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minty-bubblegum · 8 months

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I put in duskys inbox "under the sea" lyrics

How very kind of me!

Go off pookie

Wait Dusky got you 2-0 girl you better up yo game they stealing all yo girls 😭😭

#☁️ cloudy #lilypad sillyposts #Lsasoosks how did I just realize 🥺#Cloudy dumbass eras tour #Tickets for sale now #Ik she's about to sing the best songs on her new album I can't wait 😘#Especially the leaked song 4 big guys omg I can't wait 🥰😍

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csainzoperator · 5 months

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baby : CL16 ☆

summary: y/n horner has dropped a new single. its a sexy and fun song. but y/n had broken up 4 years ago, and since then there was one superhit album with a sad and shady vibe. new year, new y/n? or new man? let's find out.

(charles leclerc × singer!reader)

trigger warnings: sexual intendos, typos (tried my best to not make any)

face claim: barbara palvin

y/nusername has posted!

hi, lovers. i know its been quite a while since you've heard from me but hey! i'm back and my single "baby" is dropping on friday, 8/12/23. stay tuned for more updates. love you all always, i thank each one of you as i wouldn't be here if it weren't for you guys 💋

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christianhorner proud of you, darling ❤️

- gerihalliwellhorner WE are proud of you (the spice girl inside me is squeaking)

landonorris GO BESTIE

- y/nusername ILY DUMBASS

carlossainz55 all the drivers can't wait for this! (we all are disgusted on the inside)

- y/nusername 🤭🤭

- estiebestieee GIRL WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

- y/nloverrr stop....DOES THAT MEAN THE DRIVERS HAVE HEARD THE SONG ALREADY

- pierregasly 🤐

y/nfann YOU LOOK SO PRETTY

paddockclubb y'all wondering if the drivers have heard the song when i'm out here questioning reality cos CHARLES LECLERC HAS LIKED THIS POST.

it was the end of season lunch and you were kind of nervous as you would finally be telling your parents about charles and you. your friends were thrilled but you just didn't know how your father would react.

the heavenly creatures and godly people had given you a blessing. BECAUSE NO WAY IN HELL YOUR FATHER KNEW ABOUT IT ALL ALONG?

"you aren't letting him in on any red bull secrets now, are you?" your father questioned you. and you replied right back, with mock seriousness. "you mean have i told him how max cuddles his cats and how checo never stops talking about mexican food? yes dad i've kept that a secret." your boyfriend lets out a chuckle as you finish your sentence, squeezing your thigh below the table.

"aww maxie you're a softie at heart" lando teases him as max glares at you playfully. the brunch was a success and you just couldn't wait to get back to the hotel with charles because, oh dear lord. he looked absolutely ravishing. divine. sublime even. and he knew what was on your mind, the way his hands kept brushing yours, his soft kisses when no one was looking. you felt it all.

y/nusername has posted!

fancy hotel but this is how we showed up 🤞🏼 liked by christianhorner, charles_leclerc, maxverstappen1 and 99,827 others.

landonorris oooh who's that hot man

- y/nusername carlossainz55 come get your child

- carlossainz55 my apologies

- carlaaaando EXACTLY WHO IS THAT MAN

charles_leclerc 🌟

y/nusername has liked this comment

- f1wags WTF ARE Y'ALL SEEING THIS.

- estiebestiee if y/n and charles are a thing. I'M NOT READY FOR THIS 🖐🏼

y/nloverr OK BUT THE UPGRADE THO. from that trash guy 4 years ago to charles mfkin leclerc 🙏🏼

it was the big day. your single was about to drop today and your boyfriend was lying down on your lap, telling you how he would LOVE to tell the world that the song was about him. you agreed, it was about him. he slowly got up and wrapped his arms around your waist, letting his hands slip under your shirt.

"aren't we getting cheeky now, mr leclerc?" you teased. "oh we are just getting started, baby" he mumbles as he kisses down your neck. and just like that, he made your big day much more special by his, let's say, needy touches.

y/nusername has posted!

"baby" out now on all platforms! enjoy streaming. sending kisses 💋 liked by charles_leclerc, landonorris, lewishamilton and 288,718,123 others.

y/nfannn "baby, baby, do i taste like candy, sugarcoated he says i'm the most sweet" UM GUYS????? I'M NOT OK 🖐🏼

landonorris great song ig 🙄

- y/nusername oh cmon we all know you love it

lewishamilton great job, sis. got a sick beat 🖤

y/nusername has liked this comment

f1wags GUYS. I'M 100% SURE THAT'S CHARLES' BACK.

- carlandooo RAH STOP I'M WEAK IN MY KNEES RN

y/nloverrr "i'm a handful but, that's what hands are for. pin me to the floor, treat it like its yours" SCREAMING YELLING KICKING MY FEET IN THE AIR GN. she ate that up 🙏🏼

charles_leclerc 🤭

charles_leclerc has posted!

"baby" is ab me. y'all can cry now 🤭 liked by y/nusername, arthur_leclerc, carlossainz55 and 287,112,123 others.

y/nusername i love you, baby.

- charles_leclerc NAH. i love you more.

- y/nusername shut up, i will kill every person who says against me, i love you more.

- charles_leclerc wow look at you making me all scared AND getting me horny at the same time.

landonorris UM. I DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW THAT.

pierregasly THERE ARE KIDS ON THIS APP.

maxverstappen1 why y'all acting like we didn't know since ages. anyways. *pretends to be shook* CONGRATS GUYS!

y/nleclercfan PARENTS 🤞🏼

lechairrr y/n basically told us how good charles is in bed by her song 😭

f1wags HAH. I KNEW IT. I SAW IT COMING BUT I'M STILL SO SHOOK RN?????

scuderiaferrari red looks good on you guys ❤️

the end ♡

#f1 instagram au #carlos sainz #charles leclerc #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 #f1 imagine #formula 1 #instagram au #fanfiction #carlos sainz x reader #charles leclerc x reader #formula one #arthur leclerc #sharl leclerc

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.

୨୧ synopsis: as le sserafim’s comeback had just released, your girlfriend is extremely busy with promotions and is under strict supervision. her managers have clearly warned you to stay away for the time being, but is that really going to stop you?

୨୧ pairing: gf!chaewon x fem!reader

୨୧ genre: fluff

୨୧ a/n: stream fimmies new mini album or else i WILL hunt you down

you grip on your fimbong as anticipation builds up in you like you’re about to explode. sitting in front of your tv, the screen counts down from its final minute. as the countdown nears its end, you can’t help but to stand up, adrenaline filling your veins.

even though your girlfriend already spoiled you their new song, you can’t help the excitement as if you’re hearing it for the first time all over again.

memories begin rushing in from when she first auditioned for woollim entertainment, then her time with izone, and finally le sserafim. you were there with her every step of the way. to say how proud you are is really an understatement.

your eyes gleam seeing chaewon’s outstanding visuals. and hearing her sing through the screen blesses your ears. how’d you get so lucky with her?

your phone rings violently as a call from chaewon comes through. answering it, a soft voice warms your ears.

“babe did you watch?!?” excitement is evident in her tone. you giggle at her question when it’s obvious you did. “of course i did! i wouldn’t miss even a second of it.”

you hear her small laugh amidst the busy background. “okay i gotta prepare for the showcase. i love you and i miss you.” your stomach fills with butterflies hearing those words escape her mouth. “good luck! i’ll be cheering for you.”

every comeback is always filled with busy schedules and strict rules. you can’t even remember the last time you’ve held her in your arms. you know dating a kpop idol comes with an unspoken requirement of being patient but you long for her.

the last time you attempted to see her during promotions got you banned from stepping in their dorms. as much as you want to see her, you have to do what’s best for your girlfriend.

hours past since the showcase and you haven’t heard anything from chaewon ever since. slumping in your seat, your brows drew together thinking heavily on what she could be doing at the moment.

suddenly a text notification causes your phone to vibrate. “i want to see you. pick me up at my dorm?” that burst of adrenaline comes rushing back to you, as you read word by word. excitedly getting up and gathering everything you need, you rush out the door without looking back.

who cares if you get banned again, it's worth the risk. after all, it's her personal request. how can you pass on something like that?

pulling up to her dorm, you hurriedly park and skipped your way to her room. once reaching her floor, you make eye contact with chaewon, her eyes widen in shock. the dumb smile on your face is quickly replaced with a terrified expression after realizing she's talking to her manager.

making the fastest u-turn in your life, you rush back down the stairs nearly tripping in the process. panting for air, you arrive back at the lobby searching for a place to hide.

several minutes past and you've finally calmed down. that was a close call you thought. as you slowly peek over your hiding place, a hard slap stings your head. looking back to see who it was, you're met with chewon glaring down at you. without saying a word, the expression on her face clearly says, "you're such a dumbass."

swiftly standing up, you engulf her in your arms as you squeeze the air out of her. "chaechae i missed you!!" in response, she pinches your waist causing you to squeal and back away.

attempting to rub the pain away, you look at her in confusion. why is she so violent today? has she finally lost it?

"god that was a close call. if my manager saw you first then our whole sneaking out plan is over." you swear you can see steam escaping from the top of her head as she complains.

tilting your head down, a sly smile forms on your lips. "but he didn't see me, so it's all good." she scoffs at you, rolling her eyes and taking your hand in hers. "come on let's go before we get caught." she drags you behind her as she sneakily makes her way back to your car.

you've been aimlessly driving for the past couple of minutes, unsure if chaewon even notices. you weren't expecting a spontaneous hang out today, so you were severely unprepared.

you're terrible at hiding things from her especially with the occasional side eyes you've been giving. she eventually catches on to you.

"how about a convenience store run, just like old times?" pursing your lips you glance at her as if you already had that thought. "pfft, yeah i was already heading there."

"but you just missed the turn..." staring at you, she furrows her eyebrows. "babe i can't see, it's dark out here." out of habit she smacks your arm causing you to swerve a little bit. too busy laughing uncontrollably to even notice.

arriving at the parking lot, you instruct chaewon to stay in the car hoping to avoid any unwanted attention.

walking in the store, you can't help but feel a little guilty. it's such a big day for chaewon but the only thing you can give her is cheap food. still, it's no excuse to not try to make the best out of the night.

making your way down several isles you surprisingly bump into chaewon already picking out items. stopping in your tracks, you cross your arms and tap your feet in disbelief. you cough deliberately, attempting to gain her attention.

"pfft, what?" she doesn't even bother looking at you. "what do you mean, 'what'?" slowly approaching her, you snatch the kimbap she was holding. quickly turning her head, she raises a brow.

"babe you're such a hypocrite. you got mad at me earlier for almost getting caught but look at you now." she snatches the kimbap back from your grasp. "it's okay, i'm covered up good."

finally acknowledging your disappointed look, she squeezes your cheeks. "baby i'm sorry. i'll be careful." giving in to her soft touch, you let it slide. how can you possibly get mad at her?

luckily you were able to leave without anyone recognizing your girlfriend. you wouldn't know what to do if someone did.

getting in the drivers seat, you're hit with realization of not knowing where to go next. resting your head on the steering wheel, you release an exasperated sigh as you struggle to think of a destination.

"make a right turn and take the next exit."

shooting your head up, you stare at the gps. confused as to why it spoke. your gaze shifts back and forth between chaewon and the route displayed on the car's screen, wondering if she had anything to do with it.

chaewon smiles as she comfortably sinks in her seat, "just drive baby." you study her expression, suspicious of her little scheme. "mhm... should i trust you?" the blank expression sitting on her face hints at you to just go without question. you nod in defeat and turned on the engine.

for what seemed like 30 minutes, you're starting to doubt your gps when it leads you to an isolated road. the only source of light that's surrounding you is the brightness of your headlights. it's like you're in a horror movie where you encounter an eerie girl standing on the side of the road.

an uneasy feeling in your stomach begins to stir just by thinking about it. you quickly glace at chaewon whose face is as pale as snow. "you good? you don't usually look as white." she grips on to her thighs and swallows hard. "why wouldn't i be? hehe..."

you knew what she felt at the moment. she's scared shitless. your heart starts to beat . "hey you can't be scared?! because i'm scared... we can't both be scared!"

her grasp transfers from her thigh to your shirt. "girl, just drive!" you immediately step on the gas without a second thought.

"you have arrived. your destination should be on the left." pulling up to a secluded area, a single bench facing a cliff sits under a soft lit lamp post. not creepy at all...

"welp, ladies first," you laugh awkwardly as you unlock the doors. she shook her head in disagreement. "what, you can't do that! you took me here." you lifted an eyebrow and crossed your arms.

"don't make me go out there first, please baby," the look in chaewon’s eyes has you completely entranced. heat rushes to your face, staining it red. it took you a moment to form a response. “you’re a coward,” you murmured.

you push your car door open and hopped out. stepping foot on the rocky ground, the cool evening breeze sends shivers down your spine. you felt vulnerable being outside the walls of your car. in a snap you hurriedly ran to the other side to open the door for your girlfriend.

chaewon steps out and gently pats your cheeks as a thanks. “okay come with me.” she interlocks your fingers, leaving you no choice but to follow.

as you slowly approach the edge of the cliff, the view of the city lights comes into sight, leaving you mesmerized. who knew such a place existed that overlooks the city. chaewon lets go of your hand, letting you take in the scenery.

gawking for too long, you didn’t even notice the feeling of fear had completely washed away. discovering chaewon’s slipped away from your side, you promptly turned around only to see her resting on the bench behind you. she pats the empty space beside her gesturing you to sit down.

“so how’d you know about this place?” you drop your weight on the old wooden material. chaewon shifts closer to you and rests her head on your shoulder.

“i used to come here a lot with my grandma. we’d clear our heads and just talk.” you’re left speechless as you figure out where this is heading. “i wanted to share it with you for awhile now.” your heart softens at her words, realizing you occupy a special place in her heart.

you chuckle as you start playing with her hair, "thank you."

you both sit in comfortable silence just admiring the night sky. after a short while, you felt chaewon's grip on your hand loosen. turning your head to look at her, her eyes completely closed as her chest rises and falls.

looking at the time, it's nearing 1 in the morning. she must be exhausted after such a busy day. you can't even imagine what she'll have to go through later.

you lightly squeeze her, attempting to not startle her. "baby let's take you home yeah?" she groans in response with her eyes still glued shut.

crouching down, you force her to get on your back. you carried her back to the car and gently placed her in the passenger seat. you slowly walked back to the drivers side, taking in the view one last time. bringing her back here for your anniversary would be lovely, you thought.

as you comfortably sunk in your seat, you removed your jacket and wrapped it around chaewon's small figure. she shifts in her spot, turning in your direction giving you a tired smile.

"i'm sorry, did i wake you?" you rub her cheek with your thumb. she timidly shakes her head no.

"if i had known you'd take me here, i would've prepared much more." she chuckles at your statement. "don't be silly, being here with you is more than enough." shutting her eyes again, she falls back asleep. releasing a satisfied hum, you start the engine once again.

the streetlights illuminated the quiet streets and cars sat empty in parking lots. parking in front of her building, you sat there admiring how peaceful and cute she looked.

you shook her softly, "chaewonie we’re here." she yawns heavily and stretches in her seat. rubbing her cheeks, she slowly opens her eyes taking in her surroundings. taking hold of her soft hand, you walk her inside.

arriving at her front door, she turns to you with her head down. "i don't want you to leave... stay with me a little longer?" she tightly clutches on the hem of your shirt. "please?"

without warning, the door bursts open revealing a fully awake eunchae. she looks at you and chaewon cringing. "damn guys it's late. wrap it up please."

"isn't it past your bed time?" chaewon lifts a brow. eunchae crosses her arms as she leans against the door frame. "do you want me to rat you out."

chaewon's eyes widen at eunchae's response. lifting a fist in the air, she makes a threatening gesture. "i'm your leader, you can't tell me what to do." she pushes eunchae back inside, shutting the door at her face.

rubbing your eyes, you can't help but laugh at their interaction. "what's so funny?" she nudges you. tucking her hair behind her ear, you sigh in contentment. "you're so cute, you know that?" she shyly giggles at your compliment.

wrapping her arms around your waist, she pulls you into her embrace. "well you better go in before she comes back out." moving her hands from your waist to your neck, she brings you in and pecks your lips.

a stupid grin forms on the corner of your lip, "do it again." she laughs at your request. connecting your lips once again, it lasts longer this time. her hands explore your back, drawing you even closer. this is what you longed for.

"maybe i should stay for a bit," you whisper into the kiss. pulling away chuckling, she punches your shoulder. "shut up and go home."

opening the door, she finds eunchae waiting, mocking her with kissy faces. "omg eunchae! didn't i tell you to go to sleep?!" you can hear eunchae hysterically laughing on the other side as she makes a run for her room.

your girlfriend turns back to you, pinching the bridge of her nose. "ugh, kids..."

"text me when you get home and as soon as you wake up. i love you and drive safe. good night my lover girl~" peeking throught the small gap of her door she gives you a cheeky smile.

"i love you too. good night~" leaning in, you shut the door for her.

#le sserafim #le sserafim x reader #kim chaewon #kim chaewon x reader #wlw #kpop #kim chaewon imagines #le sserafim imagines #lsrfm #gxg fluff #gxg scenarios #kpop fanfic

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nattinatalia · 8 months

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yourusername Miss Mia Harlow made me add in some purple in my hair and I’m not mad about it. Her and her daddy’s favorite color 💜

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jackharlow 😍😍😍

jackharlow godayumn my wife is sexy as hell 🤤

yourusername ☺️

jackharlow let me put another baby inside you

yourusername Absolutely not, we can practice though 😉

druski you two are probably sitting next to each other commenting on here when you can literally say it face to face 🙄 we don’t need to witness y’all being annoying.

jackharlow She’s working dumbass.

druski Damn your hot piece of wife is working and you’re not with her? Okay, proceed on flirting on here.

yourusername 😭😭😭

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jackharlow All little man wanted to do was buy his momma some flowers.

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yourusername 🥺 My sweet boy.

yourusername He learns from the best, thank you for raising him how to be a loving and caring little man. I love you 💜

mamamaggie That’s my grandson 😍

urbanwyatt When EZ starts buying flowers for his crushes, he’ll forget all about y/n

yourusername URBAAANNNNN NOW WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT 😢

jackharlow Don’t worry baby, he’ll forever be mommas boy.

yourusername He better 🤞🏼

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claybornharlow Mia is over for the weekend and she demanded we bake pizzas 🍕 whatever my niece wants, she gets.

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jackharlow 😂😂😂 She has you wrapped around her finger.

claybornharlow Calm down, you’re just the same.

jackharlow No lies were told, I’m a yes man when it comes to my wife and children.

druski damn no shame at all

jackharlow Happy family, happy life. Simple as that.

cozane Why does her pizza look different from the one you were eating? 😭

claybornharlow Because she wanted a challenge, who’s pizza comes out better. The difference is, I didn’t call for help, she did 🙄

yourusername She didn’t call for help, she called to check in 🤭

claybornharlow Yeah and during the checking in you kept telling her what to do. So not fair.

jackharlow 🤣🤣🤣🤣 Mia knows how to play us all.

mamamaggie She really does, she’s your daughter after all.

jackharlow HEEY WHAT DOES THAT MEAN???

yourusername LMAOO

mamamaggie That you my son, are as slick and sassy as they come, and your daughter is exactly like you.

jackharlow & I take pride on that 🥰🥰

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djdrama It was only a matter of time and that time is now!!!!!!!!! Jack is always a beast when it comes to his craft, working with Y/N made me realize how much they both balance each other out. This joint album is out of this world, never before seen and I can’t wait till you all listen to the finished product, for now, here’s a snippet of two songs…

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jackharlow LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO

yourusername I’m shyyyyy but excited 😜

claybornharlow Can we spoil something?

djdrama MORE?????? Sure why not???

jackharlow 👀

claybornharlow I may or may not have produced two tracks in this album.

yourusername These Harlow men are out of this planet 💪🏼 😎

urbanwyatt 🔥 🔥 🔥

yourbestiename Oh man, I’m hyped!!!!!! I know you two are gonna kill it.

cozane 💣 💣 💣

champagnepapi THE HARLOWS ARE TAKING OVER THE WORLD!!!!!!

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jackharlow Nothing could ever top this ❤️

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yourusername 🥺❤️ we love you

urbanwyatt I can vouch for that, nothing beats your family.

cozane not Mia leaving the crust of the bread on the side 😭😭😭

jackharlow She got that from you 🙄

yourusername “uncle avatar says it’s nasty so I don’t like it.” 🤦🏻‍♀️ thanks for that Copey

cozane Anytime 🤣🤣🤣

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yourusername When you see me, know my man is always besides me, and when you see him, know that’s mine 🫀🤞🏼

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jackharlow For life 🤞🏼💜

yourusername & Beyond that 🥰

druski Mark your territory, let them girls know.

yourusername You play too damn much 😭

urbanwyatt My parents

yourbestiename I love this team 💪🏼 get it mama

djdrama 🔥 🔥 🔥

champagnepapi Ok so drop the album already

jackharlow 🔜 💿

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wlw-song-scuffle · 11 months

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IT'S THE WLW SONG SCUFFLE!!!!

I have decided to make another bracket, and this time its for WLW Songs!

Mod uses She/Her, refer to me as Purple! Mod of @the-coolest-demon-bracket and @the-battle-of-babyls

Songs that depict WLW behaviour will be accepted! However, a song that mainly depicts WLW will be accepted, but a song that is mainly MLW or MLM and only has a little or no WLW will not be accepted.

Enjoy!

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gay-little-bitch · 1 year

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Personal Lies pt 1

Pt2 pt3 pt4 Pt5

Note: To any new readers, the first 4 chapters are pretty bad but I will re-write those at some point and I promise it gets better.

"Steve Harrington was one of the newest indie artists in 2023 who gained some popularity in the genre when he released his first album titled 'The King.' The album was a dedication to someone he had a crush on in high school. He was the school's resident freak who nobody wanted, while Steve was in the popular crowd and he was of course quite the sex symbol.

The first single he released was called 'Personal Lies' which he used to express how he felt when he first fell for this anonymous boy. The order he released the songs showcases how he felt over time and why he was crushing after 'the freak.' This leads to the question 'is this love still there?' Steve will neither confirm nor deny this but revealed he still wishes the boy remembered him.

Will he find this boy? Will crushes bloom?"

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Steve's Pov:

"Oh my god Robs." Steve scoffs "Are you seeing this shit?!" He turns his phone over to Robin to show her a TikTok page dedicated to finding his mystery boy. She can barely contain the giggle that slips past her lips. "Babes your face is like bright red, you look like a tomato. It's okay~ they're just trying to help." Steve gets up from his seat to aggressively bring his and his roommate's dishes to the sink.

"How did they find all of that out about me though?!" Steve reads the information on the TikTok. "For 20 years Steve lived in a small place in Indiana called Hawkins. Steve went to Hawkins Middle school and Hawkins high. He used to be best friends with a kid named Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins, who are dating. Steve's new friends consist of Nancy Wheeler (his ex-girlfriend), her brother Mike Wheeler, Will Byers (Mike's boyfriend), and his brother Jonathan Byers. Steve seems to be very close with Dustin Henderson, Max Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Erica Sinclair, Argyle (last name unknown), Jane Hopper, and his roommate/best friend Robin Buckley."

"Like who told them?!" Steve takes a deep breath and looks at Robin. He seems calm but decides to start rambling. "I just don't understand why I can't just live my lonely single life without people butting in??? Eddie probably doesn't even remember me and even if he did he's probably not even gay or he just hates me. Did you know I was a dick to him in school? I didn't mean to be a dick I just really wanted some. Specifically hi-"

Robin slaps a hand over her best friend's mouth. "Steve...? Stop." He lets out a sad sounding sigh. "If you don't want to find him, we don't have to but I think it would be the perfect idea to make you feel something again. After me and Nance started dating you seemed so sad. You need someone to love Stevie."

"Yeah whatever" Robin mutters something about calling Gareth (Eddie's bestfriend since high school) and without anymore words they continue their movie.

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2 days later

The smell of eggs and bacon fills the room of a sleeping Steve. His headache has no signs of going away but he regretfully gets out of bed. The first thing he sees when he opens the door is Robin, who has 2 glasses of her hangover cure. "Here Steve!" He hesitates before taking it. Robin usually doesn't let him use her cure and tells him to 'make it himself.' "Is it drugged?" Steve smells the gross looking slurry. It doesn't smell half bad.

"No dumbass it's not drugged. Didn't you see the news?" Steve gives her a questioning look, waiting for her to respond. "You are on the billboard hot 100!"

Steve slams his glass down on the counter hoping it doesn't break. "Holy shit Robs are you fucking serious?!" "Dead."

Steve starts freaking out. "What if Eddie sees and knows it's about him?!" Robin giggles. "He doesn't really listen to your type of music I don't think. I don't think he knows. He's not even on social media as far as I know. You'll be okay Stevie. Why don't you want him to know that it's about him?"

He downs his drink and goes to put it in the sink. "What if he still thinks i'm an asshole and wants nothing to do with me? I don't wanna risk it ya' know?" Robin rolls her eyes at Steve's stupidity and grabs her phone.

Robin's Pov:

Last night Robin decided to text Gareth and see if he's still in contact with Eddie and if he'd heard Steve's new album. Good news, he was still best friends with Eddie. Bad news, Gareth hates Steve and refuses to listen. Robin refuses to give up and she invites him for an early lunch at the coffee shop a few blocks away, and with some negotiation he agrees.

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Gareth walks into the shop wearing a ripped mesh shirt, an iron maden shirt, and dark blue baggy jeans. His hair is longer and the ends are colored red. He looks so much different from high school.

"Gareth!!" Robin swings out her arms for a hug. He cautiously accepts and they sit down at the table next to the window. "So why did you invite me here? I know it wasn't just to have a coffee." Robin feels her smile grow. "Did you know Steve has a crush on Eddie?" Gareth freezes and has a confused but amused look on his face.

"Eddie has a crush on Steve... He literally wrote his newest album about his crush in high school." Robin slaps the table and gets looks from the other customers. "Steve did the same thing!! We need to set them up!" Gareth looks intrigued so she keeps going.

"Steve's fans have been trying to figure out who the mystery boy is and I bet your guys' fans are probably doing the same thing. So what if we let them keep guessing for a little while longer and then we hook them up!" His face lights up and he grabs his phone. "I have to go but I just send you my Instagram and the band's Instagram. Let's hope this plan works."

They say their goodbyes and right when Robin gets in her car she checks his Instagram.

Corroded Coffin: 4.5 Million Followers

Eddie Munson: 3.7 Million Followers

"Holy Shit."

Notes: Hope you liked the first part! I'm really happy with the outcome of my post inspiring this<;33333 I used @little-gae-shit idea for the album name "The King" and I used @maya-custodios-dionach idea for the Gareth and Robin thing. Idk how many parts this will be but I'm excited to continue to write. I suck at writing to lets hope this is okay :/

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* ˚ ✦midnight rain* ˚ ✦

Oneshot

Jjk x reader

Warnings: none

singer f!reader x supporting bf jungkook

Word count: 4.9k

.•♫•♬• he stayed the same, all of me changed like midnight •♬•♫•.

Rain, he wanted it comfortable

I wanted that pain.

He wanted a bride

I was making my own name

Chasing that fame.

All of me changed like midnight.

“Y/n crosses the records of most streamed female artists in YouTube history!” “She's impeccable! And no one does it like her!” “I can't wait for her to announce the tour. The new album is everything I want.” “I really envy her because of her producing skills. Please write a song for me!” “Winters belongs to y/n because every 27th of November she drops an album and she's killing it!” “I wish I could be like her!” “she's so beautiful and kind”

Kind. I chuckled and closed the television. For the seventh time. 27th November reminds me of something. Something I'm afraid to think about. I couldn't sleep because he’s on my mind. Again. Please leave me alone. I've already written fifteen songs about you. I can't do it anymore—I ended up writing a poem. The same poem every midnight, it's happening often and it's concerning. A surreal feeling spoke that the guilt inside of me might leave me alone if I keep writing this poem again and again. But the truth is it didn't. The guilt was still there, fresh and tender, that I did break his heart.

Five years ago

“Oh, I'm sorry!” I bent down to pick up someone’s stuff I crashed into while I was running in my audition. Before I could even look up at his face he picked up some lyric sheets and ran. I frowned and he was out of sight. But I realised he left his bracelet here. A silver bracelet. I bit my bottom lip and went inside the venue. “What?! They already left?! You can't do this to me!” I can hear footsteps behind me. Much to my dismay, the audition for a movie soundtrack I applied to changed their timings and I wasn't even informed.

Someone taps my rage-filled figure as I turn around In annoyance. I abruptly held my cursings back and I can see him going still. “I-oh-this—this is mine” he pointed at the silver bracelet which hung around my wrist, my cheeks turning crimson in embarrassment. “Oh yeah, here. I'm sorry I just decided to wear it for the time being.” I smile awkwardly as he takes it with a smile. Sunshine sunshine sunshine. His eyes hold the golden rays of the sun. He was sunshine. I awkwardly scratched my head and decided to leave until I tripped into thin air.

“Ow ow!” I struggled with my knee, “hey are you okay?” I nod. “I just hit my knee on the table.” he exhales and helps me sit on the seat. “Dude I'm bleeding?!” my very-much-not-needed high-pitched voice echoes in the hall. “Wait” he fishes through his pocket and pulls out a white napkin. He gently wraps it around my knee, I can't help but swoon over how perfect that face looked. I did the best thing by naming him sunshine, well not really but at least in my head.

A horn can be heard as his head jolts up, terrified he was as he completes the knot. And he ran away. His black jacket flaring and his steps echoing, did he just..? Wow. I sigh in exhaustion as I decide to call my brother to pick me up.

“Hi dumbass. Return with another clumsy action that your family isn't proud of?” I roll my eyes and sit inside the car. “Just take me home.” he starts the car and puts on call it what you want by Taylor Swift. “Reputation is Awesome!” my eyes widened, “its out?!” Taehyung nodded while he sang that song aloud as I joined him.

“The new neighbours are shifting today?” I asked as Taehyung nodded, taking me on his back. “Ow! Y/n you're becoming a cow!” I hit his head. “Shut up or I'll paint your whole face!” He takes me inside the house while my curious eyes see some people when my eyes stop on a very familiar face I saw a few minutes ago. Holy shit. He caught me as I turned my head around. Sunshine is my new neighbour? Something inside of me twists in somewhat happiness. I cleared my throat. And avoid looking at the house beside us when I in fact wanted to really badly.

“Ah! Finally!” I say aloud as I sniff the fresh fragrance of my newly washed sheets and my fluffy blankets. Then I remembered how I still need to disinfect my knee as I shuffled and found the bottle. As I open the napkin from the sunshine dude I see an embroidery on it. Midnight rain was written in cute handwriting with small lines embroidered as rain drops. I smile. Oh I’m not returning this. It has a little of my blood but still looks soft and cute. I placed it carefully at the side table and completed my work before I went to sleep.

but I couldn’t. My mind kept thinking about the sunshine. It’s past midnight and I cannot sleep at all. I pout and take my book to write something. Which I also ended up singing with my guitar.

“he was sunshine, I was midnight rain.

He was beautiful, I was opaque.

He was in love. I wanted that fame.

He remained the same.

And I changed.

I just wish that all of this is a vision.

He was spring’s rebirth and I was autumn’s ache.

He was daylight, I was midnight hail.”

“The new neighbours invited us for dinner. I’m not going since I have night duty at the hospital. And you know how your dad is. So you two are going.” Taehyung groaned. “No! I’m calling Jin over for games, y/n can go.” I just blinked while munching my toast as mom sighs. “Y/n, you will drag taehyung with you. And take the packed gift with you I placed on the front table. Don’t try to open it taehyung!” Taehyung stopped his hands and I made a face to him.

“Bye honey” mom kissed dad’s cheeks and ours as well before leaving for her night shift. I exhale and take the gift out of Tae's hands. “Don’t touch it, I know you want Christmas decorations from November but this is a gift.” I say and put it aside as he rolls his eyes on me. “Oh c’mon I love holidays, my birthday comes just before the new year” I add the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and look at him. “It’s almost seven, get ready, we need to go there by eight” I say as he runs to his room.

My dad got into an accident when he was fulfilling his duty as a cop. He was diagnosed with paralysis in his lower body after that. And mom got her promotion as a senior doctor in a government hospital. As a middle class family, we went okay and we got to fill our stomachs with good food and got the things we wanted. Taehyung is in his senior year of college and I graduated with a bachelor in arts and music. Currently jobless but trying my best to find a consistent job and not just two-three songs a month.

I put on my lip balm and tied my hair in a tight ponytail, my knee was good now and I was able to walk perfectly. “We’re not going to any wedding, tae” I eyed his maroon suit as he rolled his eyes. “Oh c’mon!”

we knock the door with a gift in our hands as a middle aged man opens it and smiles friendly at us. “Oh you must be Kim's, am I right?” Tae hyung nods as I smile and greet him. “Oh come inside” he invited us as I removed my shoes while taehyung was already inside and I again bumped into someone.

“Oh I’m sorry—wait” he says as I look up, oh please don’t ask about the napkin “did you come here to give me my napkin back?” I blinked, staring at his face, “uh—no. I’m invited.” Realisation sinks him in as he nods. “Oh yeah you must be our new neighbours.” He says as I smile, “yep.” “Oh honey you didn’t have to bring this!” Mrs.jeon says as I smile, “mom gave it to us for here and she’s excited to meet you Mrs.jeon” she smiles and oh I get a glimpse of him in his mother. “I’m serving food, please take a seat.” I smile and me and Taehyung awkwardly sit alone.

“Jungkook! Baby come here help me!” Oh so her husband’s name is Jungkook. “Yes mom!” What?! Me and Taehyung stare at each other with widened eyes. We don’t even remember when was the last time mom called us even with love. She yells and threatens. ‘Y/n I’m burning your cd’s if you don’t help me with the kitchen!’ ‘Taehyung no outing if you don’t finish your assignments before time!’ ‘I’m so sick of these children, oh gosh! What did I even do to birth such lazy people?!’

The familiar face of the sunshine dude came into sight as his feet thumped on the wooden floor and he sat across us. “Y/n, he is Jungkook. My elder son, he’s an architect currently working under a company.” I frown at Mrs.jeon’s words. “We’ve m—“ “Mom, the curry is bland. You need to add some more salt” my frown deepened as he mouthed something which I couldn’t hear so he came and whispered to my ear. “Please don’t tell my mother about the audition. She doesn’t know. I’ll do anything you want. I promise”

Taehyung chokes as Jungkook glares at him. I didn't even realise what he said. I was just enjoying His cologne on my nostrils and His breath on me. The way I felt sick in my stomach because of his voice. I cleared my throat as I tried to move away before I yelped. His necklace was stuck in my cardigan. He moved closer again to remove it but it just kept getting stuck. He tried for the whole five minutes and Taehyung stared at us wide-eyed. Jungkook exhales and removes the necklace from his neck.

“You can keep it. Seems like it doesn’t want to be owned by you” I take the silver chain to see a pinkish purple bottle of potion in my hands. “It’s called love potion” I stare at the beautiful bottle. “Thank you, Jungkook,” I said and felt him blush. “Y-you’re welcome” “oh it’s so lovely to see kookie finally interacting with women! Don’t mind him, he’s just so shy” I smile at Mrs.jeon. “It’s fine. He’s cute” she giggles and Jungkook turns red and quickly sits at his place. “What’s your major, y/n?”

Jungkook asked, “I'm a bachelorette in arts and music. Currently finding a job overseas or within Korea” she frowns. “Music? I mean it’s useless right? Our Jungkook also wanted to do music but it’s a waste of time. And most of the time you’re just a one hit wonder after so much hard work” she chews her food, “I’m glad Jungkook chose engineering. We just want a bride for him now.” She smiles as I look at Jungkook. “What’s his age, Mrs.jeon?” I asked. “He’s twenty-eight.” I nod.

“I’m sure he’ll get a nice woman” I couldn’t smile anymore. Now I know why he didn’t want me to tell about his audition. My heart clenched at his situation. He wanted to do music but his family didn’t approve and he left his dream to learn any instruments or the language of music. “What’s your age, y/n?” Mrs.jeon asks, “I’m twenty-five. Taehyung is twenty-three.” She smiles warmly. “What is your major, taehyung?” She asks him as they talk while I can see Jungkook saddened.

What if he tries learning some with me? But that’s impossible. I bit my lip. His mother isn’t a huge fan of these I can tell. In secret? That would at least give him some peace like I get. But I’m not that brave to ask him that directly, that’ll come out another way if I ask him out here. I ended up not even asking about music and he was silent the whole night. Upset maybe. Oh I don’t like upset sunshines, I like them smiling wide. But what can I do? I’m not even moonlight, I’m rain.

“Oh, goddamn

Your misery holds in the palm of my freezing hand.

Taking yours, but it’s been sworn to another.

Oh, you can’t

Stop me from setting hearts in your dreamland.

Your hut of stone, my ivy unfolds.

And now You’re covered in me.”

I sang while I played with my guitar strings and there was a paper ball thrown at me when I stopped. I looked up to see the sunshine smiling at me. “You sing beautifully” I smiled “thanks, sunshine” he scrunched his nose cutely when his eyes dropped to the brown guitar in my hands. “Is that guitar yours?” he asks, sparkles in his eyes. “Yes. You can try it if you want. But you need to come here for that though” he raised his eyebrow. “You're Inviting a stranger into your house” I chuckled. “No, I'm inviting sunshine into my house at midnight”

“This is fucking signed by Harry styles, wow” he admires my guitar. “My aunt lives in the States. She got it for me” his palm runs over the guitar and takes it in his lap while I lean on the window. “What’s your favourite song of harry?” I asked. “kiwi, latest release” he smirks as I squint my eyes. “Oh I haven’t heard it yet. Isn’t it his first album after One Direction disbanded?” He nodded and his eyes widened when he played something out of it. “Wow” I smiled at his behaviour and went to him and helped him play some tunes.

He also checked my written lyrics as he praised it. And told me that midnight rain could be a love story of a sunshine like him and a midnight like me. I ignored that opinion by the way. “The world moves on another day, another drama drama! but not for me, not for me all I think about is karma!” We blasted pop so hard that night. I felt so warm on a winter-y night. The sun was smiling brightly at me, but when he was about to leave. Hailing started harshly at almost two in the morning.

“You’d have a fever” I said, and the next thing he said made my heart swell and crunch. “If I get to experience midnights like this, I’m willing to give my daylight away” I just think that he loves music so much and it hurts me. How he never got to experience this with freedom. And something In me told me that I need to do something to make his hurt go away. I watch him from my window, leaving while he’s soaked up in midnight rain. Still smiling wide at me. The love potion dangling on my neck, his napkin flowing in the air, his fingerprints on my guitar. And heart.

I didn’t even realise when six months passed away with our new neighbors. I got a job under a production company as a co.composer and vocalist. It’s all K-pop though, but they still paid me. “You both should get into a relationship. Perfect match” Mrs.jeon said while I was having breakfast with them, I placed my plate on the kitchen counter. “Tell your son” I said as she laughed. “Oh c’mon Jungkook, y/n is awesome” I heard him clear his throat as I washed my hands, “Kim y/n, are you ready to be my forever and always, my midnight rain?”

My movements halt as I move my head to look at him smiling wide at me. Long hair waving, sunlight on his golden skin, the summer warm breeze in the kitchen window. His mother was smiling at us. Taehyung clapping. My heart is beating so fast. My breath hitching. I couldn’t even form any words. Did I was so deeply in love that his words heal my soul? That I didn’t even realise how important he was to me. In my everyday life. How he captures me with his smile and eyes. Eyes that held the whole universe in them, most importantly sun.

“Hey, guk! This is not how it works man! You need to ask romantically. Not in the kitchen having jam sandwiches!” I can hear taehyung through all the chaos in my head. Oh yeah right. This is literally below average. Play hard to get! I grumbled to myself as I again moved my head to the sink. “I agree, taehyung. Absolutely no effort.” Mrs.jeon says while shaking her head. “She’s a woman with intelligence. She deserves a better confession” Mr.jeon says across the room as I chuckled.

I can hear Jungkook clear his throat, while I wiped my hands. “Thanks for the breakfast! I’ll buy you something, coming back aunt!” I said while wearing my shoes and glanced one last time at jungkook. “Bye” he mouthed as I ignored him and left their house.

Later that evening, I was exiting the building of my studio. The sky was a maroon-ish red of the sunny evening. I smile at the warm sunlight as I walk to the nearest bus station. I heard a whistle and a pink cotton candy was in front of me.

“Hi!” His big doe eyes wide and his thin lips in a wide smile. A yellow t-shirt. “What?” I asked and dodged his cotton candy while walking again. “Why are you mad though?!” He yells from his place. “I don’t know!” I yell back. “Stop or I’ll kiss you hard!” I roll my eyes. “Go on sunshine!“ I mock and seconds after I was pulled In with soft lips on mine. His vanilla fragrance dizzied me, I heard the sky roar and small drops of water coming from the sky, people running but we stayed still.

My heart was roaring and beating, my breath was caught with his. His hands around my waist. The sunlight was gone, his lips soft. It was like a soft yet deep pepper kiss on me. Like a blessing from the sun. He pulled away and caressed my face. His hair was wet and clothes had moistened patches. My breathing was still heavy. “You don’t understand how much you mean to me. And you never will.” I look up to meet his soft brown orbs. “You didn’t even try…” he smiles and takes my hands in his, placing a kiss on them and my heart throbbed so hard.

I second handedly thought I’m getting a heart attack. “You’re more than special to me. My whole world. I’m..bad with words. But…you don’t understand how much you make me smile with a single thought of yours. Your smile blooms the flower of love in my garden…and it’ll take me forever to count every flower of love rooted by you, y/n. I love you. So much.” Tears filled my eyes as I threw my arms around him. A smile on his lips as he hugs me tightly, sniff my scent, kiss my cheeks, under the rain.

Back to present

“Please welcome y/n!” I walk on the stage with a smile and wave my hands to the cheering crowd. “So we’re going to spin this wheel and see what song you're playing tonight! My expectations are, ‘dance for you’ or ‘I need you to leave me’. Let’s spin the wheel shall we?” I spin the wheel thingy and it stops on one track. Midnight rain. The crowd cheers, “oh my, midnight rain will be bringing back the tears” the host says and I agree. Indeed, midnight rain will be definitely bringing back tears.

jungkook's pov

I yawn and rub my eyes, “good morning, sunshine” I smile and open my arms as she hugs me from my bed and kisses my cheek, I inhale her sweet yet musky fragrance. My heart was warm and I just wanted to feel her against me and sleep all day, just the two of us. “I love you, y/n” the first thing I say as she giggled against my neck. “I love you too, sunshine” I scrunched my nose as she pecked it and left for work. I pout and exhale, I just cannot wait for us to be married, live in the same house and grow old together.

Mornings are like this to us, most of the time she’ll sneak her guitar and lyric book inside my bedroom and we spend midnights like these, she’ll leave by three in the morning and come back again to tell me how much I mean to her before she leaves for the next six hours making me pouty and whiny. I have to work too but glad I’m working from home so I can spend time with her. “Y/n, just left. She bought some grilled sandwiches her mother made”

Mom smiles at me as I grin and take the sandwiches, oh no it’s definitely not Mrs.Kim. That’s y/n for sure. “Jungkook,” I hum at mom. “You’re already twenty nine just ask y/n now. I want to see you two together, married” I sigh, “mom—“ ''I don’t want to hear anything, she’s beautiful, kind and generous. Most of all you love her. And she loves you too, I know she won't reject Jungkook. She’s an incredible woman” I bit my bottom lip, I’m not against marriage at all.

But I don’t want to force her, we’ve been in this for like eight months, eight months since we know how much we love each other. Maybe she won’t but words aren’t needed. Maybe she would actually like to marry me, move in together with me and share her home with me. Maybe after all marriage isn’t as bad as she’d think of, Maybe I am overthinking. I will wait if she wants that.

I can see her smiling and serving desserts to some friends. Taehyung recently got a job in one of the places he always dreamed of and he threw a small party with close friends. It was indeed a party, flashing lights, tiny disco balls, funny outfits and music playing. I clutch the ring tighter in my hand, growing nervous. Heart jumping at every smile she threw at me. Adrenaline Rushing so hard I thought I’ll trip over nothing. She was going to pass across me but I grabbed her hand.

She looks at me if I need something. I do. I need you. My mouth was dry, my body felt the similar tingles and that heart-crushing feeling of excitement repeating how I felt on thefirst day I saw her. I talked to her, I told her how much I love her, the first time I touched her. I can memorize all those times, like a film I watched a thousand times. And I would again and again. “I know this is impulsive” I clear my throat, “but would you marry me?” Her eyes widened. The crowd unfortunately heard my words as they looked at us.

Her cheeks turn into a deep shade of pink as I slip out the ring from my pocket. She stared at the rose gold shiny ring and a slow, cunning, sweet smile wrapped around her lips. Moments later she was in my arms, I cannot be more happier. I feel her kissing my cheeks softly. That moment I knew, she was the one. I’ve never felt this happy, this giddy and the urge to just hold her in my arms forever, to get ahold of this moment forever. The most precious moment in my life, I’ve found one most beautiful thing which replaced music, her.

“I can’t believe this” I say while I see the wedding invitation of ours. I feel her on my neck as she kisses my temple. “I know right. This feels surreal” she whispers as I chuckle and take her on my lap. I feel her snuggling in my chest. Hiding her blushing cheeks. I kiss her head. “I can’t wait to share my home with you. To call you mine” she hums. “Just two weeks.” I smile wide. “Just two weeks. 27th November” the first time we met it was 27th November and exactly one year later here we are.

“How ‘bout this?” She asks at the cake we ordered from her friend’s cake shop for our wedding. I crinkle my nose, “not a huge fan of tangerines” she nods, agreeing. “We have chocolate peanut butter and—“ the doorbell rings as she walks to open the door. It was a postcard I guess. I heard the door close and a few minutes of silence. I waited for her to come but she didn’t. I frowned and got up from the couch to the front.

“Who came?” I ask as she hides the missive behind her. A brown envelope it held. “Uh-oh. Nothing, I just bought something for the wedding online.” She smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes. I forcefully smiled at her, I felt something sick in my stomach for some reason. It’s just only three days until we’re bonded to each other. “Okay” I say with a heavy heart and walk back to the couch. “So chocolate truffle it is?” I asked as she bit her bottom lip, discomforted.

Her Eyes had a mysterious glint and something painful. Maybe I’m hallucinating. “Y-yeah” she smiled yet again it didn’t reach her eyes. I lick my bottom lip, my throat dry. “Oh hey! Jungkook! Your suits are ready, let's go! Pick them up.” Taehyung says as I once again glanced at her eyes. They look so strange to me and it’s not good. I have a bad feeling, maybe she’s not well or something. Yeah, I will look up to her again. She just has something to say maybe and I’ll wait. “Okay” I say to Taehyung and smile at her.

Two days left, yet the problem hasn’t gone anywhere. Guests are coming, my small brother is back from his boarding school. Everything is absolutely fine, just not her. Please tell me what you’re hiding. The smiles never reached her eyes. The previous happiness was lost somewhere. Her hugs weren’t tight. Her eyes never sparkled with love. The excitement was gone. I didn’t see my love potion on her neck. Her silence over something I don’t know is starting to suffocate me.

And it was the day of the marriage. “Have you seen y/n?” I ask with shaky breaths to one of her friends as she frowns. “She’s getting ready” I ran towards the room, the letter in my hand. Somehow I found out myself. And it hurts, it hurts so damn bad. “Y-y/n” I say, tears in my eyes, she wipes her crying eyes. The letter was a crumpled piece of paper in my hand as she stills in her position. “What is this?” I ask as she try to take the letter away from my hand but I pin her to the wall.

“What is this?” I ask again, eyes not leaving hers as her tears fall. “I-i…this was so unexpected” she whispered. “You’re selected under a label? As a singer, right?” I feel her shaking breath and she tries to stop her tears. “We can’t do anything—“ “You’re going” my heart stings as I speak those words. She looks up at me. “What?” I shake my head. “You’re not getting married to me. You’re going to New York, to chase your dreams.”

She falls on her knees. “Jungkook…I don’t know if I’ll ever return here” she sobs. I gulped my tears. “Leave the guilt and regret on me. You’re going right now” she sobs again. “I wanted to tell you about this but I just couldn’t! I’m so sorry. I’m so cruel” her tears kept falling as I forward my hand. “One last time.” one last time I glanced into her eyes. One last time I'll hold her. She stared at my hand. “Please don't give up on your dreams, for me. For us. you deserve this opportunity”

Back to present

“I guess sometimes we all get

Just what we wanted, just what we wanted

And he never thinks of me

Except when I'm on TV”

Lies. I think of you all the damn time. I look at my shining star from the crowds of people, admiring you from afar. I still buy your albums, go to your concerts and the painful part is that you never noticed me. Like you don't notice me right now, tears in my eyes. Wanting to meet yours so badly. To hold you so tight again. I still preciously keep the brown guitar that you gave to me. Close to my heart. I told you I'll wait for my whole life, and I will. No matter what. You were worth all the bad words I received, you were worth letting go.

You had stopped singing, a silence fell over the crowd as you opened your eyes, your heavy breath in the mic and something magical happened as if the love potion was actually working. You…you met eyes with mine. My heart grasped and you…you smiled. And this time, the smile reached your sparkling eyes.

Please know that I still love you,

Like I used to do.

And I will still get married to you if I get the chance.

You're my everything, everything.

The end.

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drewstarkeysbitchh · 1 year

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Pairings: Rafe Cameron x female! Kook-ish! Reader.

Summary: you were a waitress at the country club and Rafe and his friends have been coming every Friday just to annoy the shit out you.

Warnings: Girly being a funny ass bad fucking bitch. Also the tiniest itty bitty smut at the end. But I don’t write it because it makes me uncomfy.♡♡

A/n: this is like my first ever post. I always just kept to myself because I thought I was too good for you all. No I’m kidding, but I’m a lil nervy. Also I’m no fucking English scholar, so if you see anything that’s not supposed to be there, pretend it’s not there. I put commas where I feel like it, ok bitches?? Btw the I put this song because it’s on repeat rn so you don’t have to listen to it but I do…

You looked up from the table you were serving when you heard a group of guys fucking around. It was the too better for everyone kookiest of kooks. Kelce, Topper, and Rafe. I rolled my eyes because this was the fourth Friday in a row that they decided to eat here.

I wrote down the last kids order and went into the back. I went over to the big group in the back with Alyssa, my best friend. We both wanted to work together, so we got jobs together.

“Their here again.” I say talking about the three group of boys that come here almost every Friday. I jump onto the counter.

“If I keep having to serve them, I think I’m gonna shoot myself.” I say making the group all laugh.

“Well I can’t.” Alyssa says. “Me neither.” “Sorry.” I groan.

“Jesus Christ.” I mumble hopping down. I flip them all off in annoyance.

I walk out and over to the group of ignorant assholes.

“Hello what can I do for you three today!” I say sarcastically.

“What a joyful mood.” Topper laughs making me fake smile.

“Always!” I state.

“Can I just get water.” Topper says.

“Me too.” Kelce adds.

I write it down or else I’ll forget. “And what about you, Princess?” I ask.

“Can I just get water too?” He says not really even asking just stating.

“Of course. Anything for my favorite piece of shit!” I say. He rolls his eyes. He had a fling with one my friends over the summer and totally fucked her over. He knew I hated him.

I walk over to get their waters. I carefully to walk back to their tables and give them each their cups.

“Ok now what do you all want to eat I don’t have all fucking day.” I state.

“Where’d the sweet Stevie go?” Topper says. I laugh not at his joke but at myself, because I think I’m so funny. They all smile with me.

“Can I get some wings?” Topper asks. I nod my head.

“I just want a cheeseburger with fries.” Kelce says. I write it down and look over at Rafe.

“I don’t want anything.” He says. I raise my eyebrows.

“You came to a restaurant and you’re not getting any food?” I laugh.

“I just don’t want to put my sweet little cupcake to work.” He laughs.

“It’s not like I make the food.” I state.

“I’m not hungry.” He says. I stare at him for a second just confused.

“Alright.” I say walking to the back to put their orders in the line. I look back at the table and Alyssa isn’t there. She’s probably doing her job for the first fucking time in her life. I walk over and jump onto the counter.

“Hank, who’s the meanest person you’ve ever met?” I ask the chef, my favorite man in the world.

“My wife.” He laughs making me laugh with him.

“Well I think it’s Rafe Cameron.” I say. “He just so narcissistic and in love with himself. He thinks he can’t do anything wrong and it’s so annoying.”

“Stevie you’re table won’t shut up about wanting you.” Alyssa walks in and says to me.

“What?” I sigh.

“They want you like now.” She says. I groan and jump off the counter.

I walk over to their table. “Oh there she is.” Kelce says.

“What do you assholes want now?” I laugh.

“I want your friend’s number.” Rafe smirks.

“Ok I have shit to do.” I say walking away.

“Please Stevie, I’ll treat her so well I promise.” He smiles even bigger.

“Why don’t you just ask her yourself, dumbass? Why’d you call me all the way over here?” I groan.

“She isn’t over here.” He says.

“She was just here. She said you guys wouldn’t shut the fuck up.” I say.

“She said that?” He smirks.

“Yeah she did. Look either you get it yourself or don’t get it at all. It’s not my problem.” I say.

“Are you jealous Stevie?” He smiles.

I look at him with disgust. “God you’re so conceited. You think everyone is so in love with you.” I roll my eyes.

“You should be a little nicer to me, Stevie. I can get you fired.” He says. I roll my eyes.

“Go ahead. Then you wouldn’t be able to keep fucking up my Friday’s.” I say walking away.

I walk to the front and ask Steve if I can leave early. I make up a fake story. He lets me go. I genuinely don’t think my anger issues could’ve handled anymore of that.

“Alyssa their your problem now.” I say grabbing my keys. She furrows her eyebrows.

“I can’t deal with them anymore. I’m going home.” I say.

I walk out the door and walk home. My house is close enough, there’s no point in even driving. It’s still a ways to walk, though.

After 5 minutes of walking, I see headlights. It’s a truck. A big ass truck. It comes up closer to me. They roll down their window.

“Did I piss you off too much, sweetheart?” It’s Rafe. I roll my eyes as soon as I hear his voice.

“You just don’t know how to fucking quit.” I say.

“Get in. I’ll take you home.” He says. I scoff.

“Hell no.” I say.

“Stevie don’t be such a determined fucking bitch and get in the car.” He says.

“You know when you call me a bitch it just makes me want to hop in you’re truck so much more.” I say.

“Stevie, I know you don’t want to walk all the way home.” He says. I sigh and walk over to the passenger seat. He was right I didn’t want to walk all the way home.

“You’re still an asshole.” I say. He laughs.

“What even happened? We used to be friends.” He asks.

“Well you cheated on Lily. I mean there’s so many reasons why I fucking hate you, but that’s a big one.” I say.

“Alright I didn’t cheat on her.” He says making me mentally orbit around the fucking moon.

“Oh right you just slept with someone that wasn’t Lily, sorry I don’t know what I was thinking.” I say.

“That’s what she told you?” He scoffs.

“Yeah?” I say.

“I didn’t cheat on her.” He says.

“Well then what did you do Rafe?” I ask.

“I just stopped liking her I don’t know. I tried to tell her in a nice way, but she went fucking psycho on me.” He says.

“You just stopped liking her? How do you just stop liking her?” I ask.

“I don’t know like how you stopped liking Joe.” He says, bringing up my ex.

“Ok that’s different. We both agreed we didn’t feel anything anymore.” I say.

“I stopped liking Lily, because I started liking her friend.” He says looking at me for a second.

“That’s not fucked up at all.” I say. He rolls his eyes.

“Who was it? Alyssa??” I ask.

“No it wasn’t Alyssa.” He says.

“Then why did you want her number?” I ask. He pauses. The car gets really quiet.

“I wanted to see how you’d react.” He says.

“See how I’d react? Why would you care what I thought?” I ask. We sit there for a minute in complete silence.

“It was you, Stevie. Jesus Christ, you were the friend that I couldn’t stop fucking thinking about. Every time you’d come over with you’re stupid little boyfriend, I was never looking at Lily, I was always watching you. I couldn’t do anything because you had a boyfriend and I was dating Lily.” He says making me audibly gasp. Ok not literally but I was in pure shock.

“No fucking shit.” I laugh. He scoffs.

“Fuck off.” He says making me laugh.

“I used to like you too. I was like in love with you in 8th grade.” I say. “It was when I met Sarah and came over to you’re house everyday. To be honest, I only went over there to see you.”

He laughs. “Shut up.” I scoff. “It’s weird we both used to like each other.” He looks at me.

“I never stopped, Stevie.” He says.

“What?” My voice shakes.

“I never stopped liking you.” He says making me gulp really loudly. I stare at him. I’m so nervous right now I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. He starts to lean in and my heart starts beating faster.

I don’t pull away so this has to mean I feel the same. He puts his hand on my face. Our lips finally touch and I realize I like it. He picks up my thighs and sets me on top of him.

I can’t believe of all things that could’ve happened today, I’m in Rafe Cameron’s car about to fuck.

#Spotify #rafe cameron #obx3 #rafe obx #obx x reader #obx imagine

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audinosaur · 10 months

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aoba johsai <3 lover

hi here’s some songs from taylor swift’s lover album that i think match each seijoh pairing :))

iwaoi <3 lover

i mean c’mon

it’s IWAOI ofc they get the title track

“and you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me / and at every table, i’ll save you a seat”

AHSJDJ it’s them !! they don’t even have to say anything, if there’s a chair open next to iwa/oiks, everyone automatically knows who it’s unofficially reserved for

“and i’m highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you”

^ i think this covers both oikawa’s natural jealousy as well as how iwaizumi’s watched time after time again as countless amounts of people crush on his tooru

just the term “lover” for them. i think it’s the word they’d use in the timeskip when describing their “secret relationship” during interviews, it reveals as little as possible about the “mystery person” while still properly communicating just how important they are :)

matsuhana <3 it’s nice to have a friend

makki and mattsun genuinely have no fucking clue how they got together, they just sorta slowly shifted from being friends and doing friend things to doing boyfriend things and being boyfriends

bc of this they just picked a random ass day as their anniversary and just rolled w it

matsuhana’s so interesting to me because they’re friends to lovers like iwaoi/kinkuni yet each of them is a different FLAVOR of friends to lovers that i can’t quite explain but i love em

“something gave you the nerve / to touch my hand”

THEY!! YES! doing all their coupley shit all the while saying “it’s nice to have a friend” even though they both realize it’s faded into something much more

“twenty questions, we tell the truth” idk they just seem like they’ve never lied to each other before bc they’ve never had any reason to hide what they’re feeling

kyouhaba <3 afterglow

*deep inhale* OKAY there’s a LOT !

it should be noted that literally so fucking many of the other songs fit them but i want something slightly kinda happy pls :’)

i really love this song and it’s portrayal of arguing w your loved one and then taking the time afterwards to apologize and take accountability

and there are so so many kyouhaba fics where they fight and then make amends (although i still think there should be even MORE)

i just love them having so many feelings and not enough ways to deal w them and the vulnerability when they own up to their mistakes and AAHHHHHHHH

“i don’t wanna do this to you / i don’t wanna lose this with you” and “hey, it’s all me, just don’t go”

(^ examples of them being VULNERABLE AND OPEN)

also “tell me that you’re still mine / tell me that we’ll be just fine / even when i lose my mind”

i am normal about them! (lie)

side note i like how when perusing the seijoh couples gallery you just see “childhood friends to lovers!”, “best friends to lovers!”, “pals to lovers!”, then you turn the corner and see the most aggressive, tension-fueled enemies(?) to lovers pairing you’ve ever seen for no goddamn rhyme or reason

kinkuni <3 paper rings

paper rings has a childlike whimsy that suits kindaichi & kunimi’s relationship perfectly

half of the lyrics seem like things kindaichi would say to kunimi w full earnesty too

“i’m with you even if it makes me blue” and “wrap your arms around me, baby boy” !!!

(kunimi calls it “corny”, kindaichi calls it “romantic”, both with dumbass, lovestruck smiles on their faces)

“i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this” is 100% kunimi though, he doesn’t like surprises and events that require him to exert extra effort, but for kindaichi? he’s more than okay with it

the whole song is just so sugary sweet and shamelessly adorable and at the end of the day that’s what kinkuni is! (at least behind closed doors, bc they get embarrassed sometimes)

and bc i can’t leave my boy out, it should be noted that watari shinji is a red man to his very CORE. you bet your ass on his twenty-second birthday he was blasting 22 like his life depends on it

#seijoh #aoba johsai #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #iwaoi #hanamaki takahiro #matsukawa issei #matsuhana #yahaba shigeru #kyoutani kentarou #kyouhaba #kindaichi yuutarou #kunimi akira #kinkuni #watari shinji #RAAAAHHHH !!!!

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fvrxdrm · 1 year

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emails i can’t send

pairing: musician!leon kennedy x musician!f!reader

tag(s): friends to lovers, angst to fluff, based on sabrina carpenter’s album of the same name

warning(s): angst in the beginning, mentions of break up (not with leon tho i promise), very self-indulgent :]]], like, i’m deadass serious, the middle part’s solely dedicated to valorant (i’m sorry) to the point where i feel like most people reading this wouldn’t understand a single thing on that part. i’m addicted to that game at this point

songs used in this fic: lonesome, feather, bad for business

word count: 2322

*****

If I fall in love with all my problems, will they leave me too?

You leaned back onto the bed frame as you scribbled words on the page. The room was dimmed and bestrewed with crumpled and torn-up papers. On them was a collection of lyrics and doodles, all scrapped and erased with different variations of squiggles and lines across them. You looked out the window. The storm was still swirling outside, you could see how the rain was being pushed towards the direction the wind was taking them along with the trees holding strong against the puddled ground. Droplets of water were looking pretty gliding across glass like a bunch of tiny branched-out rivers heading down towards the pool on the windowsill. The mood was just right for you, perfect for an angsty and lonesome song to be written under the flashing lights of the occasional lightning.

Or maybe I believed in all your lies 'cause I believed in you

Downstairs you could hear Leon experimenting with different chords on his guitar, falling flat with the strings from time to time. You even found yourself giggling at the amount of times you heard him growling in frustration when he couldn’t get the tone and the transitioning of the sounds right, or when he forgot which chord to play next.

“Fucking dumbass fingers!”

Your smile slowly faded as your gaze fell back on your notebook. You thought about which words to write down, spinning the pen through your fingers while doing so.

Why were you somewhere else when you were next to me?

I know you know it keeps me up

Did you think about her face with your hands around my waist?

Did you even give a fuck?

You convinced yourself you were over it, over him, over that mess of a love affair that was basically just narcissism and manipulation born as one human. You’d recognized the red flags, even had you and your best friend, Leon, tag him with the nickname ‘code red’ whenever you passed by him. Still, you couldn’t keep the conflict within you that made you so gullible to your insecurities from fighting against your self-worth. You were still in the process of rebuilding that trust towards yourself, still in the process of pushing away any remnants of love that made you feel so violated. But, how were you going to forget him when you kept overthinking all that had happened? How were you going to forget loving him when you kept grasping onto the ‘what if’s?

As Leon had said, “You don’t miss him, you miss what he could’ve been.”

This was hopeless, this was ridiculous. You felt so close to finding yourself, but sometimes you’d fall back into old habits like an addict falling back into vices and argue with yourself over the dumbest things. You were falling back into painting vivid pictures of what he saw in you and washing away the good that he didn’t see in you.

As you were drowning in your thoughts, three knocks against the wooden door brought you back to reality. It was Leon with his guitar in hand, looking like a happy golden retriever that just found the ball he’d lost in the garden a few days ago.

“I think I got the perfect sound for your next song,” he said after plopping down on your mattress with his guitar positioned on his lap. “Really? Go on then. I can probably draft the next verse once I hear it.”

“Okay so, I got inspired after playing RDR2 yesterday, and I was thinking we could use some yeehaw feel for the track,” Leon shifted to a more comfortable position on the bed, scrunching the comforter below him even more. He strummed his guitar once to get a feel of the strings before pressing his fingers on them to play the chords.

The sound was beautiful, balancing between being ever so light like the pitter-pattering of the rain, and being heavy like the storm and the darkness smothering the sky.

You can't spell "lonesome" without "me"

And there's no hope in misery

I can't escapе your history, oh

You can't spell "lonesome" without "mе"

You just can't

*****

I slam the door, I hit ignore

The world felt balanced for a moment, cloudy skies filtering the sunlight and making it soft as the wind dashed every few minutes. It was like mother nature felt mushy and shy, yet loud and confident all the same. Perhaps like the fluttering of your heart, so full of joy, and the devilish assertiveness overheating your body as you continued to shit on these fucking kids trying to ego-peek you and your trusty sniper.

Breathe in, breathe out… You’re getting your ace, little angel.

Calm, cool, collected Y/N… So relaxed yet sturdy like a cloudburst circling around with the leaves.

Your hand was steady while clicking head after head, a bunch of pixels running and trying to gun you down for hours. “Too warmed up,” they said. “Heat up!” Leon screamed through the comms. You’re cracked… L Diablo… SEN ElevenZ… An amalgamation of hype and torn vocal cords ringing from your headphones and into your ears. “I’m shaving my head if you ace clutch this,” another rando commed as the in-game announcer’s voice was heard.

“Last player standing.”

You spammed your A and D keys while peeking every tight corner you turned to, jump peeked at every possible sniper angle the enemy Jett could be holding, slicing your pie as the pros would call your careful peeks. Nobody said a word, but if you had to guess, Leon must have been clenching his ass cheeks just waiting for you to either lose the final round or tie the game 12-12 and bring it to overtime. Your cheeks were beginning to heat up with nerves, also could feel your hands sweat even more. Why do ranked games have to feel like this?

I got you blocked

After this, an afterthought

I finally cut you off

You voiced your anxiousness to Leon, “I’m fucking nervous, dude. We might actually lose our RR,” you bit your lip while still jiggling behind screens. “You got this, little angel. I believe,” Leon whispered back into the mic as he sipped on his boba tea. You took a step one click at a time and took a shot with your rifle just to be certain with clearing your corners. You were sure the enemies knew where you were by now because of that shot, so you had to make a move, and fast. You smoked yourself with your Cloudburst behind screens to isolate the Sage peeking by default, promptly head- shotting her before Updrafting onto rafters to reposition yourself to a high ground, but not before losing 40 HP from a responding body shot.

1v4

You saw the Reyna jiggle peeking maze while shooting one bullet at a time. By the third peek, you got yourself a quick headshot to punish her. This, in turn, gave you your Tailwind back.

1v3

You activated your Tailwind as well as your Blade Storm ultimate so you wouldn’t have to deal with the inaccuracy of your Vandal while moving about. You checked your flank when you noted that nobody was on site to trade the Reyna, and sure enough, the enemy Jett was shift-walking with an Op like a fucking idiot. Like, why separate from your teammates and give your one enemy a 1v1? In a 1v5? Hello? This is a high elo lobby??? Anyway, despite your nerves, you shot a knife to the Opper’s head before she could do a quick scope and dashed back onto site to look for your fourth kill.

1v2

“You’re actually gonna fucking win this?”

“Oh my fucking god, I’m actually gonna shave my head.”

Then, Leon whispered into your party comms again, “I believe in you, heal yourself.” You lost your focus for a moment, pursing your lips as you tried your hardest not to laugh, “I fucking hate you so much.”.

You found your fourth just as you Updrafted onto top site, and now, it was down to…

1v1

“Holy fuck! I’m actually losing my fucking hair!”

You played a cat-and-mouse game with the final enemy once you dropped below top site, aware of the time running out. You activated your dash one last time and dodged bullets while you ring-around-a-rosied on site. Then finally, as the ticking of the bomb began to quicken, you took advantage of a momentary opening and landed a final headshot to the enemy, dashing hurriedly towards the spike to defuse it.

“Nah”

“Wait, you’re actually cracked???”

“I’m losing my hair!”

You let out a breath of relief once you saw the defused spike’s animation. “Bro, I’m never doing that again. I hated every single second of that.”.

I feel so much lighter, like a feather, with you off my mind

Floating through the memories like, whatever, you're a waste of time

Leon replied, “I told you, you could do it. Actually VCT-ready. Witewwy.”.

“Witewwy?”

“Witewwy.”

After that, the tension was turned up even more between your teams, trading round after round until…it was Leon’s time to clutch the round and win the game.

“If I win this, you have to go on a date with me,” Leon commed once again in your party voice chat, now feeling like your nerves were resettling in him. It was supposed to be a light-hearted joke, something not foreign to your dynamic, but then, “Sure, I’m down,” you shrugged with your arms crossed. You sounded too nonchalant for his liking, you just had to be unserious…right? He just had to make sure, “You serious?”. You responded, “Yeah, I’m dead-ass serious. If you clutch this, I’ll go out with you on a date, kiss you good night, then end up fu-”

“Alright, I’m clutching this.”

Your signals are mixed, you act like a bitch

You fit every stereotype, send a pic

With newfound confidence and determination, he activated his Empress, gaining higher fire rate, quicker ability activation, and more healing from his Devour, all while having his powers strengthened. He blinded one of the enemies with his Leer to create a distraction, catch them off guard with his Vandal, and quickly finish them off. He then repositioned using his Dismiss to evade incoming fire and avoid detection by the remaining enemies, all while his ult automatically replenished his health before preparing for his next engagement.

With one enemy remaining and time running out, Leon faced the last enemy guarding the spike. He utilized his one Leer to disorient the player before dispatching him with a meticulous shot, and Dismissed off to defuse the spike before it exploded. And just in the nick of time, he won the round for his team and secured the game victory, as well as the additional RR.

“Welp, we’re off for the weekend.”

I feel so much lighter, like a feather, with you out my life

With you out my life

*****

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow that washed over everything in its path. The stars twinkled like scattered diamonds, their brilliance illuminating the darkness with a celestial radiance.

The city was enveloped in a serene stillness, broken only by the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. The shadows danced and swayed, as if performing a silent ballet, adding an air of mystery and intrigue to the scene. The darkness was deep and impenetrable, creating an otherworldly atmosphere that seemed to hold secrets waiting to be discovered.

We look good in photographs

I like the way you like to laugh at dirty jokes

I know they'll always land

Used to get work on time

But now you're taking up my nights

Never been so glad to be so tired

Leon went downstairs to grab a glass of water, when he heard a faint sound coming from the living room. Following the sound, he found you slumped over your writing table, your notebook open in front of you, fast asleep. He couldn't help but smile at your peaceful expression and the sight of your creative process in action.

As Leon approached you, he noticed that the song you had been writing was about him. His heart skipped a beat as he read the lyrics that spoke of his charisma, his means to take up your nights, and the way he had inspired you. He felt a surge of warmth and happiness knowing that he had made such an impact on you.

Ooh, I'm mad for you

It's sad but true and I know it

Ahh, you're on my mind

You stole my life and it's showin'

Carefully, Leon picked you up, cradling you in his arms, and carried you to your bed. He tucked you in, admiring your beauty even in your sleep. He couldn't help but feel a deep affection for you, not just as a collaborator and a friend, but as someone who had captured his heart.

He thought back to the open notebook, a smile tugging at his lips. He made a mental note to talk to you about the song in the morning, eager to hear more of what you had written. Leon realized that this unexpected moment had given him a glimpse into your heart, and he couldn't wait to see where your music and your connection would take you both.

With a contented sigh, Leon left the room, grateful for the serendipitous encounter that had brought him closer to you some years ago, the talented musician who had captured his heart. Little did he know that this would be the beginning of something truly special, a journey of music, love, and endless possibilities.

He's good for my heart but he's bad for business

Tears me apart when he grants my wishes

All of my friends think I've gone crazy

But they don't know me like my baby

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #resident evil x reader

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andie-cake · 1 year

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NPMD WAS SO FUCKING GOOD AND NOW I'M GONNA TALK ABT IT IN A REALLY DISORGANIZED FASHION

ruth and richie were hilarious characters, and i am GLAD they didn't turn out to be smokescreens for different pre-established characters (...technically? not main characters anyway, but goddamn i was not expecting the paulkins cameo). poor richie, that whole scene with him being like "i'm not a loser anymore, i'm one of the guys! i love life! :)" when we know that he's about to murdered was such a hilarious gut punch, and ruth was just,,, god, diversity win, this sweaty disaster of a teenage girl who gets wedgied to death is canonically bisexual. what a legend.

will branner is INCREDIBLE, holy shit. he steals the show as max in every scene he's in. max may be my favorite villain in the hf stage trilogy, he's as hilarious as he is menacing. he's like. i dunno, jock beetlejuice? something like that. also new ship just dropped, will and jon's unnamed student characters during best of you.

speaking of best of you, god the MUSIC was so great. don't know if it quite beats out black friday for me yet, but it's damn good. literal monster wasn't my favorite like i was expecting, i'll have to give it another listen to pin that down. but still, what a score, not one skip happening once this cast album hits spotify.

pete and steph were once again Cute As Hell, it was really neat seeing their relationship play out over the course of a full show. their "i don't love you but maybe i actually do" song in beanies (forgot what it was called lol whoops) was a banger, and seeing them walk out in their cute lil homecoming outfits in the end put the dumbest smile on my face. also, that reprise of cool as i think i am in act 2 nearly made me cry, joey as pete was a phenomenal choice.

grace,,, holy shit, i love what they did with grace in this show. hearing her call god a son of a bitch before stealing the gun from one of the officers and turning back on them threw me into another goddamn dimension. dirty girl and bully the bully were hilarious songs (feel like i'm overusing that word, but how else can i describe it?), and holy shit, her having sex with max's ghost to vanquish him and then proceeding to go mad with power?? my jaw was dropped, that was incredible. i never could've predicted that in a million years and i've never been more delighted.

me like one month ago: yeah i don't think we're gonna see the lords in black in npmd since this is supposed to be a more standalone hf show than black friday :/. literally all five of the lords in black: we're about to end this dumbasses whole career. that was WILD. their song wasn't my favorite in the show (if only bc it was kinda hard to hear with the digital ticket audio), but i am ecstatic to have canon human designs for all five of them now.

god, i feel like there's more i wanna say, but there's just so much to talk about. all i can say is that after three years of delays, i'm so so happy that we're finally getting to see npmd. dunno how it stacks up against tgwdlm and black friday for me yet, but i'm just overjoyed. can't wait for the youtube version and the cast album, they're gonna be great.

#nerdy prudes must die #npmd #npmd spoilers #nerdy prudes must die spoilers #hatchetfield

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Diary of a Hawkins Hussy: A Stranger Things x Reader Anthology

Diary Entry #4: Eddie Munson

Warnings: swearing, smut, smoking, fingering, oral sex, protected sex, heavy kissing/groping, multiple orgasms, light squirting, rough sex, use of handcuffs, praise/degradation, overstimulation, light crying, dirty talk, brief LGBTQ+ references

June 5th, 1984

Dear diary,

After over a month of non-stop paperwork and interviews, among other things, I have finally gotten the hang of running Waxed Out 100% on my own. I have hired a couple kids to work below me, and they are exactly what I was looking for. There's Alex, a bright young boy who is obsessed with rock n' roll. He can tell you every band member, the instruments they play, stories behind their songs/albums, etc. He's like a living encyclopedia. I also hired a girl named Julie, who reminds me of a younger version of myself. She's very well-versed in most genres, and she has the most primo picks when it comes to playing music in the store. We're the dream team, us three. They're very respectful and eager to learn, and Icouldn't be happier with them as employees.

Despite figuring my shit out at work, however, a certain old flame of mine has quickly moved on to dating someone else I happen to have previously slept with. I don't want to go into detail about that, though. It's honestly too painful. It's bad enough to see them out together, kissing and giggling the way they used to with me. But it's for the best, and I can surely find someone else to date or fuck quite easily.

Moving on to more amusingthings, I happened to catch a sneaky little shoplifter today. Well, more like I caught him before he could even manage to take anything...

You're sitting on the stool behind the counter, reading another one of your novels as usual on a slow afternoon. Alex has just left for the day, so you're on your own until closing time. You don't mind it, you like the quiet. Alex, despite his great work ethic and extensive musical knowledge, can be quite the chatterbox. It's a bit tedious at times, though you'd never say so. He's only sixteen, and he's a nice kid. You would never hurt his feelings.

The bell above the door tinkles, and you barely look up from your book to see a somewhat familiar face. An older boy, with brown, curly hair that goes just past his chin, full lips, and slightly oversized brown eyes. He's dressed in dark-colored jeans held up with a belt bearing a buckle in the shape of handcuffs, with a Metallica t-shirt and a battle vest loaded with various patches up top. Weathered converse adorn his feet, classic black with that iconic star logo on the outer side. He looks like the typical kid you see in here, browsing around for the latest rebellious sound.

His eyes meet yours for a moment, before quickly darting away. Perhaps he's shy, which is your first thought. But he moves oddly around the store, seemingly trying to find the most obscured view from where you sit. A thief, huh?, you think to yourself. These dumbass kids always think they're so slick. But they're not slick enough for you. You watch him closely, flicking your pupils up from your novel in a subtle way. He keeps looking back at you to see if you're paying attention, so you have to let him think you're none the wiser. He settles on the heavy metal section of cassette tapes. Small, easy to stow away in pants pockets, makes sense he'd try that. But before he can even lift a finger to touch the tape he's got his eye on, you speak up.

"If you even think of stealing from me, I'll have you on the floor in three seconds flat." You say sternly, making him freeze in place. He's unsure what to do. Should he try to take the tape and run? Or stay put until you ream him for attempting to steal? "Come here, kid." You order him over, marking your place and setting your novel down on the counter. The kid turns around, looking absolutely terrified. He shuffles over to you, shame playing about his fearful face. He doesn't look at you, his eyes trained on the floor until he meets the counter. "What's your name?" You ask. At first he doesn't answer, shaking his head. You sigh, rolling your eyes. "I'm not gonna call the cops. I just want to talk to you." You say calmly, which seems to relax him a little. He raises his head, and swallows hard.

"Eddie." He almost mumbles, picking at his fingers anxiously.

"What?" You ask, having not fully heard him.

"My name, is Eddie." He repeats himself, speaking more clearly now.

"Alright, Eddie. How old are you?" You continue to question him, noting how much he's shaking.

"E-Eighteen." Eddie stutters, which you can't help finding a little bit cute. If he hadn't been trying to take something without paying, you'd say he's pretty easy on the eyes altogether.

"Okay. You mind telling me what you were after over there?" You figure there's no need to spend much time berating him for such a petty crime. There must be a reason he wanted...something over there. And you can't bear to quash anyone's passion for music, not even in this instance.

"Um...Defenders of The Faith." Eddie blurts, wondering why you're even asking.

"Judas Priest, huh?" You say with a light laugh, taking a closer look at his patches now. Motörhead, Iron Maiden, Megadeth. Yep, it's just as you suspected. He's a full-blown metalhead.

"You know them?" He asks curiously.

"I know I don't look it, Eddie. But I'm quite familiar with metal music. Well, all music, really. I can't manage this store without the musical knowledge to back it up, you know." You chuckle, watching his eyes widen in awe of you. He appears to find you extremely cool in this moment. How cute.

"Sorry. I swear, I didn't mean anything by that." Eddie apologizes, though you understand perfectly what he meant.

"It's alright. I'm not offended." You giggle, making him laugh gently as well. He's got a nice laugh, you could definitely stand to hear it quite often.

"You do look a little young to be running this shop all by yourself, though." He says, finding it a bit strange that such a young, beautiful woman like yourself would be working in a dusty old store like this.

"You could say that. I'm nineteen, getting close to twenty, if you must know." You reply, and he smiles a little wider at your response. "What?" You ask, wondering why he's so happy about that.

"Nothing. You're just...really pretty." He says bashfully, his cheeks turning red. "A-And it's impressive that you run this place all by yourself." He adds, hoping he's not insulting you by focusing on your looks.

"Well, Eddie, I'm very flattered. And, lucky for you, flattery works with me." You say lowly, giving him a certain look with your eyes that only deepens the crimson on his flesh. "How 'bout this: you bring that tape you want over here, and I'll give it to you on the house? Hm?" You offer.

"Really?" Eddie asks in disbelief. Just a few minutes ago, you were ready to tackle him to the floor for shoplifting. And now, you're going to let him have that coveted album for his collection for free?

"Yeah. You seem nice enough, and you've got good taste." You smile and shrug. He nods his head, and practically skips over to the section to retrieve the tape. He sets it on the counter, and you ring it in and bag it up for him. You write down the price for later, you'll pay it out of your own pocket at the end of the day. "Here you go. And one more thing, Eddie. If you want to shop here, please bring money next time?"

"Yeah, I will. And I'm sorry for trying to steal from you...Y/N." He says apologetically, reading your name from your tag as you hadn't told it to him yourself.

"It's alright. I used to have sticky fingers, too, once upon a time." You grin, reminiscing on your high school days of snatching the occasional pack of gum or tube of lipstick when you were bored. "Well, I dunno about you, but I've got a novel to get back to." You say, interrupting your own nostalgic daydreaming.

"Oh, right. I'd better get goin' anyway." Eddie adds awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "But it was nice to meet you, Y/N. Thanks for the tape, and for not calling the cops." He laughs, picking up the small paper bag in his hands.

"No problem, Eddie. I'm sure I'll see you around. Let me know how that tape suits you when you come in again. I'd love to hear your thoughts." You say cooly, and he nods in response. He backs away from the counter, clumsily bumping into the record shelving. You can't help giggling a little at his misstep, it's quite obvious that he finds you attractive.

"Shit." He mutters under his breath, blushing again at his clumsiness. He gives you a weak laugh and smile, before turning around and running out of the store in embarrassment. You watch him step out onto the street, and laugh a little harder at his palm smacking against his forehead as he scolds himself.

June 8th, 1984

Dear diary,

Eddie stopped by again, and we talked at length about the album I let him walk away with. We discussed our favorite tracks, mine being "Love Bites", and his choice, "Eat Me Alive". The whole thing is extremely solid, not to mention rather sexy, in a very aggressive way. But that's the way I like it. As does Eddie, I would imagine. He kind of danced around that subject as much as he could, though. I don't blame him, it's not exactly comfortable to talk in detail about sex to someone you've just met (and totally have a crush on).But we're definitely sharing a vibe, there's no doubt about that.

Our conversation ventured to other areas, like other bands in the genre. Metallica is a big-time favorite for him. I'm more of a Sabbath girl, myself, but there's not much to dislike within that whole scene. It felt like we talked for hours, while also not being nearly enough time before I got a bit of a rush in the store. I recommended some new stuff for Eddie to try, which he didn'twaste a second in purchasing when I had to get back to work. He hadn't heard of Dokken before, which was a real shame, in my opinion. They're a little more glam than the stuff Eddie seems to like, but I have a feeling he'll enjoy them. If I've read him as well as I think I have, that is. I can't wait to hear what he thinks, he's a highly stimulating conversation partner.

June 11th, 1984

Dear diary,

My little wannabe thief returned again today. He absolutely devoured Tooth and Claw, which I was hoping he would. He said he played it over and over, really listening to the words, while also thinking about me. In what manner that was, I have no idea. He kind of froze up for a second after he said that, like he had never meant to tell me such a thing. It was really cute, though. Ugh, the way his cheeks went all red, and his breath got stuck in his throat... It was a beautiful sight.

He hung around for a while, I'd have a mind to call it loitering if Ididn't like him so much. But it's honestly really nice to have him around, he's far more entertaining than the novels I keep burning through every day. He's smart, and funny, and a total nerd on top of all that. He absolutely will not shut up about Lord of the Rings and Dungeons & Dragons, not that I'd ever want him to. Eddie's so passionate when he speaks, he's mesmerizing to watch. And Ican't help resting my head in my hand as I dreamily observe him going on and on about anything and everything.

I'd very much like to hang out with him outside of work sometime. But hell if I know if that's something he'd be interested in. I mean, Iknow we like each other. But he's sort of shy at times, and I'd hate to drive him into his shell if I push him too far. I think it's probably best to wait for him to make that move, if that's what he wants. I don't want him to stop coming in, and Idon't want to lose the nice talks we have at the shop. Eddie brightens my day every timeI see him, making the ones where he doesn't pop in feel gloomy in comparison.

June 15th, 1984

Dear diary,

It's been a few days since I've seen Eddie. It's not a huge deal, but it's like I've said before, I really enjoy being around him. I can't help my head snapping up to see if he's the one walking in the door every time that damn bell rings. But of course, it hasn't been him yet. In the meantime, I replay the conversations we've had on repeat in my mind, remembering how perfect his plush lips look when he talks. Or the way his eyes almost never leave mine when he's listening to me, those large pools of luscious chocolate that I could get lost in for hours. Or the lines that indent his gorgeous face whenever he smiles or scrunches his nose. I've got it bad, diary. I want this ridiculous, charming, handsome young man, to a point where I'm seriously questioning my sanity.

June 18th, 1984

Dear diary,

Just when I was starting to get worried that I'd never see my new acquaintance again, he showed up at the perfect time. My heart almost exploded when I saw his face, and I had to keep myself from going all giddy when he sidled up to the counter...

"Hey there, long-time no-see, Eddie. What have you been getting up to?" You chirp as Eddie comes right over to you.

"Uh, not much. Just been tryin' to talk my uncle into letting me get my GED instead of repeating senior year." He speaks casually, giving you a warm smile. "How's the store goin'?" He leans over the counter on his forearms, getting very comfortable in your personal space.

"The shop's been alright, nothing unusual. It's been missing you, though, I suppose." You reply, feeling your cheeks heat up at how close he is. He's gotten this close before, but it feels different today. Maybe it's because he's been away so long, and you've been thinking about him almost every second in his absence.

"Aw, you missed me? That's sweet." Eddie teases, making you roll your eyes. "Relax, Y/N. I missed you, too. I kept thinking about the next time I'd be able to come in here and be a pain in your ass." He says playfully, leaning even further towards you. For a brief moment, you're almost within kissing distance. That is, until Eddie loses his balance and almost slips onto the floor. He backs off to reorient himself, giving you a small glare when you giggle at his clumsiness.

"You can come back here if you want. Might keep you from falling on your ass." You offer, you figure there's no harm in it. He's not going to steal from you, and you're stuck in yet another snail-paced day in terms of business.

"Cool, thanks." He grins, practically scurrying around the counter to join you in the employee area. He hops up to sit on the edge, swinging his legs back and forth.

"Cute." You muse, settling back onto your stool across from him. You both sit quietly for a little while, unsure what else to say. The only sounds you can hear are the cars passing by down the street outside, and the Prince album playing at a reasonable volume on the store's sound system.

"So...what now?" Eddie asks, breaking the awkward moment of silence.

"I dunno, Eds. I kinda thought you'd be the one bringing the conversation." You answer, and he nods. You carefully observe him, his shifting gaze, his fingers fidgeting with the massive rings that rest upon them. He's thinking very hard of something to say, trying his best to keep you from becoming bored with him.

"Right." He chuckles nervously, nodding his head. "Well, I was thinking..." He pauses, trying to find the words. You look at him expectantly, and he continues. "...I-I was wondering if you'd, um..." He keeps fumbling over his own train of thought, but you can already gather what he's getting at. A knowing smile grows on your lips, though Eddie isn't sure why. You let him take his time, he'll get the words out eventually. "Would you like to, uh...hang out sometime?" He finally finishes, his tone heightening at the words 'hang out'.

"And what exactly would you have in mind for us to do if we 'hang out', Eddie?" You ask curiously, crossing your arms. Given his nervousness, you can tell he's been thinking about this a lot. Surely he has some kind of plan in place, whether it's just listening to music and talking, or doing intimate things in either of your homes.

"Well, I was thinking you could come over to my place. We could listen to tapes in my room, or watch a movie or somethin'." He shrugs, trying to sound casual. But the light quiver in his voice gives him away. He's been dying to get closer to you, you've been taking over his mind since you gave him that tape. You're so pretty, and sweet, and you listen to him ramble on for hours. No one else has ever done that for him. Not even his uncle Wayne, supportive as he is. Every time he's been around you, he gets this unbearable urge to pull you close and kiss you. It's not exactly a common occurrence for him, and even less so for those feelings to seemingly be reciprocated.

"I'd be alright with that." You say with a smile, hopping down from your stool to slowly walk over to Eddie. "Is there anything else you've been thinking about doing with me, Eds?" You ask innocently, peering up at him from under your lashes once you're standing right in front of him.

"I-I guess." He stutters, swallowing hard at you invading his space this time.

"And what would that be?" You question, stepping between his legs that he's had spread apart this whole time. You're not touching him, you're just occupying the gap he's left wide open.

"I dunno if I should say. I don't want you to think I'm a perv or something." Eddie holds your gaze, wondering what you're going to say or do next. He'd love nothing more than to admit all the dirty things he's thought about you. How he's held himself in his hand at night, quietly murmuring your name while listening to the albums you've shown him, imagining you there with him in his room doing very inappropriate things.

"I wouldn't think that at all, Eddie." You shake your head, giving him a reassuring smile. He doesn't say anything else, he's too busy thinking about the filthy scenarios in his head again. "You don't have to tell me if it'll make you uncomfortable. We can talk about it later, when we're in your room...if you'd like." You speak lowly, gently placing your hands on his thighs. His breath catches at your touch, and his eyes refuse to leave yours. "How's Friday night sound?"

"Sounds great." He smiles, eager to have these plans with you.

"Good. I'm looking forward to it." Your hands travel further up his legs, stopping just before you reach where his hands have been resting between them. Eddie sighs quietly, enjoying the simple ways you've been touching him. He's excited for you to touch him even more on Friday, and he's even more excited to touch you in all the ways he'll hope you'll like. He can't wait to see what turns you on, how easily and frequently he can make you moan for him. He's getting a little hard just thinking about it. Thankfully, his draped hands obscure your view of the subtle erection growing in his jeans.

"Cool." Eddie clears his throat, quickly trying to make his boner go away so he can leave. He doesn't want you to see how easily horny you've made him, it's seriously embarrassing. He quickly thinks about all the things that definitely turn him off, holding back his sigh of relief once he's no longer aroused. He takes hold of your hands, gently grasping them in his own, the backs of his palms resting on his thighs. "I really like you, Y/N." Eddie says sweetly, brushing his thumbs across your skin.

"I really like you too, Eds." You reply with a warm smile. He seems much more relaxed now, comfortable in your presence once again. It is a bit fun to watch someone get flustered when you flirt with them, but it's even better to witness them unfurl like a budding flower. Opening up to you, accepting your advances.

"Can I..." He starts to ask, raising a hand to cup your cheek. He can't help but pause, he's unsure that a move like this is right. At least so early. You can feel calluses on his hands, presumably from playing guitar. He's mentioned it before, his 'shitty little band', as he put it.

"Can you what?" You almost whisper when the rest of his words don't come. You already know what he's going to ask, but you long to hear him actually say it out loud.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks again, much more confident this time. You're just about to respond by bringing your lips toward his, when the bell above the door jingles. You immediately pull away, turning your attention to whoever has annoyingly destroyed your little moment with Eddie. You clear your throat, returning to your usual position at the register.

"Hey kiddos, what brings you in today?" You ask when you look to find Will Byers and his friends coming through the door in a loud bundle. They're bickering over their next D&D campaign, but they quickly stop once you acknowledge them.

"Y/N!" They shout excitedly in unison, running over to the counter. You come around to greet them, letting them each give you a small hug. You almost forget that Eddie is still here. You're a bit preoccupied with the boys talking over each other to ask you about the new albums they've been waiting on.

"Hey, Y/N. I'm gonna get goin'. But I'll see you on Friday, 'kay?" Eddie says, getting out of your area and heading for the door. He's walking backwards, wanting to see your face one last time before he departs. You suppose he's in a bit of a hurry after failing to kiss you.

"Sure thing! Can't wait!" You call after him, giving him the biggest genuine smile you can. He nods, smiling himself. He turns around and walks out of the shop. You watch him make his way down the street, feeling a bit bad that you've missed out on that kiss. Oh well, you'll get another chance in a mere four days. In the meantime, you've got four of your best customers waiting for your assistance.

...Well, it's safe to say the rest of the day was not nearly as eventful as Eddie's visit. I've been compulsively reminding myself of every small detail of our interaction far too often. The scent of Eddie's cigarettes and cheap cologne, the warmth radiating from his thighs inside his jeans when I touched him, those all-too-perfect lips of his calling my name. Shit, diary, I'm totally screwed on Friday. I don't know if I'll even manage to get through the door to his place beforeI pounce on him. Although, I now realize he's never told me where he lives. Hopefully he'll come around again at some point to clear that up for me.

June 20th, 1984

Dear diary,

I had a dream about Eddie last night. It was mostly kissing, but if my alarm hadn't taken me out of it, it definitely would've gone to very interesting places. Either way, it was wonderful. We were on my couch, and I was straddling his lap. Eddie's lips were soft and warm. He was the perfect balance of gentle and rough with me. He tasted like beer as his tongue tangled with mine. He didn't do that annoying thing younger guys do where they essentially try to eat your face. Ugh, I've always hated too much tongue. His hands wandered to all the right places, hungrily grabbing at my ass and chest while we were making out. I'm getting a little hot just thinking about it, and it wasn't even real. Not yet, anyway. Friday can't come soon enough, it's killing me to wait so long. And my sex-crazed brain fueling the fire with steamy dreams certainly isn't helping. I only hope Eddie can keep up, but I have a feeling he'll exceed my expectations.

June 23rd, 1984

Dear diary,

'The morning after'. It's a very interesting phrase. We all know what it means, hell, there's even a pill named after it. It's a rather bittersweet saying as well. On the one hand, you get to relive the pleasant experience you shared with another person (or multiple people, if you're lucky). But on the other, it signals the end of the fun, and you have to go back to your boring life once you eat and hose yourself off.

Lucky for me, though, I get to indulge in the sweet side of the morning following a very pleasurable night. I'm still in Eddie's bed as we speak, and he's making us some breakfast. I can smell the bacon sizzling, and the cinnamon from the French toast. I'm sure I'm gonna enjoy it. But not nearly as much as I enjoyed the time we spent together last night...

You pull up to Eddie's trailer around 9:30pm, killing the engine of your little junker before stepping out onto the gravel. Eddie called you about an hour before closing time at the shop, giving you the address. He seemed a bit ashamed of where he lives over the phone, but you didn't give him any reason to think you'd look down on him for it. It's just a home, like any other. And it's not like your apartment is exactly Shangri-la, either. You pull you overnight bag over your shoulder, one you'd packed very early this morning as you couldn't focus on sleeping. You shut the car door, and head up the small steps to the trailer. You knock, and wait for Eddie to come let you in.

You can hear the Judas Priest album you gave him playing over a stereo on one end of the trailer, presumably his bedroom. The stereo suddenly turns off, and quick footsteps make their way over to you. The door swings open to reveal your companion for the evening. "Hey, Y/N. Come in." Eddie smiles, opening the door wider and extending his arm to coax you inside. "You look great." He compliments you, his eyes dragging over your tight jean shorts and Metallica t-shirt.

"Thanks. So do you." You reply kindly, paying respect to his usual getup. "Where's your room? I want to put my bag down." You ask, looking around the humble abode. It's small, but mostly tidy. There's clutter here and there, but it's far from unclean. Mugs and baseball caps line the walls of the living room, definitely a prized collection. You doubt that Eddie would hoard such things, they're probably his uncle's. The various furniture is simple, faded and worn around the edges, but still perfectly functional.

"Oh, sure. Uh, this way." He points awkwardly down the hall, stepping ahead of you to lead the way. You follow him down the somewhat narrow space, entering a door at the very end of it. There's a decent-sized bed in the room, and various posters, banners, and drawings on the walls. There's also a couple guitars and an amp in the room, and other random things a teenage boy would own. It's a little more messy in here, clothes strewn about and overflowing from the dresser drawers, a couple empty beer cans on the night table. But you've seen worse. "Shit. Sorry it's kind of a mess. I'd meant to clean up, but time got away from me." Eddie chuckles awkwardly, hurriedly attempting to clean up.

"It's fine, Eds. As long as there's no roaches or rats, I don't mind." You reply, setting your bag down on the floor in the corner of the room.

"Oh, we are definitely pest-free in the Munson household. Although, there may be a few spiders." Eddie replies, making you giggle.

"So, what do you wanna do?" You ask, plopping down on Eddie's bed, which is dressed with a wrinkled brown comforter and well slept-on pillows. You lean back on your hands, kicking off your shoes while glancing at him casually.

"Well, we could pick up where we left off on Monday." Eddie suggests, giving you a cheeky grin.

"Been thinking about that a lot, have you?" You tease, patting the spot beside you on the bed. He comes over, sitting as close to you as he possibly can.

"Maybe." He shrugs, though the way he says it definitely means 'yes'.

"Well, so have I." You put your hand on his thigh, gazing deep into his eyes. Your mouth is not very far from his, it would take no effort at all to finally get a taste of him. "I had a dream about you, ya know." You blurt out the words, oddly compelled to as you stare at his beautiful mouth.

"Yeah? What did we do in your dream?" He asks, just as mesmerized by your proximity.

"This." You whisper, leaning in closer to bridge the gap that's beginning to feel miles long. Your mouth meets his, and time itself seems to stop. He tastes exactly how you thought he would in your dream, with a hint of tobacco as well. Eddie hums quietly into the kiss, bringing a hand up to cradle the back of your head. Your mouths move in sync, with just the right amount of tenderness and passion. You maneuver yourself to straddle his lap, just like your dream. Your tongues come out to play, teasing one another to turn up the heat. Your head feels light, and Eddie's does too. Flares of excitement course through you, driving you to bury your fingers in his hair, while his hands lower to grip your waist. "Mmm." You moan lightly, grinding yourself onto him.

You can feel Eddie getting hard underneath you, and you're tempted to reach down and palm him through his jeans. "Slow down, baby. We've got all night." Eddie says, pulling his lips away from yours to breathe.

"Sorry." You say breathlessly, letting go of his head. You really want to savor every moment, to truly take your time. You just got a little ahead of yourself.

"Don't be. Just relax, I'm not goin' anywhere." He reassures you, still holding your hips respectfully. You stay sitting on his lap, the both of you taking a minute to admire one another in this new light. "So, did we do anything else in this dream of yours?" He asks curiously.

"Uh, not really. Well, you grabbed my ass and tits, I guess." You explain, feeling a little silly saying all of this out loud.

"Oh, like this?" He questions, moving his hands lower to take rough handfuls of your butt.

"Yeah." You moan lightly at the contact, and his smile grows wider.

"And..." He stops squeezing your behind, traveling upwards now to grab your breasts through your shirt. "...like this?" He asks you again, his cock twitching at the whimper that escapes you.

"Fuck, yes." You respond, loving the way his large palms feel when they touch you.

"God, you're gorgeous." Eddie muses, drawing more little noises from your lips. "I've dreamt about you too, sweetheart." He says lowly, dropping the pet name like it's nothing at all. It's sounds so good coming from his lips, and you can't wait to hear it again.

"And what happened in your dream?" You ask, curious what his own mind holds in terms of fantasies. He's still groping your chest, which is making you very wet inside your shorts.

"Same as yours...except I was doing this." He says, leaning his head down to kiss your neck. His lips returning to your flesh feels absolutely exquisite. He moves his mouth on you slowly, employing his teeth and tongue to mark you with a dark hickey.

"Eddie." You moan involuntarily, lacing your left hand in his hair to keep him close to you.

"Mmm, and you definitely did that, princess." Eddie chuckles darkly, breath fanning hotly across your skin. He switches sides now, and you in turn switch hands. You have to have him as near to you as possible, you strangely feel like he might disappear if you let go for too long. His hands continue to massage your chest, causing more arousal to spread through your panties at the sensation. You grind your hips again, drawing a muted groan from him. "Havin' fun, baby?" He asks, nipping you a little bit harder this time.

"Yes, Eddie. You're really good at this." You pant, your nails digging into his scalp. You roll your hips over and over, slow as you can manage. Eddie keeps quietly moaning and grunting against you. Not because he doesn't want to make any noise. It's more that he doesn't want to disturb the sounds of heavy breathing and clothes brushing against each other.

"Let's take a little break, sweetheart." Eddie says, pulling his mouth away from your throat and taking hold of your hips to still them. You're driving him crazy with all your grinding, and he needs to slow down if he's going to keep up with you.

"Sure. You got anything to drink?" You ask, sliding off of Eddie's lap to sit on the bed again.

"Uh, yeah." He stands up abruptly, getting ready to retrieve what you're asking for. "Is beer alright?" He asks.

"Yeah, that's fine." You reply mindlessly, your gaze fixed on the large bulge inside his jeans. You want so badly to get on your knees, and take his cock in your mouth. Eddie's eyes follow your stare, and he looks down to find what you're practically drooling over. He blushes harshly at the obvious sign of his excitement, you've already had such a strong affect on him.

"I'll be right back then." He says, leaving the room. You're snapped out of your trance once his erection is out of your view, left alone in Eddie's bedroom for a moment. You casually look around, taking in more details of the space. You peruse the contents of the night table, sunglasses, condoms, an ashtray, a couple Heavy Metal magazines. Nothing too exciting. Your eyes wander along the walls instead, admiring the banner for Eddie's band, Corroded Coffin. You imagine he made it himself, perhaps with his other band mates. And then you happen upon something you didn't notice at all until now. A pair of handcuffs hanging on the wall. You wonder where he got them...and if he's ever used them on anybody. "Here ya go." Eddie says as he hands off a bottle of beer to you.

"You ever use those before, Eds?" You ask casually, gesturing at the cuffs before taking a swig of your beer. It's nice and cold from the fridge, cooling down your boiling insides a little.

"Oh, um...no. They're more of a gag than anything." He explains nervously, hoping you aren't put off by them, or thinking he's some kind of deviant.

"Really? That's too bad." You say cheekily.

"Have you ever used handcuffs before?" Eddie asks, his interest piqued.

"A couple of times." You answer honestly.

"Were they used on you, or someone else?" He continues, needing to know everything he can about your prior experience.

"Let's just say I really like having my hands tied." You reply seductively, your hand finding his thigh once again. You give him a hungry look, smirking at his eyes going wide. "What? Too kinky for you?" You tease, taking another gulp of your drink.

"No, not at all. I'm just surprised." Eddie says nervously, downing his own beer to calm himself down. It appears you're much more experienced than him, and he's afraid to let you down. It's not like he's a virgin or anything, he's had sex plenty of times before. But he worries that maybe he won't be as exciting as you'd like him to be.

"Would you like to try it with me, Eddie?" You offer, noticing his unease. He's probably doubting himself now, wondering if he's good enough. The last thing you want is for him to lack confidence.

"Yeah. I'll have to find the keys for them, though." He smiles, relaxing a little at your offer.

"That's alright. We won't need them for a while anyway." You scoot a little closer to him on the bed, your leg resting against his. "I love this room, by the way. It's really cozy." You say kindly, putting the dirty thoughts away for a little while. As much as you want to jump Eddie's bones, it wouldn't hurt to have some nice moments with him that don't revolve around sex.

"Thanks. I'm glad you think so." Eddie replies, looking down at the floor as he speaks.

"You don't?"

"I dunno." He shrugs. "I guess it feels lonely to me more than anything else." He says sadly.

"Oh. I didn't think about it that way." You can't feeling bad for Eddie, you always seem to forget that he's far from a popular person. You don't really understand why, though. He's kind, and funny, and intelligent. What's not to like?

"Sorry, I'm not meaning to kill the mood." He scoffs at himself for being such a downer, finishing his drink. He reaches over to put the empty bottle on the night table, settling back into his spot afterwards.

"It's fine. You're just being honest. And I like that about you." You polish off your beer as well, and crawl over the bed to lie down. "C'mere, handsome." You beckon him to follow your lead, but he stands up instead. You're confused, until you see him going to the stereo on his dresser.

"Just a sec, I wanna put something on." He says, pushing the rewind button to reset the tape he has in mind. It takes a few seconds, but then you hear "Freewheel Burning" kick on through the speakers. He turns down the volume a little, enough so you can hear the song while being able to maintain conversation. He comes back to the bed, smiling excitedly. Eddie lays down beside you, the two of you gazing into each other's eyes again.

"How many times have you listened to this tape anyway?" You ask, bringing your hand up to playfully stroke his chest.

"Shit, I dunno. Like...thirty?" He says with a laugh, realizing how desperate that might sound after the words have already passed his lips.

"Damn, that's some serious dedication." You chuckle.

"Well, I can't really help it that every time I play it, I'm reminded of the beautiful girl who gave it to me." He says sweetly, brushing some loose hairs behind your ear. He cups your cheek afterwards, and presses his lips to yours. You instantly melt into the kiss, letting Eddie take the lead. He rolls you both over to kneel above you, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Your hands find the hem of his shirt, gently tugging it upwards for him to take it off. Eddie pulls away, sitting up to remove it. He whips the shirt over his head, exposing his scrawny, yet slightly toned, chest. A black widow spider is tattooed on the upper left side, and it looks relatively new.

"Nice tat, baby. It's very sexy." You reach up to touch it when he lowers himself over you again. His breath hitches at your fingertips on his bare skin. You trace the outline of the spider's legs and body, admiring the mostly-steady line work.

"Thanks. Got it a couple months ago." Eddie grins, watching you take in every little detail of his ink. "Do you have any tattoos, sweetheart?" He asks.

"No. I've always wanted one, though." You reply, meeting his eyes again.

"What kind would you get?" He questions, lowering his head to kiss your neck.

"Fuck." You whimper, your nails digging into his chest. He groans at the sting, still waiting for your answer. "I'm not sure. Maybe a music note, or a flower or something." You say breathily, enjoying the feeling of Eddie's teeth nibbling your skin.

"Ugh, those are so cheesy, Y/N." He moans in disappointment. "You can do better than that." He encourages you to dig deeper, to think of something you'd truly want to have on your body forever.

You mull it over for a moment, laughing lightly when you come up with the perfect thing. "Alright, I'd get a little vinyl record, then. A tribute to my love of music." You say, extremely proud of yourself. He looks up at you with an approving smile.

"That's more like it." He chuckles, giving you a small kiss on the lips. "How far do you wanna go tonight, baby?" He asks, though judging from the size of the bag you brought, you plan to spend the entire night with him.

"As far as you're willing to take me, Eddie." You reply softly, taking off your own t-shirt now. You toss it away to the floor, revealing your baby blue bra. You gently push on Eddie's chest, ushering him to roll over onto his back. He does it without even thinking, his hands finding your bare waist once you're on top. You reach around your back to unclasp your bra, and Eddie's pupils dilate as he takes in the sight of your beautiful tits.

"Damn." He murmurs. You grab hold of his hands, slowly dragging them up your sides and towards your breasts. He watches on wordlessly, the both of you devouring the warm sensation of skin against skin. His fingers feel the outlines of your ribs, your supple flesh, until they finally reach their most-desired destination. His palms close around the rounds of your chest, thumbs brushing over your stiffened nipples.

"Eddie." You moan aloud, your eyes glued to his as he gropes you. You're getting very wet again, anxious to move things further. You roll your hips, pressing yourself down into Eddie's clothed cock harder than before. You can feel how hard he is, his jeans practically bursting at the seams.

"Fuck, sweetheart." Eddie groans at the friction. He can't wait to see how wet you are, to taste your sweetness on his lips, to put his throbbing dick inside you. His mind swirls drunkenly with the possibilities, each one more tantalizing than the last. You lower your torso, bringing yourself closer to him. You take a turn to give him some hickies of his own, quickly latching onto his throat. "Shit." He hisses at the pleasurable sting of your teeth.

"What should we do next, Eds?" You ask lowly in his ear, nibbling on the lobe afterwards.

"I'm not sure, there's so many things to choose from. What do you want?" Eddie turns the question back onto you, far too focused on how your tits feel in his hands to make a choice himself.

You put your head above his again, gazing deep into his doeish brown eyes. "I want..." You pause, lowering your hand between your bodies to palm Eddie's cock through his pants. "...to take you in my mouth, if that's alright with you." He moans breathily at your touch, and nods. "Perfect." You grin, pressing a brief kiss to his lips. You travel downwards, your mouth meeting his neck, and then his chest. Eddie breathes heavily, following you with his eyes. You leave wet kisses on his tattoo, his nipples, down the small trail of hair on his stomach that leads to his cock. You grab hold of his belt to undo it, slipping the leather through the buckle. You unzip his jeans, yanking them and his boxers down his legs. He helps you out, kicking them off once they reach his ankles. His dick smacks his stomach, rock solid and aching for you. You kneel over his body, taking his length in your hand.

"Y/N." He moans, his eyes falling closed. You stroke him nice and slow, watching a bead of precum gradually forming on his tip. You poke your tongue out to lick it off, swirling around his head. "Jesus christ." He mutters, forcing his eyes open to look at you. He locks onto your stare, just as you lower your head to take all of him at once. "Holy shit..." He gasps at your warm, wet mouth encapsulating him. You gag slightly when he hits the back of your throat, causing his hands to tightly clutch the bedding underneath him.

"You like that?" You ask lowly, pulling off of his cock for a moment.

"Fuck, don't stop." Eddie whines, making your pussy throb. "Please, keep going, Y/N." He politely begs, needing more of you.

"Sure thing, baby." You smirk, taking him in your mouth once again. You bob your head up and down, swirling your tongue around his length as you move.

"Feels so good, sweetheart." He praises, resting a hand behind his head to get a better view. You're quite a sight to see. Your hair falling loosely around the sides of your face, your hands gripping his thighs for balance, your plush lips opened wide as can be to take his dick past them again and again. "Shit, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth." He says boldly between needy moans.

"Mmm." You hum gently around him, thoroughly enjoying the lovely noises flowing from him like a steady river. You increase your speed just a little, adding more suction to really drive Eddie wild.

"Oh my god." He gasps, unable to believe the level of skill you possess. Your mouth feels absolutely incredible, and it's not going to take long to make him lose control. You feel his hand come down to rest on the back of your head, adding the slightest amount of pressure to keep you deep on his cock. "This alright, baby?" He asks, hoping you'll allow him some semblance of control here. You're melting his goddamn mind right now, and it's taking everything in him not to thrust upwards and fuck your face until his cum spills down your throat.

"Mmhmm." You hum casually, his fingers tightening around your hair at the vibrations. He doesn't push you down too hard, just enough to maintain that wet warmth he craves. You don't mind at all, you've had your fair share of face-fuckings over the years. They can be fun, if done correctly.

You use every trick you can think of, using Eddie's utterances of your name and various swears to guide you on the path to setting off his climax. He's not exactly a tough one to crack, given his undeniable gratitude to you for doing anything with him in the first place. But it's a thrilling chase all the same, as it always has been for you.

"I'm gettin' close, sweetheart. Fuck, you're too good at this..." Eddie warns, gripping your hair and the bed below him with all his might. His stomach is preparing to tense, his balls growing tighter by the second. You take this as your cue to go even faster, bobbing your head quick as you can, your tongue twisting on his shaft with frenzied intensity. "God, Y/N...You're gonna kill me doin' that." He whimpers, his entire being threatening to burst from the immense pleasure you're providing him. He's never felt anything like this before, and it's this thought sprinting across his mind that shoves him over the edge. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." He grunts, trying and failing to hold back an obscenely loud moan from escaping him afterwards. His muscles clench, and you can taste his release spilling stickily on your tongue.

You swallow every last drop as it's supplied to you, still sucking harshly on his dick until he's empty. Eddie's eyes fall closed once his high runs its course, his breaths coming out thick and shallow. You pull away from his softening length, sitting back on your knees. "Did you like that, Eds?" You question as you gaze over his spent form. He's slicked over in a thin sheen of sweat, eyes closed peacefully while he catches his breath.

"Yeah, that was amazing." He huffs out the words, sensing your weight shifting on the bed to lie next to him again. He opens his eyes, turning his head to look at you. He finds you smiling giddily, appearing very proud of yourself for giving him such intense pleasure. "You must really like going down on guys if it makes you smile like that." He chuckles, intrigued by you.

"Maybe I just like making people feel good, Eddie." You reply simply.

"How many have there been?" He asks, realizing afterwards that it's a bit of a rude question.

"I don't exactly know. But I've had my fair share of guys...and girls." You answer, his eyes widening.

"Girls?" He asks, even more interested now. It shouldn't exactly be so shocking to him, he's been with a guy here and there himself. A lot of high school athletes are major closet cases. He supposes he just didn't take you for the bisexual type.

"Yeah, a few. Is that a big deal to you?" You turn the questions around on him, curious what his own history is like.

"No, of course not. I've been with a few guys myself. I was just surprised by you, again." He laughs, rolling his eyes at himself.

"Oh, really? Looks like we both get around pretty well then, don't we?" You tease, unable to hold in your own laughter.

"I guess so. Although, most of my hookups are meant to be a secret. No girl, or guy, seems to want to be seen with me." He chuckles dryly, his expression falling slightly.

"Well, I'd gladly be seen with you, Eddie. You're a great guy, and all those people are idiots." You say sweetly, taking his hand in yours.

"Thanks, Y/N. That's really kind of you to say." He brightens up again, your words healing his heart a little.

"Any time, baby." You smile, pressing a small kiss to his lips. He gladly accepts it, the taste of you pulling him further out of his self-inflicted funk.

"Do you want a turn now, Y/N?" Eddie asks, his free hand playing around with the waistband of your shorts.

"I'd like that." You nod, watching his fingers easily press the metal button through its stitched hole. He glides your zipper down its track, carefully slipping his hand inside to brush over your panties. He feels a wet spot in the fabric, gasping quietly at how soaked you are for him already. He deliberately brings his fingers onto your clothed clit, rubbing it in light circles. "Eddie." You moan, keeping your eyes on his hand stuck inside your shorts.

"So wet for me already, sweetheart?" Eddie asks lowly into your ear, watching your reaction to his touch.

"Yes." You reply breathlessly. His hand leaves your sensitive bud for a moment, moving up to the top of your panties. He ventures beneath the fabric, fully feeling your slick folds. "Fuck." You whimper, your hips bucking once at him touching your throbbing entrance.

"What do you want, baby? I'll give you anything you ask for." He offers seductively, spreading your arousal all around while drinking in your sexy noises.

"I want you to go down on me, Eddie. Please." You whine, desperate to feel his mouth on your pussy.

"Mmm, I like it when you beg." He chuckles darkly, pressing a wet kiss to your throat. He slips two fingers inside your cunt, making you gasp. He lays you down on your back, knees tented with him crouching above you. His mouth travels downwards, his digits gently curling to hit your g-spot. He's going very slow, warming you up before he eats you out. Clearly he's done this before, and knows his way around. Shy, my ass, you think to yourself as his lips leave open-mouthed kisses on your chest. He makes a little detour to take one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the pebbled flesh before biting down roughly.

"Fuck, Eds..." You moan, your hands slipping into his thick curls. He moves on to your other breast, nipping every inch of it before going after the stiff center. He doesn't stay in one place for long, venturing further down your body to make a trail along the middle of your stomach. Your hands stay weaved inside his hair the whole way, tugging lightly with every teasing pump of his fingers inside your pussy. He eventually reaches your jeans, regrettably having to stop touching you so he can remove them. You whine at the loss, but you know the pleasure will continue shortly.

Eddie grabs hold of the top of your shorts, pulling them down your legs to discard them. He takes off your panties the same way, spreading your legs open wide so he can see every last bit of you. Your pussy glistens with sweet juices in the dim light of his room, and he can't resist licking his lips at the sight. "You're beautiful, sweetheart." He praises, his arms snaking around your legs. He leans down to kiss the innermost part of your thigh, drawing more helpless sounds from your lips. You anxiously await him touching you where you need him most, watching his every move with pleading eyes. He meets the other side, still neglecting your very center.

"Eddie, please stop teasing." You beg in frustration, bucking your hips up to gain his attention. You need him now. You can't wait any longer.

"You're so needy, Y/N." He teases with a grin, bringing his tongue forward to lick a long stripe from your entrance to your clit.

"Fuck!" You cry out in surprise, your back arching off the bed. Eddie presses you back down with his hand, keeping a firm hold on your stomach so you'll stay still. He slowly flicks his tongue up and down on your clit, making you wetter by the second. He swirls around, dips in and out of the area in varying patterns. He's keeping you guessing, building you up at an agonizing pace. "Shit, you feel so good." You exhale, refusing to let go of his head for fear of him stopping for a single second. You can feel your pleasure growing, balling up inside the very center of you.

"You taste so sweet, baby. And you're fuckin' soaked for me." He says in admiration. He can't get enough of your decadent, musky flavor on his tongue. He's already getting hard again, and he cannot wait to feel you cum on his face, and around his cock when the time is right. He darts his tongue in and out of your soaked hole. Warm trickles of arousal and many, many moans spill from you as he does so. His impeccable technique drives you closer and closer to the edge.

"Just like that, Eds...keep going..." You struggle to piece the words together. Every lick and nip and suck of his mouth working against you steals your train of thought, just when you manage to set it back on the tracks again. You can sense your high building, your insides tensing and squeezing as the need to release the pent up tension grows more dire by the second. Just when you think this can't possibly feel any more amazing, Eddie replaces his tongue with two thick fingers. They worm their way deep inside your dripping pussy, the metal rings they're dressed in shocking your body with their coldness. He fingers you fast and hard, wet sounds mingling with your moans. "Fuck, baby. Don't stop!" You plead, thighs quivering as your end draws near.

"You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, lazily dragging the very tip of his tongue around your clit while his hand works overtime.

"Yes, please make me cum." You whimper, gripping his head even harder. It's a wonderfully odd combination, the battling movements of his quick fingers and slow licking. It's driving you positively insane. Any second now, you're going to lose it altogether. "I'm so close, Eddie. Fuck, right there." You persist, relentlessly calling out to him to help you reach your bliss as if your life depends on it. It's like you're caught in the middle of a fever dream. Sweat gathers on every last inch of your flesh, pooling in all the nooks and crevices, and dripping from the back of your knees.

"Cum for me, Y/N." He politely commands, sucking your clit harshly between his lips to seal your fate.

"Eddie! Oh, fuck!" You cry out as the buildup finally pays off, the pressure releasing itself throughout your entire body. Your thighs quake, threatening to clamp around Eddie's head. Your cunt pulses, simultaneously trapping his fingers and releasing a mess of juices onto his face. Eddie slurps against your folds, trying his best to savor every last drop of you. He moans at the taste, his cock twitching as the liquid flows down his throat and into his stomach. Your body relaxes once your orgasm fades away, hands releasing Eddie's hair from your grasp. He sits up to look at you, finding you looking absolutely blissed out. You're glistening in perspiration, eyes fallen closed and chest rising and falling with effort.

"Gorgeous." He observes simply, mostly to himself. He crawls over to lie down beside you once more, reaching over for his pack of Camels on the night table. "Want a smoke?" He offers, your eyes fluttering open to look at him.

"Yes, please." You smile, watching as he takes two cigarettes from the pack and places them between his lips. He lights them both, handing one off to you. He takes the ashtray from the table, setting it between you on the bed. You take a long, deep drag, humming blissfully at the smoke filling your lungs.

"Did you enjoy that, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, blowing a large cloud of smoke from his lips as he speaks.

"Yes, very much. Who taught you to eat pussy like that?" You question curiously.

"No one. Practice makes perfect, Y/N." Eddie replies with a chuckle. He's very glad that you enjoyed yourself, it was certainly fun for him to hear you crying out his name.

"More than perfect, Eds." You add, bringing yourself closer to snuggle up to him. He puts his arm around you, and you lay your head against him.

"You oughtta be careful with all the compliments. I might just get an ego." He says jokingly.

"I don't care." You turn your head to kiss his body, continuing to praise him. "You've earned one after that." You kiss his neck this time, nipping his skin a little. You can't help yourself, Eddie's made you feel so good. You want him to keep doing it, and to do the same for him.

"You just can't get enough of me, can you?" He asks teasingly, egging you on.

"No, I really can't." You reply, biting down harder on his throat.

"Fuck, sweetheart." He moans, taking another drag of his smoke to keep himself relaxed while you make a meal out of him.

"Sorry." You pull away after sucking another dark hickey on Eddie's skin, resuming your smoking. You recognize that you're going a little too fast again, forcing yourself to slow down.

"It's alright. I like it when you do that." He reassures you, gently stroking your arm.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. You make me feel—" Eddie cuts himself off, wondering if he'll sound too corny.

"What?" You press him to finish his sentence. You have to know how your words and actions affect him.

"You make me feel wanted." He says, giving you a meaningful look. "Like I said, most people treat me like a secret, or something forbidden. They'll fuck me all they like behind closed doors, but they won't give me the time of day when there's others around. But you make me feel like I deserve more." He adds, his words full of passion and conviction. Eddie's never been one to mince words, he says what he means every time he opens his mouth. "Shit, I sound totally lame right now." He sighs before taking another drag, worried he's ruined the mood again.

"It's not lame at all, Eddie. You do deserve better. You deserve to be with someone who likes you for you, someone who won't hide you away." You speak gently, cupping his cheek in your hand. You wait for him to exhale his smoke, bringing your lips to his to give him a tender kiss once it flows out of his nostrils. He melts into you, humming lightly into the kiss. You both stub out your smokes, finding each other's mouths far more interesting. Eddie bites your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open to slip his tongue inside.

"You won't hide me away too, will you?" Eddie asks between hungry kisses, needing to know this won't be another secret fling. He can't put himself through that again, no matter how much he likes you.

"No, Eds. I won't. I promise." You answer, hoping your honesty rings true for him. You're unsure how many others there have been that made the same promise and broken it, along with Eddie's heart.

"Okay. Lemme find those keys real quick." He says, satisfied with your words. He gets off the bed, searching around his room to find the keys to the handcuffs. You've given him what he's wanted for so long, the least he can do is appease your every desire. He checks his dresser first, the top of it as well as the unorganized drawers. Nothing. He looks in a few random boxes of junk he keeps stashed around, typically for weed. Nothing here, either. He's growing a bit desperate now, checking the final place he thinks those damned tin keys could be. The night table drawer. He slides it open, shuffling the boxes of matches and random papers around inside. He hears metal tinkling somewhere in there, and he can't imagine it's anything other than the thing he's in search of. He finds them nestled under a crumpled receipt, bringing them out into the light with a satisfied look on his face. "Gotcha." He gets off the floor and retrieves the cuffs from the wall. He brings them over to the bed. "How do you wanna do this?" He asks, unsure how to proceed.

"Well, that depends. What position do you want me in?" You say with total self-assurance. Eddie doesn't say anything else, a rather awkward expression taking over his features. "It's okay, I'll give you some options. I can ride you, you can take me from behind, or we can do it the normal way."

"What would you prefer, Y/N?" He can't help asking for your input. You're the one getting handcuffed, after all. You ought to have some say on the subject.

"I'd really like to ride you, Eddie." You reply, giving him a seductive look. "Here, get behind me to put the cuffs on." You instruct, scooting forward and sitting on your knees to give him some room. He does as you ask, putting himself behind you. You place your hands behind your back, allowing Eddie to put the cuffs on. "Now make sure they're tight, but not too tight." He clicks each cuff in place on your wrists, careful of your reaction to see if he's done this correctly. "Very good. Now, sit up against the headboard and keep your legs together."

"Okay." Eddie says, scooting backwards to get into your desired position. He lays his legs straight forward, keeping them as close together as he can. You sit up on your knees to make room, and carefully inch yourself backwards until you can sit back down in his lap. His cock rests against your ass, warm and stiff, ready to get things moving.

"Wanna help me out a little, baby?" You ask, turning your head back to look at him.

"Sure." He replies, getting more excited by the second. He reaches a hand around your front, slipping between your legs to rub your slit.

"Fuck, Eddie. I want you so bad." You moan, eager to have him fill you up with his thick cock.

"I want you too, Y/N." He says softly, bringing your back to rest on his chest and lowering his head to kiss your neck. He continues to tease you, getting you ready for him. His free hand reaches over to the night table, pulling out a condom from the small box he'd left out. He rips the wrapper open with his teeth, wasting no time in rolling the latex over his length. "Get up for a sec, baby." He says, pulling his fingers away from your pussy. You get up on your knees again, letting him lead. He takes hold of himself, while also guiding you towards his tip. You feel him slip through your folds once, twice, three times. He can't resist teasing you a little more before getting down to business.

"Oh, fuck." You let out little moans for him at the contact, dying to take him inside you.

"Ready, sweetheart?" He asks lowly in your ear.

"Yes." You almost whisper. He keeps his dick steady, and gently presses on your shoulder to guide you downwards. "Eddie, f-uck..." You whine as you feel him slowly stretch you out. He's so big, filling every part of you so completely.

"That's it, baby. Fuck, you're tight." Eddie pants, leading you nice and steady until you're fully seated on him. Your walls contract involuntarily once he's all the way in, squeezing his length. "Shit." He hisses. You both sit still for a moment, allowing you to get comfortable with his size. His hands caress your sides, fingers brushing over your thighs, hips, and stomach. His warmth makes you feel safe, secure. "Doin' alright, Y/N?" He asks, wondering if you're okay to start moving yet.

"Yeah." You breathe, taking the hint to slowly lift yourself up, before sinking back down again.

"Fuck." You both moan at the same time, savoring the friction formed between your interlocked parts.

"You're so big, Eds." You breathe, picking a careful pace to start bouncing on him. His tip slides across your g-spot on its way to kiss your cervix every time you land on him, ripping borderline pornographic noises from your lungs in the process.

"Thanks, sweetheart." He chuckles at your compliment, his hands resting on your hips as you move on him. He's never had anyone ride him like this before, but he really likes it. He has such a pretty view in this position. From the recoil of your ass and thighs as you bounce, to your soaked pussy lubing him up every time he disappears inside you. Fuck, it's gonna be a challenge not to cum too early with this perfect display before his eyes. "You're taking me so well, baby. Such a good little slut, aren't you?" He says darkly, taking you by surprise at his choice of words. You pause for a moment, turning to look back at him with a questioning gaze. "Oh, shit. Was that too much?" Eddie asks, kicking himself for pulling out that word without checking with you first.

"No." You grin, letting him relax. "I really like it." You burn.

"Oh, okay. Good." He chuckles awkwardly. You face forward again, resuming your riding at a slightly faster pace now. He groans, squeezing your hips a little tighter.

"Say it again." You beg, your walls flexing at the sound Eddie's just made. He's so fucking hot when he does that, like he's not afraid to let you know how good you're making him feel. You speed up a bit more, ramping up your excitement.

"That's it, ride my cock like a good little slut. Do I feel good inside this tight pussy of yours?" He speaks lowly, the same mischievous tone he had when he went down on you.

"Yes! I'm so wet for you, Eddie." You whimper, eating up every last filthy word he says. Eddie reaches down to grip the small linked chain between the handcuffs, yanking on the metal to keep you close, making you work harder to ride him. "Fuck." You hiss at the bite of the cuffs digging into your flesh. But it only adds to the overall pleasure you're experiencing, and you love how forceful Eddie's choosing to be with you.

"Keep goin', baby. Gotta work for it if you wanna cum." Eddie taunts. You do as he commands, keeping up your rapid pace despite the added resistance. Your thighs are getting the workout of a lifetime, your muscles beginning to burn. "God, you're tryin' so hard for me. Such a good girl." He growls in your ear, making you moan even louder. You're getting very close now, quicker than you expected to. But the way Eddie's cock reaches every magic spot inside you, the way his words amplify every ounce of sensation, it's enough to make you catch fire from the inside out.

"I'm getting close, Eds." You warn, continuing to move yourself up and down on his length. He pulls even harder on the cuffs in response, making it more difficult to fully extend your thighs. "Fuck." You mutter, persisting in your pursuit of ecstasy.

"So soon, Y/N? I thought we were just gettin' started." He teases, thrusting his hips up once to meet your landing on him. You cry out at the sensation, his cock somehow hitting even deeper inside you than it was through your own efforts. "You like that? Should I do it again?"

"Yes! Fuck, it feels so good! You're gonna make me cum, baby." You whimper, and he gladly obliges. His lap ruts upwards to meet you in the middle over and over, making you cry out louder every time. You're right on the edge now, the two of you pounding yourselves into a pulp to earn your orgasms.

"Good girl. Ride that dick like you own it, sweetheart." Eddie pants as he continues to thrust himself into you. He can feel your walls fluttering around him, though he's not quite there yet. But that's more than fine by him. He'll make you scream his name, and then keep on going until he's moaning yours.

"Oh, god...fuck. I'm gonna cum—" You whine mindlessly as your bliss finally takes over. "—EDDIE!" You scream his name, trying your best to keep moving as your walls pulsate and thighs tremble. White hot heat roars from your core to your extremities, blinding you with the flames.

"There ya go, baby. Ride it out, I'm not done with you yet." Eddie coos, keeping up his thrusts to help you work through your high. He's getting rather close himself, especially with your insides squeezing him so goddamn tight. But he knows you've got one more in you, and he damn well intends to make sure you have it. He lifts your body up to put you on your knees as the aftershocks roll over you, positioning himself behind you while still gripping the chain behind your back. "Is this okay?" He asks, his dick stilled inside you while he waits for permission.

"God, yes. Just keep going. I wanna make you cum." You beg, allowing him to use you to get himself off.

"You got it, baby." His free arm goes around your stomach, giving him more leverage before he starts thrusting. He slowly pulls out of your sensitive hole, before shoving back in with all his strength. His hips make a loud smacking sound against your ass, and your lungs painfully release a loud cry of pleasure. He pulls back again, snapping his hips to set a punishing pace.

"Fuck!" You gasp, wishing you had something to hang on to. Eddie's doing a great job holding you in place so you don't fall over, but you still feel completely out of control in this situation. He thrusts into you mercilessly, rapidly building you up for another orgasm. He grunts and pants behind you, sounding like a wild animal. His hot breath comes out forcefully enough to brush against your back as he fucks you. Your wrists are getting sore from him gripping the links so hard, but you know you're both almost finished.

"You like the way I pound this pussy, baby?" Eddie grunts, a bead of sweat rolling down his face as he slams himself into your cunt again and again.

"Yes! Don't stop!" You exclaim, tears gathering in your eyes. You're completely overwhelmed with sensation. The sting of the cuffs, the smacking of skin against skin, his cock filling you up just right. It's all so fucking perfect.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm almost there." He pants, his stomach tightening as his high approaches. He can feel your walls fluttering around him again, letting him know you're right there with him. "You gonna cum with me, Y/N? Like a good little slut?" He asks, moaning through his words.

"Yes...fuck me harder, Eddie." You plead, unable to stop moaning, so loud that you're worried the whole trailer park can hear you.

"Anything for you, baby." He chuckles at your neediness, you really are something else. He really puts his back into it, ramming himself as deep and hard into your pussy as he possibly can. He struggles to keep a grip on the cuffs, and his balance holding you both up on your knees. But he carries on regardless, needing to reach the finish line if it's the last thing he does. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum—" He's groans loudly as his high takes hold, his hips bucking into you wildly as he fills the condom.

"Eddie!" You cry out, falling over the edge alongside him. This time is even stronger than the last, more tears rolling down your cheeks from overstimulation. Your insides clamp down on him, and a spurt of your juices spills out onto your thighs as well as his. Eddie keeps thrusting, the two of you moaning and cursing until your orgasms fade away.

"Jesus christ." He slowly comes to a stop, and pulls out of you. He gently guides you to lie down on the bed, noting how much your body is still trembling. "Are you alright, baby?" He asks softly, leaning over to find your exhausted face. Your eyes are closed, as they have been for a good while, squeezed shut from the overpowering ecstasy you were experiencing.

"Yeah, I'm good. Just...wow." You reply somewhat lazily, opening your eyes to return to your body.

"Do you need anything, Y/N?" He asks, growing concerned. He's worried he fucked you too hard, even though you did indeed ask for it.

"Water would be great." You answer, attempting to roll over onto your back. You realize your hands are still bound behind you, however, so you stop. "You mind letting me out of these, Eds?" You request, lifting your wrists upwards. You hiss in pain, knowing you're gonna find bruises once he takes them off.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry." Eddie goes for the keys, quickly shoving one in the holes of the cuffs to let you out. He sees the dark purple marks left behind on your skin, tutting at the pain you must be feeling. "Did I hurt you, sweetheart? I'm sorry." He says apologetically, helping you sit upright.

"It's alright, Eds. I don't mind a bit of pain." You say casually, playing it off. It's not his fault, you didn't tell him to stop. If it wasn't fun for you, you wouldn't have let him keep doing it.

"Are you sure, Y/N? Those bruises are pretty dark. And they'll only be worse tomorrow." He speaks sadly, guilt lacing his voice. He sits beside you for a moment, cradling your wrists in each of his hands.

"Eddie, it's okay. I promise." You insist, turning his chin with your finger to get him to look at you. "You didn't do anything wrong, baby. There's nothing to feel bad about." You do your best to reassure him. "Okay?"

"Okay." He nods, carefully putting your hands in your lap before standing up. "I'll get you that water." He gives you a small smile, leaving the room to get your drink. You patiently wait for him, hearing various noises coming from the kitchen. A cupboard opening and closing, the faucet turning on and off. But he doesn't come back after that. Instead, you hear the freezer door open, and the unmistakable sound of ice cubes being cracked out of the tray and poured into zip lock bags. His footsteps gradually return to you, the glass of water and bags of ice in hand.

"You're too sweet, Eddie." You giggle at his thoughtfulness, his desire to take care of you.

"Here. Have the water first, then we can ice your hands." He says, giving you the glass. You take hold of it, ignoring the soreness of the tissue connecting your hand to your arm. You down the glass quickly, giving it back with a shaky grip. "Lay down, sweetheart." He kindly instructs, and you do as he asks. He gets in bed with you, giving you some space so your hands can rest at your sides. He gently lays the bags of ice down onto them, shocking your senses. But after the initial pang of cold, you start to feel relief radiating through your sore flesh. "Better?" Eddie asks after you let out a quiet sigh.

"Yes. Thank you, Eddie." You reply sweetly, leaning over to give him a quick peck.

"It's the least I can do." He gently strokes your arm with the back of his hand, gazing at you in the aftermath of what you've done together tonight. "Did you have fun? You know, besides the bruises?"

"I had a great time, Eddie. What about you?" You ask, laying your head on his shoulder.

"Are you kidding? You were amazing, Y/N." Eddie replies, still completely awestruck.

"Thank you, baby. The feeling is mutual." You say blissfully.

...after my wrists had been iced for a while, Eddie and I cuddled up together under the blanket. We exchanged a few more kisses, resisting the undeniable urge to grope each other beneath the covers. I fell asleep with his arms around me, keeping me close to his chest. I haven't slept that well in a very long time. But being in this humble room, and sharingthis warm bed with Eddie was exactly what I've been needing. I'd better go for now, he's just brought in breakfast, wearing nothing but some black boxer briefs. I can feel a round two coming on.

June 25th, 1984

Dear diary,

Eddie and I have decided to make our little night of fun into a regular thing. It's just casual, and not exclusive. I don'texactly have time for a full-on relationship right now, and Eddie's uncle is really on his ass to buckle down and pass senior year once fall rolls around. We'll hang out when we have time, take-out dinners, smoke sessions in his van, as well as all the dirty things we enjoy doing together. But there's no expectations, we'll just enjoy each other's company until the summer is over.

It does kind of suck that this arrangement comes with a built-in expiration date. But it's really for the best. I won't hide him away, just like I promised. I'm sure we'll go on plenty of 'dates', and kiss or hold hands in public. I'm definitely looking forward to every opportunity I'll get to see Eddie. He's a really great guy. If he didn't have to repeat senior year, and Iwasn't so damn busy with the store, I'd be fully prepared to commit to a real relationship with him. But life isn'texactly working in our favor, it never seems to in regards to my love life. All we can do is make themost of it, and hope neither of us get in too deep in the process.

《This is the end of entries regarding Eddie Munson. This document has been recorded and retained by The Federal Bureau of Investigation of the United States of America, for the purpose of corroborating the timeline of events in The Downfall of Hawkins, Indiana. The owner of said diary is unknown. Although, given the condition said evidence was found in, the author is presumed to be deceased.》

#smut #stranger things #writers on tumblr #fanfiction #hawkins #eddie munson

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darth-maya · 2 months

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Hi do you take song recommendations? I might have a few.. dozen. I hope you do because I'll give them anyways.

Now you seem to be a pretty avid listener of extreme metal especially deathcore so you will probably know some of these. I tried to look through your tags so as not to recommend anything you’ve had as a song of the day but all of these likely aren’t new to you. I’ll have the bands in a random order but will try to have the songs in order of how I would rank them with the first being the best in my opinion in case you don’t want to listen to hours upon hours of recommendations from a dumbass with no knowledge on like music theory and.. stuff. I’ll hear a caveman banging sticks together and making gurgling noises and think damn that shit straight fire. So no blaming me if you spend a considerable amount of time listening to these and think “I’ve seen a truck carrying musical equipment get in a crash and it sounded better than this”, allright? Bands in blue text, songs in purple text and albums in orange, just to make this slightly less confusing.

Mental Cruelty

They pretty recently dropped a song “Hivemind” with Ov Sulfur which is a band you have featured in your song of the day (it’s a great song).

Their 2 newest albums “Zwielicht” and “A Hill to Die Upon” are great

My favorites of off Zwielicht are:

Obsessis a Daemonio

Symphony of a Dying star

Forgotten Kings

And of off A Hill to Die Upon:

Abadon

Ultima Hypocrita

King Ov Fire

Worm Shepherd

Another band you’ve featured in your songs of the day, but I don’t think you’ve featured anything off the newest album The Sleeping Sun. This is a must listen. There is not a single bad song on the album and I’ve been playing this non stop lately. Recommending this on the small chance you haven’t listened to it yet.

Lorna Shore

My all time favorite band, my all time favorite singer and my all time favorite drummer. And you’ve likely heard everything in the Will Ramos era but I feel like a lot of people haven’t heard their older stuff and It’s equally as amazing.

Will Ramos has actually covered a lot of the older songs but they are behind a paywall (monthly subscription). Although paying once gets you access to download the files. (they’re worth it)

Favorites of off Immortal (hard to choose because they are all so damn good):

This Is Hell

Death Portrait

Obsession (imo Will Ramos’ version is considerably better)

Flesh Coffin:

FVNERAL MOON

The Astral Wake of Time

Shadow of Intent

Their singer is one of the greatest in the deathcore scene.

Favorites:

The Heretic Prevails (the breakdown is insane)

The Migrant

Intensified Genocide (really catchy ending)

Vulvodynia

Favorites:

Mob Justice

Nyaope (Not about catgirls even though a Nya was promised, I know I was disappointed too)

Flesh Tailor

Signs of the swarm

Again you’ve featured Amongst The Low & Empty and it's definitely their best album imo but another one that seems to be a little less known is Vital Deprivation. Some of their best songs are on that album for example:

Tempting Death

Malevolent Enslavement

Crown of Nails

Celestial Ascendance

Brand of Sacrifice

Eclipse (Amazing breakdown)

Darkbloom

Oceano

Weaponized (Another killer breakdown)

Oceano, Carnifex - Lie To My Face (2022) (The guitar riff in the middle of the song carries hard (at like 1:24))

Nephilim (Lovely screams)

This list is getting too long so I’ll bunch up the rest

Enterprise Earth - The Failsafe Fallacy

Assemble the Chariots - The Moon Collector

Spawn of Possession - Apparition (another one of my all time favorites)

Aversions Crown - The Breeding Process

Misery Index - New Salem (Hella catchy)

Bound in Fear - Hate Circuit

Horror of Pestilence - God Given / / Hell Risen (A less known band but some really great stuff)

Beguiler, Pillars of Autumn - Requiem of a Dying World (Another one that’s less known and equally great as the previous)

I hope some of these are new to you and worthy of being added to playlists. <3

First of all I absolutely take song recommendations Second of all HOLY SHIT THAT'S A LOT OF SONG RECOMMENDATIONS

Its gonna take me quite a while to get to all of these but I'm gonna save so many of these albums and give them a listen sometime, I do want to comment on a few that I have heard but just haven't made a song of the day post out of. (I'm also just gonna keep your coloring system to make this easy to follow for anyone else reading)

That song by Mental Cruelty featuring Ov Sulfur fucking rules, I did catch that release recently and immediately put it on my heavy playlist. I have not listened to any of their stuff outside of that song though so I will definitely give those albums a listen. Worm Shepherd is a more low-key favorite of mine and you are so right, their newest album rules. I have listened to it quite a bit but haven't posted any of the songs from it yet. My personal favorite on it is the opener The Frozen Lake, Pt.II My love for Lorna Shore is no secret, but you are correct in that I have mostly listened to the WIll Ramos era. I do have a few favorites from some of their old albums when the vocalist was Tom Barber (Accumulatory Genophage and Godmaker specifically), but the majority of my listening has been with Will Ramos. My only issue with getting into the album Immortal is the vocalist. He's insanely good, don't get me wrong, he just also happens to be a gigantic piece of shit with a very long list of accusations made against him, so I don't really care to listen to any music he has worked on. If they ever released a new version with Will doing the vocals I'd be all about it, but I don't really expect that. It actually surprises me that I haven't done a Shadow of Intent song of the day because they were one of the first deathcore bands I got into alongside Lorna shore (and Brand of Sacrifice but we'll get to them.) All of those songs you listed I absolutely love, especially The heretic Prevails, but my personal favorite of theirs is Saurian King.

I had never heard of Vulvodynia but after listening to the song Mob Justice I can see how you'd like them. Its heavy as shit and I'm definitely going to need to dive more into their catalogue.

Signs of the Swarm is a band I am intently paying attention to and wanting to listen to more of after listening to their newest album Amongst The Low & Empty. I may only go so far back into their catalogue though, just due to the fact that the vocalist Lorna Shore kicked out was with them before he went to Lorna Shore, and my sentiment remains the same on that front.

Brand of Sacrifice my beloved. This band is another one of my low-key favorites. Eclipse was the song I discovered them with and it goes so fucking hard. I hadn't heard Darkbloom but after one listen its going on the playlist too. Other favorites of theirs for me are Demon King and their new single Purge. Their vocalist Kyle Anderson is one of the best in the entire industry right now despite the fact that I rarely see people put his name in that conversation. Now the only other group on this list that I have heard of is Enterprise Earth, although I hadn't heard that song before just now and it is such a banger. I don't know if you have listened to it, but they released an album this month called Death: an Anthology and I can't recommend it enough. My personal favorites being I, Divine and Casket of Rust.

To sum this up a bit though, thank you so much for all of these recommendations! I was currently doing things on my pc when I saw this ask so it gave me the perfect time to just queue up these songs and give them a listen and I am absolutely loving every one of them!

Now for anyone who actually read through all of this (I love you) and want me to check out your favorite songs, PLEASE send it to me! there is nothing more I love than talking about music, and am on the constant look out for my next obsession.

#music for maya #deathcore #deathmetal #metal #music #music recs

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thatgermanandbalkangooseguy · 2 months

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Joy Division & New Order part 1. Ian Curtis, his illness, the fault of the UK NHS & the lost lyrics of "Ceremony"

This is purely an opinion piece: All of the names listed here are public knowledge, they have been listed in news, books, songs and movies. Does anybody else here feel like shit after listening to Ian's last two songs? (I don't understand how their audio engineer fumbled Ian's microphone THREE TIMES) Despite the songs being good or great even, it puts me off of listening to them, simply because of what Ian did a few weeks later, and how this SHOULD NOT have happened. I understand that he had something which wasn't curable, but he also had a dumbass of a doctor who gave him medicine which made both his seizures AND his mental state worse. If he had gotten a new doctor (although I feel he did not care any more) and had gotten the best/correct (at the time) medication he might've made at least a partial recovery and not resort to...what he ended up doing. The fact that we're not sure what Ian's lyrics are for "Ceremony" because the audio engineer screwed over his mic THREE TIMES in a row also angers me. He MUST'VE had them written down somewhere, and that "somewhere" is where even his wife or bandmates/friends did not know, as they had to use a graphic equalizer (this was around 1980-1981 so you can guess how horrible it was probably) to try and figure out bits and pieces of what the hell Ian was actually saying during the song.

There is absolutely no way that the lyrics to Ceremony were not written down, it makes NO SENSE. My worst theory is that the British/English/UK police found the written lyrics, among other things and confiscated it pending the investigation, which kind of makes sense. Once the album "Closer" was done and "Martin Hannett", the producer, reviewed it, his girlfriend "Susanne O’Hara" at the time read the lyrics and outright said "Did you even read these lyrics? He is talking about (...)!" to which Martin said "Oh Ian is just an artist, he doesn't really mean any of it!". Uh huh, Martin you scumbag. And as for his friends and band members? They helped him as much as they could, but the most they could help him is by dragging him to the studio and some concerts to "brighten him up" as he made his last two songs (In a lonely place and Ceremony) and then went on to a very small tour, his seizures became worse and worse, there was no stopping it, (this was the 70s and 80s in the UK) his doctor kept prescribing him new medicine each time he visited him, so it's hard to even keep track of what he was taking, but people know that there were barbiturates, and other disgusting things. Today, treatment for his type of epilepsy (pharmacoresistant focal epilepsy) do exist, but, it was simply too late.

There's a photo floating around where Ian is with his wife and his very young daughter Natalie. His facial expression in that picture is simply a bare stare due to the INCORRECT medicine he was on, and if you didn't know the backstory of that picture and suddenly saw it, you would think he's a psycho. I won't post the picture here, it's on google. Anyway, what I wanted to say was that the lyrics for "Ceremony" were definitely written down somewhere, but my theory still falls under the UK police confiscating it as a possible (...) note.

Ian, I wish you would've been born later, you didn't deserve to suffer like this but I understand why you did the thing you did. Everyone does.

Pt 2, when I get around to it will be MUCH shorter, it's about New Order, specifically one of their songs, and a certain Canadian in Montreal, and how one of my favorite songs of theirs was ruined by that piece of trash.

#new order #joy division #ian curtis

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deleahtarte · 2 months

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Explanation of the 2nd red flag: Stan being in love with Kyle makes him try to be the best version of himself out of fear that if he doesn’t Kyle will find someone better and leave him. So in other words, if Stan doesn’t have that sort of strong motivation, he can quickly become…well, how he turned out in the COVID special the first time around (boy would not be in football if it doesn’t guarantee Kyle being ecstatic with him every time he wins a game)

His song : 505 by Arctic Monkeys (my dumbass used the wrong album over)

Love language is what STAN likes, ie, he loves it when Kyle’s verbal with his love, but doesn’t want Kyle really doing anything for him

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