered blue and white boxers. “Do you not want to have sex with me anymore?”

“No, baby I do!�� You assured him, eyebrows high on your forehead.  You cupped some water into your mouth and spat it out while he ran his knuckle down your arm. “I really really want to, I just don’t want us to force this.  It’s okay if I don’t have an orgasm every single time.”

“Yeah but it’s not okay with me,” he muttered. 

You turned and planted kisses down his throat, dotting smooches along his collarbone, and then the final peck was on his pouty mouth. You rubbed the tip of your nose against his, “I’ll see you tonight.  I love you.”

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You parked on the other side of Eddie's van at the trailer that night and assessed the windows curiously.  At a glance, it looked like the living room had caught fire from the amount of candles that were lit. The song Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin poured out into the soft yellow light of the porch, and you knocked.  

A few raps of your knuckles were met with a loud curse and something like a metal pot crashed to the floor in the kitchen.  No one came to the door, so you entered with caution, and your senses were greeted with the smell of something burning in the oven.

Eddie was by the sink and he spun around with a startled look, wiping his hands down his jeans. He wore a Slayer shirt with the sleeves ripped off, and his feet were bare, letting you see the black toe nail polish you’d delicately painted on a few days earlier.  

“What’s with all this?” You blinked a few times, marveling at how tidy it was.  But also, there were at least 15 mismatched candles ablaze on the side table, the top of the tv, and the counter. 

He wiped his mouth and went over to greet you.   “I just wanted to set the mood,” he grinned, grabbing onto your hips to pull you close. “I read somewhere that the atmosphere can help with, you know.”

“You read somewhere?”

“Just one of those magazines at the grocery checkout.”

“I missed you,” he smiled against your mouth as you said it.  His warm skin smelled spicy and sweet, like he’d recently showered and put on cologne. The yearning you felt for him was all-consuming.  A few hours apart weighed on you like an eternity.  You tilted your head to deepen the kiss, and already your loins were giving you the nod like, “yep, we need to have him inside of us.”  You absolutely craved him on a sexual level, so why was it so hard to find your climax?  It seemed to come easy for everyone else in the world: everybody at the party was cumming but you.  

Eddie was nervous.  He hadn’t felt that out of his mind since the day he confessed he had feelings for you, but if you didn’t feel the same that would be cool, because he didn’t want to fuck up the friendship: you were too precious to him.  Your presence in his life made him feel sane and loved and seen in a way he’d rarely experienced in his life, if ever.  A miracle happened that day, and you’d flown into his arms, asking him what took him so long.

But what kind of boyfriend would he be if he couldn’t please you? In every way?

You watched a sitcom while you ate dinner on TV trays, and when you came back from using the restroom, he had everything put away, dishes thrown in the sink, and he was sitting very propper at the end of the couch, watching you expectantly.  

“Are you, um,” he cleared his throat.  “How are you feeling?”

This was weird, he thought. He was making it weird.  He needed to loosen up and not be so hyper focused on his mission.  Maybe you were tired, maybe you needed to let your spaghetti and burnt french bread settle.  

You straddled his lap, brushing hair away so that you could kiss his forehead. 

“I think I’m ready to try again,” you whispered, and then you ducked down to nibble his earlobe.  “Unless you’d rather stay here and—”

Before you could finish the thought, he was up and the two of you were moving out of the room and down the hall, kissing and fumbling with clothes as you went.  

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he nipped your jaw and side of your neck, banging the bedroom door open with the side of his fist. “I hate being away from you.”

There were a few candles around the bed too; on his nightstand, and a red one dripped wax from the window sill down the wall.  

You stopped abruptly, staring at the bed.  “Are those…rose petals?” 

“Tulips, actually,” he rushed to the scene and swiped the soft pink curls away with his arm. “That was stupid, I just thought it would be—”

You caught his mouth with yours, tongues lashing at each other in such an erotic way that a small moan escaped him. 

He wondered if that night would be the night he came in his jeans.

He wasn’t going to let himself cum before you, that was the plan.  He’d jerked off shortly before you’d arrived, but that didn’t mean shit because he was absolutely ready again.  

Suck it up, Munson.

All was off but for your underwear and while Eddie licked greedily at one of your nipples, you reached down to undo his button fly.  “Release the beast,” you cooed.  

He caught your wrist.  “Not just yet, I can’t, I mean, I want this to be about you.”

“I need an even playing field if I’m going to be relaxed enough to…you know.”

He couldn’t get his pants off fast enough at the urging of your hand that was quick to breach the waistband of his boxers to stroke him. He was rock hard and the tip was already weeping, needy for you.  

“Is this all for me?” You ran your thumb in circles over the tip.

Eddie tensed and huffed out a breath that fanned the hair away from his face.  “Fuck, baby, every inch.”

If he wasn’t sharp, he’d cum right there on the spot.

You bounced when your body hit the bed, and Eddie dropped to his knees between your legs.  The visible wetness on your panties were taking a toll on his already fragile state.  He wasn’t patient enough to take them off of you, he just put his mouth right on the material, nuzzling at your pussy through the fabric in a way that pulled a few sharp gasps out of you.  

“I missed her so much,” he pulled back the final barrier with one finger, licking a few times on your swollen lips, and then cursed.  “You’re so wet already.”

“Well, that’s what you do to me,” you propped up on your elbows to look down at him, sucking in your bottom lip at the sensation of his breath on you.

He slid your underwear off the rest of the way, trying to recall what he’d read in that Playboy article he read a while back? Something about writing out the alphabet, and the woman you are with won’t make it to “x” without cumming.

“How does this feel?” His tongue rolled along your folds in a way that made you wonder what he was doing.  He lost track of the letters at around “M”, hips bucking into the side of the bed, cock pulsing so hard, he had to reach down and take some of the pressure off.  

“G-good,” you gasped.  “Just like that but then, up a bit higher.”

You weren’t exactly an expert when it came to your own pleasure, either, you only knew what felt good when you touched yourself.  If Eddie made you cum, it would be the first time you ever experienced that with another person.  You wondered if you should tell him that.  

He followed your instructions, swallowing while he consumed you, until he found the tiny pearl treasure at the top and your grip tightened on him.

“Hmm I think I found it. Hey there pretty baby,” he murmured into your cunt rolling his tongue around the spot. 

“Yesyesyes, right thereeeee Eddieeee.”

The pressure and the speed was perfect and your hand went to his head for encouragement, but then he slowed down and moved locations, licking up the arousal that dripped down  your slit.

“Baby? Could you go back to that thing you were doing a second ago?”

He compiled without a word, trying to find the same pacing again, but the moment was gone. 

“Eddie—” you spread your legs wider as an invitation. “I really need you inside of me now.”

Well, he wanted that more than anything.  But one pump and it would be all over for his dignity.  His eyes were rolling back, seeing cartoon stars just thinking about it.  

Truth? He wasn’t going to make it.  

You noticed his hesitation.  “We can keep trying…after.  But I need to feel you.  It’s lonely up here.”

“You’re so beautiful it hurts,” he crawled up onto the bed, kissing along your stomach, up between your breasts as he went, and then nuzzled at your neck.  “My dick can wait until—”

But he choked on his last words when you took hold of him and rubbed the tip of his length along your wetness.

“Sssshittt,” his whole body trembled. 

Sliding himself in, becoming one with you, made him emotional in a way he’d be embarrassed to share with anyone else. 

“I love you so much,” your voice came out as a cry when he sank halfway in, locking eyes with you.  The stretch made you squeeze around him, eliciting a whimper from so far back in his throat that he wondered if it came from somewhere else, some far off place. 

Once he started to move, he thought about that sweet little pearl and lifted up enough to put his thumb there and move it around.  Your head went back and  you exposed your throat to him.

Eddie grimaced at how close he was, fuck that—he had to slow down.  The way he was touching you, it was making you stiffen like you had when he was on his knees, and he was taking note of everything.

But then you started telling him how bad you needed him to cum, to fill you up, to make you his.  He tried to hold out but then his eyes locked onto yours when you told him you loved him again and he couldn’t stop the wave once it started, no matter how hard he clenched his jaw and his buttcheeks.

One long babble came out of him as his thrusts got sloppy.  “Oh fuck I love you so much I’m cumming so hard, I’m…I’m…holy shit I love you.”

He didn’t ask if you had come that time, because he knew better.

After he caught his breath, he pulled you with him, twisting onto his side, slipping two fingers where his cock had been.  “What if I push all of this cum back inside so it will stay there? Hmm?”

You moaned against his mouth, grabbing a fistful of his hair.  “That feels good, keep doing that.”

“You like that?” He asked, just to be certain.

You nodded, and then, your hand slotted down between your bodies and his arousal spiked when he realized you were touching yourself.  

He curled his fingers to feel that soft, spongy spot, asking how fast you wanted it.

You couldn’t speak, your concentration was intense, eyes screwed shut. 

Oh sure, he was getting hard again.  The feel of his warm spend in your tight hole was doing nothing for his resolve.  

You clenched around him, and then he was whispering, “let me try again,” as he kept his digits buried and made his way down between your thighs.

His mouth had no trouble finding the treasure that time; it practically peeked up at him, begging for a resolution.  He relaxed his shoulders, breathed in the musk of your arousal, and took you into his mouth with a vibrating groan.

“Right there!” You hadn’t meant to scream it, but it was an actual eureka moment.  “Oh fuck Eddie, don’t stop…keep doing…keep doing that.”

He hadn’t moved his fingers in a while, but when he tried to incorporate that into the mix, you stopped him.  “Keep them still,” you held his head, locking him in place—not that there was anywhere else he wanted to be.  “Don’t move your hand just…Ahh yes yes…”

Your jaw went slack in a silent scream, but then his pace quickened, and before you knew what was happening, the blinding white wave crashed through you, rolling through your limbs like satin electricity, making you whine an extended, “cummingcummingcumming,” while you clung to his hair so you wouldn’t fall off the earth. 

Eddie was astonished to learn that could feel it happening.  The juicy walls around his fingers spasmed, fluttering like tight ripples, and he drove his tongue in eager circles, wondering if he could make you cum twice in one go.  Was that even possible? His heart all but flew out of his chest, it was beating so fast, and he moaned long and hard.

But after a bit, you were trying to push his mouth away.  “Wait wait, now it’s sensitive,” but he was so determined, he didn’t pull off until you physically lifted his head.  

He stared up at you, licking his wet, swollen lips.  

You were breathless, letting the final bits of glitter swim through your veins.  “That was—”

He kissed your cunt one two three times.  “That was what?”

He was grinning now, feeling like he’d just won the lottery, or at least a new car. The sense of satisfaction was officially unmatched.

He made his way up the bed to hold you, but you surprised him by taking his fingers into your mouth to suck them clean, dragging teeth along his flesh.  

“I’ve never cum that way with anyone else before,” you said in a whisper, but when he finally registered the weight of the words, his eyes widened.

“My sweetheart,” he pulled you flush against him, giddy, holding your face to brush his lips over yours. “I’m really your first?”

You gave his shoulder a teasing love bite. “And my last.”

“Oh nowww you’re in trouble,” he rolled on top of you, interlacing his fingers with yours to brace your hands above your head, and then he went to work munching at the side of your throat, growling as he did so.  

You screamed and giggled, realizing he was hard again as it nudged at your hip. “I see you’re ready for battle again.”

“I was born ready, baby,” he straightened to see your face. “You want to try a new position? I was reading this—”

The front door to the trailer burst open.

“What the hell? Edward? You tryin’ to burn the place down?”

It was Wayne.

Shit shit shit shit it was Wayne!

Home hours early from work, for whatever reason.

The door to the bedroom was wide open and his heavy footfalls were rapidly approaching from the hall.

Eddie threw the sheet up over you, and a few tulip petals fluttered to your face.  “I’ll be right there!” He shouted, trying to jump into his jeans. He missed a leg hole and stumbled back onto the mattress, making you snort out a laugh. 

He got to the door just in time to greet his Uncle, blocking any view of the room, buttoning his pants as he stood there.  

You could hear Wayne’s voice change. “Is, ah, is your girlfriend here? Sorry, I didn’t see her car.”

“No that’s cool, we were just—” and then he maneuvered him out into the hall, shutting the door behind him.

You lifted up to listen to their murmuring voices, and then Wayne asked, “why is there wax all over the carpet? Blow these fuckers out before the curtains catch fire.”

You had to bury your face in the pillow to muffle your laughter.  

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #Stranger Things fanfic #smut

[loveshotzz]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do Perv!Eddie getting caught masterbating with his best friends stolen panties only to find out she’s as perverted as him? Please and thank you!

also- if you could add the fact that reader has stolen things from him too? thank you!

Love your work!! ❤️

OOOO THIS IS SPICY. Let me see what I can do for you bb 💞 I hope you like it!

Warnings: Masturbation both m and f. Perv!Eddie and Perv!Reader. MINORS DO NOT ENTER.

You watched Eddie frantically throw clothes around his room, shirts, pants, underwear.

“Where the fuck is it?” He mutters under his breath, dumping out his laundry basket all over the floor. His room looks like a bomb went off.

“What are you looking for?”

Eddie’s hunched over the pile of clothes on the ground, the bottom of his hellfire shirt rising up. Blue and white checkered boxes peak out the top of his tightly fitted jeans. Biting your bottom lip the sight makes your thighs press together.

God, you gotta get it together, he’s your best friend.

“My favorite Iron Maiden shirt, I haven’t seen it for like a week. I wanted to wear it to the show tomorrow.” His voiced is muffled as he moves to his small closet ripping everything out of there next.

Your eyes go wide at the mention of his Iron Maiden shirt. You had pocketed that shirt in your back pack last week while Eddie had been in the shower. Both of you had spent all day outside at Lovers lake, the heat of the sun making you both sweaty messes. There was something about Eddie’s musk that had always made your mouth water, you couldn’t help but turn into a thief when the opportunity presented itself.

On nights after the days where his fingers brushed against you more then normal or he used pet names a little too freely, you’d wrap it around your pillow using it to get yourself off. Imagining it was his cock you were bouncing on, his scent swirling around you made your fantasies seem real in the moment.

Heat rising to your cheeks you had to think of something quick. You couldn’t just let him destroy his room for something he was never going to find.

“Why not your AC/DC one? With the flames? That one’s cooler.” You try lamely, nervous fingers playing with the hem of your shorts.

“No, I want this one.” You knew once he made up his mind there was no going back. “I just don’t know where it is, I wore it to the Lake last week…” Eddie stands there looking up at the ceiling trying to jog his memory of its whereabouts. Index finger following an imaginary timeline.

Suddenly his dirty carpet is the most interesting thing in the world to you. Sweaty palms and rosy cheeks, if Eddie were paying more attention he’d see the guilt written all over your face.

The sound of Uncle Wayne opening the front door is your saving grace, using the distraction to make a quick exit you ignore Eddie’s confusion at your sudden need to leave.

You were going home and washing that shirt, you’d sneak it back into his room when he wasn’t home. He’d never know.

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Eddie always had band practice on Friday’s the one day out of the week he didn’t take you home from school. It was the perfect time to do it, all you had to do was wait until Wayne went to work.

It sounded like a fool proof plan until you showed up that late afternoon and Eddie’s van was still parked in front.

After an internal battle you decide you’re already here and the shirt was clean in your hand. You just needed an excuse to give him as to why you had it.

The walk up to his front door is spent running through a list of reasons why, finally landing on accidentally grabbing it with a shirt that you had left here. It wasn’t a far off excuse, practically living here part time.

Digging the spare key he had given you out of your pocket, you let yourself in. It was something you did all the time, Eddie always playing his music too loud to hear you knocking.

Shutting the door behind you, it takes you a minute to realize how quiet the trailer is. Eddie’s van was here, Wayne was gone, usually your eardrums are threatening to rupture.

“Fuck— you like that?” Eddie’s breathy voice breaks through the silence followed by a low moan.

Your heart sinks, Eddie didn’t tell you band practice was cancelled because he was with a girl. A girl that was living out your fantasies.

“You’re so fucking sexy, you like how your best friend fucks you?”

His words confuse you, is he secretly fucking Gareth? You don’t have any control over your feet as you make your way to his room,curiosity getting the best of you.

Peaking through the crack in his door, nothing could prepare you for the sight in front of you.

Eddie was laid out on his bed, shirt lifted up just above his belly button with his pants shoved half way down his thighs. His eyes were closed, brows knitted together with a light sheen of sweat on his forehead causing his bangs to stick. Your eyes roam the happy trail that haunted your dreams following the dark length of hair to an even thicker darker bush at the base of it.

His cock was everything you had ever imagined it to be, even in his big hand it looked massive. You could see the glint of precum leaking from the tip as he continued to fist himself, his motions getting faster chasing his orgasm. Eddie was close and you couldn’t find it in yourself to walk away.

Something pink caught your eye in his other hand as he brought it up to his nose inhaling deeply.

“You smell so good y/n you gonna let me cum inside of you?”

When Eddie says your name it feels like your world stops. Watching him take the pink fabric from his nose bringing it to the head of his leaking cock, you realize that pink fabric was your underwear.

The panties you had been searching days for. Finally chocking it up to them falling into the dryer abyss even though you never remembered washing them. Here they were in Eddie’s possession wrapped around his dick ready to collect his cum.

The idea of Eddie stealing your dirty panties to get off to makes the wet patch in your underwear become almost unbearable. Shuffling your feet trying to gain friction you can’t help the moan that falls from your lips.

Eddie’s eyes snap open and meet yours when he hears you at his door way, but he’s too close to stop now. Eyes locked on yours, the idea of you watching him fuck himself in your panties sends him close to the edge. When his eyes leave your half lidded one’s and he see’s the Iron Maiden shirt clutched in your hand, it all comes together. Your strange behavior, the red in your cheeks, you were stealing his clothes too.

The realization mixed with the thought of you getting yourself off with his shirt has him spilling himself into the soft fabric of your panties. Eyes rolling in the back of his head, his whole body convulses with the intensity of the orgasm crashing through him. Your presence escalating everything, not even his own fantasies could come up with this. With his eyes still closed Eddie needs a minute to catch his breath, his fingers gripping tightly to your panties that were now dripping with his cum.

“I just came to return your shirt.”

Part Two

#request #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #kinktober

[munsonify]

18+ minors dni

eddie’s cock strained against his black and blue checkered boxers and stark black pants, a stain of sticky pre-cum where his sensitive tip sat against it. he couldn’t help but groan in frustration as he rests his head against the the seats headrest, defeated. it’s been a long and aching week since he’d last had sex with you, and as desperate as you both were, you kept getting torn apart.

you’d worn a short red skirt to school today, knowingly showing off your soft plush thighs to him. he’d watch every step you took just to see the flow of your skirt move around your round ass, hoping to get even a peak at the panties you’d worn underneath of it. eddie had been able to cover his boner all day - he’d used his lunch box as a cover, along with his jacket. he held himself back with the expectation you two would head to his van, finally having the alone time he so desperately wanted.

a call-in to work is what tore you two apart this time. you’d finally had a day off that you were planning to spend with eddie, the thought of his fat cock one of the only things you could focus on. you wanted nothing more than for him to stuff your pretty hole to the brim, fuck you until you were dripping with cum.

so, as you’d sat in the bathroom of your work in complete dismay, you decided with the last option you had today - getting your desperate cunt off to the thought of eddie’s dick. you wanted him to know you were thinking of him, too, taking your phone out and snapping a quick picture of your hand under your skirt.

you’d immediately sent the picture to eddie’s number, the message along with it saying “i couldn’t help myself, i can’t stop thinking of you”.

that’s when eddie’s head had lifted up from the headrest, glancing down at a text from you. his eyes blew wide as he opened the picture, his cock straining even harder against his pants. who knew his baby was as desperate as he was?

#munsonify #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader smut

[kimmberleeex]

If You Seek Eddie

NSFW, 18+ minors DNI; TW: obsessive, pervy fem reader x Eddie, use of “Daddy”, subtle dom/sub, spanking, oral (both m & f), etc.

**Special note: the title is a play on Britney Spear’s “If You Seek Amy” **

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You knew what you were doing was wrong, but a stronger part of you couldn’t stop yourself. It was like a magnetic force, pulling you closer…drawing you in. You were addicted to the boy and nothing you did would scratch the itch you had for him. If only you had the courage to speak to him, if only he would notice you. It would be different, maybe you’d be the center of his affections or at the very least, a casual fuck. At this rate, you’d settle for just about anything as long as it involved him. Here it was, just another typical Saturday night and you were glued to your bedroom window. Sitting in the dark so you couldn’t be seen, waiting to get a glimpse of the hottest boy you had ever seen. Your neighbor, Eddie Munson, whose bedroom just so conveniently faced yours.

He had just gotten home from what you had presumed was a date, however, he seemed frustrated. When you had heard the familiar whining of his van and the screeching of his breaks when it halted to a stop, you were unable to keep from peeking out of your living room window just to see him. Eddie hopped out of his van, slamming his door shut harder than usual. His hands balled into fists, a scowl permeated his face, and the gravel crunching loudly under his sneaker clad feet as he stomped up to his door. His wallet chain swinging off of his hip with each of his strides. You could practically see his trailer shudder once he slammed his front door shut. A large part of you wished you had the courage to go over, knock on the door, see if he was okay. “Let’s face it, you’re a coward.” You muttered to yourself as you slinked off to your bedroom, not bothering to turn on the light.

Peeking out from the corner of the window, hoping the one streetlight on your street wouldn’t tattle to him with your little perverted secret. Eddie’s bedroom window lit up, like a beacon begging for your attention. He still had that scowl seeping into his features, a beer in hand as slammed his bedroom door shut. He reached for something, his stereo began booming loudly with screeching metal as he flopped down on his bed. His shoes already had been kicked off, one of his toes peeking out of a hole in the material. Giggling softly to yourself at how silly it seemed, but quickly you covered your mouth. Too afraid that somehow he may hear you, even though it seemed impossible with how quiet you were in contrast to how loud his music was.

Eddie had grabbed his guitar from beside him, seeming to have left it on his bed, your eyes focusing on his thick and nimble fingers work up and down the fretboard. He was lost in concentration, his tongue poking out in the slightest way as it always seemed to do when he was focused on something. Oh how many times you had imagined that tongue on your body — inside of you. Clenching your thighs together at the thought, you cursed under your breath. Noticing movement out of the corner of your eye, you look back up to see Eddie standing now. With a swift motion and one hand, he pulls his shirt off, revealing his toned torso that was littered in delicious tattoos. Biting your bottom lip as you imagined tracing the delicate lines with your finger — with your tongue. A small line of hair beginning just above his navel and traveling down and disappearing into his blue checkered boxers that were now hanging over the waist of his jeans. The belt he wore doing little to conceal them, which you were always thankful for.

One hand was wrapped around the aluminum beer can, he takes a long gulp of the alcohol as his other one quickly unbuckled his jeans. There was something so attractive about the action and seeing the veins bulge out in his arm with the simplest flex of his muscles was always the hottest thing you had ever seen. A whimper escapes your lips unwillingly as he sets his beer back down to slide his tight, dark jeans down his legs. His pale white legs were littered with hair, his crumpled boxers that were bunched up high on his thighs were now settling almost halfway to his knees.

He looks out his window and for a moment it feels like he may see you, your heartbeat thunders in your veins as you wait for him to get mad, mortified, appalled…something. Instead, he just smirks to himself as he looks down at his feet. Titling your head to the side, you’re curious to know what that smirk is about. Eddie lays back on his bed, one arm propped under his head like a makeshift pillow. His hand, which was still clad with all of his rings, starts lazily tracing patterns on his chest and slowly begins its descent down his stomach. Feeling your breath catch in your throat, you instinctively lean closer to the window, afraid you may miss something.

When Eddie’s fingers started creeping into his boxers, you couldn’t help the small mewl escaping your lips. Wishing so badly that you were the one that was touching him. His bottom lip sucked in between his perfect teeth as he palmed himself underneath the thin material. Your arousal was beginning to pool in your panties at this point. It all felt so wrong to watch him when he’s so unaware, but something felt so right at the same time. Your hand subconsciously slid into the thin fabric covering your pussy which was already damp with your slick arousal.

Eddie’s lips parted, you could only assume a moan escaped those beautiful, plump lips. How badly you wished to hear it, you imagined him moaning your name as your finger swirled over your aching clit. Your soft moan filled the silent room, your eyes still glued to him. His hand retracted from his boxers, the tent he was pitching made you gasp softly at the length. As if Eddie could hear your thoughts, he granted your wish and freed his hard cock. It was long and thick, even in all of your fantasies and dreams you never imagined it would be so pretty. The head was a darkened pink, it was hard to make out far away but you could swear it was glistening with pre-cum. What had him so worked up?

Your finger now circling your swollen bud with new fervor at the gorgeous sight, your moans filling your darkened room. Eddie’s veins in his hand were bulged out as he fisted his cock, you matched your pace on your clit to the thrusts of his hand. Occasionally he would spit into his palm and continue, it was so sexy…so dirty. The longer you watched, the more obsessed with him you felt. His eyes closed tightly, his mouth hanging open in pleasure. The color of his cock turning a darker shade of pink as he edged himself closer to his release, you felt that familiar tightness in your belly. Imagining it was Eddie touching you, imagining you were touching him — riding him, kissing him.

Holding onto the window sill for fear of your knees giving out from the intense pleasure that was building up inside of you, Eddie’s hips were thrusting up into his hand so that he was fucking his fist. As if it were synchronized together, the first waves of your orgasm began rocking through you as Eddie tensed up and shuddered. Long, stringy ropes of his cum spurted up, coating the back of his hand and stomach. Your body quivered as you soaked your hand and your underwear, cursing under your breath. “Fuck.” The both of you were panting softly from the exertion of your release. Eddie leaned over to his nightstand and grabbed a Kleenex, wiping his cock off roughly. Chuckling softly to yourself as you discard your used panties and toss them into your hamper. That’s when Eddie pulled his boxers back up and turned off his light. Sighing softly as you went to get ready for bed yourself, you cursed yourself being too chicken to just talk to him.

The following Wednesday, that itch was desperate for scratching. Eddie had his curtains drawn since his last ‘performance’ and you were needing more. Remembering that today was his Hellfire meeting because you had seen him chatting with his fellow members before you left school. He was running down the hall like a goofball, being overly dramatic about his campaign and making the other kids laugh. At this point, you knew Eddie’s schedule so well and knew he wouldn’t be home until late. The itch was growing louder with need in your mind, consuming every thought. You paced around your trailer, having an argument of morality and legality of what you were wanting to do. “You’re being fucking crazy….stalkerish….oh my god, what if he catches you?” You kept muttering under your breath.

Pinching the bridge of your nose and scrunching your eyes tight, letting out a sigh, mumbling, “Five minutes. In and then out.” Trying to establish boundaries with yourself as you prepared to do probably the stupidest thing you had done to date. The sun had gone down, the little trailer community was dark and quiet. You put on a pair of black shorts to combat the oncoming summer heat, and a black zip up hoodie, just praying no one would see what you were about to do.

Leaving your porch light off, you sneak out of your trailer and scurry across the street. Checking over your shoulders to make sure no one was watching before you slowly opened up the screen door to Eddie’s trailer. Knowing that Wayne was already at work by the absence of his truck so it would be empty. Your heart thundering in your ears as the hinge squeaks, your palms were already sweating as you looked around again. No one was looking outside, yelling at you, calling you crazy or asking what the hell you were doing. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Slowly, you turned the door knob which was unlocked, cracking the door and squeezing inside quickly, shutting the door behind you. Paying attention to Eddie well enough, you knew the door was unlocked all of the time because he kept losing his key.

The trailer smelled like stale cigarettes and beer, a real man cave with all of the hats and trinkets that adorned the walls. Chuckling to yourself, and shaking your head because this was so not his aesthetic but it clearly was his uncles. Slowly, you tiptoed through his trailer still somehow paranoid you would be caught even though it was currently vacant. Your hands lightly grazing against the walls as you felt your way around, a little scared to turn on any of the lights. Pulling a flashlight out of your jacket pocket, you keep it low to the ground so that the neighbors don’t call the cops because they think a burglary is taking place. The thought of that happening makes you shudder, that would be truly mortifying.

Making your way down the hall, you can see what is clearly Eddie’s bedroom. His door ajar and you could already see the band posters, clips from magazines, and records plastered on the walls. It was familiar to what you were used to seeing when you’d watch him at night, but it was totally different seeing it in person. Your heart fluttered as you slowly pushed the door open, your fingertips grazing over the different tapes and albums. Seeing his dirty clothes strewn about on the floor, you picked up one of his shirts. Holding the fabric up to your face and breathing in his scent — it smelled like cigarettes, weed, and faintly like the cologne he must use. A whimper left your lips, your itch being metaphorically scratched as you were getting what you were craving. Well, not quite what you were craving, but close enough.

Holding onto the shirt still, you walked around his room, noticing the condoms on his night stand which were opened. Sighing softly into the empty room, “Lucky bitches…”, you mumbled to yourself. You look up and notice the handcuffs laying there as well, the flashlight reflecting off of the silver surface. Your eyebrow quirks up with a smirk. “Naughty little bastard…” A small laugh escapes your lips that is suddenly cut short when you hear the familiar whine of Eddie’s beat up van speeding down the street. The heavy metal music growing louder as he got nearer. Freezing in place, your heart falls to your feet. You begin looking around for an escape route, and seeing none. “Shit, shit, shit, shit…” Noticing his closet, you quickly stuff yourself inside, finding that it had more laundry that was piled up on the floor and you’re unable to close the door back all of the way. Trying to squeeze yourself into the darkest part of the closet, praying he doesn’t notice and goes to bed quickly so you can sneak out.

Eddie’s van screeches to a stop, the music cuts off abruptly and the screen door squeaks loudly as he swings it open. Your heart is thundering in your ears as you hear Eddie come inside. Hearing his keys jingle and scatter as he throws them onto the kitchen counter. The materials in the fridge clashing together as he swung open the door to grab what was presumably a beer. You jump slightly once the light in his bedroom comes on, making sure to cover your mouth to muffle any heavy breathing or noises you may make. The pop of the tab on his beer is loud and crisp, you hear the noises of him gulping it loudly. That’s when he comes into view of the small crack in the door. He sets his beer down on his nightstand, and he knits his eyebrows together as he inspects it. Something looks off to him, you can feel it. “What the..? That wasn’t there this morning. Wayne must have snooped through my room. Shit.” He muttered to himself, he quickly spun around on his heels as goes to search for something else. “Hope he didn’t find my stash…” You can tell he’s rummaging through things and then you hear a tin box open. “Okay, good.” He breathes a sigh of relief.

He comes back into view, you watch as he turns and scans the room to see if anything else is out of place. Your heartbeat is so loud in your ears that you’re afraid he could hear it, the clamp of your hand tightening around your mouth to make sure you couldn’t be heard. That’s when his gaze falls to the crack in the closet door, worried that he’s seen you because it seems like he’s making direct eye contact with you. He slowly approaches the door, in your head you are screaming at yourself for being so stupid and doing this. The embarrassment already settling in because you were about to be caught. Everything feels like it’s in slow motion as he slowly grabs the closet door handle and swings it open. His eyes widen as he notices you, shriveled up against the furthest wall, clinging to his dirty shirt. It felt like your skin was on fire, your blood rushing to your face and even the tips of your ears.

“Y/N? What the hell are you doing in my closet? Holding…my laundry?” A stern look was on his face, his eyebrows knitted with confusion and then his eyebrow quirks up into his curls, his mouth opening as his head tilts the side with realization. “Oh…” He looks you up and down, a grin now turning up the corners of his mouth which caused a little dimple to form in his cheek. “You freaky little perv.” He teases as he leans on his palm against the door frame, keeping you cornered in the closet. Your mouth drying up making it hard to talk and honestly you feel too stunned and embarrassed to speak.

“S-Sorry…I…I…” you begin to stammer, not sure what to even say at this point and you can’t even meet his gaze. He then reaches for you, his hand wrapping around your wrist with a surprisingly firm grip which causes you to wince. Pulling you out of the closet, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. His grip on your wrist still tight, he can feel the pulse in your veins racing as his chocolate eyes bore into your own. His free hand reaches up and tucks the hair that was falling in your face behind your ear.

“Sit down on the bed.” He instructs you, his voice is soft but there’s this dominance in that you can’t ignore. Immediately obeying his request, you sit on the edge of the bed with your hands falling into your lap.

“E-Eddie, I’m sorry. I…I don’t have an excuse.” Trying to explain yourself to him but Eddie stops you when his fingers grip your chin softly, pulling it upward to force you to maintain eye contact.

“Now, now, sweetheart. I don’t want to hear any excuses. You don’t think I don’t know about your little crush on me?” Your heart drops to your stomach, honestly feeling as if you could throw up in that moment. You attempt to swallow the dry metaphorical ball that has made a home in your throat as he continues. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you watching me?” He leans down, his fingers still on your chin as he presses his lips against your ear to whisper. “You’re not as invisible as you think you are babygirl.”

Your thighs clenched together, your heart falling further into your stomach as you bite your lip to stifle a whimper. He pulls back to look at you with a crooked grin on his face. His thumb tracing your bottom lip as he continued to torment you. “You looked pretty hot with your hand down your panties, sweetheart. Why don’t you show me again?’

His grip on your chin falls, his eyes glued to you. Your eyes widened at his request, your heart racing wildly. “W-what?” Your nervousness evident as you continue to stutter.

“Babygirl, I’m not a very patient man. Show. Me. Again.” His tone grows deeper with each emphasized pause between the words, his chocolate eyes growing darker as he leans down to your eye level. He unzips your jacket revealing your tank top, your full cleavage showing, his smirk returns as his fingers graze over your soft skin which sends a chill down your spine. Slowly, your hand slides into your shorts, your finger grazes your already swollen nub and you inhale sharply. Closing your eyes so that you can just focus on what you’re feeling.

“Aht, aht, sweetheart. Look at me.” His hand caresses your cheek, you look up at him with a soft whimper dancing off of your lips as your finger swirls a little faster. His thumb brushes over your cheekbone while his smirk never falters. Leaning down to your level again, his plump lips push against yours with a soft kiss. You could honestly melt into a puddle right then. His hand had moved to the side of your neck, his thumb gliding along your jaw as he deepened the kiss. Getting distracted, you stop rubbing your clit and focus on his pillowy lips but he pulls away abruptly. Gasping softly at the loss of his mouth, you frown. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” His eyes were stern, his lips pursed together.

“S-sorry…” You whimper again, your finger continues to swirl around your clit, moaning softly as Eddie’s face lights up in delight.

“Good girl, making such pretty noises. I was wondering what they sounded like..” He kneeled down, his fingers hooking into your shorts, you gasp softly as the cool metal of his rings touch your warm skin. “Jus’ gonna take these off of you, babygirl. Need to see that pretty pussy.” You lay back and lift your hips up as he pulls your shorts down your legs. He brings them up to his face, inhaling the scent of your arousal on your panties and groaning softly with need. “Fuck, you smell so good. And such a pretty pussy, I knew it…” He glides his hands over your thighs, spreading your legs, your slick folds blooming open for him.

His calloused fingers massage your thick thighs as you continue to rub your pussy for him, moaning softly, clenching at nothing — desperate for him to fill you. His bottom lip pinched between his teeth. “Fuck…need to taste it, baby. Can I?” His voice dripping with need, this was everything you always fantasized about and more.

“Mmf, please, Eddie…” you moaned softly as you removed your hand from your clit. Eddie placing wet kisses up the inside of your thigh, his groans vibrating off of your skin as he got closer to your soaked core, the scent of your arousal driving him crazy. His grip on your thighs tightened as he pulled you to the edge of the bed. Making his tongue flat as he dragged it across your clit at an agonizingly slow speed, sending a jolt through your body that cause your hips to buck up into him — desperate for more contact. Eddie moaned with delight at your sweet taste.

“Mm…taste so good, baby…” His arms hook under your thighs, his hands gripping tightly as he begins to devour you. His lips engulfing your clit as his tongue methodically flicked over it, his moans vibrating against your sensitive flesh. Your hands instinctively tangle in his curls, your back arching as you get lost in the sensations. The moans escaping your lips encouraging Eddie to keep going as his tongue licked up your slit, slowly sliding in and out of you to open your folds up for him as began to tongue fuck you. His tongue curling up to brush against that spongy spot along your walls. Mewling for him as he probed it over and over.

“F-fuck, Eds….feels s-so good…” you manage to moan out. Glancing down you see Eddie’s eyes staring at your face, they were half-lidded and his cheeks were wrinkled with a smile. He pulls away just far enough to speak, the loss of him causing you to whimper.

“Wanna make you cum on my face, baby.” Then he dove back in, his tongue taking turns from your clit to inside of you. The combination was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Eddie was like a man starved as he continue to lap up your juices, moaning softly while he suckled on your clit which caused you to cry for him and grind your pussy against his mouth. He then unhooked one of his hands from your thigh and slowly began to slide his finger in and out of your pussy, going slow to allow you to stretch around his thick digit. Your hands gripped the bedsheets as his finger hooked up and began putting pressure on that special spot. The coil in your belly was tightening and you felt like you could come undone at any moment. Eddie could tell with how you clenched him so tightly, this only encouraged him further.

“C’mon, princess…cum for daddy…” He murmured against your clit before continuing his assault, the sensations were overwhelming. Your thighs trembling around his face as he brings you to the brink of your release. The coil that was tightening in your belly snaps, your body shuddering as you let out a long, drawn out moan as the first waves of pleasure rush over you. Every atom in your body felt like it was buzzing as the waves kept coming. Eddie hums happily against your sensitive nub as he continues lapping up your juices, his darkened half-lidded eyes staring at you.

“E-Eds….please….too sensitive…” You whimper as you try to pull him off of you. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire.

Eddie pulled back just far enough to speak, his lips still brushing against your tender flesh. “I’m not finished yet, princess.” The tip of his tongue drags upward along your clit, causing you to jump with a soft whine. The dimple in his cheek so defined as he smirked at you. “So fucking responsive…” He dived back into your wet heat with renewed fervor, his goal to drive you absolutely mad. Your body writhed on the bed as he quickly brought you back to the edge of another orgasm. Panting heavily with loud moans that bounced off the walls of his room. Eddie slowly eased a second finger inside your tightness, allowing your pussy to stretch around it. Groaning softly against your skin as he imagined how it would feel on his cock.

“F-fuck, yes, Eddie…godfuckingdamnit, yes…shit….fuck…” Exasperated curses as the pleasure overwhelmed you, your back arching off the bed. Your fingers tangled in his thick curls as your body quaked for him. He felt your pussy clench his fingers as the coil deep within your belly tightened. Your body shuddered once again as the coil snaps and you come undone. The juices of your essence flowing out of you as he eagerly lapped it up. Once your body finally calmed, he slowly pulled away and retracted his fingers. Wiping his chin off with the back of his hand, a wide grin on his face.

“Damn, angel.” He chuckled softly as he rose to his feet. Your chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath, slowly propping up on your elbows to look at his beautiful face.

“You are really talented with your tongue. You know that?” A breathy laugh slipping past your lips. A pink blush spreading across Eddie’s freckled cheeks, his grin never faltering as he leaned down to kiss you. “Eddie Munson, are you blushing?” You murmured as his lips contacted yours, his hand on the back of your head to hold you in place. Once he pulled away, he pursed his lips together, seemingly embarrassed that you called him out.

“Maybe I am, doll face. But just so you know, we’re still not done.” His hand fell down to his belt where he unbuckled it and pulled it out of the loops of his jeans in one fell swoop. Your mouth dropping at just how hot it was. “Do me a favor, take the rest of your clothes off.” Without a second thought, you sat up and removed your jacket and tank top, quickly discarding it on his bedroom floor. Unclasping your bra and sliding it off your shoulders before tossing it with the rest of your clothes. Eddie’s eyes lit up at the sight of your bare breasts, sucking his bottom lip in between his teeth. “Fuck. Why are you so hot?”

A blush spreads across your cheeks, it all felt like a dream because you had been wanting this for so long. Eddie yanks his shirt up over his head, his torso pale and bare. Without thinking, you reach up and trace the tattoo on his chest. His skin shuddered under your touch, his hand caressed your jaw as he leaned down and kissed you. While bent down, he slides his jeans and boxers down his legs. His hard cock sprung free, you gasped softly as you’re finally seeing it in person. A light chortle radiates out of Eddie as he watches your reaction, a crooked grin turning up his mouth.

“Such a pretty cock, Eddie…” you murmured, leaning forward and placing soft kisses on the shaft. A low, guttural groan emits from his lips. Placing his hand on the back of your head, it twisted around your hair into a makeshift ponytail as you wrapped your lips around his thick hard on. Slowly, you took him in — inch by inch, until finally he was all the way in your throat. Eddie gasping and groaning the deeper he went. Your head bobbing up and down his length, creating a steady rhythm as your tongue curled around him. It didn’t take long for Eddie to begin thrusting his hips to meet your mouth. He kept your eye contact as you looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, drool dripping off your chin as he fucked your throat.

“F-Fuck, you freaky little slut. Shit…god, you feel so good.” Pulling you by the hair off of him, forcing you to look up at him. Your eyes had been watering and slobber was all over your chin, looking like a beautiful mess to Eddie. His chest rising and falling quickly, his grin wide as hell as he admired you. “Damn, babygirl. That pretty mouth has some talent. Now turn over onto your stomach and stick that gorgeous ass in the air for me. Hm?”

Being obedient as ever, you swiftly submit to his demands flipping over onto your hands and knees. You look back at him with a smirk as you shake your ass to tease him. Eddie groans softly, his cock twitching in response. His hand slaps down on your plump curve, the sting from the metal of his rings causing an even more delicious sting. A small yelp escaping your lips, his hand rubs over your skin soothing the pain he caused. “Shit, sweetheart. So perfect…” He murmured softly, his hand rubbing every inch of skin he can reach. “Face down, babe.” He rubs the tip of his dick along your slick folds, lubricating himself with your arousal. Doing as you’re told, you lay your face against the mattress, your ass perched into the air and on display for Eddie.

He inhaled sharply through his nostrils at the sight of you. Once he was satisfied with how lubed his cock was, he slowly positioned it at the entrance of your soaked core. Slowly, he would push himself inside of you, inch by inch. Allowing your pussy time to stretch around his thickness. The both of you groaning with pleasure as he buried himself deeper. “S-shit, so fucking tight. Such a good girl taking this thick cock like a goddamn princess.” The grip his hands had on your hips would likely leave bruises in the morning, but it felt so good that you didn’t care.

Once Eddie stuffed the full length of his cock inside your tight walls, he began slowly thrusting his hips against your ass. His cock brushing against that spongy spot inside of you that made your eyes roll back into your head. Eddie’s rhythm working up to a steady pace, the room filled with each of your pleasured moans. “F-fucking hell, princess. Feel so good…” His breath coming in short gasps in between his moans, his cock throbbing inside of you. “Such a little freak for being obsessed with the king of freaks.”

“Yes, I’m your f-freak, Eds…f-fuck!” A guttural moan filled the room as he rotated his hips slightly for you. His hand collided with your ass again with a hard smack as he thrusted harder inside of you. Your mind going numb from the pleasure and pain, it renders you speechless. Eddie’s head falls back as he continues ramming his cock into you, short breathy moans escaping his throat. The two of your bodies throbbing together in a perfect harmony, building up both of your releases.

“Be a good girl and soak my cock, princess.” Eddie demanded, thrusting harder into you. That familiar tightness building in your tummy as his cock pressed against your g-spot repeatedly. Your knuckles were white from the grip you had on the sheets, your moans disappearing into the mattress as he pounded you further into it. Your body tenses, Eddie groaning loudly when your walls clamped around his throbbing cock. Thrusting another hard blow into your wet heat, your body gives into the pleasure and comes undone. Being a good girl and soaking his cock just like he wanted, Eddie slams into you again and again. He groans loudly as his balls tighten, his seed pulsing into you and filling you completely. His thrusts slowing to a stop, his member throbbing against your walls as his cock begins to soften. The both of you panting heavily, exhausted from the exertion of your orgasms.

“Shit…” Eddie ran his hands through his hair, slowly pulling his cock out of you. You slump over onto the bed, your hair half covering your face, but a dumb grin was on your lips.

“Issokay, Eds. That was so hot…” You giggle to yourself, Eddie crawls into the bed with you. He brushes his fingers through your hair, pushing it out of your face.

“You’re incredible. You know that?” One corner of his mouth twisted up into a grin as he peppered soft kisses on your face. “Sorry I never made a move on you. Every time I would go to do it, I’d wuss out.” He chuckled softly, his cheeks turning pink as he gets embarrassed.

Gliding your thumb across his rosy cheek, you smile softly. “I was too chicken to do it too, love. Don’t worry. Sorry for breaking into your trailer.” The room filled with laughter as Eddie wrapped you up in his arms. It was a weird way to start your relationship with him, but the two of you wouldn’t change it for the world.

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Ohh, Snail, now I can't stop thinking about you writing that Corazon x AussiReader idea from the fanart you rebloged. Poor sweet baby 🥺 dealing with giant spiders and cute feral angry koalas, nooo, Cora, don't try to hug them, they may look cute, but they will eat your face 😱

Rosinante's Trip Down Under

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Oh my goodness, Miss Vita! How gorgeous is it, though? Art by @rainnartt (CHECK OUT THEIR OTHER ART, IT'S AMAZING!!)

Synopsis: Modern AU, Rosinante visiting your hometown in Queensland Australia. He is overwhelmed by the cultural differences, but loves to learn the slang.

I did go a little crazy in the tags, definitely ran away with me a little here.

Could you imagine, though? As an Australian, I can confirm: if it looks like it can kill you, it can kill you. If it looks like it can’t kill you, it absolutely can kill you. Our poor, clumsy man never stood much of a chance, did he?

In this picture, he looks like could be in Bondi, the Gold Coast or Surfers Paradise by the looks of it. I am going to put him in the Queensland region for the sake of the plot. This is how I see it going. 

Drabble Fic Word Count: 1,800+

Themes: rosinante x gn!reader, platonic fic, crack fic, modern au, reader is Australian, Rosinante is Spanish, Au he lives.

Tag list: @since-im-already-here @i-am-vita @feral-artistry @sordidmusings @writingmysanity @remisloves @mfreedomstuff @gingernut1314 @cinnbar-bun @carrotsunshine

Taking your new friend Donquixote Rosinante to your favorite sights in Surfers Paradise. His eyes widen in wonder, staring at sights that come so naturally to you, but are so out of the norm for him. You are happy to play tourist in your hometown, marveling at the sights as he experiences them for the first time. 

Outside of your local McDonalds and picking up a common comfort breakfast food for his adult adoptive son, who elected to remain back at home in the hotel as he adjusts to the time difference, Rosinante’s shriek prompted you to turn to meet him.

“What the hell is that?” he remarks, extending his pointer finger towards the large waste bin adjacent to the doorway.

“Oh, that’s a skip, Corazon. The red is for rubbish,” you continue, pointing at the other bin, “The yellow lid is for recyclables, and the green is for food and biodegradable-.”

“No! The thing with the massive beak!” he shrieks, watching as the dark-head bird pokes its head above the bin. The large hooked beak elevates a half-consumed cheeseburger before it gulps down the burger in a single motion.

“Oh!” you laugh at your blonde friend, clapping a hand over his shoulder, “That’s an ibis. We call them ‘bin chickens’ or ‘tip chooks’ depending on your region. They’re scavengers, they won’t hurt you.”

“A bin chicken, skip bin,” he hums, his brow furrowed in deep thought as he commits the name to memory, “And you call McDonalds ‘Macca’s’, right?”

“That’s right,” you hum your confirmation with a curt nod. He hums in response before ushering you along the pathway towards the hotel. 

As you continue walking along the sandy coastline, you notice he’s halted outside a petrol station. A large truck is parked beside the building: checkered blue and white painted on it’s side and large font titled “POLICE” and “0.05: DRUGS”. 

“Is this your local law enforcement?” he asks you, tilting his head to the side. 

“Yeah, that’s our local booze bus parked next to a divvy van,” you nod in affirmation, “They do regular drug and alcohol testing for drivers to ensure their safety on the road. Weird that they’re outside of a servo, though. Usually they’re on the main roads.” He nods his head and hums.

“Booze bus. Divvy Van,” he looks over to the petrol station, arching his brow high, “Servo?” 

“I know, it’s a lot,” you confirm with an apologetic smile, “I promise it gets easier to adapt to the slang the longer you practice.” He nods again. 

Passing a local park with a children’s play area, you manage to see your friend David from work, his two children playing together on the looped climbing frames and plastic slide. 

“Davo!” you call out to him, waving your unoccupied hand in front of you - considering the other contains a paper bag filled with the fruits of your labor. 

“How the bloody hell are’ ya goin’, Darl’?!” his nasally voice cracked to you, “Who’s the fella ya got there with ya?” You smile at him, walking to embrace him.

“This is Rosinante Corazon, the friend I mentioned was visiting from Spain,” you informed him, “How’s the missus back at home? How’s the kids?”

“Mate! Howzit goin’?” he extended his hand out to Rosinante, who placed his hand within and gave it a gentle shake who mumbled a soft ‘pleased to meet you’ in response.

“Ah, and the ankle biters are doin’ great. Givin’ the missus a bit of a reprieve here at the park, tough gig bein’ an ambo driver.” He glanced over his shoulder at his children, ensuring they were safe now they’ve climbed to an elevated height. 

“Oh I’m glad she’s managing to take a break. She’s a tough lady,” you nod to him, smiling over at the two children who wave at you while playing with a make-shift telescope. 

“Well, I shouldn’t keep you,” he confesses, gesturing down to the brown bag clutched in your hands, “Don’t want that brekky gettin’ cold now, do we?” You laugh at him, waving him off before waving at his children. 

Rosinante remained silent, only muttering a few words that stood out to him: “Darl’, fella, mate, missus, ankle biters, ambo driver, brekky,” on a perpetual loop.  

“You okay there, Rosi?” you quirk up at him, a soft smile pulling at your cheeks. 

“I’m alright, Darl,” he attempted, his voice falling to his nose and emulating the accent he heard moments prior, “Is that a common term of endearment here? ‘Darl’ and ‘mate’? How do you go with gender neutral titles?”

“Both of those titles can be used interchangeably, regardless of gender,” you inform him, “It all depends on context and the way you say it.” he hums again, nodding along and muttering several phrases he learnt. He reaches into the circular cup cardboard and pulls out his coffee and takes a small sip. 

Your feet finally carry your way over to the lobby of the hotel where he was staying with Law, his body immediately halting in front of the surf, dive and ski shop. His head cocked to the side, staring at the large, rectangular basket outside the shop. You follow his line of sight, which remained locked on to a large, canvas sign attached to the basket. 

“Ah,” you click your tongue, noticing they’re focussed on a common shoe worn in this area, “Do you and Law need a new pair of thongs? I know the bottoms melt a little when the bitumen gets a bit hot.” 

“You want me and Law to wear what?” he turned towards you with his eyes wide and jaw dropped. It took a moment for you to understand the miscommunication, your eyes growing wide and your nervous laughter propelling your anxiety further. 

“No, no, no, no, no!,” you managed to choke out, “No, we call ‘flip-flops’ ‘thongs’ here. Is that what had you a little confused? A basket full of shoes where you thought lingerie should be?” Rosinante laughed alongside you, shaking his head from side to side.

“You got me,” he chuckled, raising his coffee to his lips once more, “Our differences are quite vast, aren’t they?” 

“I suppose they are,” you acknowledge with a shrug and a broad, tight-lipped smile. He hums once again, muttering several phrases as you step into the elevator. 

Clicking the button to the appropriate floor, the doors open wide to reveal the carpeted corridor of the hotel room. You offer to hold the coffee tray in your unoccupied hand as Rosinante clumsily attempts to fish out his key-card from his pocket. He thanks you, his hand getting stuck in his pocket as he shimmies his shoulders to break it out. 

Finally clutching the key card, he places it in the door and swings it wide to reveal Law sitting on the plush bench beside the large window. His left knee was bent, his right leg extended as he reclined against the window. His gray orbs draw away from watching the gentle crash of waves towards you both as you enter the suite. 

Before you had a moment to greet the younger man, Rosinante’s broad grin and best nasally voice interrupted your train of thought. Rosinante gently took the brown paper bag from your hands and offered it to his son.

“Howzit goin’, Darl’! Brought you some Brekky from Maccas!” he walked forwards, thrusting the bag into Law’s hands, “Saw a bin chicken eating some scraps from the red skip, and passed a booze bus outside the servo on the way back.”

Law chose to remain silent, wordlessly taking the brown bag from Rosinante and maintaining unbreaking eye contact. Rosinante took that as his queue to continue relaying his adventure. 

“Saw Davo being a good fella at the park with his ankle biters, his missus has been working hard as an ambo driver,” he continued, biting his lip as he attempted to relay the trip back to his absolutely unamused son, “Then we passed a shop on the way up. Was gonna get us a pair of matching thongs for the trip, but thought you would get embarrassed to be matching with your Dad.” 

Law’s fingers stuttered their descent into the bag, choosing to take a lengthy breath instead. 

“Dad?” Rosinante quirked his head up, turning to look at you over his shoulder. You were doing your best to stifle your laughter by clutching your lip in your palm, “Do you still call parents ‘mum’ and ‘dad’ here? Is there an Aussie term of endearment he could use for me instead?” 

“‘Cunt’ comes to mind,” Law murmured, prompting Rosinante to snap his head back over to his son. His heart shattered as Law drew up a hashbrown and began nibbling at its golden exterior. 

“L-Law-?” Rosi’s heartbreak was depicted in the quiver in his tone. You walk over to your friend’s side and offer him his forgotten coffee with a smile.

“-Rosinante,” you broke him away from his sorrow with a soft giggle, “‘Cunt’ is also a term of endearment here. Law and I had a little conversation about cultural clashes last night when we were playing cards. You fell asleep early, remember?” 

“It is my favorite Australian term of endearment,” Law admitted with a soft hum, reaching up his outstretched hand to wordlessly ask for a coffee, “But your insults are far better. Quite original.” 

“Okay, Champ,” you mock Law, passing him his cup of coffee, “Big words coming from a guy with a face like a smashed crab.” 

“Coming from a Drongo with the personality of a dropped meat pie,” Law smirked in return, taking the cup from your hands. Your joint laughter ricocheted from the hotel walls, prompting Rosinante’s prior sour mood to pick back up. 

As you all ate your brekky in comfortable silence, you gazed out onto the beach below. Law followed your eyes, looping at the large swell of the waves. The choppy waves crashed against the golden waves, the vendors beginning to set up their canopies to sell their wares along the boardwalk. 

“You did well, Rosinante,” you complimented the tall, blonde man, “Using our words in the appropriate context, I mean.” Rosinante smiled at you, placing his paper rubbish in the brown paper bag.

“Thank you, Mate,” he said with a soft wink, “I appreciate the praise for my efforts.”

“No wakkas, makka,” you smile at him with a shrug. Both men quip their head up, their ears pricking and confusion written on their face. 

“We’ll get into that later, I guess,” you chuckle at the two of them as their confusion deepens.

The large Australian crowd began to take out their surf and boogie boards, set up nets for volleyball, and their wickets for beach cricket. The variety of populus below in various designs bathers, placing sunscreen on their bodies to protect from the deadly UV rays. 

“Beach day?” you ask them, smile drawing up over your features once more.

“Beach day,” Rosinante nods in confirmation, excited to learn more slang and cultural differences as the day broadens its rays over the oceanic backdrop. 

#one piece #x reader #modern au #donquixote rosinante #donquixote corazon #trafalgar law #op law #op rosinante #op corazon #rosinante x reader #platonic fic #australian slang #law x reader #op x reader #one piece fluff #ask snail #snail answers

[rainylana]

favorite little boy<3

@vol2eddie

“You know he’s very poetic.” You smiled widely, stirring the spoon in your coffee.

“He used to write it, actually.” Wayne stifled a yawn. “Well, not…poetry, I guess, but words and things. Boys always had a knack for it. Got that creative gene from his momma.”

You were an early bed, so you got up extra early to make breakfast for Wayne before he went to work. It was you and Eddie’s summer break so you stayed the night there several nights. The both of you had empty plates in front of you, yellow yoke from eggs and a few pieces of crust from toast. It wasn’t even light out yet, just a small orange glow from the oven light across the room.

“He doesn’t like to talk about her much.” You cradled your coffee cup, still clad in your cookie monster pjs and Eddie’s Van Halen shirt. “I wish he would.”

“She’s a sore subject.” The old man nodded. “You’ve got to let him bring it up, otherwise he won’t talk.”

You stared off at the floor, thinking of the woman you were never able to meet. “Is he like her?”

Wayne’s smile lit up the room. “In more ways than one.”

You smiled back, taking a sip of coffee. “I’m crazy in love with your nephew, you know? You gonna let me marry him one day?”

Wayne chuckled, sinking back into his sit at the kitchen top. “Hmm, if I get breakfast like this everyday then sure.”

You stood, grabbing the empty plates and putting them in the sink. “You know, Eddie only turned out so good because of you. That’s what parents do. He’s a lot like you, also. You should give yourself some credit.”

Wayne’s face turned a warm shade. “Thanks, kid. Glad I could do good by em’.”

“Guess I’m just everybody’s favorite little boy then, huh?” Eddie made his grand entrance, bare chested in his blue checkered boxers, hair wild and eyes red from sleep. He held his arms up like he was walking into his kingdom.

“And cocky.” You smirked with a raised brow.

“Up a little early aren’t ya’ son?” Wayne adjusted his hat, sitting up straight.

Eddie ignored his uncle, pulling your arms to him so he could messily kiss your lips, your giggles making him smile. He hummed like a tiger against your mouth.

“Children.” Wayne warned. “Save it for the bedroom, please.”

#lana’s shit post #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things season four #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanons

[trashmouth-padfoot]

Dustin was the first to figure out that Eddie and Steve were dating, and the funny part? They hadn’t even begun dating at that point.

Dustin had been close with the both of them long enough to understand how they acted around people they were attracted to; Eddie liked physical contact, always brushing shoulders or knees with the object of his affections. Steve, on the other hand, stared. He would stare and admire and smile and observe. Dustin saw both sides, and came to the assumption that they were together already.

He realized his assumption was wrong while helping Eddie set up for their DND session at Steve’s house (Dustin volunteered Steve; he had the biggest house, it was the easiest option).

Eddie and Dustin had snuck into Steve’s house at about 8 am, trying their bests to be quiet considering Steve appeared to be asleep. This all went down the drain when Eddie and Dustin began squabbling over something simple, both of them getting louder and louder, to the point they woke Steve up.

Steve came stumbling down his staircase, eyes squished shut to hide from the sun, white tee shirt riding up his chest as he scratched at his side and dark blue and white checkered boxers hugging his thighs, clearly a little tight for boxers. Eddie shut up within seconds, face turning shades of red as he stared at Steve with wide eyes. Dustin hid the half naked Steve from his vision.

“God, man, put some clothes on,” Dustin said, and Steve scoffed.

“You’re in my house, Henderson. Deal with it. Fuck, you two are early as shit. Did you pick up Dustin?” Dustin, after a second, realized that Eddie was being spoken to, and glanced at Eddie, who was still staring, seemingly completely oblivious to Steve’s question. Dustin kicked Eddie in the shin.

“Fuck! What?” Steve snorted a laugh, dragging his hand through undone hair, only distracting Eddie a little more.

“Did you pick up Dustin?”

“Yeah. The little shit left trash in my van again,” Eddie teased affectionately, ruffling Dustin’s hair and hat around a little. Dustin grinned slightly. Steve smiled, watching Eddie with admiration. Dustin, who was used to this pining by now, didn’t notice it much.

“Well. I guess I’ll get up now. Do you two want breakfast?”

“God, Harrington, you can’t cook-”

“Yes. Yes, please,” Eddie interrupted. Dustin gave him a look. Steve smiled gently and walked back up the stairs.

“God, can you two wait to be domestic until y’all actually live together?” Dustin grumbled, tugging the edge of a cloth to straighten it.

“I’m- what?” Eddie asked, brows furrowed in evident confusion. Dustin blinked.

“You and Steve. I’m pretty sure the entirety of Hellfire knows you two are dating by now.” Eddie flushed a bright red, shoulders tightening up.

“We aren’t dating!” he defended, voice pitching. Dustin snorted.

“Sure.”

“Seriously, Henderson. Not dating,” Eddie said, mumbling by the end of it. Dustin took that, turning to stare.

“You’re serious?” Eddie hummed and glanced at his watch, then glanced at the wall clock. “Dude. No way you two aren’t dating. He obviously likes you back.”

“Dustin, don’t meddle,” Eddie warned, and before Dustin could continue, Mike entered, an anxious Will entering behind him. Eddie grinned at the new member of the party, approaching instantly.

“Is this the famous Will the Wise I’ve heard so much about?” Eddie boasted, slightly pushing Mike. Mike huffed a laugh, and Will smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. Dustin saw Steve at the steps, and followed him into the kitchen.

“Harrington. Harrington. Steve!”

“Mm? Yeah?” Steve asked, turning as if his name hadn’t been repeated thrice now.

“Dude. You like Eddie.” Steve turned red.

“I do not.”

“You do too!”

“What makes you think that?” Steve asked, turning the stove on.

“Dude! You stare at him, incessantly. It’s kind of annoying at this point honestly, even I’m not that obsessed with Susie. You smile at him with that dork ass smile of yours and you make those shitty jokes that have worked on no one in the history of never, and Eddie always laughs at them, not because you’re particularly funny, but because he thinks you’re a fucking dork, because you are, and laughs because he definitely likes you too,” Dustin rambled. Steve blinked a bit, staring at Dustin.

“You think?”

“Dude, I know! Sure, sure, the guy’s kinda touchy with everyone, but not as much as he is with you. Good lord, he always sits next to you and he laughs at all your jokes and he calls you ‘princess’ all the time, Harrington are you dense?” Steve stared some more. Dustin blinked before rubbing his temples. “You’re hopeless dude. Absolutely hopeless.”

—

A week later, Dustin is pulled away from some code he was toying with by incessant knocking on his front door.

“Dusty can you get it?! Im making cookies and my hands are all greasy!”

“Of course, Mom!” Dustin called before making sure his code wouldn’t disappear and running downstairs to shut up the knocking. He yanked the door open, met with Eddie’s fist, which almost connected with his face before Eddie jumped.

“Henderson!”

“Munson!” Dustin returned with mock enthusiasm. “What are you doing pounding on my door at seven at night?? It’s dark out. Aren’t you working today-”

“Steve asked me out. Steve Harrington asked me out.”

“Yeah, Ed, Theres only one Steve that we both know and it’s Steve Harrington, oh my lord,” Dustin heaved before Eddie shook Dustin’s shoulders.

“He asked me out, Dustin!”

“Good! The world itself is exhausted with watching you two pine for each other.” Eddie’s face flattened.

“You need to bring the attitude down a few notches.”

“You need to bring your crush down a few notches.”

“Oh my god. Be happy for me.”

“I’m happy for me, you two are finally getting together.”

#steddie #dustin henderson #dustin stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #edward munson #steve stranger things #steven harrington #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #Steve has hearing issues hc #you can’t tell me i’m wrong

[natalia-lafourcade]

Johnny + Yuta "Work It" ↳for @likeasoup

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Image Description

5 GIFS of NCT members Johnny and Yuta

(1/5) A bright outdoor scene. Johnny and Jisung are standing back to back and pumping their arms while laughing. Johnny’s hair is bleached blond and reaches his shoulders. He is wearing a light blue dress shirt over a cerulean blazer. Jisungs hair is slicked back and he is wearing a white vest over a bright orange dress shirt. The scene changes to reveal Yuta dancing as well. His blue hair is slicked back and he is wearing a black dress shirt under a teal blazer.

(2/5) Shot of NCT dancing in front of a bright yellow LED screen. Johnny is in the center and he is dancing by raising his left arm. His hair is in a half up-do. He is wearing black skinny jeans with star print, a black t-shirt under a white long sleeved shirt, and checkered vans. Behind him we can see glimpses of Jaemin and Jungwoo.

(3/5) Yuta in front of a bright blue LED screen. His hands are clasped and then he points to the camera. He is wearing a cheetah print windbreaker with black accents.

(4/5) Johnny standing in front of a curtain made of shiny red streamers. He is ni the same outfit as the previous gif. His hands are cupped as he blows red confetti from his hands into the camera.

(5/5) Close up shot of Yuta staring intently at the camera. He is sitting against a bright yellow wall. He is wearing the same cheetah print blazer and he is wearing silver rhinestone studded earrings.

#nct #nct u #nctu #nctedit #mgroupsedit #nctinc #johnny suh #nct johnny #yuta #nakamoto yuta #tw: flashing #tw: flashing gif #hi kim!!! #i hope you like these <3 #mio

[utapri-translations-uuuu]

HE★VENS LOVE AFFAIR - About, Rules, Members & Track List

Do not retranslate/repost without permission.

Let's have a love affair that is like ascending to heaven

About

The ultimate romance reality show is here!

Who will be the one to win Angel's heart?

Seven members with distinct personalities compete for true love.

An exciting and thrilling communal life in a share house. A splendid love affair is created.

Who will be the one to give Angel the kiss of victory in the end?

Rules

An angelic person called “Angel” will be living together with "HE★VENS", men with enough charm to rule over heaven, in a share house.

Throughout their daily life in the share house, Angel will be approached by the seven men.

And when communal life comes to an end, there will be a confession!

A couple will be formed when Angel accepts the love balloon which is presented along with a confession of love. The man pledges his eternal love with a sweet kiss.

Members

Eiichi

Racing driver

The one who will receive the checkered flag of love will be me!

The epitome of a racing driver, who became famous overnight. He has broken many records for the youngest-ever, achieving glory. The highest platform on the podium is reserved for him.

Kira

Potter

Let's polish our feelings... and create a beautiful masterpiece of love.

A master potter of peerless talent, known for his use of deep shades of blue. His works, which are designed to be delicate, are artistically exceptional, yet harmonious.

Nagi

Detective

There’s no mystery that I can’t solve. Including love, you know?

A “real-life great detective” who surpasses the acclaimed genius detectives from stories. His brilliant deductions have led him to solve one difficult case after another, and he has been awarded countless certificates of gratitude.

Eiji

Florist

Flowers and people bloom as beautifully as the amount of love we give them.

A promising young florist who is making a name for himself by creating flower arrangements. His works are frequently used to decorate the lobbies of various hotels and restaurants.

Van

Baseball player

I’ll hit your heart squarely and score a grand slam!

Since he joined the team in the first round of the draft, he has shown outstanding talent in both offense and defense and has won numerous awards. He’s also popular for his free and refreshing way of speaking outside of the field.

Yamato

Martial artist

You and me, which of us will fall in love? Shall we compete?

A world-class martial artist who is widely recognized as the strongest. With the various techniques performed by his muscular body, he continues to break the record for the most consecutive wins.

Shion

Zoologist

Being in love with you is what was predestined by nature to happen.

He is one of Japan’s most outstanding zoologists. He is second to none when it comes to research about birds. He is also known for his writing skills, and his books have surpassed the status of just academic publications, becoming bestsellers.

Track List

✿❀ INVITATION TO "HE★VENS LOVE AFFAIR"

✿❀ Theme song: LOVE AFFAIR

✿❀ SHARE HOUSE LIFE

✿❀ LOVE APPROACH Day 1. by Eiichi

✿❀ LOVE APPROACH Day 2. by Kira

✿❀ LOVE APPROACH Day 3. by Nagi

✿❀ LOVE APPROACH Day 4. by Eiji

✿❀ LOVE APPROACH Day 5. by Van

✿❀ LOVE APPROACH Day 6. by Yamato

✿❀ LOVE APPROACH Day 7. by Shion

✿❀ CHOOSE ME

✿ WHO DO YOU CHOOSE?

❀ LOVE AFFAIR with X

✿ Ending Theme: LOVE ABLAZE

✿ Theme song: LOVE AFFAIR *off vocal

✿ Ending Theme: LOVE ABLAZE *off vocal

❀ LOVE DATE with X

✿= Regular Edition

❀= First Press Limited Edition with X Ver.

#uta no prince sama #utapri #translation #english #he★vens #heavens #eiichi otori #eiji otori #nagi mikado #kira sumeragi #yamato hyuga #shion amakusa #van kiryuin #drama cd

[roberrtphilip]

tagged by @lumiereandcogsworth 💖💖

the last song I listened to: Must be Love by Niall Horan

favorite color: blue and black

currently watching: nothing because I simply cannot ever sit down and watch a tv show. although I do occasionally go back and rewatch all of kanthony's scenes from bridgerton, so perhaps that counts

spicy/savory/sweet: sweet

relationship status: married to the hit Disney film Enchanted

current obsession: Enchanted 🩵 and kanthony, though to a lesser degree

favorite board game: I used to really love Clue :]

coffee or tea: I recently said I didn't like coffee, but I've changed my mind. if I load it with a fuckton of creamer, it's very yummy 😋

favorite piece of clothing I own: mm probably my checkered Vans hoodie, but I also have this really stupid Enchanted shirt with Robert, Giselle, and Narissa on it that says "Anything's Possible" that cracks me up, so that too.

last movie I watched: The Strangers (2008),,, bit boring ngl but I've heard the second one is better, so I will be watching

dogs or cats: both <3

and I'll tag, errrrm, @madisonrooney @thepurpleandgold @ree-duh @frich @amaliabalash @dearreader @spacealiencafe @impossibledial and uhhh anyone else that wants to do this, sorry I'm terrible at tagging people </3

#I always forget to participate when people tag me in things but :p #em.txt

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

illicit affairs | three

*Ellie’s POV*

Tyler was nice enough to pick Liam up from daycare and took him home for the night so I could be alone. It was 3:30 by the time I finished my work so I decided to get ready. I cut almost a foot of my hair off and it was so freeing, as if any hair Noah touched was gone. I did a classic red lip and black winged liner for my make up, and threw on some light blue ripped jeans, a black strapless shirt and my checkered vans. I look a deep breath as I looked at myself in the mirror. Even though I didn’t want to see him, I hope I make him eat his heart out if I do.

“Remember, you’re doing this for Matt, not him.” I nodded at Danielle as I took a shot, chasing it with my gin and tonic. I was getting a huge wave of deja vu and I didn’t like it one bit. We went up to the balcony to avoid being seen by them. The openers this time were Erra and I See Stars and they were so fucking good, listening to them made me realize how much I missed listening to this kind of music. It was also nice to see Jesse and Clint play instead of awkwardly running into them in Noah’s kitchen. I had to admit Clint was really good … “Oh my god.” Danielle and I looked at each other as Bad Omens got onto the stage. They were all wearing ski masks as they opened with Artificial suicide. I kept my eyes on Folio to distract myself from looking at Noah, but I kept stealing glances at him. He looked a lot more confident than he did last year and his stage presence was hard to ignore. He took his mask off and I noticed he had cut his hair even shorter, I hated how he could pull off any length of hair. “I still think no one is doing front of house like Matt is.” Danielle commented, “These guys sound so fucking good thanks to him.” “I know, he really is the best.” I replied, feeling a small smile appear on my lips. I looked over the balcony and saw Matt working his magic. He looked so cute as his head bobbed to the music while his hands constantly adjusted the sounds. Danielle nudged me as she pointed at my face, “are you blushing?” “No.” I quickly clapped back as cupped my cheek. Fuck, I was burning up. She just rolled her eyes as we went back to watching the band. Their new stage set up was really cool and I was floored hearing a remastered version of Broken Youth. Noah always told me that song would never see the light of day again, I guess that was just another lie he told me. After the song ended, I saw Noah look up in our direction. He definitely saw us and I felt like my world stopped in that moment. “We’ve been spotted. Do you wanna go?”

“No.” I replied, not taking my eyes off him, he was seemingly doing the same. “I’m not letting him win.”

We both watched him as the chords for Just Pretend started. He was amping up for a speech, I could tell. I gripped harder onto the balcony as I prayed he didn’t say anything or call me out. The more chords Jolly played, the faster my heart would beat. Every time I hear that song it feels like I’m time travelling back to Seattle when he dedicated it to me. “Before I start, I just wanted to dedicate this to someone who may or not be here tonight. Help me sing loud enough that she can hear me.” My jaw was on the fucking floor as I looked over at Danielle, who had the same expression on her face. Of course he knew I was here. He kept looking up here every chance he got. As he sang the song, he had this smug smirk on his face. He knew what he was fucking doing. Noah stood on one of the risers, pointing in my direction as the song came to an end.

“Weigh down on me, stay 'til morning. Way down, would you say I'm worthy?”

My knuckles were turning white as I gripped onto the rail harder. I didn’t know if I wanted to cry or roll my eyes…the nerve of this man.

#noah sebastian #bad omens #fanfic

[smallearthboundfindings]

Did you know that a few things sit outside of ordinary view in Smash’s Onett stage? I’ve gathered a few shots of this to show a few things out of frame! (Sorted by exactly where these are.) The layout of the town naturally has a different layout to how Onett actually is, but it’s kind of cool how most of the essentials are there.

To the left:

[Id: a screenshot of Super Smash Bros. Ultimate’s Onett stage. The camera is rotated left to show a blue house, a yellow fire hydrant, and a tunnel.]

In the fourth wall:

[Id: two screenshots of the same subject, this time tilted back to show objects in the fourth wall. The first picture shows a small market with one stall and red and yellow tulips spread across two yellow checkered picnic blankets, and the corner of a baseball field. The second image shows two bikes across the road in front of the blue house on the stage. Hi Marth, what are you doing on the roof?]

Behind the stage:

[Id: two screenshots showing the area behind the stage. The first one shows the cliffs while the second does not, showing more of the paths and roads. There is a meteorite on the tallest cliff and three houses closer to the viewer on the cliff. The Onett hotel and hospital are in front of the cliffs followed by a grid of six houses. An excavator is between the two houses on the top-right corner.]

To the right:

[Id: two more screenshots, this time with the camera facing the right. A purple house with a billboard, the Onett arcade, and another tunnel can be seen. The billboard says “Onett Message Board. Caution: a black van driven by this guy has been spotted racing recklessly through town. Be careful!” There is a picture of a member of the Runaway Five beside the text.”

#mother series #earthbound #mother 2 #super smash bros #super smash ultimate #small earthbound findings #nintendo #onett #i hope hi Marth is still accessible it’s just funny phrasing