#he was asked if he listens to dream songs and he was like yea but

[madschiavelique]

hii my love! would u mind doing a little blurb on miguel finding out the woman he has been seeing is a stripper? she just feels so embarrassed to admit that and scared It would drive him away but instead he’s pretty much more open about it and become far too protective too. thank you:))

OMG ANON YOU DON'T KNOW HOW OUR BRAINS CONNECTED because listen : i have an au in mind where my spiderpersona is a succub in a strip club, and basically when Miguel is brought there by his friends, they meet

SO YEA i'm living for stripper!reader x miguel (also this was supposed to be a blurb but i got carried away fdkzefrgd - the club scene from Closer really inspired me for this)... now i want to make a multiple chapter fic on stripper!reader x miguel hELP

summary : miguel discovers you're a stripper

content warnings : NSFW, stripper!reader, reader gives a little private show to miguel (just removes the top though, doesn't reveal the cunt), fem!reader, no use of Y/N word count : 2k song mentionned : world outside - the devlins

tag list : @fandom-ash

Up until now, you had decided to keep your professional occupation to Miguel, for one simple reason: fear.

Fear filled your stomach at the thought of telling him you were a stripper. You and Miguel had been dating for some time, and had quickly become close. The bond was shaping up to be strong, and you were worried that the information about your job would ruin everything.

He'd already asked you a few times what you were doing, but you'd always managed to deflect the subject elegantly. Yet there's no stopping Miguel's determination and curiosity, least of all when the topic of conversation turns out to be you.

So he did something he wasn't particularly proud of, but couldn't resist: while you were out working, he asked Lyla where you were.

She'd given him an address, and some information about it...

"A club?" he'd asked, looking at the street information for the address. "A strip club," Lyla had corrected. "There's no mistake? Are you sure?" he'd questioned, taking a closer look at the establishment's hours and information. "Have you ever seen me calculate a lot of errors?" sighed the artificial intelligence.

Never. Hardly ever had he seen her fail in this area. Maybe you weren't really a dancer there, maybe you were a bartender, or a waitress, who knows. Only, the idea of seeing you wearing a fine outfit and swaying on a stage was strangely appealing to him.

Without missing a beat, he made his way to the address. It wasn't far, which surprised him as much as it reassured him. The very idea that your place of work wasn't far from home appealed to him, as it ensured that if you ever needed to be picked up for any reason, he'd be there.

He arrived at the entrance, breathing in, passed the bouncers who joked that with his build he could get into the business, and entered.

Blue light from two corner spotlights illuminated red velvet-covered staircases leading downwards. He moved forward, the mirrored walls reflecting him. The room's bass could already be heard from outside, but now he could hear the music more clearly.

You light up my dreams, light up my skin. You're so far away, you're holding it in.

The place was quite crowded, and Miguel noticed a fair number of men in suits and ties. He wouldn't have cared in any other context about the consumption habits of these men here, but suddenly the very idea that there were potentially regulars coming to see you displeased him enormously.

As for the place, it smelled of violets and lemongrass. The ceiling was high, revealing a second floor from which hung three chandeliers surrounded by red cubes.

Spotlights were placed here and there, illuminating the important places: the round tables, like the one next to Miguel on which two women on their knees were swaying, undressing each other under the watchful eyes of all the men around the table; the U-shaped bar, from either end of which women were dancing in wisps of sinuous white smoke; and pole-dancing pedestals on their red-lit floor that emphasized the curves of the dancers placed on them.

And he recognized one of the dancers: it was you.

It was an evening like any other, your garter belt was already generously stuffed with bills of various colors against your thigh and you'd already put on a private show. You were on the pole bar, dancing and undulating your body against it under the round, adoring eyes of your little audience.

You'd been in the business for a while now, and you'd managed to make more friends than enemies in the club, enough so that your colleagues became your buddies.

In fact, your friend right next to you softly called your name, and you turned to her as you danced.

"Did you see the one that just came in? He's huge," she pointed out, smiling at the customers around you. "And pretty good looking too."

As you continued your endless choreography, you glanced surreptitiously at the said customer. But your heart dropped into your stomach for a moment as you met Miguel's gaze.

You hesitated between freezing on the spot and running away, but instead tried to keep your cool and your professionalism and continue your dance until he arrived near the pedestal.

"This one," you pointed out to your friend, "is for me."

She gave a little laugh as you motioned for another dancer to take your place and gracefully stepped off your pedestal, advancing towards Miguel as you would a normal customer

"So this was where you were hiding?" asked Miguel a little above the music, tilting his head to the side as he looked you up and down.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, as inquisitive as you were nervous.

"Curiosity got the better of me, and I was right to give in to temptation."

He was watching your outfit, which emphasized your body, your curves highlighted by the glitter and rhinestones mixed with the laces. You were close to him, almost to the point where a simple movement on Miguel's part would allow your two bodies to meet.

"But I'd prefer to discuss this somewhere else...?" he says.

"I'm in the middle of working hours, but... how about a private show?" you offered, drawing even closer to him as your eyes seemed to him irresistible through your lashes.

He shuddered.

"I'd like that."

You smiled softly, taking his hand to guide him towards one of the Paradise Suites. You guided him a little further until you came to a door you knew well and opened it to let him in.

A round sofa circled a round table at its center, the latter illuminated in pink. A strip of light circled the sofa, another path laid out to encourage strippers to be creative and use the room as they saw fit. You weren't expecting to give Miguel a private show tonight, but fate had played a nice trick on you.

You guided him to the sofa, letting him settle there as you climbed up on the table, looking at him with eyes that were usually calculated to convey desire, but this time really felt it.

And he looked at you with, his were dark, pools of ink attentive to your every move.

"How long have you been doing this?" he'd ask, his attention unwavering.

"Five months," you toyed lightly with one of your shoulder straps as you let your other hand roam your body.

He was going to be able to ask you all the questions that came to mind, only if he didn't get too distracted by your beauty.

"Are you allowed to flirt?" he asked.

"Yes, I am." you replied, letting your hand slide down your chest.

"Do you have any regulars?" he leaned forward, his head tilted back to watch you dance.

"Yes, I do. Private clients as well." you turned, your back to him to loosen your corset behind your waist, undulating your body.

The idea that you had regular clients here wasn't disturbing, but the fact that you had private ones displeased him a little more, for the fact that your security was much less framed than it was here.

"I want names."

You let out a small laugh as you turned to face him again.

"You want to make me lose my job?" you knelt on the round table to get to his level.

"No, I want to replace them." he said, his eyes moving from yours to your fingers removing the first strap.

"I'm not allowed to have relationships outside of the club with clients," you countered, tracing the skin of your bare thigh sensually.

"And what do you usually do?" his chest puffed out as he inhaled, feeling a little hotter little by little.

"I dance, I talk, I laugh, I strip, and that is all." you confirmed as you removed the second strap, and with a simple movement unhooked the little clip between your breasts to reveal them.

His eyes were eager, watching your perfect breasts as he parted his lips, mouth agape.

"No touching?" he questioned, eyes still on your body.

"No touching, you can just slide the tips in the garter belt" you advised, your hand sliding against the latter where a few bills were lodged.

"What would happen if I touched you now?" he asked, moving a little closer to the edge of the sofa.

"I would like it," you said, shifting your legs over the front to stand up again on the table gently, "but the security cameras would notice, and probably get you out of here."

Miguel looked up, just above the table, on the ceiling, was a small half globe with a small point of red light.

"Pays well?

"Very well." you smiled, your hands playing dangerously with the string of your thong.

"How much will it cost me to be here with you?"

Miguel wasn't afraid of going broke here, especially for you, he was plenty rich enough for that.

"Depends on what you want." thinking that maybe Miguel didn't want to make you work right now, you got off the table and climbed onto the sofa and then its edge instead, sitting there.

"How high are the prices? I haven't seen the menu of services."

"Our VIP options can go up to 1500 dollars." you say wearily, pretending to walk your index and middle fingers in his direction on the strip of light.

"1500?" he almost exclaimed, raising his eyebrows.

"Mhm," you hummed, "two hours with two dancers and a bottle of Don Perignon."

He turned towards you, coming closer, his head level with your thigh as his eyes inevitably fell on the bills you'd been given.

"And what's the price if I only want you and nothing else with me?" he questioned as his gaze returned to yours.

"Here, from 80 dollars I can give you a 10-minute air dance." you said as you leaned towards him, your faces close but not yet touching. "Outside, nothing."

A small, proud smile appeared on his lips. However, you being far too hot and gorgeous, he was beginning to feel tight in his clothes, especially his pants.

"What time do you get off?" he asked, sitting up differently, your eyes falling on his crotch and smiling as you bit your lip.

"Five o'clock. Will you last until then?"

He sighed, his eyes falling on your lips, eager.

"I just don't know if I'll be able to keep my hands to myself."

You smiled, then straightened up, reaching for your top. But Miguel took his wallet out of his pocket and slipped a bill under your garter belt. To be deprived of a view like this? Never. You smile a little more, and sit back down on the table, kneeling upright to let him get a good look at you.

He leaned towards you again, intertwining his fingers as his gaze softened slightly.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

You sighed, biting your cheek as you looked down at your hands carefully placed in your lap.

"I was scared," you admitted with a sigh. "Scared that this would end what we have."

You knew that not all men or simply partners were comfortable with their halves being strippers, and the idea that Miguel shared that opinion terrified you.

"Nena," he called your nickname.

Your head was still down, and you felt the soft sensation of money paper under your chin. Miguel straightened your jaw with a bill, bringing his eyes to yours.

"This isn't a problem to me." he smiled, lowering his hand to place the bill under the elastic of your belt. "This is actually really good."

Confusion seized you along with relief, causing you to frown while sporting a grin.

"Why?"

He tilted his head to one side, smiling proudly.

"I get the satisfaction for everyone to see how gorgeous you are, while being the only one who has the right to touch you."

You let out a small burst of voice somewhere between a laugh and a sigh, the relief of his answer washing over you like a wave of comfort.

After that, he'd deserved more than just a show.

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[belphiesgirlfriend]

Obey me! Brothers music taste headcanons

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more like ramblings than headcanons tbh but i had this stuck in my head and needed to get it out, also feel free to send requests for diff headcanons!

Cw’s: none!

Little bit satirical (i over exaggerate sometimes cuz it’s funny) but pretty in character overall i thinkk

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Lucifer:

• You know this motherfucker listens to classical music and classical music only cuz he’s boring

• Okay but jokes aside i see him listening to like 30’s 40’s 50’s music especially the love songs.

• Like straight up fallout 4 soundtrack music, he’d listen to it while doing paperwork or unwinding

• He’d definitely be really prideful (no duh) about his taste in music, he’d feel all fancy and refined when he tells people

• Type of dude to be like “modern music simply can’t compare to the classics…” shut up grandpa we get it u know bach’s zodiac sign, penis size, and mothers maiden name

• Wants to be different so bad, he’d strictly listen to music from his vintage record player or some shit cause it’s the “most authentic” way to listen, fr acts like a manic pixie dream girl (he’d hit me upside the head if he heard me say that sorry luci🫶)

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Mammon:

• r&b and spanish music

•but i feel like he’d like 2000s party music from all the clubbing and casinos

• def a weekend listener and like 90’s rap

• but also like i wouldn’t be surprised if he listened to some 90s rock too

• he’d listen 2 sublime or nirvana or local h (i’m projecting on the last one)

• but anyways he’d be a #1 rihanna fan he’d blast her music in his room but then deny liking her💀make it make sense!!

• also he knows her best album is loud CAUSE HE HAS TASTE!!

• also tyler the creator i get the vibe he’d love him

• kali uchis fan too

•ALSO i feel like he had a phase where he listened to juice wrld and was like “these cheating lying females….” after he got his heart broken by a witch YOU CANG TELL ME IM WRONG😭😭 it’s okay though cause he’s embarrassed by it now

• oh childish gambino too duh forgot about him

ALSO LET ME MENTION DINERO IS LITERALLY HIS SONG ITS ACTUALLY HIS

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Levi:

• this one’s gonna be real fucking short IM SORRYYY

• he listens to anime openings and game soundtracks strictly

• that’s literally all i can think of dude

• he’d be like “i don’t have time for normie music…”

• his room is literally that old caramelldansen meme from 2019/2020

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Satan:

• this one was harder for me to pinpoint

• first instinct would be classical music but it’s canon he likes ska music too so 🤷‍♀️

• i really do feel like he’d listen to all types of music, like a true jack of all traits, if he likes it he likes it so his playlist is allllll over the place

• for some reason i get a vibe he’d really like 80s music in particular though

• the song that pops into my head is who can it be now? by men at work idk why

• maybe even older music i feel like he’d like sam cooke

• OH both him and belphie would like mazzy star and fiona apple idk why but they would

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Asmo:

• okay crucify me for this one but…mitski I JUSG FEEL LIKE HE WOULD

• but i also see him loving lady gaga a lot cuz he has taste

•omg he’d listen to old katy perry too

•but yea also probably lil nas x he’d have a celeb crush on him

• oh tyler the creator too with his gay ass, him and mammon both love him, they def have done a duet to see u again

• he’d be a barb probably defend nicki too😭

• and as much as it pains me to say it, he’d fucking listen to ayesha erotica and be like “this is so good!!!”, hed post a devilgram story with one of her songs and then get cancelled on twitter

• “I made a severe and continuous lapse of judgement…” and then did the same thing a week later

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Beel:

• type of guy when you ask him what music he listens to he goes “idk i don’t really listen to music”

• he legitimately looks up “hype playlist” on youtube to work out and that’s the extent of it

• really can’t see him being a big music guy

• if u invited him to a concert or something he’d go though for food

•he’d give you a piggy back ride so u can see better

• tbh if u were to put on music he would not care much no matter how good/bad it is

• you could walk in on him working out and literally listening 2 cbat or some shit

• HE LITERALLY IS CBAT GUY😭 he’d be like “i always use this song when i’m working out..

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Belphie:

• emo fucker

• i feel like he’d like emo/ 90s rock ( but more “rockish” than mammons 90’s rock)

• but he’d also love any more relaxing music with softer vocals

• he’d be a deftones fan I KNOW GHATS FUCKING BASIC AND UR ROLLING UR EYES BUT LISTEN

• they have the combination of 90s rock but also more soothing calming vocals, theyd literally b perfect

• and for that reason his favorite albums r koi no yokan and saturday night wrist, also their self titled,

• would call mammon a poser for his music taste “nirvana isn’t even *real* rock idiot🙄”

• but nah, also like i said in satans fiona apple and mazzy star fan

• he’d suck so bad though he’d go on twitter and be like, “if you like deftones ur a poser” (while being their number 1 fan, fucking brat) then turn off his phone and take a nap for the funny

#obey me #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #leviathan obey me #satan obey me #asmodeus obey me #beelzebub obey me #belphegor obey me #obey me shall we date #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #asmo x reader #beel x reader #belphie x reader #obey me belphie

[lemonyboy97]

Self Indulgent Saiki Drabble

Learning to 'tolerate' you

GN!Reader x Saiki Kouso (ignore my spelling)

Warnings: None, but keep in mind reader likes animals in this (what pshyco doesnt? /hj)

Author's Note: We've established that Saiki doesn't really do 'friends', rather, he gets adopted by extroverts (me too bud), so here is self-indulgent headcanons for saiki and you. :)<3 enjoy

!Trigger Warning!: My southern accent shows in the writing with words like yall, critters, and frankly lol

>In this reader is a 'mental mute' simaliar to butt chin dude (its been awhile since i watched the anime i forgot most of their names)<

>yall i wrote like an essay and then deleted it all bc i didnt like it. I have spent so much time on this T^T

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Saiki isn't exactly sure how you wormed your way into his heart, and quite frankly, neither are you.

We all know mental mutes annoy this boy to no end, and for awhile you were no exception. However, you and Nendo are complete opposites. Nendo is loud, abrasive, dumb, and quite frankly, ignorant. You, on the other hand, are perceptive, kind, and you listen when someone (Saiki) asks (orders) you to do something (go away). And that has led Saiki to respect you.

Idk how yall met and frankly idc <33

Teruhashi is 100% jealous when yall get together. And yes she crashes yalls "dates" ( even when it was just you two hanging out as friends) and when the "dates" turned into actual dates yall are the EMBODYMENT of that meme "i cant believe its finally me and you, and you and me... and your friend steve. Doodoo doo doodoodoo steve" >NOT an original idea<

I feel like even though saiki isnt necesarily a fan of animals (hes indifferent to them, much like everything else in his life) you guys would go to different animal cafes to hangout/study/relax/escape from the chaos crew. The animals (specifically cats) would be all over Saiki becuase of his indifference, you know howlike if you get a pet cat the cat in question picks whoever likes it the least to be its person? Yea, thats the critters with saiki.

A bunch of songs that no one asked for that are varying levels of Saiki and you :D

BUT CAN YOU IMAGINE FLUSTERING SAIKI BY TEASING HIM SOMEHOW WITH THIS SONG ●////●

#gn s/o #saiki k #kusuo saiki #saiki x reader #saiki k x reader #the disasterous life of saiki k #headcanon #saiki k headcanons #kusou saiki #kusou saiki x reader #Spotify #playlist #character inspired playlist #LemonyWrites

[crushedsweets]

i was listening to twin size mattress by the front bottoms and was like. hmm this is the most toby song ever

SO i was wondering do u have any songs that remind you of specific creeps? could be from lyrics or just general vibes yk yk

- 🌙 anon (im new here hi)

HII welcome. ok ok. so i listen to music in a very boring way and never analyze lyrics/artists/albums/etc. but for you i will try to change.

also these lryics with toby oh wow.. wow. ok. wowwww. wow. ok. wow. STUFF UNDER THE CUT BUT KNOW IM DEEPLY WARPING THE ACTUAL MEANING BEHIND A LOT OF THESE SONGS LOL. i religiously listen to love songs so its hard

toby and honey by coastal club. (my fave song rn..)

whether its from his perspective or not.. it doesnt even have to be romantic either. just his friendships with everyone around him, both from people like tim and brian seeing this SEVERELY TROUBLED kid. . . 'wide eyed..dying to get outside' feels very :((( yk. he was a kid trapped in a fucking horrifying situation all his life. or him looking at his friendship with nina. "youve got a way with me... alive and so full of life, i'm mesmerized by your love" etc. maybe jack or clockwork with the "i started laughing at the words you spoke, i kinda like you and your stupid jokes"... AGAIN I KNOW ITS A LOVE SONG but i see it applying in so many different forms of love. and i love love. also a ton of like, car and driving references which is um. lyra reference sorry

nina x clockwork and "a big brown dog named bagel" by nep

ok this doesnt apply so much to my au(nobody is canon in mine but yk)... buttttttt... yeah. ugh. this is so nina @ nat. sorry guys ive been changed. one ask always diverts my attention at the speed of light. "I like the way she bites, the way she talks, the way she looks when I smile" is just SO FUCKING NINA ADORING NAT. nina just wants to be in the most fairytale coming of age movie ya novel lovestory and she says that her biggest dream in life is to get married. she wants to take care of her lover and give and give and give so fucking much and "I'll buy you a big old house on a big old hill And I'll grow old with my baby, 'til she's dead" is so very her. of course i chose clockwork cuz 'she's tall in the knees' and 'some green in her eyes' plus im a lesbian and havent fawned over sapphic relationships in months since i began my creepypasta return. LOL

eyeless jack and "downhill" by lincoln

there r few words to describe the amount of guilt, horror, and devastation that jack feels after what he's done, all he's lost, and what he has to do to survive. he has a year of his life that he was literally possessed by a demon and went around fucking tearing humans apart and eating their remains. even as he's """recovering""" and settling into a cabin, his friendships with the creeps, trying to just feel okay. he's on his last leg, he can tell that people know he's a shell of what he was but they'll never know how warm, kind, inviting he used to be. "i went downhill at such a steep inline" ... yea he did his life changed immeasurably in a single night and it's never coming back. the lyrics "'Cause I was born into the world on a silken cloud / And I got bored of the world before I hit the ground" ... while he had a ton of pressure. he loved his life, loved his family, was the type to constantly express how grateful he was for everything that got him where he was. and then he hit rock fucking bottom because he wanted to chase a little excitement with the pretty girl inviting him to join a 'club.' poor guy

liu and "i'm not angry anymore" by paramore

i dont think i need to explain this because um..... lols... liu just wants to fucking move on. he just wants to escape everything. he wants his family back, including the little brother he'd play catch with in the front yard for so many years. but he has his moments where it all comes barreling back, and he makes real fucking brash decisions - he lost his marriage because he spiraled trying to find jeff and moved to fucking alabama. so you know.

jane and "everest" by beabadoobee

again, i dont think i need to explain this. maybe this could be mary(jane's wife) singing to jane, cuz she was one of janes main supports after her parents death. jane can only act strong for so long but she is so so so fucking sad and mourning and she was always so soft and gentle and sweet and she lost everything in a single night. she spent a short period of time filled with rage, as she would be, but her story eventually evolves into her just wanting to help others with their cases, be happy with her wife, take care of sally, grow old, make her parents proud. she's climbed mountains and is probably in the best place of all the creeps. holds her. i dont touch her character too often because i just want her to settle happily lolz..

ok thats all i got guys :3.. thank youuuuu thank youuu. sorry if my music taste is bad guys. LOL.

#🌙 anon #asks #creeped #hcs #uh #do i tag? ok whyyy not #ticci toby #clockwork creepypasta #nina the killer #homicidal liu #eyeless jack #jane the killer

[imfinereallyy]

Happy Almost Birthday!!! dialogue prompt #41 for Platonic Stobin please and thank you :)))

@spectrum-spectre aaah thank you!! also it feels right to start this event with an ask from you, your reblogs always make me smile. also this one is absolutely not where I expected it to go. (you can find the request game here)

Robin walked into the doorway of their apartment, only to find Steve staring off into the distance with a CD case gripped in his hand.

She felt something drop in her stomach. Sure, Steve wasn’t a man of many words, but the utter silence when she entered the door was damning. Steve never failed to greet her, even on his bad days.

“What’s wrong?” Robin demanded, getting on to the floor besides Steve, resting on her knees.

Steve turned and gave her a watery smile, “I like that.”

“Like what?”

“That you just know.”

Robin hummed in agreement; if anyone else were around, she would wave it off as being friends for years. That living with someone allowed you to pick up on their signals. She knew that was not true, though. That Steve and her had always been connected. Even when they didn’t like each other, there was an understanding between them. The years between them now made it stronger, sure, but to her, Robin and Steve were always meant to be Robin&Steve.

“He came out with the new album.”

Oh. Robin thought, that’s what this was about. That funny feeling only got worse with his words. It settled into something more solid, something more like dread.

Robin knew what she said next would be crucial. Most would want her to bash the album instantly. Any ex-boyfriend should be immediate trash, no matter the talent. But Robin knew Steve, so instead, she asked,

“Any good?”

Steve huffed, “Stupid good.”

“That make you angry? That he’s doing good even without you?” Robin took his hand and rubbed circles with her fingers.

“No, I’m not angry, and I don’t think he’s doing good. Kinda worried, actually. It’s just… it’s just track 7, is well—“ Steve cut himself off to rub his eye with his free hand. The motion pushed his glasses up and down his nose.

Robin took her friend in. The years had been stupidly kind to Steve. Sure, he was only 28, but fighting another dimension should age a guy. His scars only made him rugged instead of old. Robin hated him at times because of it, even told him so. But then, Steve would say something dorky, and kind, and would make her ego inflate way too much and—

Yea she loved her strange little dude.

“What’s on track 7?”

Steve cleared his throat, “You haven’t listened to the album have you?”

Robin, despite the tension in the air, can’t help but roll her eyes, “Oh that’s what ticked you off? Not me asking how the album was?”

Steve snorted as he leaned forward to click seek and landed on track 7 before he hit play.

Robin wasn’t prepared.

Track 7: My Reflection is You

In the depths of darkness,

where love once thrived,

A burning passion left,

but a coldness revived.

Our once forged bond,

now a shattered mirror,

Reflecting the pain,

as we stand here unclear

Torn apart,

like lightning splitting the sky,

Our hearts collide,

leaving scars we can't deny.

With every shattered piece,

a painful memory,

We fight to find solace,

a fleeting remedy.

“Jesus Christ.” Robin found herself saying interrupting the song. The irony wasn’t lost on her; that phrase she used was ingrained into her by the very man singing the lyrics.

Robin looked at Steve, and could see the pain he held in his body. How he ached to change things. The lyrics continued to play as she waited for Steve to speak.

Shattered silence,

shattered dreams,

Torn apart, it seems.

Steve leaned forward and paused the cd, “I guess I just always thought when someone wrote a song about me, it would be romantic. Not this.”

Robin didn’t have much to say. She leaned her head against his shoulder, "I know, babe. You deserve better.”

A sob escaped. Steve was suddenly buried in the crook of her neck, and Robin didn’t say a word, just held him as he cried it out. She didn’t shush Steve, or distract him. He needed this.

Robin, some days thought about yelling at Eddie Munson. This song, though, made her want to commit murder. Torture even. With her experiences, that wasn’t something she said lightly. But with Steve there, as he sobbed in her arms, she doesn’t even question the idea of stabbing a man she once considered a best friend.

But he would never be a soulmate. He would never be Steve. And for making Steve cry he deserved death.

Robin wouldn’t actually do it, though, because it would be more for her in the end. It wasn’t what Steve needed.

Steve’s sobs settled and he pulled back. “Sorry, Robbie.”

“What are you sorry for?”

Steve shrugged, “Don’t know. Just feel like I should be.”

“Well don’t. You did nothing wrong, okay?”

Steve nodded slowly, “Okay.”

“Now,” Robin sighed, “Do you want to rant about it or do you want me to tell you what I think?”

It was Steve’s turn to look at her. Robin wasn’t sure what he saw as he silently gazed at her, but she could tell something had settled in him. “Tell me what you think.”

Robin took a deep breath, “I think that the Upside Down fucked us all up in ways that we can’t even count.”

Steve grunted, but let her continue.

“But also think that as time passed, we all made lives for ourselves. Some of us with each other, like you and Eddie, or Lucas and Max. Some needed distance, like Mike. But we all became these things outside of the trauma, but we couldn’t exactly escape said trauma. So we all had our ways of coping. Me, throwing myself into academics, you with overexercising—don’t give me that look; I’m sure we can unpack that another time—but for Eddie, he made this wonderful life with you, and outside of you. Got big, and got a record deal. But he still had that trauma. So add famous rockstar plus unhealed trauma, and it usually equates to partying and addiction.��

“Where are you going with this robs?” Steve scrunched his eyebrows.

“I have a point, I promise. He loved you, and two things are usually offered to these rockstars: sex and drugs. And God—that boy loved you. Would never think about cheating, so I think he got it into his head that drugs were the solution. Maybe he got into his head that it would help him, or cure him. I’m not sure, who knows what goes on in Munson’s head.”

Steve giggled. Robin can’t help but feel she’d done something right. “It doesn’t matter why he did it, though. It doesn’t matter how much he loved you. Because you tried. You tried to make it work. You tried to get him to accept help. You tried to put up with the long nights, and the I’m sorry’s and the ER scares. It reached the point where, even though I love you both, I couldn’t stand to see the ghost of the person you had become. So you gave him a choice, to get sober or lose you, and he chose wrong. Not because he didn’t love you, not because you’re the problem, but because Eddie Munson doesn’t know a good decision if stared him in the face.”

Steve pushed his head against Robin’s “So you don’t think I made a dumb decision, that I deserve this?”

Robin held his face in her hands, “No, babe. In fact, I actually want to murder him for violating your trust and exposing you raw like this. Like how the fuck does he get to sing about heartbreak and make money off of something he could of fix. The only reason I’m not busting down his door right now is because of you.”

“I’m not exactly stopping you Robbie.”

“No, sweet Stevie, but I, unfortunately, know the inevitable truth. That you guys are going to end up together, he’s got a lot of work to do, and I get to at least punch him twice at unexpected times, but I know you both. I think that you guys are a force impossible to separate, always finding your way back to each other. Kinda like us.”

There’s a watery mist built up in Steve’s eyes, “No Robs. Nothing can be like us. Not even Eddie.”

Robin tried to hold back her sob, “Yea, okay. Nothing can beat us; I promise you that. But either way, I do know this: You, Steve Harrington, deserve the world, and one day that man is going to give it to you. But for now, we’re going to cry about what a piece of selfish shit he is, and how I get to record him groveling when he inevitably realizes what an asswipe he was.”

Steve settled back into her side, “So, no killing him? Only trash talking?”

“I feel it’s only right we at least do that. Maybe hold off on our first actual murder charge.” Robin nodded.

“Maybe you shouldn’t hear the next lyric.” Steve moved to grab the cd out of the player, but Robin stopped him, reached across Steve, and hit play.

A love once pure,

now turned to rust,

Betrayal's sting

now we're in disgust,

Echoes of laughter

that haunt my mind,

In faded memories,

I'm left behind.

Robin was silent.

Steve put a hand on her shoulder, “Robin? Babe?”

Robin turned to Steve very slowly, as the weight of everything came over her. This was her best friend, her soulmate. How dare someone blame him for wanting to actually heal, how dare that little weas—

“Robs?” Steve spoke softly. “You okay?”

“What? Oh yea. I’m just going to need your bat. I’ve changed my mind on that murder charge.”

And although she was serious, Robin couldn’t help the smile that cracked on her face when she heard Steve’s laughter echo through the apartment.

***

sorry I know this hurt a lil bit, I can’t believe I wrote purely angst. I hope even if this wasn’t exactly what you had in mind, you liked it. Thanks for all the laughs and love.

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#platonic stobin #stranger things #stobin #platonic soulmates stobin #robin buckley #Steve Harrington #steddie #the steddie is subtext really #this is more about the soulmates (platonic) that is Robin and Steve #request game #hurt/comfort #but also #hurt no comfort #angst #bittersweet ending #cw: mentions of substance abuse #ficlet #eddie munson #my writing #steve x eddie

[pinkdaiisies]

Rainbow in the Dark Eddie Munson x fem!cheerleader! reader

summary: you go to eddie’s trailer for music recommendations after having a pretty crappy day. feelings are revealed when eddie asks what your type is.

word count: 2.2k

warnings: reader thirsting over eddie’s arms and tattoos, crappy friends, unlikely friends to lovers.

notes: please listen to the song rainbow in the dark by dio it’s literally so so good. also i suck ass at writing summary’s lmao

requested by: @dilflover3333 <33

it was just a small teeny tiny crush… right? thats what eddie told himself as he looked at you from across the lunch room.

he loved game days, not because he actually had school spirit or anything, but because he got to look at you in that beautiful cheer uniform. it hugged all of the right places on your body, which by the way, he considered perfect. on any other girl, he would’ve taken the cheer uniform as a symbol of snobbiness, but on you, it meant the exact opposite.

you two had english class together. which by the way eddie was a god at. it was the only class he could maintain a B or above at all times. he’s had a lot of experience with writing by being a dungeon master. the both of you sat next to each other in class. it was the highlight of eddie’s day. you two would talk non stop about anything and everything. but alas once that bell rang, you would go back to your snobby friends and you wouldn’t talk to eddie until the next day.

it’s not like you ignored him. you did the opposite actually. anytime you would see him in the halls you would wave or say hi, leaving eddie being a lovesick mess. he just wished you hung out with him more often. but he knows that you’re much too busy with cheer practice or hanging out with your more “popular” friends.

one day you walked into class, not having the best of days, with your walkman clipped to your hip. eddie immediately noticed.

“watchya listening to princess?” eddie asked, a smirk painted along his face.

“rainbow in the da-” but before you could even finish the name of the song, eddie’s loud voice interrupted yours.

“DIO?! there’s no way you listen to dio!” eddie shuffled in his seat with excitement bouncing off of him. he grabbed the neck of his jean jack and turned around. displayed on the back, was the devilish monster that’s on the cover of the album ‘Last In Line’ by Dio. with the sleeves being cut off of the denim jacket, and the sleeves being cut off the Black Sabbath tee he was wearing, his whole arm could be seen. his muscular, tattoo painted, beautiful arms. if you were being honest, it was hard to look away from him.

“yea i got this album recommended to me by this really cool metalhead guy i know.” you said teasing him. eddie’s face dropped and he looked at you with confusion. “i’m talking about you eddie.”

“oh! right! i knew that.” he said, obviously lying. eddie didn’t actually expect you to listen to the bands he recommended you. god, this was any metal heads best dream! a pretty girl listening to music he recommends you. “so i’m assuming you like the album then?” but before you got to tell him how much you adored the song, the final bell rang indicating that class was starting, and the teacher started shushing the class’s conversations.

eddie cant stop thinking about the fact that your actually listening to music he told you about. the fact that you went to the hawkins music store and picked it out and bought it, just because he told you about it was mind blowing to him. eddie wanted to talk to you about music, but today was sadly one of those days where the teacher did not stop talking. luckily sooner than later class was over. eddie got up to leave class when he felt your presence next to him.

“before we were rudely interrupted, i was going to say, yes, i loved the album!” by now you two were walking in the halls together. it was weird, you never really talked to him other than in class. by now your friends usually would’ve met you in front of the class room, but today they were no where to be seen.

“that’s great! you know i could always give you more recommendations from my amazing music taste.” eddie joked, and it brought out a smile on your face.

“what about tonight?”

“huh?” eddie was confused.

“i could come over to your house and we could… i don’t know order a pizza or something, and you can give me more music recommendations.” you suggested like it was nothing. eddie’s heart was soaring! you wanted to hang out with him?! you’ve been over to his place once before, but that was for a project, and you were with two other classmates.

“yea! that’s sounds great! come to my place at 5? if that works for you?” at this point you two were standing in the halls for so long that people gave you guys weird looks.

“yea works for me! i’ll see you later eddie, i have a seventh period… sadly.” you gave eddie a frown that looked so adorable to him.

“okay, bye!” eddie waved and rushed to his car. thank god he didn’t have one more class because he wouldn’t have been able to contain his excitement.

-

as soon as eddie got home he called gareth.

“i’m sorry man but i’ve gotta cancel band practice tonight!” on the other end of the line, gareth rolled his eyes.

“dude you can not be serious! this is the second time this month! we have a gig on tuesday!”

“i know! i know! but i have a legitimate reason this time, and before you even ask, no, it’s not another drug deal!” gareth was sick of eddie canceling all the time. “i have a girl coming over tonight!”

“jesus eddie! i hate you so much right now! what girl could possibly be more important than band practice?”

“y/n. y/l/n.” eddie took pauses between your first and last name for dramatic effect.

“eddie stop lying! i’m being serious here!”

“so am i!” eddie said, defending himself.

“oh my god you’re being serious. ok… that’s a legitimate reason i guess.” gareth was in disbelief.

“thank you! relay the message to jeff okay? bye!” eddie hung up so fast, it left gareth confused. eddie now had to clean the entire trailer. uncle wayne has been bugging him about it anyway, so now might be the best time to do it.

once you got home you freshened up your makeup and put on a cuter outfit then what you were wearing at school. it’s not like it was date or anything, just a casual hangout with the guy you’ve been crushing on all year! but other than that, all you did was count down the minutes until you got to see eddie again.

if your friends knew about you going over to eddie’s house, they probably would’ve looked at you weird and then insulted eddie. luckily they didn’t know about it. earlier that day you overheard your two bestfriends talking about you. that’s why you put on your walkman before you walked into sixth period, not only did the loud music flood out your thoughts, but it also reminded you of eddie.

you weren’t sure why eddie was talked about so badly by other students. eddie has been nothing but nice to you since the first day of school. yet people still call him freak and loser whenever they see him. it honestly doesn’t make sense because most of the people that talk bad about him, also buy weed from him.

once 4:45 rolled around, you got in your car and drove to the trailer park. you were so nervous. spending so much time alone with eddie was going to make you fall even harder for him. once you pulled up to his home, you got out of your car and knocked on the door. within seconds eddie opened the door with a goofy smile on his face.

“why hello there m’lady! welcome to my humble abode.” he got out of the way and motioned his hand towards the cozy home.

“why thank you kind sir!” you did a curtsy and walked in. it looked the same as last time but much cleaner. eddie looked good, he had the same shirt on from earlier that day, just without his denim jacket.

jesus h christ she is so beautiful! eddie thought to himself as you walked into the trailer, looking around with curiosity.

“do you want to order the pizza now? or…?” eddie asked.

“yeah! that sounds good!” eddie called the pizza place to have it delivered while you sat on the couch observing eddie.

it should be illegal for him to have his arms out like that, tattoos on display! christ was he hot. although their opinions meant nothing to you, you couldn’t help but think what your friends would think of you right now; being in eddie “the freak” munsons home!

“follow me” eddie knocked you out of your trance. you hadn’t realized he hung up the phone already. you followed eddie to his room. when you worked on the project earlier that year, you hadn’t been in his room but somehow when he opened the door it was exactly how you pictured it.

“your room is pretty cool!” you looked at the huge amps, the anthrax banner, and his beautiful guitar.

“thanks sweetheart.” the nickname made you blush. “so! here is my beloved music collection. i could bore you with all of my nerdy facts about all of the bands, but i don’t want to bore you, so you can take a look yourself.” if you were being honest, you wouldn’t mind if he “bore” you with his facts. you would love to hear him talk about something he’s passionate about.

“cool, thanks.” your eyes immediately caught sight of an album with the cover of a man screaming in pain; it was Anthrax’s ‘Spreading the Disease.’ You picked the cassette up.

“that right there is one of my favorite albums ever! my favorite song on that is ‘A.I.R.’ you can take it if you want.” eddie was so sweet.

“really? thanks eds!” the nickname just slipped. but eddie didn’t correct you or anything. “you’re so sweet to me.”

“how could i not be sweet to a pretty girl like you!” the words didn’t register in his mind until they were already out. his eyes got big.

“you think i’m pretty?”

“uh duh! so does majority of the school!” eddie was in disbelief! were you really that oblivious?

“no way! no one really talks to me in class but you.”

“what about your little cheerleader gang?” you giggled at eddie’s words. god how he loved that sound.

“well today i caught my friends talking about me behind my back so… guess they’re not really that trustworthy.” eddie looked at you, you had a sad look on your face. eddie felt so bad.

“what bad could you have possibly done? you’re perfect!” eddie complimented you. eddie has a way of making you feel better no matter the situation.

“i’m far from, but thanks. to be honest i’m not really sure. they don’t even know i heard them. all i heard was that someone saw me with jason carver, and one of my friends has a huge crush on him! like i would ever do that to her! or to myself! why would i willingly spend time with that douche! he’s not even my type” eddie laughed.

“what is your type? if you don’t mind me asking.” eddie smirked, and right before you were about to answer, there was a knock on the door. eddie got up and you followed him. it was the pizza. eddie paid the delivery guy (like the gentleman he is) and served you a slice, before both of you walked back into his room.

“so are you gonna answer my question?” eddie asked. dammit he remembered you mentally cursed.

“i like guys who are unique, and stand out from a crowd. they have to have a good music taste. they have to be nice to others. i would never go out with a douche. it also helps if they have long hair….” you said that last sentence quietly so he wouldn’t hear. but knowing eddie, of course he heard you.

“are you saying you like my hair?” he said, flipping his hair dramatically. you two were sitting on the floor against his bed, thighs nearly touching. so very close to one another. when he said that he leaned his head closer to yours.

“yes i love your hair.” you said softly. eyes glancing to his lips. eddie doing the same. soon you felt a hand rest against your jaw.

“can i kiss you y/n?” eddie asked. you nodded, and you felt his soft lips meet yours. it was the best kiss you’ve ever experienced. his lips were so gentle against yours. eddie, feeling more confident now, slipped his tongue into your mouth. he was so heavenly. you guys kissed until you had to pull away to catch your guys breath. maybe you should get music recommendations more often from eddie, if this was how it would end up.

both of your guys cheeks were painted a light shade of pink as you two got ahold of your breathing.

“if it wasn’t obvious, i really like you y/n.” eddie mumbled.

“yea i got that.” you gave him a smile. “i like you too.” you two ate your pizza slices, while stealing glances at eachother making you and eddie blush.

gareth was never going to believe what just happened.

-

requests are open💋

-s⭐️

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem! cheerleader! reader #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson mutual pining #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #pinkdaiisies #stranger things fanfiction #pinkdaiisies works

[sunflowersteves]

gods i missed you so much! it's so nice to see you came back (i am a little late to say welcome back ik, sorry). you're one of the best writers here and you can bet i was super happy to find out you're back and writing for stranger things 🥹 well and can i join the sleepover and ask for 🍋 with eddie munson, where he's with reader who kinda has tics and it's his first time seeing her do it. well, its not really tics i think, but idk how to call it. just something comes to mind and they have the urge to say/do it. like whistling, clapping hands, saying things heard from a movie etc. even grab someone and playfully bite them sometimes, yea... need some representation for myself i guess

hi my love!!! ty you so so much🥺💌you’re too kind but I’m so glad you’ve found me again! and you bet I’m in my stranger things era!! of course u can join my love, feel free to send in as many as you like!!

join my sleepover <3

eddie first started to notice your stims when you would absentmindedly grab his hand and fiddle with his rings

he never minded though

he found it quite sweet that you were always drawn to him

and you definitely were

In some way or another, your hands were always on him

the most amusing tic that you had was biting

oh man, you loved to bite

you’d be talking about how exciting hellfire was the other day

and then you’re just biting his forearm

and it just, scratched that itch you had in your had in your head

he’d burst out laughing, he found it so so cute

you tried to shy away at first

but he wouldn’t let you

he practically shoved his hand to ur mouth

“Go on, pretty, you can bite when you need to.”

UGH

HES JUST SO!!

and he definitely doesn’t care when any of your stims happen

you could be surrounded by a bunch of mental heads after a gig

you could tell he wanted to impress all of them

But you couldn’t help that feeling again and so you started to whistle

all of them turn to you, mostly in surprise

you at first thought it was because you were whistling and you felt embarrassed

but then, “hey, that’s so cool!”

unbeknownst to you, your brain had chosen an iron maiden song that Eddie was listening to on the way there

and oh wow, eddie was so fucking giddy

practically jumping up and down because first, his baby is so cute and fucking awesome and secondly, which is just a perk, the other metalheads loved it

he’d press a long kiss to your temple and intertwining your hands together with a big smile on his face

another one of your stims is just spouting out movie quotes

Steve would be pouty as another girl had left the family video

“Well, that’s it. I give up on women.”

Robin scoffed, “really? you didn’t even try to ask her out.”

“Do or do not. There is no try.”

Eddie would just turn to you, “oh my god, did i make you up in my dreams? seriously, holy shit—”

Sometimes when you get into the shower, you’re making the psycho noises

and Eddie can hear it from your room, and he can’t help but laugh so hard

bc he just loves it so much

and he loves you so much

He’d call from your room, “I love you, pretty.”

You would just laugh and shake your head, “I love you too, eds.”

#vic’s sleepover ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson fluff #fluff #stranger things #stranger things headcanons #stranger things fanfiction

[bxngthedoldrums]

a petekey reading of so much (for) stardust

aka you knew i'd do this aka i didnt take four literature classes in college for nothing aka make sure your tinfoil hat is SECURED to your noggin aka dear lord forgive me for committing sins of petekey in the year of 2023

look. i have to do this or i don't deserve this blog. amen

~ love from the other side

okay. yea, immediately the "you were the sunshine of my lifetime" thing is sort of sus, because we all know pete wentz and anytime sun or summer is involved it's Something. this is solidified in "summer falling through our fingers again" in verse 2, but it's interesting that he uses "ours" in this lyric bc i feel like recently most of pete's summer lyrics have been pretty self-inflicted. it's impossible to not note the whole "inscribed like stone and faded by the rain" in the bridge v. "the tombstones were waiting" line in bang the doldrums. i shant even elaborate u can pick up what i'm laying down!

~ heartbreak feels so good

i think this song is pretty light on petekey imagery but "light from a screen of messages unsent" kinda reminds me of "some nights it gets so bad i almost pick up the phone" in ginasfs but i could be reaching for Sure. let's be real that's all i do

~ hold me like a grudge

honestly i think this is one of the worst petekey offenders on the album. this one had me gawking at my screen as i read the lyrics. "thaw out my freezer burn feelings for twenty summers" ??? be SERIOUS pete... "part-time soulmate, full-time problem" yeah I GET IT I GET IT !!! the whole thing reeks of 2005 summertime fling

~ fake out

"do you laugh about me whenever i leave?" bonkers ass line,,this reminds me of pete's lj writing in those years after 2005,,,"my mood board is just pictures of you, but i'm not sad anymore" YEAH. this is SO pete holy fuck. that classic wentz obsession,,"we did for futures that never came and for pasts that we're never gonna change" this line's got me on the fuckin FLOOR. also classic pete!!! his perchance for nostalgia is just insane and he really feels it huh

~ heaven, iowa

i dont even know how to get into this one. "kiss my cheek, baby, please/would you read my eulogy?" SICK and TWISTED evil!!! evil!!! "i will never ask you for anything except to dream sweet of me" jesus h christ the melancholy is off the charts but holy fuck this song is so,,,tender? i dont know wht to say but i know this was written w summer of love intention. i know this in my heart. "scar-crossed lovers, forever" OKAY I KNOW !!! this song is DEVASTATING verse 2 is fucked UP and the bridge is too!!! "closed my eyes inside your darkness and found your glow"???? i cantr og on

~ so good right now

i can't really discern any particularly petekey lyrics in this one right away but the whole "i cut myself down to be whatever you need me to be" is pretty fucking wild

~ i am my own muse

there's some really sad lyrics in this one ab the whole future-not-going-as-planned thing that comes up so frequently in pete's writing but honestly the whole "let's twist the knife again, twist the knife again like we did last summer" thing made my head explode. every lover's got a lil dagger in their hands!!!

~ flu game

im not gonna sit here and type out ths whole fucking song but oh my GOD bro. this song to me is a really nice callback to pete's older style of lyricism but that comes with the self-deprecation and all the other really sad shit. it's beautiful! it's horrible! i love it!!! its about mikey i cant even pul out a few lyrics just LISTEN

~ baby annihilation

another fucked up one that literally anyone else in fob should have vetoed but OKAY?? "time is luck and i wish ours overlapped more or for longer" MAN SHUT UP. "self sabotage at best, under your spell/but you know what they say, if you want a job done right, you gotta do it yourself" ..........dude. if you're like me and you've poured over pete's oooold lj posts from the mid 2000s you already get it, but if you havent,,,go do it and get back to me bc this is TOO MUHC im unwell. "what is there between us if not a little annihilation?" i think i hauve covid

~ the kintsugi kid (ten years)

this song is really fucking sad actually. there's so much fear of being forgotten on this album and it's showcased really beautifully in this song,,,mayhaps not the most obviously petekey song but god damn

~ what a time to be alive

this song's about covid and quarantine n it's pretty easy on the whole suffering from a fling in 2005 thing! good job pete and fob

~ so much (for) stardust

this song is kinda suspicious but there's very few lines that really solidify it as a petekey song,,, altho "i think i've been going through it, and ive been putting your name through it" is a really interesting lyric. and OF COURSE, "in another life, you were my babe/in another life, you were the sunshine of my lifetime" happy xmas war is over

#petekey #had to do it to em #man what the FUCK goes on

[firewoodfigs]

any royai headcanons? :)

hi anon!! I'm SO sorry it took me forever to respond, but ah thank you for the ask--this is especially fun now since ao3 is down, much to everyone's dismay!!

I should preface this by saying I've just been writing fic and hardly engaging with canon material LMAO so I unfortunately only have paltry crumbs to offer at this point but there have been so many interesting h/cs going around, and it's always fun to see the fandom coming back to life again :)

some completely random and bizarre royai headcanons (this is more crack than anything else because I have about two brain cells left):

roy is a simp

riza is a simp

roy loves shrimps (and also loves peeling them for riza because he is a simp)

riza forces him to finish his vegetables

they are each other's emergency contacts

they 100% got it on before the promised day. how else could they have been so agile after literally sustaining life-threatening injuries???

roy is a generally reckless driver but drives with extra caution whenever riza is on board as passenger princess bcs that's his precious cargo right there

riza has a nifty collection of his shirts that she routinely wears as PJs (back to point no. 2)

roy has a burgeoning collection of dog toys bcs he was the asian dad who claimed he didn't want a pet but is obviously deeply in love with the dog

riza would make breakfast first for the dog and give roy crumbs and roy would be like aww yea that's fair (also "that's my wife")

riza is secretly an amazing singer and roy is always looking for ways to sneak in karaoke sessions during team bonding activities

but nobody wants to go for karaoke because roy is tone-deaf and deadass cannot sing. when he's drunk he just raps and that gets everyone on their knees begging for mercy

roy was very excited when riza started growing her hair out because he's always dreamed of getting to braid it with his own two hands, yadayada

riza on the other hand adores it when roy rolls his sleeves up

tldr they are both thirsty and in need of something more than a drink or two

riza fell in love first but would sooner die than admit it

riza decided to pick up xingese while in the countryside so that she could listen to the songs and read the poems that roy enjoys in secret

roy on the other hand really loves buying first edition copies of poetry books for riza. i'm sure he's also loaded so no biggie (apart from the possible mesothelioma but honestly first editions are worth inhaling some asbestos or whatever for)

roy's nickname is tailor swift because he's really good at sewing and has made riza more than one dress

roy's black coat is gucci

#royai #as u can tell I have zero brain cells left but this was very fun to come up with #asks #thank you anon!!! and sorry it took me forever to respond AAAHHH I HOPE YOU ARE WELL <3

[gaysullengirl]

𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞, 𝐭𝐰𝐨. 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

❝ there's no hiding from the thought

of us, i got ways to find you anywhere. ❞

- how many things, sabrina carpenter

Isabelle sat at her new desk, located to the left of Emily, across from Spencer, and diagonal to Derek. 

She stared at her nails as she zoned out, when she was offered her dream job at the Behavioral Analysis Unit the last thing she expected was her ex to work there as well.

For four years Isabelle thought about what she would say to him if given the chance- but all she did was freeze.

"Sorry there's so much paperwork." Jj commented, putting papers on Isabelle's desk.

Isabelle blinked, "No I understand." She said and began filling them out.

She couldn't help but look to Spencer sitting in-front of her, she could tell he was pretending to read the case work in his hands.

Isabelle immediately noticed the eye bags under his eyes and she resisted the urge to ask him how much sleep he got but it wasn't her place, she wasn't his girlfriend anymore- she wasn't even his friend.

Spencer had a more 'dead' look to him, maybe it was the lighting or Isabelle's memory playing tricks on her but he used to look more lively, now he just looked melancholic.

She wanted to ask him how he'd been, what he'd been up to the past four years but she pushed that down.

She wanted to know if he carried the same longing for her that she did for him, if he looked for a piece of her in everyone he meet, if he listened to a song and wanted to tell her 'this reminds me of you', if he cried himself to sleep at night thinking of her.

Isabelle knew she shouldn't feel bad for herself, she left him and tried everything to erase him from her mind.

୨୧

Isabelle climbed into her bed and closed her eyes, she had spent the day filling out boring paper work and attempting to avoid Spencer.

She couldn't not think about him, every single interaction they had fighting it's way back into her mind.

"What's the answer?" Isabelle heard over the music blasting in her ears.

A hand in front of her shot up and she heard the boy mumble, "Correct! Good job Spencer!" her professor exclaimed.

Isabelle heard faint whispers from a group of people to her right, she took her headphones off to hear their conversation, "He's such a show off" one of the girls exclaimed, "Right, and that dorky ass haircut." one of the guys laughed.

Isabelle noticed Spencer quickly grab his things and leave the classroom.

Twenty minutes later Isabelle walked out of class into the courtyard and noticed Spencer sitting on a bench.

"Hey, are you okay?" She asked him, he looked up at her and shaded his eyes from the sun, "Yeah, I'm just sensitive, that's all." he sniffled.

"I'm Isabelle" she smiled and held her hand out, "Oh, I'm sorry I have a germ thing, the amount of pathogens passing during a handshake is staggering, it's actually safer to kiss."

"So next time you'll have to kiss me" Isabelle smirked slightly, "Sorry?" Spencer's voice went up an octave and his eyes widened.

"I was joking, Spence." Isabelle teased, she rarely approached anyone, let alone flirt with them but something drew her to Spencer.

"Oh, yea." He blinked and admired Isabelle, "How did you just know that off the top of your head?" Isabelle laughed slightly and sat next to him on the bench.

"Oh, I have an eidetic memory" "That's crazy, my mom had a photographic memory!" Isabelle exclaimed.

"Really? virtually no adults have that, although two to ten percent of children-" Spencer cut himself off "Sorry, I share statistics and facts a lot, I'm sorry." Spencer apologized, worried he blew his chance.

"No it's okay, I like hearing them" Isabelle smiled "Really?" Spencer questioned and examined her face attempting to find a lie, "Yeah!"

"Do you maybe wanna get coffee sometime?" Isabelle asked, "Yeah, that would be nice" Spencer replied and started walking away.

"Wait! I didn't get your number" Isabelle called after him, "Um- It's behind your ear." Isabelle ran her hand through her hair and a small piece of paper fell out.

'Here's my number xxx-xxx-xxx -spence ;)' it read.

authors note!

second chapter 💞

#jade’s works ⋆·˚ ༘ * #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #fbi agent #fbi #mgg #alexa demie #fanfic

[spacenintendogs]

3 10 16or 17 for the httyd asks!!

3. Did you play School of Dragon? If so, what dragon(s) did you have?

i tried back in 2018 but my laptop couldn't handle it. i never got past the tutorial with toothless and immediately uninstalled it and then was still devastated when they shut it down :')

10. What are your favourite songs from the soundtracks?

the big 3: forbidden friendship, test drive, and romantic flight.

see you tomorrow is a BANGER

all of the jonsi songs!!

once there were dragons is also so good... listened to that on repeat after i saw the hidden world in 2019

16. What is your favourite plot arc?

edit: i realized this said plot arc and astrid's character arc doesn't rlly count but for plot arc: hiccup & snotlout's arc of learning to respect each other more in riders/defenders of berk. basically the screaming death arc!!

astrid's in the first movie... it's near perfect and her role in the story is so vital bc her mind being changed makes stoick's mind being changed so much more believable. astrid's arc is such an interesting throughline to see the movie through. astrid being the most viking like of the teens and taking everything so seriously only to decide to give hiccup a chance (yes she was hanging off a tree rlly high off the ground and then only apologized bc toothless was whipping her around as payback for her attitude lol) but once toothless calms down that's when astrid rlly sits back and gives toothless & hiccup a chance & you just. see her relaxed for the first time in the movie and smiling so wide and it's SOOOOOOO. i love her so much.

17. Do you read or write HTTYD fanfic? If so, give some recommendations!

i do both!!

for reading, i haven't done a lot & i am kinda particular abt what i read (i heed tags & stuff seriously!! they're there for a reason!!) but!! from recent memory & my bookmarks

promises, promises is by @artinandwritin and it's abt her httyd ocs and @beebooca's oc set post the hidden world (except the dragons are still there!!) and it's such a fun exploration of the effect things can have on oc characters based on what happens to the canon characters they're connected to!! it's very good (and i am honored to have helped beta read :'))

translations by @bignostalgias is a hijack fic where jack frost ends up on berk after following silver dream sand (and ends up becoming "alive" again) and there's the whole thing where he's confused abt how berk exists and seems to be behind modern day and dragons exist. everything is so thought out and carefully put together and i just can not wait for more!!

frowny kisses by @tysonrunningfox bc my snotstrid loving ass adores those losers so much and op has got them DOWN!! the original snotstrid person fr fr i am begging y'all to pls check out their stuff!!!!!!!!!

also fics by @eemoo1o-tfrmoo & @kolasharkattack are also rlly rlly good!!!!!!

and yea i write fics lol but i go through spurts of YEAH UPDATE LET'S GO WOO and then quickly losing steam & updates come rarely even tho they take up so much space in my brain bc writing hard :')

the summer snotlout jorgenson got laid is tied to my modern au & it's abt the brief period astrid & snotlout decided to try dating & obv they break up but hey. unrestrained summer fun :)

burn is a series following astrid & snotlout's friendship. there's only 2 fics rn but windburn is complete and heartburn is a work in progress. i have a few fics for series stewing around in my brain as well but!! yea!!

then there's the calm dragon nip provides which is basically my fishlout smokes weed fic and it's not even a year old yet & tbh i'm not happy with it at all but i don't regret it enough to delete it. u can read it if u wish but i'm not proud of it. c'est la vie.

and those are my most recent fics!! and then my docs are just. full of incomplete bullshit lol <3 ty!!

#httyd #httyd ask game #rose answers #stonequiet #httyd fanfiction #rose writes #<- if u wanna see my wips lol #mona tag #emma tag #em tag

[moonlight-sonata99]

Angel Baby

Echo x Jedi!Reader

Songfic

Go listen to the song....RIGHT NOW

Warnings: episode 8 spoilers! Mutual pining, angst?? read at your own risk luvs :-; O66 mentions,weapons.

A/n: we crying in the club- anyways couldn't get this song out of my head while thinking about this so..why not. there will be part 2. bt i want to see how he will come back so its gonna be a while TT

“ I need a lover to keep me sane”

“Echo?” a  voice calls out to the man as he had his back turned in thought, [Name] walked closer to him clearing their throat and fidgeting with their fingers, 

“Echo..?” they whisper again,Echo who now heard the person behind him looked back. 

“[Name]?what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with omega?” frantically he looked around as you slowly nodded.

“Omegas with hunter so its fine” [Name] nodded slowly and sitting down in the pilot seat next to him,

“Is it the dreams again..?” echo asked glancing at [Name] who lifted their knees up to their chest and kept their gaze to the floor.

“Yea..i had them last night id-” 

“There's no need to explain yourself, i-” He stopped himself “I know how it feels like, having those type of dreams, “ Echo explained, [name] softly smiling,shifting their gaze to echo.

“Thanks…” 

“Pull me from hell, bring me back again

Play me the classics

Something romantic

Give him my all when I don't even have it”

I always dreamed of a solemn face

Someone who feels like a holiday

“You must be ridiculous, obi-wan?with Duchess Satine? Anakin, you truly always surprise me.” {Name} scoffed as they walked amongst the velvet hallway as the jedi in back of them pursued.

“[Name] I know you out of all people would love to tease obi-wan about this.” Anakin admitted behind them as he grinned.

they] stopped and slowly turned their head to the man. 

“Perhaps…” they said turning their back to Anakin and slowly began to walk.

Anakin kept his gaze on the person in front of him, as he made his way to them again.

“Your usually quiet today…” he trailed off as you let out a sigh. 

“I just-” 

“Do you like obi-wan??” anakin blurted out, wide eyed [Name] turned quickly

“NO!” {Name] covered their mouth and coughed. “No, it's not like that!” they hissed at him.

“Then..?” anakin asked, looking at you, [name] sighed and looked around. And lifted their hand to their mouth and whispered.

“Do you remember Master Orion? I heard she got stripped of her rank because she loved another” [Name] whispered looking around as anakin looked at them. 

“So?”  anakin asked, shaking his head. 

“If obi wan wi-”

“Is it really so bad? To love another person??” anakin asked again with frustration in his voice. he huffed turned and walked away, as [Name] stood there wide eyed

‘Was it…so bad..?’

‘Falling in love..?’

“But now I'm in pieces

Barely believing

Starting to think that I've lost all feeling

You came out the blue on a rainy night

No lie”

“DONT COME NEAR ME!” The hooded figure screamed flailing the weapon around as the group dropped there blasters,

“We're not gonna hurt you!” Omega reassured, clearly worried for the individual in front of her.

“Omega!be careful!” Hunter warned with his hands in the air to show that he had no weapon.

“Y-your clones…” the figure mumbled the weapon still in their hands, “Why aren't you shooting at me..?”

“We have no reason to shoot you,we're not like the other clones.” Echo stated, inching closer to the figure.

“T..they killed all of my friends…my family…” they mumbled shaking their head tears following down their cheeks 

Omegas eyes softened 

“We have to help her…” she whispered as hunter looked back at the small girl.

“I-im so…” the figure trailed off softly before collapsing to the ground and dropping their weapon.

“Are they okay?!” omega exclaimed running towards the figure. 

“They are alright, They seem to be fatigued.” tech states adjusting his goggles looking at the figure.

“They also appear to be carrying a lightsaber.” he adds looking at the lightsaber that now rolled on the ground.

“A jedi…?” wrecker asked picking up the lightsaber.

I'll tell you how I almost died

While you're bringing me back to life

Echo sat across from [name] as he listened intently to their story,

“Then..when I returned it felt odd, there was something…so wrong in the force..” [Name] explained holding their palm to their temple as they looked to the floor. Echo nodded softly, his gaze still on [name].

“Then my team started shooting at me” they croaked out. “I was so scared..” 

Echo looked down, laying his elbows on his knees. Deciphering what to say.

Sniffling you look up,

“You dont need to say anything..it just..”

“Feels good to finally let it out?” echo added as [Name] smiled

“Yea..”

“I just wanna live in this moment forever

'Cause I'm afraid that living couldn't get any better

Started giving up on the word "forever"

Until you gave up heaven, so we could be together”

“You're not going with them?” echo asked [Name] made their way back into the marauder and turned their gaze to him.

“No, i..” name trailed off avoiding echo as their heart began to race.and they rubbed their arms

“I guess i- grew attached” they chuckled, smiling sheepishly. 

“I'm going to stay, if you guys would let me!” 

“Of c-”

“Of course!!!” omega chimes in the front of the ship,

“Omega...” echo scolds

“Sorry,sorry...”

.” You're my angel

Angel baby, angel

You're my angel, baby

Baby, you're my angel

Angel baby

All the sick and twisted nights that I've been waiting for ya

They were worth it all along, yeah”

“So…your telling me…that you face planted into the water?” {Name] repeated as echo looked away taking a sip from his drink as [name] held in their breath.

“Dont.laugh.” he warned as name shook their head.

“Im not-!” they coughed and placed a hand in front of their mouth. “I'm not, I promise!” they blurted out as echo turned his gaze to them with a “don't do this’ expression.

“Echo- PFFT” name bursts out laughing as echo sighs with a smile and looks away.

“Omm sorry-” [name] mumbles covering their mouth coughing, they settle down and place their palm against the countertop.

“Okay okay..so- im sorry i can't!!” they laugh as echo lets out a small chuckle.

Just a little one.

“You're my angel

Angel baby, angel

You're my angel, baby

Baby, you're my angel

Angel baby”

{Name] watches as omega whose teary eyed make her way onto the ship, they sigh and turn to echo.

“So..this is it?” they mumble out as echo looks at them.

“For now.” echo replies as {Name} looks away a warm sensation starting to pool in their chest.

“Any idea of when you’ll come back at least…?” [name] ask and echo shakes his head.

‘Hm…” they hum as they stand crossing their arms and looking down at the floor. Their chest is heavy, and their vision becomes blurry.

“Hey,we went over this…I'-.” echo states placing a hand on [names] shoulder as name nods.

“I know,i know... i just…” [name] sighs shaking their head. “This is where you're needed, I understand…” they whisper. Echo gives them a small smile,

[Name] hand reaches for echos and holds it,

“Until then, dont die!” {Name} warns letting go his hand and turning to rex 

“Take him care of him for us” they say as Rex nods.

“You have my word General”  he states, Nodding you turn back to echo.

“Well i..can't keep the squad waiting..i’ll take care of them. So don't worry your head off” they tease as echo chuckles.

“We’ll see eachother again.” echo states, {Name] smiles tears threatening to fall. They turn around and begin to walk back to the ship, as they climb back on the marauder, glance behind them to meet echos gaze again and give a small nod. Before making their way in as the door closes behind them.

Angel

Angel baby,

 angel (you're my angel, baby)

You're my angel,

 baby (you're my angel, baby)

Baby, you're my angel

Angel baby

#the bad batch x reader #Thebadbatchechoxreader #tbb echo x reader #tbb echo x you #tbb fanfiction #echo fanfiction

[chessalein]

five songs & three outfits - Nori

I was tagged by the wonderful @theviridianbunny. Thanks Bunny! ♥

Rules:Post 5 songs associated with your OC, followed by 3 outfits they would wear.

I will do it for my one and only Nori!

🎵 songs 🎵 (I stole this because its cute and I don't know how to do them)

1 ♥ Grace Potter - Something that I want 2 ♥ Reinaeiry - Sway 3 ♥ Samurai - Never fade away (that was a surprise for everyone in the Welles house) 4 ♥ Mariah Carey - All I want for christmas is you (extra festive) (Yes she listenes to it the whole ear long and Vincent HATES it) 5 ♥ Anguy & Julia Stone - Santa Monica Dream

Wow that was hard. Today is really not my music day.

Lets come to her outfits!

Noris style is very elegant and cute and light colored. She doesn't like to show too much skin, but what she loves are bows and frills! She mostly wears dresses because she was raised like that and she looks almost like a little doll sometimes because of her upbring as well.

She loves flowers and bows so she has no dress that hasn't one of these things. She used to wear ones with LOTS of layers like back in the days, since she lives in NC she had to tune the layers down or she would die from the heat. She isn't good with heat at all.

She gets often weird looks when she is out, so she tries to go for dresses that are more normal in NC but still have her style over time.

Yea, thats it :) Tagged is everyone who wants to play!

More outfits under here because I want to show off what Nori wears during the night and whetever! Looking for her outfits was so much fun, now I'm in full outfit mode!

At night!

Later when she is more adapted and has a lazy couch-potato day, she wears thick socks, leggings and a way oversized hoody she got from Misty. Its one of Jackies old ones that smells after one of his old colognes, but didn't tell her. When Jackie saw her with it, he asked her where the sweater comes from. She told him its from Misty and that it smells really good. He could imagen that she gifted it to her as a sort of "Comfort hoody", knowing that she would love it, so he hadn't have the heart to tell her or else she would have given it back to him, embaressed that she held on to it so much. Plus he thinks it's cute how she almost dissapears in it.

When she is somewhere cold, she wears one of these:

I don't know more yet! But the more you know, you know? Also I got tired. Thanks for sticking around.

The End

#Tumblr OC Tag game #OC: Elenore “Nori” Finch #Its okay Nori #your dresses are loveley and so are you

[theturningsucks]

MIles fairchild scene analysis

TW// talks about SA and grooming, not graphic.

these arent all the scenes, just the ones i found important to MIles's characterization

in the bathroom: Doing what quint groomed him to do, he looks back at kate when she looks away I think hes confused why she didnt look/come in

Ball in hallway: trying to protect flora, not allowing an unkown adult to be around flora for any amount of time. drawing Kates attention away from Flora and onto him.

Bed "kiss" scene: genuinely trying to apologize, doing what Quint groomed him to do, kissing to apologize.

Horse riding: repeating what Quint told him, trying to compliment her in the way Quint did to him.

Car: kate isnt listening to Flora when she asks her to stop, MIles will take it to the extreme to make sure Flora is listend to. and he knows kates somewhat scared of him so that leds to him yelling "stop or ill fucking kill you"

keeping the Lights on won't keep you safe: "yea lol i know you're afraid of being SA by Quint but keeping the lights on didnt help me so it isnt going fo help you"

Tattoo: Trying to give her to compliment to get on her good side, but he doesnt understand that isnt appropriate

Leave like everyone else: Miles is sorta in this constant back and forth of wanting Kates attention and being deathly afraid of her, he looks suprised and dissapointed she actually does leave.

CD: dissociating into window, listen to the lyrics of the song Miles is listening to (mother - courtney love)

Kate: “i know u were close” triggering PTSD memoris of quint, gripping leg trying to calm self down. Playing drums to try to shut kate up and stop himself from crying

mrs jessels Diary: Quint was stalking and preying on mrs jessel why wouldnt he do it to Miles who he was “best friends with”. Even if he didn’t SA him why wouldn’t he at least forcefully involve him in the sexualization of mrs jessel. Thats in itself is extremely traumatic to a 12-14 yr old

Miles and the swan (deleted scene, also in a dream sequence): MIles says“it isnt me” despite having blood on his hands, meaning it litterly isnt him he doesnt want to do these things but he was conditioned to. 

Horse chase (dream sequence): seeing quint phase with him, showing how Kate is starting to understand the impact Quint had on him. flora being an obstacle. Not in a mean way but Miles doesnt allow for his actual struggles to show through, his whole thing is to protect her but with her there kate cant help him.

#miles fairchild #finn wolfhard #the turning 2020 #the turn of the screw #the turning #kate mandell #flora fairchild

[mimi-croissant]

Did you make any hucklebread headcanons? Can I see them?

I have been thinking about this ask and then realized I have never posted ANY of my Hucklebread headcanons so let’s gooo

Huck has an amazing hair routine but a horrible skin care routine

Bread has a horrible hair routine but great skin care

Bread and Huck have spa days sometimes where they just relax and talk, the others join then sometimes

On these spa days they paint each others nails and do fashion shows and watch movies with lots of snacks

Huck is definitely the type to be able to sleep literally anywhere while Bread cannot sleep unless he has his perfect mattress and silk covers /hj

(He would fall asleep on Huck’s shoulder and when he wakes up he would be so confused)

Huck is a super heavy sleeper. He sleep talks/snores unless he’s really comfortable sleeping (he’s completely silent with Bread)

Bread wears a complete set of PJs and Huck just has a t-shirt and shorts. Big pants little shirt gay and little pants bugs shirt gay

Huck likes to mess with Breads hair which he pretends bothers him but it really doesn’t

Bread takes Huck on a shopping trip when he decides Huck NEEDS more outfits than his flannel, so cue fashion episode where Huck absolutely goofs off and Bread is trying to find something not terrible

Huck: so Bread is so sweet and funny he pretends to be mean but I can tell he always listens to me and I love talking to him and his hair is kinda soft once all the gel is off and his eyes are so pretty especially when he laughs and I love his laugh he smiles beautifully when I play him music and—

Strawberry: awe you must like him a lot huh…

Huck: yea he’s a really good friend :3

Bread has sweaty palms whenever he and Huck hold hands

He hates it but Huck thinks it’s cute even though they hold hands ALL THE TIME

Bread has to pry Huck off of him sometimes so he can actually write stuff on his clipboard and do his job

Bread is very smart on his own and Huck is still oblivious but when you put them together it’s like a piece of fruit cake. Dense

They genuinely cannot tell the other has a crush on them even though it’s kinda obvious

Strawberry and co are just like guys… c’mon…

Huck likes to share stuff with Bread a lot (like snacks, specifically) (but also in other senses like sharing his music and songs and sometimes clothes)

Berryoke is a tradition for them they are the berryoke DREAM TEAM and will crush anyone who challenges them to a berryoke battle (yes they do sing at their sleepovers practice makes perfect) (maybe they sing love duets sometimes but it flies over Huck’s head and Bread just has a soft spot for love songs so he doesn’t REALIZE)

I think about them a lot can you tell <3 my favorite guys ever

#ask mimi #berry in the big city #strawberry shortcake berry in the big city #strawberry shortcake #hucklebread #huckleberry pie #bread pudding #most of these are older and came from my notes app #but i did add a few new thoughts #i really thought i had already gotten a hucklebread ask then realized i HADNT #so i had no fear of repeating anything

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

(Missouri bar continued, TWEAM, it's a long one...)

We sit down at the table with Dee and start some small talk. He asks me where I'm from and I tell him Michigan. He says he lived there for a year. I say no shit, when? When I was 15 in '01. Well I'm a bit older than you cause that's the year I graduated.

We discuss our hobbies. I told him I like to decorate for holidays and have dinner parties. He says I'm a Martha Stewart type, huh? I say sure, if Martha Stewart listened to metal while she baked cookies. He chuckles but there's a glint in his eye like he likes what he hears.

I tell him Dee's husband is a doctor and after his residency they decided to set roots in St. louis, so I'm here a lot to visit. They just bought a nice house so I get my own room.

As we are talking I'm feeling anxious. So I reach for my anxiety ring that I just bought. It's on the middle finger of my left hand and you play with the beads to distract yourself. He notices and asks me about it.

"Oh, That's an anxiety ring. It's meant to give you something to channel your nervous ticks. I bite my nails. Especially in traffic."

"Wow, I will have to look into that." He says.

"Well, I have this keychain..." Rummaging through my purse. "I don't use it cause I never have my keys in my hand" I hand it to him. "Take it. Maybe you can rig it to your belt loop and use it in interviews or something."

He stares at me. "Really?...thanks, that's....kind of you."

"No problem."

He looks sad and I try to change the subject.

Suddenly Dee speaks. "Shit, we have to go...the kids are driving my husband insane."

"Oh...ok"

I turn and smile at Evan and go to speak and he interrupts with "I can drive you home.....if..you wanna stay longer.."

I look at Dee. "Will you be ok", she asks, skeptical

"Oh yea, please don't worry. I'm one of the good ones. She'll make it home safe." He looks sincere.

"Ok then...." Dee says it's been great and gives me her house key in case I'm out too late "be careful, please"

When she's gone, Evan asks if I want to dance a bit. We go out on the floor. He can DANCE. He's multi talented apparently. I got a shiver thinking about what else he's good at. When they blink the lights we realize it's last call and we are closing the place down. It's 1am. Holy shit. Am I in a fever dream?

We look at each other and I say "well damn, I wish we didn't have to end this" I smile softly.

"Well we have a car ride so we can an extend it a bit"

We walk to his car and he sees I'm shivering. He takes off his denim overshirt and places it over my shoulders.

"oh, thanks"

He opens the passenger door for me and I scoot in and buckle up. He comes around and gets in the car and I tell him where Dee lives. Not far. He looks disappointed.

A song comes on the radio as we drive and I start singing. "You have a pretty voice" he says

"oh thanks. I sang through high school." I laugh.

We pull into Dee's driveway and he parks. He doesn't waste time.

"When do you leave? Can I see you again?"

"I leave the day after tomorrow, but we have plans all day tomorrow." I say.

"Can I call you?"

"I would love that" I say.

I give him my number and he texts me a winky face. He's so damn adorable. I save his number.

I turn my head and he's inching close to me. "Can I kiss you?"

I go in for the kill and he responds. We start kissing slow and then pull away. He's staring at me with his intense eyes and I shiver again. He smiles. This time when he leans in he parts my lips with his tongue. I brace myself with a hand on his chest. We kiss until I pull away and unbuckle. He does the same. I climb onto him and straddle him. He's hard so I press into him and he lets out a choked sigh. I keep pressing over and over. He slips his hands under my shirt and caresses my back. I gently touch his face. I pull away.

"Want to come in?" I ask. He just nods yes.

"Let's be quiet. They are most likely sleeping" I say as I open the front door with the key Dee left me. The lights are off and it's quiet. My room is at the top of the stairs. Easy peasy. I turn to him.

"want anything to eat or drink before we go up?" I whisper

"no thanks" he says

I take his hand and lead him quietly into the room I'm staying in. I softly close the door and kick my shoes off. There's nothing to do but get started. And indeed we do.

We practically run to each other and start kissing hard and passionately. He's clawing at his denim shirt on me and throws it on the floor. Next the cranberry vodka stained shirt finds a place in the corner. He cups my breasts through my bra. I start tugging up his white tee shirt and then we clumsily undo each other's pants. He's pulls away and is hopping on one foot, then the other trying to remove his hiker boots. We laugh softly together. We take off our pants and let them drop. His erection is in full stature. We stare into each other's eyes. He asks if he can take my bra off and I say yes please. It drops to the floor. He starts softly rubbing below my nipple on my breasts. I plead....please..

He runs his thumbs over my hard nipples. Goosebumps invading my body. He bends down and puts his hot mouth on one nipple and kiss/tongues it. Then the other. His hot breath warms me enough to make me shiver. He says I need to control that, playfully.

I ask him if I can touch his face. His eyebrows furrow and he says yes with a soft, slightly sad look. I touch his face and he closes his eyes.

"You doing ok?" I ask him.

"Yea, it's just been awhile and you have the sweetest touch" he whispers. "You're just so kind" I pull his head towards me and kiss the freckle on his nose.

"Is it ok if ....if I touch you?" I whisper in his ear.

He nods yes. And he sighs in anticipation. I tuck two fingers in his boxers and gently pull them down. His penis bounces as I pull the fabric over it. He's beautiful. He's....a perfect size.

I start gently rubbing and stroking. I know where the sensitive spots are. So I lightly graze my fingers over them. Then I start rubbing the tip of his penis with my thumb. I feel his precum and I look him in the eye as I put my thumb in my mouth and taste it. There's an instant change in his eyes. Animalistic.

He takes my head in his hands and kisses me then he starts walking me backwards to the bed. The only article of clothing left is my panties. He sits me down and and gets on his knees.

"Can I?"

"Please" I plead

He tells me to lie down and he takes off my panties. The next thing I feel is his scratchy beard against my labia. And his tongue is licking my clit. It's moving in sweet circles and I let a deep groan out. He spreads my legs more and he nuzzles me. Beard and hair grazing over sweet nerve endings. I say oh,god. He pulls away.

"do you need more stimulation? I know it's hard for some women during sex..."

"I do." I say. So he continues. He puts two fingers in and starts thrusting them. Before he occupies his mouth again he tells me to play with my nipples. His tongue meets my clit and he starts swirling it again. Then sucking. Then kissing. Soft. Then sucking hard.

"oh, God keep doing that. I'm so close!" I whisper scream.

Then sweet obliteration. I have to cover my mouth so I don't scream too loud.

He takes me thru it and then he urgently gets up. He scoops me up in his arms and moves me across the bed to the pillows. He keeps his arm behind me. He kisses me hard and then...

"Are you ready for me?" Sweetly

"Yes"

He lowers his hips and he slowly enters me. We both moan so loud it makes us chuckle. He presses himself into me and then asks me to wrap my legs around him. I do and he pushes in all the way. I let in air between my teeth and his breathing quickens.

He starts going in slow upward motions. He's hitting a spot I never knew existed. His face is buried in my neck and his hot breath feels amazing. His arms never leave my body. He starts moving faster and I tell him I'm getting closer. He whispers "oh, good" and keeps going. He speeds up and it's like I'm floating on a cloud. It's so surreal. And this man is the sweetest man I have ever made love to.

Quicker he moves and pushes me over the edge. I scream his name. I can't stop myself.

He looks at my face the whole time. When I'm done he starts thrusting harder. So hard and it feels so freeing to me. It feels so beautiful that this man is using my body to ease himself into his pleasure this way. His breathing quickens and he groans "ooooh God. Ooooh God. Oh fuck, it's coming. Oh FUCK!!. He lets out cries of pleasure. His arms still wrapped around me. They tighten with the rest of his body. He collapses on top of me and I entangle my fingers in his curls.

"you have no idea how you make me feel" he says breathless.

"But, I think I do" I reply. Still holding this sweet man.

oh let me get comfy to read this

#fic