#Metro Headlines

[lok-shakti]

क्या एक हुई लोक जनशक्ति पार्टी? UP राज्य निर्वाचन आयोग का नोटिफिकेशन तो कुछ यही बता रहा, बिहार तक गरमाई सियासत

क्या एक हुई लोक जनशक्ति पार्टी? UP राज्य निर्वाचन आयोग का नोटिफिकेशन तो कुछ यही बता रहा, बिहार तक गरमाई सियासत

लखनऊ: उत्तर प्रदेश राज्य निर्वाचन आयोग की ओर से बांगला चुनाव चिह्न लोक जनशक्ति पार्टी के लिए आवंटित कर दिया गया है। लोक जनशक्ति पार्टी अभी अस्तित्व में ही नहीं है। भारत निर्वाचन आयोग ने दल का नाम और चुनाव चिन्ह दोनों सीज किया हुआ है। इसके बाद भी राज्य निर्वाचन आयोग की ओर से जारी मान्यता प्राप्त दलों की लिस्ट में लोजपा का नाम और बंगला चुनाव चिह्न हैरान करने वाला है। मान्यता प्राप्त दलों की बात…

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#bihar politics #Chirag Paswan #Latest Metro News #LJP in Up municipal Election #Metro Headlines #Metro News #Metro News in Hindi #pashupati kumar paras #up municipal election #Up Municipal Election 2022 #UP municipal Election Symbol list #UP State Election Commission #चिराग पासवान पशुपति कुमार पारसो #मेट्रो Samachar #यूपी नगर निकाय चुनाव में लोजपा

[dark-moon-blg]

#metro headlines #dark #black #rainy aesthetic #peace and love #dark aesthetic #museum #alone #art #dark moon #black lives matter #chaos #beauty #love

[granddreamerkingdom]

राज ठाकरे प्रेस कांफ्रेंस

राज ठाकरे प्रेस कांफ्रेंस

मुंबई: महाराष्ट्र नवनिर्माण सेना (Maharashtra Navnirman Sena) के अध्यक्ष राज ठाकरे (Raj Thackeray) ने लाउडस्पीकर के मुद्दे पर प्रेस कॉन्फ्रेंस में उद्धव सरकार को फिर चेतावनी दी है। राज ठाकरे ने कहा कि अगर मस्जिदों से लाउडस्पीकर पर अजान दी जाएगी तो वहां पर हम दोगुनी आवाज़ में हनुमान चालीसा का पाठ करेंगे। उन्होंने चेतावनी भरे लहजे में कहा कि हमारा आंदोलन कोई चार मई तक सीमित नहीं है और यह तब तक चलेगा…

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#allegations on sharad pawar #fir against raj thackeray #Latest Metro News #mahavikas aghadi news #Metro Headlines #Metro News #Metro News in Hindi #raj thackeray controversy #raj thackeray latest news #raj thackeray news #raj thackeray on loudspeaker #raj thackeray on sharad pawar #raj thackeray press conference #sharad pawar latest news #मेट्रो Samachar

[unashamedly-ineffable]

Questions I would like answered in season 3

WHY IS IT ALWAYS THE SAME NEWSPAPER?!?

#The same title in three separate days #And the metro!? #It's literally free #Is it about the date? #Or about the headline?? #I HAVE TO KNOW #Good omens #good omens theory

[crimeronan]

the heat is currently off outside of the bedrooms to save on electricity when it's Snowy As Hell Outside so selena is curled up on me n rafi's bed being chillycold in a sunbeam and not even following me to the bathroom like she usually does when i get up. poor baby. i feel u angel.

#my mom texted me cuz apparently portland's snow made national headlines #if it were nh this would be nothing. since it's here the entire metro area is in tatters #almost ​no one has traction tires (i'm lucky in that i do) and some ppl were trapped on the highway overnight #selena blogging

[bronva]

Take That reunite to headline BST Hyde Park in only UK date for 2023

Take That reunite to headline BST Hyde Park in only UK date for 2023

This will be the first time Take That have headlined BST Hyde Park (Picture: Dave J Hogan/Getty) Take That are to headline the BST Hyde Park festival next summer – as if we weren’t excited enough for the line-up already. Gary Barlow, Howard Donald and Mark Owen will reunite on Saturday July 1 for their only UK live date of the year. They will be joined on the line-up by chart-topping Irish band…

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#2023 #bst #date #for #headline #hyde #metro #only #park #reunite? #take #that

[thephotograbber]

"photos I almost deleted but then started editing them" 5/? #metro #streetphotography #scotland #newspaper #headline #pure #evil (at Edinburgh, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch6fPEHM3BN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#metro #streetphotography #scotland #newspaper #headline #pure #evil

[allthecanadianpolitics]

It was Samantha Henry’s first time on strike, and one that made headlines across the country.

“Some people thought the strike would only last a week, a couple of days. And we went into almost five weeks,” said Henry, one of some 3,700 Metro employees in the Toronto area who walked off the job this summer.

In previous rounds of bargaining that didn’t lead to strikes, Henry says public feedback over workers’ demands was often negative.

“It was all like … ‘What do you expect? She’s a retail worker.’”

This summer felt different. People, including many regular Metro customers, joined workers on picket lines, promised to boycott Metro-owned stores, honked car horns as they drove past and brought gift cards, coffee and snacks. [...]

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Tagging: @politicsofcanada

#cdnpoli #workers' rights #union organizing #strike action #capitalism #neoliberalism

[lok-shakti]

मतभेद के बाद बीते 6 साल में चौथी बार नजदीक आए अखिलेश और शिवपाल, अभी भी संशय में हैं चाचा-भतीजा के समर्थक

मतभेद के बाद बीते 6 साल में चौथी बार नजदीक आए अखिलेश और शिवपाल, अभी भी संशय में हैं चाचा-भतीजा के समर्थक

लखनऊ: समाजवादी पार्टी (Samajwadi Party) के अध्यक्ष एवं उत्तर प्रदेश के पूर्व मुख्यमंत्री अखिलेश यादव (Akhilesh Yadav) और उनके चाचा प्रगतिशील समाजवादी पार्टी (लोहिया) के प्रमुख शिवपाल सिंह यादव (Shivpal Singh Yadav) ने रविवार को सैफई में एक मंच पर आकर लोगों को संबोधित किया तो बीते 6 वर्ष में यह चौथा मौका था, जब दोनों ने आपसी मतभेद भुलाकर एक-दूसरे का सहयोग करने की घोषणा की। हालांकि, दोनों के समर्थक…

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#akhilesh yadav #akhilesh yadav news #Latest Metro News #Metro Headlines #Metro News #Metro News in Hindi #Samajwadi party news #Shivpal Akhilesh Yadav #shivpal singh yadav #UP Samachar #अखिलेश यादव समाचार #मेट्रो Samachar #शिवपाल सिंह यादव #समाजवादी पार्टी

[king-krisu]

We talk about this a lot atleast irl, but I can't wait for the day my niece or someone maybe gets into Käärijä in like 15 years, just like kids are now getting into old rock bands, and I can tell them what it was like to actually experience everything as it was happening. Like yes we did have a fucking yogurt with his face on it, he had hairspray, you went to London and saw his cumface ad on a bus stop, around nye you couldn't step on the metro without seeing his face on the vuosi vaihtuu ad, during spring facebook marketplace and tori was filled with any neon green item being sold as "Käärijä toilet brush" or "Käärijä bottle opener", when he lost his bolero on the highway it made national headlines, every week you'd hear of yet another small town filled to the brim as he performed at some tiny festival, during Eurovision we dressed our lantern bearers in Helsinki in giant boleros, a presidential candidate referenced him as like the 8th word in his opening speech, he really was fucking everywhere. Like how crazy that all of us got into this as it all started and we've seen these updates live as they come

#gonna tell my nieces and nephews about the kaivohuone show as if it were queen at live aid 1985 #yeah kids he came to do cha cha cha in the crowd with us!! #gonna recite bojere lore as if its scriptire i swear to god #'so on the original nordic tour september of 2023' and theyll groan like yeah mf we know #käärijä #jere pöyhönen #cha cha cha

[granddreamerkingdom]

नवनीत राणा और रवि को मिली बेल, लेकिन ये शर्तें तोड़ीं तो फिर पहुंच सकते हैं जेल

नवनीत राणा और रवि को मिली बेल, लेकिन ये शर्तें तोड़ीं तो फिर पहुंच सकते हैं जेल

मुंबई:हनुमान चालीसा विवाद (Hanuman chalisa row) में नवनीत राणा (Navneet Rana) और उनके पति रवि राणा (Ravi Rana) को मुंबई की सेशंस कोर्ट ने 50 हजार के निजी मुचलके पर जमानत (Bail) दे दी है। इसके पहले उन्‍हें 14 दिनों के लिए न्‍यायिक ह‍िरासत में भेजा गया था। कोर्ट ने राणा दंपति को कई शर्तों पर जमानत दी है। इससे पहले बुधवार को सुनवाई से पहले नवनीत राणा क तब‍ियत बि‍गड़ गई जिसके बाद उन्‍हें मुंबई के…

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#hanuman chalisa row #Latest Metro News #Metro Headlines #Metro News #Metro News in Hindi #navneet rana bail #navneet rana case #navneet rana latest news #navneet rana news #navneet ravi rana bail #ravi rana bail #मुंबई #मुंबई हाई कोर्ट #मेट्रो Samachar #हनुमान चालीसा विवाद

[captainofthetidesbreath]

TRAPP HEIR DROWNS must've been a headline the next morning. It must've been news. The eldest child of one of the city's richest and most powerful families is suddenly dead in a tragic accident. Not important enough to make THE headline, surely, but there's plenty of front page below the fold, more than enough space to cover the misfortunes of Newfaire's old money.

The Periphery must have archived with the case file an interview with Nathaniel Trapp, aged 9, brother of the decedent, only witness to the event. Did the officer try to reassure Nathaniel that he was not in trouble? Even if they did, Nathaniel certainly never believed them.

How far under and far downstream did the water pull his brother? Did the river not want to give him back? Did they have to recover his body from the river, Periphery boats and diving teams and all? A family as powerful as the Trapps, they could demand the entire river upended. For their golden child, they would too. How long did it take to find him? Did they ever? For how many days longer did they look for him than they did that South Soffit kid who vanished the month prior?

How long was this the talk of the town? Were there rumors of foul play? Bully pulpit speeches about the disparity in attention and care across social class lines? Small talk just to fill the space wondering if they found that Trapp kid? Unsolicited opinions of what people think really happened?

Does everyone over a certain age remember when this happened? When Nathaniel Trapp introduces himself to some, does this come to mind? Is this memory he tried to forget remembered by the historical record and social memory of Newfaire? Do they hear his name, see how old he is, and think: old money, the metro, dead brother?

#I started writing a fic exploring these concepts but I haven't finished yet so have a post cobbled together out of of the phrases in it #just thinking about the stuff like this that are fixtures of cultural memory both in the country and the world and even here locally in NYC #Nathaniel Trapp #Candela Obscura #Critical Role #Candela things #circle of needle and thread

[ladymunson]

Is This Love

Fic summary: Eddie’s band Corroded Coffin is playing a gig at the Metro Club in Chicago, Illinois. You’ve been a fan since you saw them perform at your middle school talent show, around that time you’d developed your crush on Eddie. Unbeknownst to you, Eddie had also been harbouring a secret crush on you for years. Will he finally shoot his shot?

This is my very first one shot, I hope you all enjoy it. Inspired by the Whitesnake song.

Word count: 3521

Warnings: Lots of SMUT, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), mentions of parents fighting, mentions of drinking and smoking, brief mention of fingering

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You arrive at the club early, you know that the headliners don’t go on until 10pm but you wanted to get there before all the screaming groupies.

You’d dressed in a black mini skirt, a Metallica sleeveless shirt, black leather jacket, fishnets and platform boots. You show that you’re a actual fan and not just there for the gorgeous long haired lead singer and guitarist.

Eddie Munson. Your middle and high school crush. The one you’d never had the courage to act upon. You didn’t avoid Eddie but you tried not to get too close, you were worried that you’d blurt it out one day. You didn’t belong to the Hellfire Club but you weren’t part of the ‘in crowd’ in school either, in fact those were the people who bullied you but you didn’t care. You’d spent your evenings and weekends listening to heavy metal, watching the Star Wars movies and reading fantasy novels.

Eddie was a year ahead of you in school but you ended up graduating the year before he did, as he failed twice. His band had been signed as soon as he’d finally graduated the year after you. You’d moved out of Hawkins straight after graduation, wanting to get away from your parents constant bickering. It didn’t matter much as your mom ended up staying with you at least once a month, and the phone calls made you feel like you’re back at home.

Your apartment wasn’t huge, but you’d saved up enough money from babysitting, tutoring and your job in the bookstore. You were very proud of your place, it was on the outskirts of Chicago so the rent was slightly cheaper. You had to travel into the city for work so you knew the place well. You’ve been waitressing at a diner five days a week during the day, and you tend bar twice at the weekend. You hope to save up enough to start night classes next semester.

You know the security at the bar, having been a regular visitor since you moved to Chicago, so you had no problems getting in. Once inside you went to the bar for a beer and headed to a table where you’d get a great view of the stage. You know Eddie always stood on the left, the right when looking at the stage so you made sure you were in his eye line.

He might not see you due to the lights but if he did, you hoped he’d recognise you. You’d tutored him in English when you were back in school. He’d passed that class but failed to graduate due to failing other classes.

You nursed that beer for an hour before the club started to fill up, you know the bartender Liv as well, having tended bar with her at another location. She sends a fresh beer over with another bartender that you know, Carrie, who isn’t working tonight.

Carrie approaches the table, two bottles of beer in her hands, one of them is your brand.  You look up at her with a cocked eyebrow. “Liv sent you another beer, said you’ve been sitting here alone for like 40 mins. Date stand you up?”

“Nah no date, not in months. Just here to enjoy the music.” You reply, accepting the beer with a smile. “I’ll settle up with Liv at the end of the night.” You clink bottles together and take a drink.

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Eddie is backstage, smoking a joint and drinking a beer. He can hear the sounds of  Ten Seconds to Love by Motley Crue coming through the speakers, the walls are so thin. He has to be careful about bringing a groupie back here tonight.

He always picked a girl out from the crowd, the ones that looked at him with hearts and dollar signs in their eyes, and would dedicate a song to her. He’d always choose someone who looked like her. Then he’d invite the random girl backstage, to smoke and fool around, so she’d have a story to tell her friends. To make him seem like a real rockstar.

Lately though, he was tired of hook ups that meant nothing, that were forgotten almost as quickly as they happened. Tired of the girls saying his full name as his fingers were inside them. They didn’t know him, not really, they knew his stage persona. The one that’s full of confidence and sex appeal. Behind closed doors, he’s insecure, always thinking he’s not good enough. If he was he would’ve….

“Munson!!” The doors flew open as Gareth and Jeff burst in.

“Jesus H Christ! Are you trying to kill me?!” Eddie clutches his chest.

“Sorry but we had to….” Gareth says.

Jeff butts in, “Stop being such a wuss and tell him already!”

“I was about to but you cut me off…”

“Shut up!” Eddie yells, sick of the bickering that was just getting started. They stop and look at him. “Now… would you ladies like to tell me why you interrupted my pre show blunt?”

They look at each other, Gareth gulps before answering with his eyes on the floor. “Y/N is here.”

The room begins to spin. Either this weed is strong shit, or Eddie is having a panic attack. He hasn’t seen you in two years, since you left Hawkins after graduating. And yet the sound of your name makes him feel as nervous as he did the first time Corroded Coffin played at the talent show in middle school.

“Are you sure?” Eddie looks at both of them.

They nod. “Fuck!”

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The first band came and went, you feel bad that they were so forgettable. They had some fans in the crowd but you couldn’t even remember their name.

Carrie had stayed with you, not wanting you to be alone. Guys have been giving you the eye all night but you’d not even noticed until Carrie pointed it out.

“What about him? He’s hot.” She says pointing to the guy standing three tables down from you. “He’s been staring at you since he got here.” He was good looking, blonde haired, tall and muscular. He was in a RATT vest and dark jeans, you could see the muscles bulging under his shirt.

“Not interested!” You give her the side eye.

“Okay well… you know that Liv is single?” You turn your head quickly, the serious expression on her face making you break out into a fit of giggles. “What’s funny?”

You can’t speak due to your laughter, Carrie  huffs and pouts, folding her arms across her chest. Your laughter dies down. “I’m sorry Caz, just because I’m not interested in any of these guys doesn’t mean…”

She nods, “I get it y/n, just giving you options.” You smile and thank her as the second opening band start their set.

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Eddie pokes his head out of the door that leads to the backstage area to see if he can find you, he doesn’t even need to look very hard. He’d spot you during rush hour at grand central station. His crush having got to the point where he knew every freckle on your face, the shape of your lips, all the various colours in your eyes, the slope of your nose and of course the curves of your body.

The crush he had on you has festered over the years and he thinks it’s now more than a crush. He gazes at you, love in his eyes. You’ve grown your hair out since he last saw you, it looks the perfect length to grab. Eddie curses his mind, it had to go there. He turns back into the backstage area before his semi becomes a full blown erection and he’ll have to go and rub one out in the dingy bathroom.

He ignores the tent in his pants and goes back to the dressing room, relighting his joint and taking a long drag. He worries that seeing you when he’s on stage is gonna affect his playing…

“How do you guys feel about doing a… ballad tonight?” Eddie asks nervously. The guys smirk but say nothing, letting Eddie ramble on. “I mean I know we don’t usually, but you know that y/n is here and I’ve liked her for the longest time so do you think maybe…?” The guys burst into laughter. Eddie hangs his head in defeat.

They see how their laughing has effected him so they stop and look at each other. “What song were you thinking?” His head snaps up.

“You know we’ve jammed and played a few songs off the new Whitesnake album?” They all nod. “I was thinking Is This Love, it says all the things I’m afraid to say.” They all agree to play that song. Eddie has butterflies, he worries that you’ll reject or laugh at him but he tries to stay brave.

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The lights go out in the club, except those behind the bar. You feel nerves start to bubble up as the headliners, Corroded Coffin are announced. The crowd goes wild and there’s a loud guitar riff as the lights go on and there’s an explosion as the pyros go off and they break into their first song.

Eddie steps up to the microphone and begins singing, his voice is silky and beautiful. The sound going straight between your legs, you cross your legs to gain some friction. You’re embarrassed about doing it in plain sight but the sight of him and the sound of his voice lights a fire inside you. But no one seems to notice, everyone is too busy mesmerised by the band performing on stage.

The song finishes and there’s a huge round of applause, cheering and screaming. “Wow, now I know what all the hype is about!” Carrie yells over the sound of the crowd, you don’t answer, you simply nod.

“We are Corroded Coffin and here’s one you might know!” Eddie says, and slams his hand down the strings of his guitar and the recognisable opening riff of ‘Master of Puppets’ begins. You almost fall off your chair, you’re wearing a Master of Puppets shirt! Has he seen you already? They play the song flawlessly, you’re on the edge of your seat the whole time and instantly on your feet at the end. Cheering and clapping for them.

“What’s gotten in to you?” Carrie asks as you sit back down.

“Nothing just…” you point to your shirt. “It’s my favourite Metallica song.” Carrie smirks but says nothing. The band play a couple more original songs, you clap and cheer along with everyone else.

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“We’d like to slow things down for a moment, to catch our breath before our big finale. This song is dedicated to… y/n.” Eddie says, and the opening chords of the song began, you recognised them instantly. Your breath catches in your throat and tears form behind your eyes. And then Eddie starts singing.

I should’ve known better, than to let you go alone.

It’s times like these, can’t make it on my own. Wasted days, and sleepless nights. I can’t wait to see you again.

I find I spend my time, waiting on your call.

 How can I tell you babe, my back’s against the wall.

I need you by my side, to tell me it’s alright. ‘Cause I don’t think I can take any more.

Is this love, that I’m feeling

Is this the love, that I’ve been searching for

Is this love, or am I dreaming

Is this love, ‘cause it’s really got a hold on me.

“Did he mean you?” Carrie asks as there’s the instrumental after the chorus. You turn to face her but you didn’t need to answer, she could see it written all over your face. “So that’s why you didn’t want me to help you get a date…”

“We went to high school together but I haven’t seen him in two years.” Carrie’s eyes widen. “I guess this means that he had a crush on me too.”  Eddie locks eyes with you and continues singing.

Can’t stop the feeling, I’ve been this way before.

But with you I’ve found the key, to open any door.

I can feel my love for you, growing stronger day by day.

And I can’t wait to see you again, so I can hold you in my arms.

Is this love, that I’m feeling…

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When the song is finished, you and Eddie stare at each other. The crowd goes wild. He turns to look at Gareth and nods, Gareth counts in for the final song. You don’t stop staring at Eddie and the way his fingers flow up and down the neck of his guitar, the light shining off his rings.

The song comes to an end and the band thanks the crowd. Eddie looks back towards the boys who grin nod at him, he flashes a grin back and jumps off the stage. Making his way through the screaming crowd, ignoring all the girls who are manhandling him until he gets to you.

He reaches you, grabs your hand and pulls you out of your seat. Your face is flushed as you stand, he flashes that stupid fucking grin at you. The one that used to leave you with damp underwear, and pulls you towards the door.

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The air hits you as you get outside, a harsh change compared to the sweat inducing heat inside. Eddie begins to pull you towards his van but you stop him, leaning against the wall outside and reaching inside your jacket for your cigarettes and lighter.

Eddie grabs them from your hand, staring straight into your eyes, breath heaving. He drops them onto the floor and reaches for you, cupping your face and leaning his forehead on yours.

“Five fucking years, not waiting anymore.” Eddie says, brushing his lips against yours. You moan and grab the back of his head, pulling him closer. Your lips part, granting him access. He groans into your mouth as your tongue sweeps along his, taking in his taste. He tastes like beer, whisky and cigarettes. A combination you hadn’t even been aware that was your kryptonite. You let out a moan, your hands tangling in his hair.

He pulls away momentarily, catching his breath and looking around, trying to find a private spot. He spots an alleyway about fifteen yards from where you’re standing, grabs your hand, grins and drags you into the alley.

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You’re pushed against the wall and Eddie’s mouth is on yours again, tongues and hands exploring. Your arms are around his neck as he kisses the life out of you. Eddie’s hands grab your thighs and he lifts you, your legs wrapping around his waist and locking just above the curve of his ass.

His hands wander underneath your skirt, playing with the gusset of your underwear. “Holy shit y/n! You’re fucking soaked!” Eddie moans into your mouth as you continue kissing. The urgency of your kissing making your teeth clash together. Eddie stops kissing you for a moment and fumbles to find his belt and zipper, finding them after a moment and undoing his pants.

A thought crosses your mind and you lean forward like you’re going to kiss him again, but you instead take his bottom lip between your teeth and nip him gently. You feel his cock twitch under your ass and he growls. He pulls your underwear aside, and lines himself up with your heat, coating himself in your slick.

“You okay with this?” Eddie asks breathlessly. You let out a breathy “yes” and he begins to slide inside you. Your eyes roll back, your mouth opens and you let out a moan as he begins to fill your dripping cunt. Your walls pulsating around him, making him grunt as he continues to slide into you.

‘Jesus he must be fucking huge!’ You think to yourself as he’s still not fully inside you. You revel in the stretch as he bottoms out, completely sheathed in you. You feel… complete, like he’s a part of your that’s been missing all your life.

“You’re so warm and wet, and tight… fuck it’s like you were made just for me!” Eddie moans as he begins to move, sliding through your wetness smoothly. Gliding in and out of your heat like a man possessed. Your hands are in his hair again and you pull his face to yours, kissing him like you’re starved for him. “I’ve waited so fucking long for this y/n.” He groans into your mouth. “It always took every fibre of my being to not bend you over the lunch table and take you right there in the cafeteria.” You grin at the thought.

“Shit!” Eddie’s hips falter. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep going.”

You look around the alley and spot a large crate in the corner and point to it. Eddie turns his head and nods, leaving his cock inside you as he grabs your thighs, holding you up and walks over to the crate. He sits on the edge, pulling himself further on while you’re still on him.

Your knees now on the crate and Eddie in an almost laying position, you grin at him. Leaning down for a quick peck on the lips before your hands press down on his chest and you lift yourself ever so slightly. A strangled sound leaves Eddie’s throat and you smile to yourself.

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‘Holy fucking shit! She’s gonna ride me! I never ever thought this would happen our first time.’ Eddie thinks to himself as you lift and lower yourself into him again.

Your wet velvety walls squeezing his rock hard cock, he can’t remember the last time he was this hard. You begin circling your hips and Eddie almost loses his goddamn mind, he’s never known anyone like you. You’re not only caring about your pleasure, but about his too.

Most of the girls that he’d hooked up with backstage have always been his priority, none of them even got him remotely close so he just got them off so they would leave. But you… you were something else!

Variating between circling your hips, rolling them and lifting up and sliding back down on to his cock. He tries to sit up so he can kiss you but you hold him down, winking at him as you move faster.

“Baby… slow down.” Eddie whispers, you stop and look at him. “I want you there with me.” You move your hands off his chest and he sits up, his left hand cupping the back of your head as he covers your mouth with his. His tongue flicking all around as he devours your mouth.

His right hand reaches between you, finding your sensitive bundle of nerves, making shocks flow through you. Eddie can feel the little flutters around his cock, he wants you to cum, to make the memory of how you feel as your walls clench and pulsate around him.

He releases your mouth, and groans out, “come for me baby!”

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His words instantly trigger your climax, making you cry out and hold onto Eddie for dear life. You’ve never experienced an orgasm this intense before in your life. It’s the kind that you’ve read about in magazines. The one that makes your eyes roll back, tears flow and your entire body shake all over. You thought those kinds of orgasms were a myth… until now.

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Eddie comes with you, but he’d had never had his cock squeezed this tightly before. It’s like your cunt is trying to strangle him and milk him all at the same time, it makes his climax run longer than he’s used to. You hold each other for a while, coming down from your high and trying to catch your breath.

Is this what people mean when they talk about soul mates? Eddie cynical brain is starting to think that may be a very real thing. 

You smile, “that was… something else!” You breathe out.

Eddie looks at you with hooded eyes, “mine now?”

“I’ve always been yours Eddie.” He grins and lifts you off of him, sliding your underwear back into place.

Eddie looks at you and smiles, leaning in to gently brush his lips across yours. He pulls back just enough to touch his forehead to yours. “Marry me?!”

The end

Taglist: @sweetpeapod, @nycbaby21, @b-irock

#eddie munson #stranger things 4 #stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #master of puppets #strangerthings

[canonicallyanxious]

#sarah.txt #polls #hyperspecific poll #sent this draft to my friends and they were like are u sure u dont have a sleep condition #and like here's the thing. im super not shdjdbdnd #i wanted to do a sleep study in college but never got around to it

[misscongeniality18]

Hi! I'm the anon of "Still Falling For You" and I just want to say thank you. Yo do such an amazing job and I really loved the part 1..BTW I'm so glad that you liked the idea and can't wait for the next part!

It is my pleasure, dear anon! I didn't expect that I would love this idea so much, so I had to limit myself to making this a two-part fic.

Still Falling For You, Part Two - Peter Sutherland

Synopsis ! Peter meets another agent assigned to protect Rose, and to his surprise, it's his high school sweetheart--you. (Time skip to the fight on the beach.) Pairing ! Peter Sutherland x fem!reader Genres ! Friends-to-lovers, (sort of) enemies-to-lovers Warnings ! Angst, fluff, language, violence, innuendos, kissing, no use of y/n Disclaimers ! Everything I know about the FBI is from TV shows, so this might be an unintentional crossover with Criminal Minds? Idk, it just happened Word Count - 1857

" It took us a while Because we were young and unsure With love on the line What if we both would need more But all your flaws and scars are mine Still falling for you " - Still Falling For You, Ellie Goulding

Masterlist Request Guide Part One

The car ride to the hotel had created a frostiness between you and Peter. In fact, you weren’t sure how this ‘partnership’ would work with the amount of tension brought up. But once you’d gotten to the hotel, you both went into FBI autopilot when you saw that the Secret Service agents that were supposed to be in the lobby were gone.

Your introduction to Rose was brief, but once you’d managed to actually take a breather and talk to her, Peter’s suspicion turned out to be true. You and Rose became fast friends, and yes, the two of you would become huge pains in his ass, which would spark up heated arguments and playful banter between you and Peter.

But even through all of that friction you had fallen into the easy rhythm you’d once had with Peter years and years ago. The feelings you had thought you’d pushed deep within you had been stirred up like dust on a bookshelf, and the novel you’d picked up was one you were revisiting. Was it because it was familiar and comfortable, or because it was one that you’d never gotten over and still continued to love? Or maybe, just maybe, that story wasn’t finished yet.

Perhaps it was all of the above.

Peter had changed over the years, not just physically but mentally. He was no longer the goofy boy gazing at you with puppy dog-heart eyes. He had grown up and was a full-blown golden retriever, protective and loyal to a fault. You knew his past with his father, and you’d also heard about the accusations against him for the metro bombing one year ago. You didn’t purposefully keep yourself aware of what was going on in Peter’s life, but a supposed terrorist attack in DC made the news—with Peter in the headlines. You’d heard the rumors of his involvement, but you didn’t believe them. The Peter you knew would never do such a thing. The Peter before you now wouldn’t either, no matter what he’d gone through.

His perseverance was what you had always admired most about him growing up; Peter had never let the negative affect him. His first year of high school, he didn’t make the basketball team, so for the next year, he worked even harder to improve his skills. You had even helped him, not that you were much competition.

Then Peter’s father was arrested, and his whole world turned upside down. It was a new kind of negative, one that Peter didn’t know how to handle. It had taken him down a dark path, but he emerged into the light as an FBI agent, hoping to do some good for his country.

If you were being honest, discovering how much Peter had accomplished in his life had wounded your pride. It might be petty, but it had hurt to know that he hadn’t needed you to support him and cheer him on during the ups and downs of his life. You had thought that you would always be there for each other. You thought that because he didn’t need you, you didn’t need him either.

So you worked endlessly to become a lawyer, and then you switched career paths and joined the BAU in Quantico. It was the FBI like Peter, but at least you wouldn’t have to interact with him.

Until there was a request from the White House for an agent who specialized in behavioral analysis, and your boss recommended you.

You had never thought you’d run into Peter, and when you did, you deflected and tried to keep things professional and distant between you.

But spending time with him again—even through the absolute shit show going on—you could see that the Peter you’d known, your Peter, was still there, and it hit you like a pile of bricks.

You discovered this when he left you and Rose at the Georgetown library. When Rose mentioned that she didn’t get into Stanford, Peter brought up the fact that you had, and then he’d begun to tease you about “knowing absolutely everything because you went to fancy-ass Stanford.”

That had been it for you. That was the moment you realized that your love for him had never faded, and you were desperate to tell him.

You wanted to tell him that you had never loved anyone as much as you loved him, that there had been nights where you would dream of him and remember how he had made you quiver beneath him, that he could still make your knees go weak just by smiling at you.

You wanted to tell him everything.

Then Peter had to go talk to Diane Farr, so he dropped you and Rose off at his friend Cisco’s place. You didn’t get the chance to talk to him in private. When he got back, you promised yourself, you would tell him.

But of course, everything had turned to shit again.

Peter had discovered that Farr was in on everything, so he told Cisco to drive you and Rose to the pier, but the maniacs out to kill Rose were following you. You thought you had ditched them, so Cisco dropped Rose you and off so you could get away.

When Peter finally made it to the beach and killed the man who’d shot at your group of three in the hotel ballroom, he realized that you weren’t there. Rose told him that when Cisco dropped the two of you off, the hitman had found you, so you split up to try to lure him away. Your training and experience at the BAU led you to believe that the hitman wouldn’t stray from trying to kill his target, so you told Rose to run as you started firing your gun at the hitman. You led him down a different path than the one Rose had taken, and the last thing Rose had heard was several more rounds of gunshots before the hitman had found her again.

Clutching the knife wound in his side, Peter tried to stand and Rose had to help him up. He was frantic, calling your burner until his own went dead, and then he couldn’t breathe, his words coming out in stutters and pants.

“I have to find her, Rose. I—I can’t lose her again, I have to—“

“Peter!”

Your voice broke through the darkness of Peter’s mind and the night surrounding him, and when you ran out from the tree line onto the rocky shore, it was as if everything was clear again.

You were a bit disheveled, a bloody gash on your forehead, and you were limping from graze from a bullet on your leg, but nothing was broken or seriously injured. Rose helped the two of you to a vehicle and drove to where Peter’s godfather kept his boat.

It was after Rose helped you and Peter clean your wounds when the three of you heard on the radio that Cisco had been killed and Peter was being framed for kidnapping the Vice President’s daughter. For years, Peter had worked so hard to make a name for himself that didn’t connect him to his father and his supposed crimes. And with a single message to the public, Peter was back at square one.

You and Rose had left Peter to himself on the deck of the boat as you sailed out over the water, but after a while, you decided to join him to see if you could bring him some comfort.

Peter had thrown Kevin into the water, and you sat next to him, the two of you dangling your legs over the edge of the boat.

“I’m so sorry, Peter,” you hummed, “For everything.”

Peter sighed. “The world is so fucked up right now.”

You nodded, hesitant to continue where you wanted to go. “It is, but I’m also sorry about what happened between us…back then.”

“Oh,” he said, turning to you from looking out upon the water. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

You shook your head. “Yes, there is. I was still holding something back, and I guess I wanted to prove something to myself, that I didn’t need you, because you managed to make something of yourself and I wasn’t there to witness it, I—“

You let out a groan, frustrated with how your words were coming out wrong and not making sense.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed. “I’m not blaming you. It’s me and how I’m stubborn and defiant, and I always try to prove people wrong even though they have nothing against me. My boss says that’s why I act before I think, like running headfirst into danger without a second thought.”

Surprisingly, Peter chuckled at that. “I can get that. You trying to distract that maniac at the park? It was completely reckless. I wanted to throttle you, you made me so worried.”

 “Damn, Sutherland, I didn’t think you’d be so worried about me,” you joked, nudging him with your shoulder.

You watched the expression in his eyes turn from light and playful to serious and passionate.

“Fuck,” Peter swore, muttering your name under his breath as he pulled away and began to pace despite his side bleeding. “Of course I was worried. I will always worry for you. I didn’t know what had happened, and when Rose told me that you’d split up, I was about to search every inch of the park in order to find you. I wouldn’t rest until I got you back.”

You took in the intensity of his eyes, and you knew he was serious. “Peter, you were hurt. There’s no way you would’ve—“

“It wouldn’t have mattered!” He interrupted, his voice now close to breaking. It shocked you, how concerned and emotional he was.

“Peter, what are you—“

“Damn it,” Peter cursed, turning to face you and cradling your face in his hands. “I could be missing all four of my limbs and I would still find a way to get to you.”

You closed your eyes, your skin remembering the way his touch felt. It was like cool water quenching your thirst, and nothing had ever felt so good. “God, Peter, you still know how to make me fall for you.”

When you opened your eyes, Peter’s face was so close to yours, you could make out every freckle on his skin. You glanced down at his lips, then back to his eyes, a brown as rich and delectable as chocolate.

Peter kissed you then, and it was as if the world was suddenly set right from being upside down and misaligned for so long. The way his mouth moved against yours sent tingles down your spine, and he still tasted sweet and fresh, like taking a bite out of a ripe, red apple.

It made you crave more.

You ran your hands over his shoulders, and he gripped your waist tightly, lifting you to move and straddle his lap. Peter held you close as the boat rocked with the waves, kissing you until you were breathless, and you knew that the two of you would never let each other go again.

The way I could've written an entire book with this idea, my God. Omg, should I?

#peter sutherland #peter sutherland fanfic #the night agent #peter sutherland x reader #peter sutherland x you #gabriel basso #fanfic

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

You people., the ideas you have are gold

Because of you people (Especially @hobiebrownismygod your ideas are GOLD I hope this is okay) I NEED

DiscoPunk for Rolling Stones Magazine

If you don't know, Hobie and my Spidersona Diane are in a musical duo called DiscoPunk

They have an album you can listen to here, called BackAlleyJazzLettuce and they've been on tour in Camden before (tour poster here)

Do you knows how tempted I am to draw a full Rolling Stones Magazine cover of Hobie and Diane

DiscoPunk with huge headlines of them being a genre-defying musical powerhouse

and then writing a full length article from the perspective of as fake reporter interviewing them for their new EP, their second release that's freshly certified platinum (not that they care they're so cool right)

The interviewer asking them questions and they reply as if they were the ones who wrote and performs the songs on the accompanying Spotify playlist I make of songs I pretend they produced

Like the song BRAT by Chrissy Chlapecka is track 4 and the interviewer is like 'that songs a lot more experimental than the others on the EP - what's the story behind that song?'

And Hobies like 'Oh that's a song we wrote together when a guy was bothering Diane at the club so we wrote a song about how he's a dickhead.'

And Dianes like 'i like that one cause there hook is a chop and remixed melody that Hobie was strumming one night. Metro[Spider] Boomin helped produce that one'

And the interviewer describes how they perform and what they're wearing and their demeanor. They talk about their short UK tour and their fans it's Diane and Hobie being adorable rising-rock-stars and undefined lovebirds

Mind you THIS IS STILL IN THE 70S SO IT'S EXTRA COOL

The interviewer is like 'There's been rumors about DiscoPunk being the UK's Eurovision stars - any truth to that'

(could you believe they had Eurovision then I had to google it and they DID wtf)

and Hobie is like 'only if they let me sing a song about burning down Buckingham Palace'

Diane likes 'what's Buckingham Palace'

He's like 'Lizzy's spot.'

And she's like 'oh that ugly ass castle we be driving by in the black cabs? Yeah bomb it it's ugly 😭😭 start over. the castles in France are better.'

Acting like they're a real duo on a real tour dropping a real album

Nothing to do with Spiderman just Diane and Hobie being rockstars

Posing on the cover of Rolling Stone in shirts with obscenities or in matching skirts

(there's also features by Ansi esp Willow's Wait a Minute, and, MetroSpider, and Miguel's wife Moche)

DO YOU SEE IT DO YOU SEE THE VISION

I wanna do this so bad but that's so much work but I WANNA wouldn't it be so rad!!!!!!! I WANNA DO THE WHOLE THING I COULD I HAVE THE PHOTOSHOP IN FRONT OF ME

I'm like 20 seconds away from just designing my own DiscoPunk tour shirt and printing it for myself I should do that I should become God and make them real

#I'm off the goddamn rails #I need to be stopped #this has gone Too Far #spiderman #atsv #spider man #marvel #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #spider punk #spiderpunk #spidersona #spidersonas #hobie x oc #Hobie Brown x oc #discospider #disco spider