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sanguineterrain · 1 year

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no other will do - e.m.

Summary: You're home from college for the holidays. Eddie's playing a show and he wants you to be there. How can you say no to the boy you've been in love with since freshman year?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word count: 4.8k

Warnings/tags: mean girl who is jealous of reader, friends to lovers, absolutely lovesick eddie. this man is so in love with you!!!

Eddie's waiting in front of the gate when you come out.

You'd honestly believed you'd convinced him not to come. Five times on the phone you had told him he didn't need to. It's a long drive from Hawkins to O'Hare International Airport. You're on break, Eddie's probably busy; there's no way you'd expect him to spend a day chauffeuring you to town.

But there's his van.

Eddie is not dressed properly, despite it being November, clad in a leather jacket and jeans. His hair is tied back in a ponytail. You're struck with the urge to run over and kiss him.

No! No. Bad Y/N. You'd gone to college four states away for a reason. Yes, it had the program you wanted and branching out of Hawkins was necessary. But more importantly, it gave you ample space to get over your longtime crush on your best friend.

Mission failed, obviously.

"Eddie," you call weakly, waving.

He looks up and his face splits into a grin. Eddie meets you halfway to the van, taking your suitcase.

"I distinctly remember telling you not to pick me up from O'Hare," you say, following him to the car.

"How long have we been friends?" Eddie asks. "You should know by now that anything you tell me not to do, I'll do it."

"So if I had asked you to pick me up, you wouldn't have?"

Eddie pretends to think about it.

"Hmm. Nope. I'd still be here. Gotta make sure Hawkins' princess arrives safely."

He loads your suitcase and closes the door. Then he turns to you, beaming. Your heart does a flip-flop.

"Missed ya, sweets," he says softly.

"I missed you too, Eds."

He pulls you into a hug and you melt. Eddie’s warm and smells like that familiar spicy cologne you’ve been homesick for for the last three months. All the promises you'd made yourself about not getting soft and dumb for Eddie Munson fly out the window. You're hopeless. And he doesn't even know it.

He releases you and opens the passenger-side door for you, then gets in on the other side.

"This is pretty," Eddie says, turning the ignition.

He tugs on the hem of your green knitted sweater.

"Oh." You swallow. "Thanks. It's new, I got it at a shop near school. They have a guitar store, you know?"

"Yeah? Did you go inside and wow them with your knowledge about heavy metal?"

"No," you giggle. "I'd never look at guitars without you. 'S sacrilegious."

“Sacrilegious, huh? Am I some kinda guitar god?” Eddie grins.

“I’m not gonna answer that and blow up your already giant ego.”

“Ego! That’s it. Outta the van, princess.”

“No chance,” you say, clicking your seatbelt. “Royalty deserves proper treatment.”

“You called my bluff,” he sighs. “I have a hard rule about never kicking pretty girls out of my van.”

You turn to look out the window so Eddie won’t see your reaction to that. He starts the car and pulls out of the pickup zone.

“Hey, so,” he says. “Speaking of guitar gods, we, uh… got a gig.”

You snap your head back.

“You did? Where?”

“It’s called Excalibur, ‘bout twenty minutes from Hawkins. Kinda feels like a sign,” he chuckles.

“A paying gig? Eddie, that’s amazing! I’m so proud of you,” you gush.

Eddie’s suddenly shy, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Really?”

“Of course I am. I always believed in you. If anybody can be a rockstar, it’s you.”

Eddie glances at you, then back at the road. He seeks out your wrist and squeezes. He might as well be squeezing your heart.

“Thanks, princess,” he says fondly. “Well, so, what I wanted to ask is: will you come? I’d get you in for free, obviously.”

“Eddie, it’s a business—”

“That can afford me bringing a plus one,” he finishes with a wink. “Non-negotiable.”

“You want me to come? I’m not exactly heavy metal.”

“Of course I want you to come, sweet thing. You’re my best friend and you’ve supported me from the start. I know it ain’t your scene, but you don’t have to stay the whole time! We’ll probably go eat afterwards and you can meet the others.”

“Others?” you ask.

“Yeah, well, since we got booked, we’ve been scoping out the place. We met this other band, Birds of Prey. The lead singer, Missy, she’s cool. Real Janis Joplin vibes, y’know?”

“Oh.” Missy. Of course Eddie had met a girl. You couldn't expect him to just not. Eddie’s a sweet guy. Funny. Handsome. Love of your life. Et cetera.

“So you’ve met a lot of… girls?”

Eddie glances at you and shrugs.

“Some.”

“Like on dates?”

Shutupshutup. Eddie’s too clever for you to be asking direct questions like that. You might as well hang a neon sign around your neck that says jealous!

He laughs.

“I’m really not the kinda guy people go on dates with, angel.”

Which is not true. At all. If you can figure out Eddie’s a winner, any girl with a half a brain can do the same. But you don’t tell him that, because you’re selfish and pathetic.

“I want to go,” you say instead.

Eddie lights up. “Great! Oh, awesome. It’ll be a bitchin' show, promise.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

Eddie seeks out your hand, rubbing your knuckles. You smile despite the acute feeling you’re sealing your doom.

Friday comes fast. You spend most of your time before Eddie's show agonizing over why you love tormenting yourself. Then he rings you up and asks if you'll come over for a pre-show soiree. And because you're a sucker for Eddie Munson, you say yes.

You've been to the trailer before. It's not strange at all for you to be here. Wayne knows you well. But for some reason, this feels different. When you saw Eddie everyday, you could pretend. His constant proximity was normal then. Now, after three months apart, you're a lovesick calf. It's just like when you'd first realized your crush on Eddie back in freshman year. You'd been an absolute mess and it'd nearly cost your friendship.

You've sworn not to make that mistake again.

Eddie’s room currently looks like a tornado ran through it. Clothes are strewn everywhere. You dodge a flying bandana from your place on the bed as he continues to rifle through his closet.

"Eds," you sigh. "Does it really matter what you wear?"

"Of course! It's a statement."

"But the whole point of metal is to not care," you say. “Come back so I can do your other hand.”

Eddie obeys. He kneels one leg on the bed and sticks his unpainted hand out. He’s got a bit of black kohl around his eyes and brand new spiked boots. You make sure not to look at his face for too long so you don’t do something really stupid.

You laser in on Eddie's fingernails, carefully painting them with black nail polish. He holds his breath every time you get close, still as a statue.

"Actually, the point of metal is to protest societal structures you don't agree with, like the government,” he says. “Metalheads definitely care if you're not dressed for a concert."

“But I thought everything in your wardrobe is metal.”

“Yeah, but—” Eddie gestures to his Metallica tank top. “This isn’t concert metal. I have a reputation, y’know.”

“Well, I’m not dressed for a Corroded Coffin concert either,” you reason. “I don’t own anything metal.”

You’d tried, for the record. You'd found a charcoal gray sweater and black tights. That’s about as close to metal as you can manage.

“That’s okay, princess. You’re so pretty, you don’t need to wear proper attire. I, on the other hand, need to look like I eat souls for breakfast.”

You cap the polish. Eddie thinks you're pretty.

“Okay, done. Don’t smear it.”

Eddie wiggles his fingers with a grin.

“You’re a doll. What if I pair this with my jacket? Or wait! What about my torn black jeans?"

Eddie gets up, hands poised delicately. He stops at his closet and pouts.

"I'll ruin your hard work," he frowns. "D'you mind helping me look mean and scary?"

You get up with a smile.

"Impossible. You could never be mean and scary."

"Way to crush a guy's dreams, princess."

You shrug. "Somebody has to tell you."

You gently push through Eddie’s “clean pile.” You pick up a leather jacket and a torn sleeveless top that says Devil’s Advocate.

“What about this one? You look nice in this one,” you say, holding it up to him.

“Nice? I can’t look nice! I’m not going to prom, Y/N.”

You sigh.

“Fine. You look mean and scary. Straight from the Underworld. Satan himself. Better?”

Eddie shivers exaggeratedly, grinning.

“Getting me hot under the collar with that talk, princess.”

“Shut it,” you huff, throwing the jacket at him to hide your fluster.

Eddie squawks, dodging the jacket. He wiggles his fingers.

“They’re drying!”

“I’m pretty sure they’re dry now, Eds.”

“We really can’t be so sure, can we?”

You get up with a sigh.

“I am not taking your shirt off, Eddie.”

“Well, ouch, princess.”

He shrugs and in a second, pulls his shirt off. You immediately turn, looking up at the ceiling.

“Jeez,” Eddie says behind you. “‘M not gonna blind you. They show male chests on MTV, y’know.”

“I’m giving you privacy,” you say, face hot. “Now hurry up. You don’t wanna be late.”

You peek, just for a second, and catch a glimpse of pale, freckled skin and a line of hair that disappears under his jeans. Nope, nope. You are not going down that rabbit hole of thought.

“Can you at least help with the jacket?” he asks.

“I suppose.”

You take the jacket and bring it behind him. Eddie sticks his arms through, never breaking eye contact.

“Good?” you check.

“Perfect, sweet thing.”

You frown at the jeans he’s chosen.

“Eddie, those have holes.”

“Yes, dear, I know. I made ‘em.”

“It’s November! You can’t wear clothing with holes.”

Eddie beams, eyes scrunching. You cross your arms.

“What?”

“Nothin’,” he says. “‘S just nice you care so much ‘bout me not getting sick. You really are a sweet thing.”

“Well, I don’t want you to be sick over my visit.”

“Purely selfish reasons, huh? Tsk tsk.” Eddie shakes his head.

“No! I just—wanna spend time together,” you say. “And we can’t do that if you’re sick.”

“Alright, alright. What if I wear my lightly torn jeans? ‘S that fair?”

Eddie steps away from you, beginning to undo his belt. You panic.

“Uh, yeah, yep! Fine! I’ll go start the car.”

You scurry down the hall and grab Eddie’s keys. You get into the van. By the time Eddie comes out, the car’s already warmed up. He wears jeans that have significantly less rips. Eddie puts his guitar in the back, then gets into the driver's seat. He smiles at you.

“Aw, look at you, keepin’ my seat warm.”

“Because you have the blood circulation of a vampire,” you reply with an eye roll.

“Vampire and the princess. Now there’s an underrated literary trope.”

Eddie looks at you a moment more. Then he seems to make a decision, sliding off the cross on his middle finger and putting it on your left ring finger. Your eyes widen.

“Eddie—”

“For luck,” he says.

“But… I’m not playing.”

“I know.” He shrugs. “But if I know you’re wearing my ring, well, I gotta make you proud. Don’t wanna be an embarrassment while you’ve got my ring on.”

“Oh, Eds. I am proud. You’re doing it.”

Eddie gives you the softest smile you’ve ever seen.

“Thanks, sweet thing.”

“You’re welcome. Now you really have to drive, Eddie. You’ve got a half an hour till your show starts.”

He checks his watch.

“Shit! Alright, hold onto something. We’re cutting this twenty minute trip down to ten.”

Eddie ends up making some questionable driving advances. Halfway through, you question if you should’ve gotten into the car with him. But you get there on time.

Eddie ushers you out.

“Eddie, just go, it’s okay. I can find my way inside.”

“Oh, absolutely not, princess. This crowd is rougher than The Hideout’s. Plus, I gotta get you in somehow. C’mon, pretty girl.”

Eddie keeps his guitar in one hand and you in the other. You’re practically glued to his side as he corrals you both to the back entrance.

“Hey, Sal.” Eddie waves at the bouncer parked at the door. “Everybody’s inside?”

“Sure is. You’re on in ten. Better hurry.”

“Thanks. This is Y/N. She’s with me.” Eddie nods to you.

“No guests, Munson,” Sal frowns.

“Watch it, Sal,” Eddie pushes back. “She’s not a guest. She’s my girl. Came all the way from college to see me. Y’mind? We’re on a tight schedule.”

Sal looks at you. You hope he doesn’t ask questions; you have all the speaking ability of a fish right now.

“Hmm. Fine. No tricks.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Eddie grins, tugging you through the entrance.

“You lied to him,” you whisper when you’re far enough away. “Eddie—”

“Sweet thing, what was I supposed to say? Had to get you in. And I didn’t lie, okay? You did come from college and you are my girl. Only girl I’ve got, right?”

“But… you made it sound like we’re—”

“Dude!” Gareth hisses. “Where the fuck have you been?”

Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Chill, Gare-Bear. We’ve got time. Where’s Jeff?”

“Bathroom. Hi, Y/N.”

You wave shyly.

“Hey, Gareth. Cool chain.”

Gareth gives Eddie a look. You don’t know what it means, but whatever it does makes Eddie’s cheeks redden. He turns to you and squeezes your waist.

“I gotta go. Stay in the front so I can see you, ‘kay?”

“Why? Afraid I’ll run?”

“Nah,” he grins. “Just rather look at your pretty face instead of these ugly mugs.”

“Hey!” Gareth huffs.

“Eddie…” you tut. “Be nice.”

“Not nice. Mean and scary.”

He makes Devil horns with his fingers and sticks out his tongue. You giggle.

“See you after,” you say. “Good luck!”

And with that, you brave the crowd. Immediately, you feel out of place.

You’ve been to Eddie’s shows before at The Hideout. But this crowd is bigger and definitely a more intense scene than Hawkins. Most of the crowd is already drunk, or at least buzzed. They’re loud with excitement and unaware of their surroundings. You focus on not getting pummeled and on finding a seat up front like Eddie’d told you.

A group of girls push past you. The ringleader knocks into your shoulder and gives you a dirty look. She has long, dyed purple hair and black makeup. Her features are striking and perfect for the atmosphere. You wish you could fit in like she does, at least for Eddie’s performance. You’re starting to feel like you might be the embarrassment tonight.

“Watch it,” she snaps.

“Sorry,” you mumble, and grab a seat.

Thankfully, nobody else bothers you. It’s only another minute before the lights dim. The first band is clearly very popular, judging by the howling cheers they get. Their frontman is covered head to toe in tattoos. You make a note of a green dragon inked on his neck. Eddie will like that one a lot.

You do your best to match the energy in the room, despite not knowing many songs. Eddie’s played a few bands for you, but since metal isn’t really your thing, you’re lost when it comes to the less well-known bands.

After the opening act finishes, you see a curly head of hair poke out of the curtains. Eddie searches for you. You wave and he finds you then, giving you a big smile.

“Having fun?” he yells.

“Tons!” you shout back.

He gives you a thumbs-up and disappears backstage. The curtains part.

“And now, Birds of Prey!”

The group of girls who’d bumped into you step onstage. You clap lightly and stay seated. Their lead singer, the purple-haired woman, gets to the microphone. Missy.

“You guys ready to hear some real music?” she laughs.

The crowd screams.

“Good!”

They launch into Enter Sandman. Missy has a perfect voice for it, raw and raspy. You prefer Eddie’s voice, sweet and low. He always complains it’s not metal enough. You’re sympathetic but you secretly love that Eddie can croon, if he really wants to. Sometimes he does, when he’s had a beer or two and is sleepy with affection. Then he’ll sing along to Wayne’s Buddy Holly records. Your very own Eddie Munson exclusive.

Bird of Prey finish after a couple songs. You politely clap with the crowd.

“And now, something fresh!” the emcee announces. “Corroded Coffin!”

You jump from your seat, clapping excitedly. The band comes out. Eddie dances around the stage, hyping up the crowd. They eat it up. Eddie’s born to perform.

His eyes find yours and he blows a kiss. You shake your head. After all these years, Eddie still flusters you better than anybody.

“Those ladies before us were pretty dope, huh?” Eddie asks the crowd.

They scream their agreement. He grins.

“Hope you guys like Ozzy.”

Eddie is beautiful. He plays guitar like it’s an extension of himself. Everyone else is yelling to the lyrics, nearly drowning out the sound. You can only stand and stare. You probably look ridiculous gawking at them. But oh, well. You love Eddie Munson. If you look like a fool, so be it.

Jeff closes their performance. The crowd goes wild with applause.

You go backstage before the next band goes up; once the lights go down, it’ll be impossible to navigate the crowd. Backstage is thrumming with energy. You spot Birds of Prey first. Missy locks eyes with you. She struts to you, brow raised. You draw your shoulders back, braced for a fight.

“Princess!”

Eddie drapes himself over you like it’s been years since you’ve seen him as opposed to forty-five minutes. You hug him back, tearing your gaze from Missy.

“Hi, Eds,” you say.

“Hi, sweet thing!”

He squeezes you hard, curls tickling your cheek. Ah, yes. This is why you’re here.

“You were amazing,” you gush. “Really, really wonderful, Eds.”

Eddie looks like you’ve just told him he won ten million dollars.

“You really think so?” he asks. “Not just pumping my ego, are you?”

“No, Eddie. I loved it. Especially the Dio one.”

He grins.

“Oh, I know. Saw you dancing, pretty.”

“Stooop,” you whine. “Don’t make fun of me, Eds.”

“I’d never. You’re the best dancer there, angel.”

“Yo, Munson!”

One of the performers waves at Eddie.

“We’re heading out! C’mon.”

“Yeah, Eddie,” Missy coos. She looks at you. “Bring your friend too.”

Your stomach twists. Eddie turns to you.

“Hungry?”

“Oh, um… sure. Where are we going?”

“This burger joint. ‘S not far. I’ve been there loads of times.”

“With Missy?”

Eddie gives you a funny look.

“Sometimes her band comes. Wanna check it out?”

You don’t want to be a drag. Eddie is genuinely excited, hopped up on adrenaline. The rest of the band will be there too. It’s not fair to make him take you home.

“Okay,” you say, trying to smile. “Sure, Eds. Sounds great.”

Missy, luckily, takes another car. So it’s just you and Corroded Coffin in Eddie’s van. Jeff and Gareth chatter about the show and songs they should play next. You’re in the front seat, because Eddie always has you sit up front no matter who’s in the car.

“Eds?” you ask.

“Hm?”

“Are you, uh… h-how well do you know the bands that played tonight?”

Nice. Subtlety +100.

“The first guys who performed, Black Tar? Not that well. Their frontman, Beetle, he’s kind of a legend at Excalibur.”

“With the dragon tattoo?”

“That’s him. Staring at other guys’ tattoos, huh?”

“Actually, I was thinking the dragon would look much better on you, Eds.”

Eddie grins.

“Yeah?”

“Mmhm.”

“I have been thinking of getting a new one. You haven’t chosen a tat for me since freshman year. High time we continue the tradition.”

“I think a blue dragon would look cool,” you say. “On your back or something.”

“My back? But then no one would see it, sweet thing.”

“I’d know it’s there.”

Eddie laughs.

“Would you come with me to get it?”

“Of course,” you say. “I always do. Even when you got your bats from that skeevy guy at The Hideout.”

“Now Bill was a nice dude and dirt cheap. ‘Sides, my arm didn’t turn green, did it?”

“Thank God,” you huff.

“Always worrying about me, sweet thing.”

“Somebody’s gotta make sure you don’t wreak havoc on unsuspecting Hawkins.”

Eddie pulls into the parking lot of Brey’s Beef. Big deals on big beef! the sign reads. Your chest tightens at the sight of Missy and her band inside. Eddie reaches for your hand and squeezes.

“Ready?”

“Yeah, yeah. Ready.”

Eddie opens your door and you curse how sweet he is and how in love you are.

Brey’s is a tiny burger shop that looks like it time-traveled here from the 50s. You go with Eddie to the counter and study the menu boards while you wait in line.

“Their milkshakes are to die for,” Eddie whispers in your ear.

“To die for, huh? Munson approved?”

“One hundred percent.”

You order a cheeseburger and a strawberry milkshake. Eddie orders an ungodly creation called The Demon and a mint chocolate milkshake. You make a face.

“Hope you like your toothpaste shake,” you snort.

“Mint chocolate is superior,” Eddie shoots back and pulls out his wallet.

“Eds, wait—”

“No, no,” he says, pushing your coin purse aside. “I’m paying.”

“Eddie, no, c’mon…”

“Who got paid tonight?” Eddie asks, shaking his wallet. “Lemme treat you, princess. ‘S not like I get to do it much this year.”

Eddie pays and scoots you to the condiment counter. You sigh, shoving your coin purse back in your coat.

“Eds, I would’ve paid. You should save that money.”

“‘S okay, sweet thing. You’re worth it.”

God, how can he just say those things? He has to know what they do to you, doesn’t he?

“I’ll wait for the food, ‘kay? You can sit down.”

You glance at where the others are and try to hide your grimace.

“Okay, Eds. Thanks.”

You take the seat at the end of the table. Missy and her band are in the middle, heavily flirting with the Black Tar members. As soon as she spots you, she stops. Her smile doesn’t reach her eyes.

“So,” she says. “This is the famous Hawkins Princess I’ve heard so much about.”

“Just Y/N is fine,” you mumble.

She laughs and tosses her hair over her shoulder.

“Didn’t know Eddie hung out with your sort.”

“My sort?”

“Y’know.” She gestures. “Normie. Uptight. Did you even know any of the songs tonight?”

“Some of them. Eddie’s played Dio and Sabbath for me.” You turn to Beetle. “Your opening number was a really cool cover. Judas Priest, right?”

Beetle winks at you. “Hell yeah it was. Thanks, Hawkins.”

Missy sneers.

“Well, you know how to pretend, I’ll give you that. I’m surprised, though.” She turns to her friend. “Remember when that one townie wandered in? How embarrassing.”

Her friend giggles.

“Oh, yeah. He was so jumpy too. God, what a freak.”

The word makes you feel sick.

“Eddie thought it was hilarious too,” Missy adds. She looks at you. “I guess metal’s not for everyone.”

“Lay off, Miss,” Beetle says. “Don’t be an ass.”

“I’m not!” she squeals. “I’m just saying, y’know, people should stay in their lane.”

“Eddie says metal is for everybody,” you say, stronger than you feel.

“Of course he’d tell you that,” she scoffs. “And then you’ll go back to college for six months and he’ll forget all about you. Eddie’s not gonna want somebody holding him down, duchess.”

And that does it. You can’t take anymore. You’ll apologize to Eddie in the morning for walking out but right now, you’re tired. If this is the girl Eddie wants, you won’t fight.

Missy whines after you, syrupy venom sinking into your brain.

“Running already, queenie?” she mocks.

Eddie told you once there’s no shame in running. He said taking shit isn’t heroic. If you can, leave. So you do.

It’s windy and freezing. You know it has to be midnight at least. November nights in Hawkins aren’t known to be mild. You pull your jacket tighter around your shoulders and walk down the sidewalk. Maybe you can hail a cab or something.

Something wet hits your cheek. You wipe away the tear. Another falls, then another.

“Y/N, angel? Wait up!”

Eddie catches your bicep, tugging you around to face him. Fuck. You’ve never been good at lying to Eddie. He can see right through you. You have to think of something.

“Sweet thing, why are you crying?” Eddie pulls up his sleeve and brushes your tears. He looks devastated. “Princess, please don’t cry. Who did this? Tell me, I’ll make sure they don’t bother you again.”

And you can’t help it. The name falls out.

“Missy,” you gasp.

Eddie’s immediately confused.

“Wh—Missy? She made you cry?”

You nod, sniffling pitifully. This is not how tonight should’ve gone.

“What the fuck,” he snaps, and you flinch. This is it; this is where Eddie chews you out for starting drama with the girl of his dreams.

“Oh,” Eddie whispers, eyes wide. “No, no, ‘m sorry. Not mad at you, babe. Sorry, sorry. I just—fuckin’ cannot believe she made you cry. How shitty can you get?”

“I shouldn’t be crying,” you say. “I shouldn’t, it’s stupid, I just—”

“Hey, hey.” Eddie pulls you into a hug, rubs your back in slow circles. “Stop it. Don’t say it’s stupid. If it made you upset, it’s not stupid.”

“I know you like her,” you cry into his shoulder. “I don’t mean to ruin that, I—”

“Whoa, what? Sweet thing, Missy’s just another singer. We’re not betrothed or anything.”

“But you said—over the summer—”

“Yeah, we got to know each other. But she’s just part of the scene. And there’s a bajillion people like that. She’s nothing special, princess, no way. She definitely doesn’t hold a candle to you.”

“But she is metal. And I’m not. And I’m gonna go back to school soon and you’re gonna find somebody who knows all of Dio’s albums and plays Dungeons and isn’t scared of getting tattoos or piercings or—”

“Y/N,” Eddie says. “I don’t care about any of that. You could religiously listen to the Hot 100 like Harrington does, whatever. Doesn’t matter. Won’t change the fact that I’m crazy about you. Nobody’s got my heart but you.”

Eddie freezes. Slowly, you draw back to meet his gaze.

“You’re crazy about me?”

He gnaws the inside of his cheek, looking everywhere but you.

“I, uh… y-yeah. I am.”

You hold on tighter because it feels like Eddie might try to back up first so you won’t have to push him away.

“I’m crazy about you too,” you confess.

Eddie’s eyes go big as dinner plates.

“Me?”

“There’s never been anybody but you,” you inform with delight.

Eddie’s smile is sweet and a little bashful. He surges forward, hands landing on your hips. You put your arms around his neck.

“Kiss me, Eds?”

“Anything for you, sweet thing.”

Eddie is gentle. He moves his arms up, trying to block you from the wind chill. You play with the ends of his curls. It’s everything you’ve wanted since freshman year and more. Eddie’s warm and everywhere. You feel him smile against your lips.

“Told ya you’re my girl,” he murmurs.

You smile softly.

“Sap.”

“Oh, I mean, uh—” Eddie clears his throat. “You’re my girl in a mean and scary way.”

“Very convincing.”

“Thanks, baby. Wanna get outta here?”

You frown at the windows.

“I kinda wanted to try those Munson-approved burgers.”

“Oh! Shit, hold on.”

He hands you the keys and runs inside. You turn on the van, cranking the heat to four. Eddie flits from the counter to the table. He says something to Missy she does not look happy about. You wiggle giddily in your seat.

Eddie returns shortly. You roll down the window so he can give you the food and shakes. Then he gets into the car, blowing hot air into his hands.

“I hope you didn’t start a fight with Missy,” you frown.

“I just told her to stay the hell away from us.” Eddie shrugs. “Turns out Beetle chewed her out plenty.”

“Seriously?”

“Oh, yeah. You made quite the impression.” Eddie grins and nudges you. “You’re more metal than me, sweet thing. Gareth and Jeff are getting a ride back with him.”

You grimace.

“I guess they weren’t too happy about us ditching them.”

“Nah, they were understanding. Told them I wanted to take my girlfriend home.”

You laugh, warmth flooding you.

“Oh, really. And what did they say to that?”

Eddie grins.

“‘It’s about damn time.’”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x yn #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x reader #friends to lovers

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Hey I know you’ve probably already been asked this but what type of chemistry do you use for breaking bread like biochem and where did you learn this or have any book recommendations to pick it up? Also ty in advance I love your writing!!💕💕

oh my fucking god. oh my god. buddy. buddy you have made my fucking LIFE ASKING THIS OH GOD

So like, most of the chemistry I've used so far has just been Genchem and O Chem(with a wee few modifications to make it believable as a Cybertronian discipline, like Transformium being able to hold 4 bonds like Carbon but preferentially forming bonds w metals and needing an EMP pulse to interact w more electronegative atoms) I may wind up needing to get into a bit of Inorganic chemistry, but that's probably fewer and further in between. If you want a better handle on the stuff I'm writing or if you just want to learn more in general, then I'd recommend giving yourself a lil crash course in Genchem and then delving into O chem a bit more extensively (protip : you need WAY less Genchem then you'd think to fully understand O chem. God I wish someone had told me this 5 years ago. If you search "Genchem for non majors", you'll probably learn enough that way.)

THAT SAID : here's a chaotic, not really in any order list of the books/youtube channels/etc that I've directly used/am using for this fic.

Books :

Caveman Chemistry, Kevin R Dunn - Alot of hands-on old timey historical chemistry lessons w detailed instructions on how to complete them.(YOU GET TO MAKE YOUR OWN ASPIRIN AND DRAIN CLEANER!) Delivered with a delightfully occult bend.

Back To basics,(Reader's Digest) - Survivalist homesteading bible. Not strictly chemistry but has alot of earthy hippy ways of generating energy( biofuels my beloved)

An Introduction to Fire Dynamics, Dougal Drysdale - Honestly this, and any other firefighting manuals are worth their weight in gold for figuring out how to not set yourself and your neighborhood on fire while playing with, well, fire. Trying to look this info up online is like playing russian roulette with intentional misinformation and your fbi guy.

(there's another book I have that's even more detailed but I can't find it right now or remember the name. I'll update this list when I can!)

Organic Chemistry, John Mcmurray 8th edition : generic but good college O chem textbook. You can search around and find free versions to download relatively easily.

The Organic Chem Lab Survival Manual, James W Zubrick - Also a very good way to learn how to not set yourself and your neighborhood on fire when playing with glassware/gases. Very in-depth instructions on setting up and using lab equipment without breaking anything or your brain. Has a fuckton of pictures. Author has a massive sense of humor and makes this heavy subject easy to read. Again, easy to download/find in archives

Unfortunately I do not have any recommendations for Genchem books. I mostly used free online courses like Khan Academy to learn what I did.(I would def. recommend them though)

Youtube Channels :

The Organic Chemistry Tutor : Dude puts everything from reaction mechanisms to retrosynth problems down in the simplest possible terms. Does not beat around the bush with euphemisms or stories, gets right to business. If you have trouble paying attention, or lose your mind when a professor goes off on a tangent, this man is your savior. I have crippling unmedicated ADHD and no STEM background whatesoever and this man still managed to teach me 2 separate ways to execute a Gabriel Synthesis

Nile Red : World's most inefficient and most powerful wizard. I am not entirely convinced he's human. Does shit like turning plastic gloves into drinkable grape soda or making sweeteners out of his own piss and somehow makes it explainable to trash goblins like me who only need the science for warlord pussy.

again, anon, holy shit thank you so much. Like you wouldn't believe the amount of damage you've just undone. i have been beating myself into a pulp and spiraling into anxiety about this fic an trying to do everything right and you've given me enough moxie to fuel me for at least the next 10 chapters. If you have any more questions or more specific questions, please do not hesitate to ask! I can't guarantee I can answer them, but damnit I'll try. Take care and happy learning you funky lil moonbean.

#Breaking Bread #megatron #megatron/reader #I know I don't need those tags but lord I'm relishing the thought of ppl stumbling upon this w 0 context #u know what I'ma go ahead and pin this thing.#Took me YEARS just to find out exactly WHAT I needed to learn and WHERE to learn it #if I can save someone from wasting all that time then that'll be nice

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mynameis-noe-body · 8 months

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Masterlist

For those wondering: I closed the previous mynameis-noe-body blog and opened a new one, to make it a main blog and have free access to dm.

First of all, rules. This is a list of my works, and I will rate them accordingly to Ao3 guidelines. This means they may be explicit and so, strictly +18.

I will write for the following fandoms and more (find more in others).

I will not write underage. I am comfortable with a certain amount of angst and/or violence but it's still up to me to decide what I am okay with.

I will not write for The Marauders fandom, since I do not appreciate those characters.

Requests are closed for the moment. And thank you for reading.

▪️Wizarding World

Shot through the heart

Professor Severus Snape × Original Female Character

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete (multiple chapters)

Summary: Licorice Hatch has traveled the world, fulfilling her dream of becoming one of the most famous writers and reporters in the Wizarding World. Now, she is coming back. Merlin only knows the turmoil she has caused in the heart of her dark, splendid professor. And at the very thought — eager to hold her in his arms again — Severus can't help but relive their whole story, from the very beginning, when it all started with a Wilbur Smith's book and... a two-month detention!

The Old Mill at the Hogsmeade's Eastern Forest

Post-Second Wizarding War Severus Snape × you (F)

Rating: Mature

Status: in progress (multiple chapters)

Summary: A year and a half after the end of the war, Severus still hasn't managed to leave Britain. No one knows of his survival, and for months he enjoys a life of silence, solitude and well-deserved peace. Everything would be absolutely perfect, were it not for you, sitting on his empty tombstone everyday to bring condolences and read some poetry. When it's said that curiosity killed the cat...

▪️Adam Driver Fandom

How to (not) kill a stranger

Kylo Ren × you (F)

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (multiple chapters)

Summary: He glances at you. "A young lady like you shouldn't travel alone, on a night like this." You want to roll your eyes and send him to hell, but he was kind to help you and you don't want any more trouble. "I couldn't really stay in Aberdeen. I knew my old Corolla wouldn't hold up for long, not in this weather, but I wanted to at least get to the Motel for the night." He nods, raises the temperature of the car and you thank him again. He doesn't acknowledge your words. But he smirks. "Aren't you afraid you just crossed your path with a murderer?" You grin. "What are the odds that we are both murderers?"

▪️Stranger Things

Catch me if you can, Chief!

Chief Jim Hopper × you (F)

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: It's the 4th of July in Hawkins, and while everybody's having fun at the amusement park, the only one who's catching your attention is Jim Hopper, Chief of Police — and he's looking at you, equally interested.

This Friday night

Chief Jim Hopper × you (F)

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: All alone on a Friday night, after a long week of college classes, you just want to eat some ice cream and watch a movie. You didn't expect Jim to pay you visit — but god, if it isn't a nice surprise. OR — you and Jim (your father's best friend) get intimate on your parents' couch.

“Nothing to say, hm?”

Chief Jim Hopper × you (F)

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: You let Billy flirt with you a little... that might not be a good idea. Jim will find a very passionate way of showing his jealousy.

Sunday morning: pancakes and...

Chief Jim Hopper x you (F)

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: You make Jim breakfast and decide to wake him up with your hands and mouth.

▪️John Wick Fandom

🖤 Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont 🖤

I am your slave

Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont × you (F/GN)

Rating: Teen & Up Audience

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: You and Vincent play the jealousy game at a public evening gala of the High Table. You end up revelieng almost all of your feelings to each other.

Safe in his arms

Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont × you (F/GN)

Rating: Teen & Up Audience

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: Vincent, who has fallen in love with you and made you his beautiful wife, has never really told you about his true life of crime and murder. What will you do the first time you catch him red handed?

Little dove

Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont × you (F)

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: You're the Marquis' favorite tailor — and you always act so innocent and pure it would just too much fun to ruin you (corruption kink).

🖤 John Wick 🖤

Origami

John Wick × reader (F/GN)

Rating: All

Status: Complete (one shot - drabble)

Summary: A casual encounter lead you and John to looking for each other, wishing to meet again.

▪️Others (open to write for: Alice in Wonderland, Joker(s), Johnny Depp fandom)

Wonderland Chronicles

Tarrant Higtop (Mad Hatter) × Alice Kingsley

Fandom: Alice in Wonderland

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: Alice and Tarrant get inspired by fruit juices and enjoy smutty time, all alone during a tea party.

🔹A list of k*nks without explanation

Severus Snape

Lucius Malfoy

Eddie Munson

Billy Hargrove

Chief Jim Hopper

#harry potter #adam driver #alice in wonderland #starnger things #jim hopper #severus snape #pro snape #snape x you #snape x oc #adam driver x reader #mad hatter #masterlist #request #eddie munson #billy hargrove

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witchern · 1 year

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i was going to put this story in the tags of another post but fuck it, this decade-old memory hit me like a TRUCK thanks to @gerardwayoftheday and it's incredibly special to me.

so, about this photo:

is now the time when i tell y'all i was in the crowd for this performance and specifically picked to stand up front at the barricade for the cameras???

freshman year of college i'd dyed my hair bright red, like gerard's is during this era. not on purpose but it ended up being eerily similar in shade and vibrancy.

ANYWAY. this performance was prerecorded in november. it was fucking cold. two of my new friends had seen an open invite from live nation for fans to line up for free and score a chance to join in the crowd and be part of the recording. they invited me along because they knew i was a fan and by the time we all got there, the line had already wrapped around the block. we waited so long that i had to sneak into a nearby restaurant to use their bathroom.

i don't remember how much time passed, but eventually a live nation crew member walked by our group and did a double take when he spotted us. ME specifically, because of the hair. and i knew it was because of me because he immediately comes up to me and asks if i'm here with anyone. i'm confused as hell by the question, but i point to my friends. he counts that there's 3 of us total and says something into his walkie talkie before he asks us to follow him and skip the line. there's no explanation WHY. we're still confused and we don't wanna leave the line we've been standing in for god knows how long.....but he's already walking away and our curiosity is too strong. so fuck it, we follow the guy down the block and skip the whole line.

he leads us to a much smaller group of fans that have been 'set aside' and asks us to wait with them instead. STILL no explanation. at this point i'm thinking we've been picked for the noisemakers and glasses and shit that they're gonna hand out for the recording.

turns out: nope!! we've been picked because – not to toot my own dumbass college horn – we all looked cool for the camera, so they wanted to put us up front. they hand us numbered index cards indicating our spots up front. i'm given spot #9. i am – to put it lightly – losing my ever-loving fucking mind at this point. but i'm playing it like i'm totally chill. so calm. so relaxed. not at all about to have the excited version of a panic attack. not one bit.

i know "sing" was the song they aired on TV, but they actually played 4 songs to make it a worthwhile evening for us, which was fucking amazing. they played "na na na" and "i'm not okay" and i thiiiiiiink the last song was "famous last words" but i was literally blacking out with joy for most of the night so don't quote me on that. they did dedicate "i'm not okay" to all of us though and you can't prove that i cried, so shut the fuck up.

funnily enough, even with the fire engine red hair, i didn't wind up on camera in a close up shot or anything. my buddy ryan did though!! probably because he's like 50 feet tall:

the most view of myself i was ever able to find was here at the bottom right – next to ryan, who's towering over me. i think he's literally looking down in this moment to make sure i haven't been crushed.

shout out to the other girl toward the center of the screenshot with the matching hair. twinsies <333

but as if all of THAT wasn't enough, as if being up front during a taped MCR new year's eve performance at rockefeller plaza wasn't enough – frank tossed me one of his guitar picks at the end of the night.

it's gonna sound sappy but it's true: at a time when i was on my own for the first time, trying to make new friends in a new city, i've never felt more like i was on the right track in my life than that night. it was fucking magical, no other way to describe it.

SO. that's the story of how i dyed my hair red in a fit of college rebellion and wound up getting picked from a lineup of hundreds of folks to stand up front at a mini MCR show that was pre-taped for new year's eve with carson daly. what a time to be alive in-fucking-deed.

#*t #i'm like. sweating just remembering the adrenaline rush lmao.

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Story time!

Let me start this with an apology because I really am sorry for being MIA for so long. I'll be graduating college this year and am REALLY fucking nervous of what's the next chapter of my life would be like.

So I guess you could see why tumblr was the last thing on my priority list lmao. But thankfully I have a lot of free time in my hands now so I'll probably be here a lot now :)

Now on to the story.

Back then, my school used to held 2 days camping trip every year for us to 'get along with nature,' they said. We didn't mind it because it usually is a lot of fun.

We arrived and did the usual. Got divided into groups, set up our tent, eat, play games, etc. I didn't get to see H during that time, only a glimpse every now and then. Howevere, things eventually got interesting when the moon came to play.

We all gathered around a HUGE camp fire and each of the groups have to perform one by one in front of the whole crowd so it's basically a talent show. Being the lazy ass we were, our group decided to perform a song. It went by quickly, we sang, and I saw H in the crowd grinning and cheering me on. Had an overall wonderful time.

After the talent show, we scrambled and got back to our tent. Me and my friends talked for a while, and then we decided to sleep outside because it was too hot inside the tent. We put a big rug on the grass outside of the tent, got into our sleeping bags, and tried to fall asleep. And if you're wondereing, yes, the teachers were okay with it.

After some time, I realized that the others were asleep. I tried to do the same and just kept my eyes closed. Maybe a minute passed by before I hear a whisper near me saying,

"Ave, I know you're awake."

I opened my eyes and saw H, crouching near my feet, looking at me with that playful smile that I (used to) love. Being the teased that I was I just gave hik a look and shut my eyes again.

"You wanna take a walk and drink some tea with me?"

YES????? I got up so fast I'm pretty sure I had a head rush.

We took a little walk and then sit at this little gazebo where the teachers kept all the food and supplies. He made us some tea and for a while, we just sat there in silent.

"You were amazing back there."

When I tell you I blushed SO hard, thank god it was dark. We went on and chat for more than an hour under the stars. We talked about a lot of things; our family, his career, my future, our passion in music, we even gossiped about some of the people in school lmao. Truly one of the best moments I've ever had.

After a while we decided it was time to go back. By the time we got there, 2 of my friends were actually awake and were having a chat with one of the teachers. I went on to have giggly conversations with my them which ended up being a little too loud, so H and the other teacher told us to try and have a shut eye and decided to stay nearby so they could keep an eye on us.

At times my friends and I would stifled a laughter and H would give me (only me, might I add) a playful scold. At one point, my other friend made a noise and H laughed and said,

"Oh c'mon ave, go to sleep, the sun's coming up."

I was about to yell out that it wasn't me but the other teacher beat me to it. He was trying so hard not to laugh too hard while saying,

"It wasn't even her!"

"Wait, what?"

I ended up falling asleep with a huge grin on my face.

Tbh with you guys, I still can't believe that moments like this actually happened. If I come across a story like this the first thing that I would do is assume it was fake. Yet here I am, reliving it.

#male teacher crush #tcc #teacher crush #teacher crush community #tc community

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vmprgrl-2005 · 1 year

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I never told you what I do for a living (hotline miami-jacket x reader)-part three

"Kiss me hard before you go, summertime sadness. I just wanted you to know, that baby you the best"

part one part two wattpad link

word count-3k

warnings-strong language, blood, violence, injury, a tiny bit of angst

an-this is the second to last part! hope you like it:)

The next time I open my eyes, a bright light blurs my vision. As the haze of sleep starts to wear off, I realize that I’m in a hospital, hearing the soft beeping of a heart rate monitor next to my bed. My entire body aches, and my head is throbbing. I try to put a hand over my eyes to soothe the pain, but I can’t lift my arm more than a few inches, I’m handcuffed to the bed. “What the hell?” I exclaim, confused as to how I got here and why I’m restrained. I look around as much as I can without moving my aching body, no one else is in the room. I start to panic. I don’t know where Jacket is, or if he's even alive. My breathing quickens, realizing that the somewhat normal life I used to know has been torn apart. The sound of footsteps outside of the door shakes me from my thoughts. I pretend to be asleep, but the sped up beeping of the heart rate monitor gives me away. Someone opens the door cautiously and approaches my bed. “Hey, kid,” I hear an unfamiliar, nasally voice say, “Come on, we gotta talk to you.” I flutter my eyelids open, attempting to pretend that I just woke up. There's a cop next to my bed, taking in my form with a sympathetic look and standing with his hands on his hips. “Good, you’re finally awake,” he says, somewhat under his breath, “Ok, listen” he continues, but my still sleep-ridden mind can’t focus on the words that leave his mouth. What is this dude thinking? “Is my boyfriend ok?” I interrupt. I don’t even know if he knows Jacket, or if I want to hear what happened to him right now. “Oh, blondie? Hasn’t woken up yet.” he says bluntly. “Kids lucky, bullet barely missed the front of his brain.” His words make my stomach churn. I stare down at my hands as he speaks nonchalantly, trying not to reveal how emotional I am. “When will he wake up? I want to see him, '' I say. The officer sighs and places his hands on the railing of my bed. “Look kid, I’m just here to ask you if you have any idea what lover-boy was doin’ in his free time.” I can tell he’s getting frustrated, and thank god I’m good at playing dumb. “What do you mean? Did he do something wrong?” I plead, being sure to add a hint of fear to my voice. “Well…” He looks around the room somewhat frantically, unsure of what to say next. “Your boyfriend is a suspect in more than a few murder cases. And not just shootout in the back of the alley murder, full-on massacres, entire buildings taken out in one night.” He winces as if the words hurt to say. It's not hard to pretend that my entire world just collapsed, as it already did just a few hours ago. I let a few of the tears that have already welled up in my eyes fall. This guy can’t take a hint, and keeps talking, “I know this probably isn’t the best time, but I gotta ask you a few questions, no one else seems to know who he is.” I try to keep up my innocent act, but I can’t hide my annoyance as I huff an “Alright” under my breath in response. “Ok, can you tell me what kind of car your uh...boyfriend drives?” I look at him with watery eyes, “He totaled his a little while after we got together, we both use my car.” The officer nods, not letting his professional facade slip. “And what kinds of clothes does your boyfriend wear?” He hasn’t broken eye contact. “He’s almost always wearing his college letterman, I told him he looked good in it once and now he never takes it off.” I say, allowing myself to smile. “He’s got a job?” the officer continues. “Yeah, he works nights as a bartender, I can’t remember which bar though.” I add a bit of confusion to my voice and rub my head as if I’m trying to recall something. “Mm hm,” the officer nods his head before flicking through a small notebook that was in his back pocket.

“Alright,” he exhales as he starts toward the door. I lift my restrained arm off of the bed, gesturing at the handcuffs slightly. The officer nods again before making his way back to my bed and uncuffing my arm. It feels nice to be able to move both of my arms again, no matter how horrible the pain from my bullet wound is. As he turns to exit, he points at my arm again. “I’ll be back later, so don’t think about going anywhere.” I give him a small nod, being too caught up in stretching my arm to care about what he has to say. Immediately after the officer is out of sight, I crawl out of my bed and limp over to the small window across the room. I’m on one of the upper floors of the hospital, and I can see the sunset over the beach in the distance. I stare outside, my brain is still trying to catch up with the events of the last day. After opening the window to smell something other than the stale hospital air, I limp over to the door to my room. I miss Jacket, I can’t seem to keep his safety off of my mind. Despite the officer's request, I leave my room, hoping to find out if Jacket is okay. I crack the door open slightly, not wanting to draw attention to myself. There's almost no one in the hallway, so I walk as swiftly as I can, staying out of sight of the doctors roaming around and peeking into every door until I find Jacket’s room.

The door is already open a small amount, and I slip inside. I walk to the side of Jacket’s bed slowly, not wanting to bother him. My heart shatters at the sight before me. There's an IV stand next to his bed, slowly dripping some sort of painkiller into his veins. His heartbeat is slow and his breathing is steady and deep. Bandages cover the entire top of his head, small pieces of his soft hair, caked in blood, stick out. His hands still wear the same tape as they always do, except they aren’t stained with the blood of other men anymore, only his own. I take one of Jacket’s hands in mine and bring it to my face, missing his touch. Sobs rack through my body, I can’t help but feel that I could have done something to prevent this. As carefully as possible, I crawl into the bed next to him, wrapping my arms around his midsection and resting my head on his chest. My sobs soften slightly, and I try to move as little as possible. His body is still warm, and the sound of his heartbeat is more comforting than ever, a constant reminder that he is still alive. I turn my head to look up at Jacket’s face, committing all of his features to memory more than I already have. Slowly raising one of my arms, I run my fingers over his hair, trying to comfort him even though he's unconscious. I move my hand from his hair to his cheek, rubbing my thumb over the soft skin just under his eyelashes. When the pain of holding my arm up becomes too much, I wrap my arms around him again, moving closer to his side and closing my eyes. I don’t care if the cops find me, all that matters is that I’m by his side again. Before I drift off to sleep, I tighten my grip around Jacket gently, whispering “I love you.'' He doesn't respond.

I wake up with arms around me, a pleasant warmth that I’ve missed for what feels like centuries. I open my eyes to the sanitary hospital room filled with orange and pink tinted light from the sunrise and Jacket watching me through half lidded eyes. “Morning, babe.” He rasps, his voice heavy from sleeping for so long. “Thank god you’re awake.” I exclaim, burying my face in his chest. “Somebody missed me.” He smirks, tightening his arms around me. “I didn’t think either of us would make it.” My voice shakes, I’m already on the verge of tears again. Jacket pulls me closer to him and takes my hand in his, whispering “It's okay” while rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb. His words comfort me, even though I know the situation we’re in is anything but fine, people are trying to kill both of us and there's a cop somewhere in this hospital who's looking for me. Despite Jacket’s words, I let a few tears fall, and he wipes them away softly with his knuckles. “Get some rest, I’ll make sure everything is okay,” Jacket says, his voice weak. I’m afraid that if I fall asleep, Jacket won’t be here when I wake up again, but I still feel so exhausted. My eyes close, and just before I fall asleep, I feel Jacket bring his hand to my head and run his fingers through my hair. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you again, I love you so much.” I hear him mutter, barely loud enough for me to hear.

By the time I’m somewhat conscious again, I can tell I’m not in the hospital anymore. I shiver, missing the warmth of the bed I remember falling asleep in. When I open my eyes, the environment I’m in makes me jolt upward, which sends a searing pain through my side. I’m in a trashed apartment, Jacket’s trashed apartment. Rubbing my eyes, I sit up completely, confused as to how I got here. I look around the room for Jacket, hoping that he's here with me. He eventually comes out of the bathroom down the hall, pulling a white t-shirt over his head and adjusting his belt slightly. He must’ve just gotten out of the shower, his damp hair is free from blood, and his bandages are gone. The only memory of his bullet wound is the jagged line of stitches, bruised and blood-caked, that run across his forehead. Jacket lifts his letterman off of an overturned chair before he realizes that I’m awake and hurries to my side. “Look at me. Are you ok? How do you feel?” he says, taking my face in his hands. My entire body aches, the hospital painkillers must have finally worn off. Before I can lie, a shaky “Everything hurts,” leaves my mouth. Jacket’s eyes soften slightly, and he drapes his letterman over my shoulders, which I pull as close to my body as I can. “Are you cold?” he asks, and I nod slightly. He sits next to me and runs his large hands up and down my arms to keep me warm. “Look,” Jacket sighs, “I have something I need to take care of and…I can’t leave you alone.” I can see the guilt on his face when he looks at me. “I’ll be okay.” I reply, looking him in his eyes, trying to reassure him as much as possible. He stands, reaching towards me to help me up. I grab his hand firmly, close my eyes, and push myself to my feet. Jacket looks at me, taking in my shaking legs and how hard I’m gripping his arm to support myself before putting one arm behind my back and one underneath my knees so he can carry me. A small gasp of protest leaves my mouth before I realize how safe I feel in his arms, despite everything, and I reluctantly hold onto him. Jacket walks slowly through his apartment, carefully stepping over pieces of upturned furniture and holes in the floor. Nothing was left untouched, whoever broke in made sure to displace every piece of furniture and steal a few things in the process. As Jacket passes through the front door, I reach up to his face, brushing a few pieces of hair away from his stitches and asking “Does it hurt?” Without meeting my eyes, he replies “You don’t need to worry about me” in a hurried tone. I don’t pry any further, but his words won’t stop me from worrying about him. Jacket makes his way down the stairs more slowly than usual, probably noticing how tightly I’m gripping his shoulders. I eventually relax into Jacket’s firm hold, slumping against his shoulder. I wonder how he’s so calm about this, maybe he doesn’t want me to know he's scared, or maybe he's been doing this for longer than I thought, he never told me when the phone calls started. The pleasant feeling of the humid summer air against my shivering body shakes me from my thoughts as Jacket walks outside to his car.

Jacket’s once spotless delorean has been completely destroyed. Most of the windows are shattered, the driver’s side door is hanging off, and “whore” is written in white spray paint across the hood of the car. He walks to the passenger side door, gently placing me in his now ruined car before climbing into the driver's seat and putting the key into the ignition. As always, music starts blaring immediately. Despite how fast Jacket flinches and turns the volume down, I can still tell it's the cassette I made him last month with all of the love songs he didn’t want to admit that he liked on it. As he pulls out of the parking spot, he pulls a cigarette out of the cupholder. “Shit” he says under his breath as he reaches to where his lighter would be, before realizing that I’m still wearing his jacket. I grab the lighter and lean over to light his cigarette for him, turning his face towards me slightly. The pink tint that rises to his cheeks when I do makes my heart flutter.

We’re both quiet for most of the drive. At one point, Jacket reaches over and puts his hand on my thigh, a habit he formed a while ago. When I feel his hand reach my leg, I look over at him. He's still perfect, but he's never looked worse. The dark circles under his eyes are more prominent than usual, there are cuts and scratches scattered over his face, his normally fluffy hair is unusually flat, and the stitches on his forehead have started to bleed slightly. Eventually, his car slows down, parking outside of a large brick building with boarded up windows. Jacket looks into the rearview mirror and a soft “dammit” escapes his lips when he notices the blood running down his forehead. “Here” I say, turning his face toward me gently and wiping the blood away with my hand, then pressing my lips to his forehead. Jacket takes my hand from his face and encloses it in his, staring into my eyes and saying “I’ll be back soon,” in a tone more serious than I’ve ever heard from him, “If anyone comes out here, forget about me and drive.” He takes the keys from the ignition and places them in my hand before turning to get out of the car. I open my door and walk over to him, stumbling with every step. When Jacket sees me approaching him, his hands find my waist and he lets me lean on him to stay upright. “Do you want your jacket back?” I ask, looking up at him as he leans against his car. He pauses, smiling slightly as he brushes my hair from my face gently before shaking his head. I wrap my arms around his torso and bury my face in the warmth of his chest. Rocking both of us back and forth gently, he hums quietly under his breath. I can’t imagine how nervous he is, how much he wants this to be over. I look up at him, wanting to take in as much of his face as I can in case he doesn’t come back after this. “Please be safe” I whisper. “I will, for sure this time,” he replies. I stand on the tips of my toes and Jacket leans down slightly, bringing his hand to my cheek to lift my face towards his and pressing his lips ever so gently to mine. He moves cautiously, as if I could fall apart in his arms at any second, his soft lips are almost hesitant against mine, a stark contrast from the rough condition of the rest of his body. Jacket pulls away slowly, gazing into my eyes. The light of the sunset is shining on his face beautifully and for a moment in time, this is a normal date. Neither of us are hurt, there's no blood on our hands, our apartment is how we left it, Jacket’s car is still spotless, the cops aren’t after us. I’m lost in his eyes, my mind drifting thinking about various ways that all of this could have gone, hoping that our ending will be a happy one. Jacket’s drawn out “I love you” brings me back to earth and reminds me of where we are right now, and how we got here. “I love you” I reply, it feels more right to say it now than it ever has. I stumble as Jacket lets me out of his arms, keeping a hand on my waist as he reaches for his mask in the back seat of the car. His hand moves from my waist to my hand as I sit back down in the driver's seat. “I’ll be back soon.” His voice breaks, he doesn’t know if he’ll live through the night. I grip the steering wheel tightly, watching Jacket turn away hesitantly and enter the building, hoping with all of my being that he comes back unharmed, I can’t lose him now.

#hotline miami #jacket #jacket hotline miami #jacket x reader #hotline miami x reader

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thegeekyartist · 9 months

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for the choose violence ask meme 😘: 9, 10, 16, 17, 18, 19, 22. if this is too many, feel free to pick and choose 💌

OOH okay!!!! I, of course, will answer every single one of these, I have Opinions and am always waiting for any opportunity to share lmao. (These are all for wwdits, and also I am on desktop so please imagine my usual unhealthy amounts of emojis for emphasis/joking cadence, thank u)

9.worst part of canon

The lack of consistency/follow through with pretty basic plot points. For example, Laszlo literally says "God" in the pilot, but then also flinches when Guillermo crosses his fingers in the same episode? Nandor can turn into vapor but can't escape the cage in Animal Control? (we can assume that one is because they're all Big Dumb). Colin Robinson has parents - that are still living??? And of course the glossing over of the year abroad. (but that's my television-wide gripe. I HATE time skips, no matter the show. They're lazy and tell me that you didn't actually know what to do with your plot). I could go on, there are lots.

I will accept the girl wives/guy wives change. That was pure Nandor and I loved it.

10. worst part of fanon

Listen. I love the drama. I LOVE the angst. This is a *comedy show*. We are never going to get the huge, dramatic, heart-wrenching love confession and hour-long sex scene that some fans are actually expecting. Like it can *absoluely* have serious moments, but please lower your expectations. This show averages like 4 shit jokes per episode.

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

Forgive me everyone, but Jackie Daytona. Hilarious episode, I love Laszlo so fucking much and Mark Hamill as a vampire is everything I didn't know I needed. But I really do. not. need. another. episode. It was perfect as is. Let it lie.

(also Laszlo has some WAY better lines/arcs outside of his one episode where he was essentially someone else)

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

Ooh, for fic... I love when people play with the characters/situations from canon a bit. Not necessarily a full AU, but taking some element and asking "what if this happened instead"? I love that.

And there are absolutely no personal biases here, absolutely none, but I would love to see more traditional media fanart. Gimme some paintings, some linocut prints, watercolors, anything! I love to see it.

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

I'm combining these two, since they're kind of similar. I feel like there's SO MUCH that everyone appreciates, it's hard to come up with something that people have fully ignored.

But I think one of my FAVORITE parts of the show is when they combine actual artwork with images of the characters. My whole life is art history, so I geek out a bit every. Single. Time. I LOVE the attention to detail, and every time I go to an art museum (which is fairly often) I can't help but wonder where the characters could fit in.

It ALSO makes me OBSESS over what contemporary artist would paint vampire Guillermo. I've definitely already made a post about this, but my current bid is for Alejandro Pasquale.

(EDIT: Another artist I think would be great is Ben Ashton. His visuals with the classical style would be so interesting to see hanging next to the actual old artwork in the mansion)

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

I'm not ashamed about it, but since I somehow still see hate over a year later, I want to voice my support for s4. The lighting? GORGEOUS. The costumes/practical effects? STUNNING. College-me that thought I was going to be a theatre set designer could write BOOKS on the changes they made to the house, let alone the club and night market.

Yes, the time skip pissed me off. Yes, there's the entire Marwa/Freddie can of worms. But literally everything else was incredible and the characters had SO MUCH growth. They are so much closer to the family we've been desperate for them to be since s1 because of s4.

#thank you for enabling me and my Thoughts i love you #asks #wwdits #overnightmask

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hex-the-vortex · 2 years

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The Night That Changed My Life (MAIN PLOT)

➳ 3racha x gn!reader (Separate fics later on) Felix x gn!reader(Platonic) ➳ College AU! ➳ WARNINGS!!- fighting, blood, bruises, I.N getting bullied :(, cursing, everyone’s idiots, Changbin dislikes reader. ➳ WORD COUNT- 1472 words (whoops?) ➳A/N- Hiya! Kai here. Hex and I have an idea of a “Make Your Own Choice” story! At the end of this, you can pick Chan, Han, or Changbin (when we post them, please give us time to post it). The only warning I have for Bang Chan’s separate fic will be spicy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). Anyway, enjoy and wait for more fics from us! Feel free to request things as well! Wait, you don’t know what to request? It’s okay! Here is my masterlist, and here’s Hex’s. Feel free to request on this account, or our separate ones! That’s all. Have a lovely day, and enjoy! I walked away from the receptionist, thanking her. The lady was so nice showing me where my room was. Moving into a new college is a lot of stress, so her calming me was so sweet of her. As I was walking to my dorn, someone bumped into me from behind. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry!” he said, bowing. I shake my head ‘No’ but the words just wouldn’t come out. Finally, he looked up when I was finally able to get words out. “No! You’re fine! I understand. I’m a slow walker with all of this luggage,” I say, laughing a little bit. “Do you need help with anything?” he said, putting his phone in his pocket. “Oh no! I’m fine. I’m almost at my room anyway.” I say, smiling at him. He nods and apologizes again. Before I can answer, he leaves. I sigh and walk to my new room.

I took my key and unlocked the door. As I walked in, I saw a blonde-haired woman who smiled sweetly at me. “Hi! You must be the new roommate? I’m Jeongyeon, nice to meet you.” she said, putting her hand out. I take her hand and say, “Hi, I’m [Y/N]. Nice to meet you, too.” We let go and she continues. “Do you need help unpacking? I can help unpack a few things before I have to leave for class.” she starts grabbing a few stuff from my hands. “Oh no! I don’t want to keep you from class. You don’t have to do anything. I’ll be fine.” I say, shaking my head. She smiles and nods her head. She waves at me and walks out the door. I look down at my suitcase that had a few tiny boxes on top of it and got to work.

As I unpack, I play some music and I plan what I am to do afterward. I settle on taking a small tour around the school. I set the boxes near the trash when finished with them. Now, unzipping my suitcase and putting things in my dresser drawers as I dance along with the music. Putting the last of my clothing away, I turn off the music and head out the door, locking it before making my way around the school. As I enter the west wing hall, I see the boy from earlier getting his shit rocked. Since he was so polite, it only felt right to help. “Hey, what the hell are you doing,” I push him and shout, balling my fists and raising my arms to protect my head, ready to swing. We fight and I, inevitably, lose. Managing to only obtain a black eye, busted lip, and a bloody nose, I make sure the familiar boy is intact. He shows me where the nurse’s office is and I treat both our battle wounds. “Thank you, for this. Would you like to have lunch with my friends and me?” He asks. I agree, as I am new and know no one.

As we walk to the lunchroom, I ask for the boy's name. “Oh! Silly me. I’m Jeongin!” he said, taking his hand out. “I’m [Y/N],” I say, taking his hand and shaking it. We walk into the lunchroom and it’s crowded. Jeongin squeezed my hand, which I was still holding, and he drags me to a table. I see seven other men, who were concerned as soon as they saw us. Well, not for me. “Jeongin, are you okay?” “Jeongin! Oh my god! My baby’s dying!” “Jeongin! Again?” He sighed and looked at me. I shrugged and he looked back at them. “Hey! I’m okay. I didn’t get hurt as much as usual…” he said, which made me sad. Knowing this is a regular thing is heartbreaking. One of the men at the table looks at me and squints his eyes. “Jeongin… who’s that and why are they hurt?” Jeongin looks at me and his eyes lit up. “This is [Y/N]! They helped me with the fight. They didn’t win, but I still owe them for stepping in. So I brought them here with me!” he said, smiling brightly. I wave at them, and they wave back.

They all introduce themselves and we all start to conversate. I immediately became close to Chan and Jisung, but one person caught my eye. He wasn’t conversating with me at all, not even looking at me. I looked over at Chan and whispered, “What’s wrong with him? He’s been ignoring me since I got here.” He looked at him and sighed. “Changbin is skeptical of you. He hasn’t told me why, but just know that it’ll take a while for him to open up,” he said, shrugging. I scoffed and looked back at Changbin. I caught his eye for a split second, as I sat my stuff and self down, and he turns to talk to Felix almost immediately. I giggle to myself and turn back to Jisung.

“So, [Y/N]. What do you major in?” he said, propping his head on his palm. “I’m a psychology major. What about you?” I say, smiling. “I’m an art major! Psychology seems hard. Is it?” “Well, no, not really. When you know what you’re doing,” I wink, “Can I see some of your art sometimes?” I continue, bringing my hands together. He nods his head but then stops. “I… don’t have anything on me.” he awkwardly chuckles. When I was gonna reply, the bell rings. Jisung looks at me apologetically. I sigh but get up. “I’ll be going back to my dorm. My official day is tomorrow, so I’ll see you guys then!” I say, waving at them as I walk away back to my dorm.

I reach my destination and realize I left my key. I quickly walk back down to the lunchroom in hopes of finding my key. I find that my key is not there. I hope that someone from the group picked it up. As the panic sets in, I start to run to my door. I wait for Jeongyeon.

She arrives and lets me in the dorm. She lets me in and asks me what happened. I explain what happened to my face and key. She helps me find the boys to see if they had picked up the key. Felix had picked up it with the intent of giving it back.

I smile at Felix and take the key from him. “Thank you, Felix. I was really worried someone stole it, so glad it was someone I knew who took it!” I say, laughing a little. He chuckles and before he can answer, Changbin yells at him. He looks at me and rolls his eyes. Felix looks at me and says, “I’m sorry for his behavior. Just be patient, alright?” I smile softly at him and nod. He waves at me and runs to Changbin. Jeongyeon looks at me and raises her eyebrows. “What’s that all about?” she says, in a teasing voice. “Well, Changbin kinda hates my guts, so oh well,” I say, turning back to my dorm to go inside.

I lay on my bed exhausted. I mean, I’ve walked around a college, unpacked luggage in said college, talked to a bunch of energetic boys, and I lost my key. I need rest. I looked at Jeongyeon -who was on her bed- and made conversation with her. “So, how was it being surrounded by the school’s favorite boy all day?” She asked, smugly. “What do you mean by that,” I wonder. She replied, “Oh, nothing,” and went along with her day.

After a few months, we all got along pretty well. Well, everyone except Changbin and I. The school year is ending and we still don’t get along. I don’t know what I did to him to deserve this type of treatment. I start packing up and getting ready to move dorms, as it is the end of the year. I walk to my new home to put things away and I run into Jisung. “If you’re going to be my roommate, this is gonna be a fun year,” I tell the kind boy. He responds, “I hope so,” with a small smile.

We schedule a movie night with all the boys. At around 7:45, Hyunjin finally arrives. I open the door for him. “I had shit to do! Why was this a last-minute thing?” He accuses. “Cry about it, sweetheart,” Changbin chuckles. I make my way back to my seat between Chan and Felix. Felix sets the popcorn on both our laps. As a jumpscare approaches Chan wrests his arm around the backside of the couch. Felix and I huddle closer together for emotional support. As the jumpscare appears on screen, Felix and I jump and popcorn goes flying.

#fanfiction #stray kids x reader #3racha x reader #chan x reader #bang chan x reader #changbin x reader #han jisung x reader #jisung x reader #stray kids #kpop #kpop fanfiction #stray kids fanfiction #enemies to lovers #rommate trope #college au

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dudadragneel · 9 months

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Hello, guys! It's me!

How are you?

First of all, thanks for all the love on my latest and surprise Chan sickfic! There's a new one coming soon!

I wanted to say a few things:

Yesterday (04/08) was my third time going to the movies alone. That's a big step for me because I discovered I have major social anxiety and it sparks on shopping malls. Like, I went there and the whole walk to the cinema my heart was racing as if I was running a marathon. I only relaxed and managed to catch my breath once I was inside the room and sitting down. So yeah, I'm trying to do more and more things on my own and I'm still discovering things about myself.

But on a good note! I watched The First Slam Dunk and oh my god! What an amazing end to such a famous and loved manga/anime series!

It was AWESOME! The animation was 100%! And the story, maaaaan.... Tears, tears and tears and more tears....🥺😭 I needed more!!!! But still, it was a nice way to end the whole Slam Dunk story.

And the cherry on top: there were two emetoish scenes : SPOILERS!

Once while Ryota was running, he stopped for a moment and gagged, covering his mouth, almost vomiting (shaaaame, I wanted to see but oh well). And the other at the very end, it shows him inside a bathroom stall (you can only see his feet) and you can hear him vomit right before the match (it doesn't show and you can't hear anything splashing on the water) but it still gave me whumperflies! And it also got me thinking if him vomiting before a match was something that happened regularly ( I actually came across a bunch of fan art with him throwing up on Twitter).

Second:

The reason why it's taking so long to finish my new Sickfic is because I am on my last week of vacation before going back to that godforsaken college. So I'm using all the time I have to play video games and watch animes with my mom. Whenever I'm not doing any of those, I try to write a little bit more. So I'm sorry for taking so long. When I'm back in college it might be faster because I won't be playing or anything and any free time I have I'll be able to write.

Yeah. That's it!

Have a great day/night!

💜

#emeto #sickfic #whump #slam dunk #the first slam dunk

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kuuyandere · 2 years

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I fell in love with my best friend, but I didn't realize it until we started to grow apart. She got a boyfriend and new friends at college. We used to spend nearly every single day talking for hours, and now she doesn't have time for me. She doesn't hate me. Her life and her priorities are just changing.

But mine aren't. My priority is always her. I feel like the writing is on the wall, and one day we're just gonna grow apart so much she'll stop talking to me.

I never told her I loved her. I didn't even know I liked girls at the time. But as soon as she left my life, I felt like I was drowning. I couldn't breathe. I cried so much. I was having breakdowns in the bathroom at work and praying to God every night she would talk to me again.

I keep playing old scenarios and conversations in my head. I keep picturing her kissing me and talking to me again. I was once the most important person in her life, and she was my most special person.

I know it's never going to be like that again, but I can't get rid of the memories. I miss her. I love her. I miss her. I hate myself. I wish I could be happy for her. I wish I could move on. I wish I could ever love someone as much as I love her.

Sometimes she texts to say hello. I stare at the text so many times. I keep checking my phone over and over and over hoping it's something more substantial. She still calls me 'hun' in her voice messages when she wants to update me on how college is going.

I know she cares for me, but she doesn't love me. Not like I love her. And I know she loves him. And it hurts. I want to be loved so badly... I want to be the darling, not the yandere.

I'm sorry for venting, but this blog seemed like a place that could sympathize with me. I'm sorry for wanting a little sympathy.

Thank you for your time.

There’s no need to apologise. I can’t really give advice on the matter because I am in a somewhat similar situation and it hasn’t been resolved yet (although it sounds like you have it significantly worse, and I’m sorry you are in so much pain). But I have been told it gets better in time. I don’t know if that is any consolation, to be honest I still love loving someone even though it hurts so much that I want to tear my heart out of my chest at times, I don’t know if you are the same way.

I imagine you still feel a bittersweet joy whenever she gives you the barest amount of attention or affection, maybe even the tiniest bit of hope for a future that may never happen. And I imagine you are often afraid that she would move on from you completely and never grace you with her presence even if it is only as a friend. You do deserve to be loved more than you are receiving now though, you deserve to be someone’s darling.

Feel free to stop by if you want to in the future. There is nothing wrong with wanting to vent and get some kind of comfort from your suffering.

#your yandere #aidoneus asks

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siconetribal · 2 years

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Plus One

Tags: @vbecker10

Pairing: Loki x Eva (OC)

Warning: Origin story? Pre-prequel?

Summary: Loki debuts with the Avengers and all the news and media outlets are dying for the latest scoop. How does one actually get the attention of a prince who once was only seen as a god from lore?

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Author Note: Here is yet another idea living rent-free in my brain that was planned to go one way and just...did not go that way at all! I did have to name the character because she is the person I had in text when writing the first one shot and "The Science of Worth" short story (which I turned to a Y/N style for Tumblr). Please comment/like/reblog, I really do want to know what everyone thinks. I tried my best to do him justice.

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The gentle sounds of a string quartet lingered in the air as the classical music played through the room’s speaker system. Men, women, and a few otherworldly beings mingled in the elegantly set up hall. Crisp white linens, sparkling crystal glasses filled with effervescent liquid gold, decadent dishes, and a floor so clean it could act as a mirror. This was a party for the best of the best, the “who’s who” where the average citizen either watched televised or dreamed of getting the chance to rub shoulders with idols and politicians alike. A soirée of the well-connected and rich for the elite. A rare opportunity that could not even be labeled as “once in a lifetime” and she knew it, but none of that could make up for the level of discomfort.

Eva sighed for the umpteenth time. She wanted to lean back against the wall behind her, but she was too afraid that her weight would somehow tear the curtains that were hung as part of the decorations. This was a massive upgrade from the musty air and vibrating walls of club or house party that her friends normally dragged her to. And yet, it might actually be even more stifling than that. She glanced around the room filled with strangers. There was one person she knew here, the reason she got this chance, but her cousin was nowhere to be seen and probably off getting the scoop of the century. Not surprising when you’re at a Stark industry held event that honors the Avengers, who are actually attending. My being here is the definition of a miracle. She reminded herself as she watched the glittering gala from the side. Her eyebrows slowly knit together as her gaze fell to her still full champagne glass that probably cost as much as her monthly rent.

Ugh, who am I kidding? This isn’t my scene. It’s a great opportunity and I wanted to go, but this isn’t where I belong. I’m a minimum wage college student who should probably be at home working on her paper. Scratch that, I was supposed to be at home but I, against better judgement, decided it was better to attend a party and hope the saints of procrastination will bless me with a passing grade. The corners of her lips dropped as the guilt of a responsibility reared its ugly head only to be swept away by the smooth gesture of one of the servers offering her a tempting 5-star amuse-bouche. She eagerly accepted the mouthwatering offer, thanking the server before promptly placing it in her mouth.

A low hum rose from her throat as she savored the expertly paired ingredients, savoring each piece with her eyes closed. What was she thinking about again? She blinked a few times as she came back to reality, her eyes quickly searching until she found the dish on the table. Downing her glass in one gulp, which was hardly a problem since it held so little; she made her way over to the food table that was calling her name all evening. Luckily, she narrowly missed being knocked over by a gaggle of giggling women. They were surrounding someone, but that hardly mattered when there was unlimited high class cuisine to be had. There were few things that mattered to Eva, and a delicious meal was one of them. Of course, meeting an Avenger and getting the chance to even shake their hand was a bucket list item, but she had priorities like any struggling college student. A free meal was not to be taken for granted. So, she apologized as per her usual habit, and continued on. Eva was so focused on her target that she completely missed the person that had tried to help her.

Loki stared at his empty hand for a moment before looking up to see the young woman had vanished, again. Searching the room, he tried to spot the peculiar young woman, but his attempt to locate her was short-lived as another wave of guests came up to him. Donning his practiced cordial smile, he thanked the nine realms once more for the grueling lessons he endured as a young prince. A practiced smile here, a simple hand gesture there, a well-placed vague response as needed, and he was set. No one would be insulted and he would not have to worry about hearing any annoying badgering from Stark. It took a good amount of control for him to not roll his eyes at the thought of the famous billionaire Migardian turned hero.

I can still hear all that incessant nagging before the party. If he had such a problem with my attendance, then he should have simply made it so I didn’t have to attend. And what did he expect? For me to be incapable of attending a party? I am a prince, properly representing the royal family at a gathering is part of the responsibilities. To even humor the idea of me making a blunder of myself or the Avengers at my age, he silently scoffed to help dissipate the lingering anger from earlier. He was more than ready to offer the solution of not attending, but Thor repeatedly assured Tony and the rest there was no need to worry. Which effectively cut off his chance of escaping and led to the current situation of thanking the guests for their gratitude and dealing with the ridiculous commentary that came with it. This was a party to announce his cooperation with the Avengers, his attendance was necessary. Or so they say. All I needed to be present for were the entrance and press conference, which both have been completed. I don’t see why I'm still here.

He was led out onto the stage, they made their presence known, and promptly went to another room where the press was allowed to interview them for roughly two hours. There were some very interesting journalists among the congregation, one in particular was mostly interested in him and his abilities more so than the mind stone and if he felt guilt over his past deeds.

That's why I'm still here. I wanted to speak with that reporter some more. What story is she going to publish? Why not publish what is obviously going to sell? It looked like she had some other questions she wanted to ask too, I don't see any harm in answering a few more if they follow the same line. Searching the room once more, he tried to find the female journalist who caught his attention. "She was even dressed differently than the others. They all came dressed for the party while she was dressed in a well tailored business suit.” He muttered to himself, smiling at one of the people that came to greet him and shaking the hand of another.

The cordial pleasantries continued for some time as officials, wealthy individuals, and celebrities alike came up to each for the chance to meet and greet the members. Some lingered around a little longer while others simply made the mandatory rounds before finding their way to Stark or a S.H.I.E.L.D. executive. It became very clear that formal events were as tiresome on Midgard as they were on Asgard. Now, where was this journalist? He searched the venue once more when a brunette woman caught his attention. She was dressed in a lovely black dress with minimalist gold accessories, appropriate for the occasion. What really caught his attention was the press badge that was pinned to the front with the name of her newspaper on it.

"If you all will please excuse me, I spotted someone I promised to give some of my time to. I'll do my best to try and catch you later on if the time permits." He flashed them a dazzling smile with his pearly whites and slipped between the cracks to his freedom. Straightening his shoulders, he tugged at his suit jacket and flexed his neck from side to side. The soft cracks of release eased the tension that built up. "Now, to speak with her." He scanned the room once more, walking across the hall with a determined and steady stride. Now why would you bring spare clothes? He wondered, raising his hand to flag her down but was abruptly cut off by someone tugging her away. He clicked his tongue in irritation at the interception, shifting his gaze to the culprit.

There was nothing phenomenal about the interloper. She was only slightly taller than his target, who wore taller heels. Dark brown locks were open to move freely, the bottoms in waves, or were they supposed to be some form of curls? The dress of choice was certainly an interesting choice of a sheer dark blue gauzy material that was longer than the solid darker and more fitted liner underneath. Both had a matching ombre effect from dark to light, while the top netting was decorated with white dots of varying sizes.

No, not dots, those must be stars. That cluster on her hip matches those of the western skies. So she has proper taste for the wonders of the galaxies, that hardly excuses her from coming between me and the other woman. He lightly dismissed the stranger for now, an odd sense of familiarity lingering in the back of his mind. “Enough of the dawdling, I need to speak with that journalist.” He redirected his focus and took a few more steps but stopped at the sound of their voices.

“So, how’d it go?! Did it work? Did you get to ask your questions? Did they answer? I bet you really surprised them!” The meddler quickly asked in a hushed tone as she held the hands of the reporter.

“Eva, calm down! I’ll tell you everything, but you need to ask one question at a time!” She laughed, her words settling the excited Eva just enough to listen. “The other reporters and journalists did mock me, it was nerve wracking being the only one in a suit. I was cursing you out like crazy in my head for convincing me to wear one, but in the end it definitely helped. I stood out and I’m sure I garnered more respect for keeping myself professional like that. I got so many more chances to ask questions than usual, and I’m sure the green and black color scheme was even more eye catching for Loki. I stood out just like you said I would!”

“Ha, I told you there was method to the madness! You’re in a room packed with your rivals, you need to secure your victory way before you even enter the battlefield through any means necessary. It’s a hassle to carry two outfits with you, but if you want to write the story you want to share you need to go that extra step!” Eva nodded her head, a broad grin plastered on her face as she crossed her arms. “Those copycat articles can mock you all they like, you left the impression you needed and the Avengers took you seriously! I bet they’re all boiling with anger and you can now sip away with satisfaction knowing you triumphed without having to try as hard to standout.”

So the choice of clothing was planned, how very interesting. And it was the interloper’s idea? She said her name was Eva. Hmm, perhaps there’s more to her than simply getting in my way. If it wasn’t for her cunning ploy, I would’ve missed her amongst the crowd and let the others choose whomever. He thought back to the conference. He planned to simply smile, answer briefly, and leave. Make the time run as quickly as possible when he noticed the journalist who was dressed professionally whose stern gaze never left him, as if challenging him. It amused him, so he took the bait out of curiosity. And it was certainly worth deviating from my original plan. Had she dressed like all the others, I can’t say I would’ve cared to notice.

“Yes, yes, oh great Eva!” She rolled her eyes. “Without your wisdom, all my efforts would have been in vain!” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm. “Don’t you think my bringing you here was payment enough? I feel like you got the better deal here.” She laughed.

“Better deal, what do you mean? I gave up my precious time to finish my paper, gave you a perfect game plan, and got you the info you needed! Free food is great, but I think you’ve got the sweeter deal, all you had to do was bring me!” Eva nudged her. “I’m freaking cousin of the year! Your career is going to totally skyrocket from here!”

They’re cousins? Well, this is certainly intriguing, but it’s not what I came here to find out. Though he was complaining, he made no effort to move as he enjoyed the little play that unfolded before him.

“Alright, alright, you’re right! I give in! You’re the cousin of the century, thank you!” She finally caved, wrapping her arms around Eva who hugged her back.

“Thank you for finally noticing,” she lightheartedly grumbled. “So, do I get the inside details now or later?” She grinned. “Did you get to ask him the questions I suggested?”

“You’ll have to read it like everyone else,” she tapped Eva’s nose. “I will give you that, though. I asked a few of them, and they worked well. I think I was able to solidify that I’m not interested in running another gossip piece about his past of the mind stone and have every intention of portraying him like any of the other Avengers.” Hearing this warmed the frost giant’s heart, a genuine smile tugging at his lips. “I’m glad you convinced me to follow my gut this time instead of just following the rest. I was feeling like a huge sellout if I just did what everyone else was doing.”

“And this, my dear cousin, is why I’m the best!” Eva flipped some of her hair over her shoulder with the utmost confidence. “You’re a great reporter with a great nose for sniffing out the best, I didn’t do anything. Now c’mon, let’s get to enjoying this party in earnest celebration of your landslide success!”

“Hear, hear!” Her cousin hooked her arm in Eva’s, finally turning her around for Loki to see she was the young woman he tried to help before, but she was far too focused on the food to even notice. Not wanting to interrupt them like how he was so rudely cut off, Loki vanished from their sight as they walked past him.

Eva, I’ll remember her. He smirked to himself as he made himself visible once more and made his way over to his brother who was calling for him.

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@toasthaste tagged me for a "put your playlist on shuffle and post the first 10 songs that pop out" thing, so!

(I'm using my "liked songs" playlist on Spotify.)

1: High on Life (by Afterklaps)

I had to actually double check I shuffled, because this is in the most recent like, ten songs I've liked. Also, it fucking slaps I love it so much. I've listened to it on repeat for like, hours, and I'm still not tired of it. (This is very rare, normally I play songs until I hate them.)

2: Killer in the Mirror (by Set It Off)

Set It Off! I'm glad they are here, they are probably my favorite band like, by the numbers. I've listened to their entire discography and liked half of it. (They're like, angry white boy punk rock, but not quite as misogynistic as most of that genre feels.) This song in particular reminds me of taking long walks through this park near one of my old apartments, because I did that a lot while I was in my listening-to-set-it-off phase.

I still sometimes seek out Set It Off and listen to their songs! I have not totally played them out, which is cool.

3: This Ain't Nothing (by Craig Morgan)

Country Music! This is an important part of my, like, history or whatever. I grew up listening to country music, so it will permanently have a soft spot in my art even though a lot of it is Big Yikes. This song is Little Yikes. I still like it! I had a big country kick last year where I liked a whole bunch of country songs from the nineties and early aughts that lasted about two weeks (a good two weeks though!) Anyways that was before I transitioned most of country music feels worse because i know the singers would hate me now anyways!

4: NONSTOP (by OH MY GIRL)

K-pop! I love k-pop! There is respectable k-pop, and then there's horny pandering k-pop. This is horny pandering k-pop. Not maximally so (thank god I didn't get stuck with any EXID songs), but still pretty pandery! Anyways I listened to this song... NONSTOP (heh, but actually). I really like it.

I got into k-pop when I was learning Korean, and it stuck because it is objectively Peak Pop.

5: Whiskey Lullaby (feat Allison Krauss) (by Brad Paisley)

It's the Country Suicide Song! It's about suicide! It was very popular when I was in high school! It's also very good! Probably don't listen to it if you are troubled by suicidal ideation!

It contains the line "So he a bottle to his head, and pulled the trigger", which is a line that has lived rent free in my head for the last like fifteen years.

(Also yes, that is the Accidental Racist guy. This other stuff is better than that.)

6: 東京IMAGINE (by Carat) (Read "Tokyo IMAGINE")

J-pop! I have listened to a lot of J-pop because when I immerse myself in Japanese I also try and listen to lots of Japanese music. Tragically, I generally don't like Japanese music as much as I like English or Korean music. It sucks, and I am very mad about it. My life is very hard.

This song slaps, though. I found Carat fairly recently, and I love them a lot.

7: Maybe You're the Problem (by Ava Max)

Ava Max! I found her in the last year and I love her music so much. It is very Angry Heterosexual Girl Power which is sometimes a surprise to me because I sometimes forget straight women exist. Her songs rock, though. Probably the first genuinely excellent Spotify Radio I've ever had was based on an Ava Max song, where I got more Ava Max songs and a whole bunch of other pop artists with similar sounds.

8: Empire (by Beth Crowley)

I have nothing in particular to say about this song. I recognized the name, but didn't actually remember what it sounds like. I'm listening to it now, though, and I remember it and it slaps. I dig it.

9: Tic Tic Toc (by T-ARA)

T-ARA! One of my first favorite k-pop bands! I found T-ARA through the Japanese covers of their own songs when I was doing japanese immersion way back when. I loved those songs so much, I listened to them so much like... way back in sophomore year of college. I still love them, but not quite as much as I loved them then. This is not my favorite of their songs.

Also I hear there was some pretty horrible in-group bullying that went on in that group which makes me vaguely uncomfortable when I listen to them.

10: Get the F*ck out of Here (by Kobra and The Lotus)

I legit didn't recognize this song name, but I recognized the first couple bars when I played it. It slaps, but I have no particular feelings about it. It is metal, though! That is good! I like metal a lot, and it's important that it's represented here. Alas, I wish this was Battle Beast, my Favorite Metal Band. Or, alternatively, Smash into Pieces, the most prolific band in all of history which I mostly like.

I'm not going to tag people because I'm a Coward! But you should also do this, and then lie and say I told you to do it! Interact with me! Shower me in attention!

#me talking about me #ask meme #or like #something adjacent to that

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Hi love, congrats on 1k!!! I was wondering if you could do a kiss from a vampire for F1 and the NHL.

I am an ISTP majoring in mechanical engineering. I was born and raised in Italy but moved to the United States to go to college. I speak Italian, French, English, Spanish, and am currently learning Dutch. In my free time, I like to read and create some sort of art, whether it's painting, drawing, or sculpture. I love going karting with friends (I normally win). I love long car rides, especially when I have good music blasting. The only sports I watch are Formula 1 and hockey, but I'm deeply invested in both. When it comes to personality, I'm pretty introverted. I usually don't speak unless spoken to, but if I'm around friends, I can be fairly talkative. My friends would describe me as sarcastic, funny, and chaotic. But people who don't know me would probably describe me as a quiet loner. I'm extremely competitive and stubborn. I hold grudges, and I'm very loyal. I obsess over something new every other day and have a terrible attention span (I'm working on this, I swear).

This is my second time sending this because I just realized I asked for the wrong thing the first time 😐

and I still used a grammar checker because I’m terrible with spelling and grammar

hi darling !!! thank you so much omgosh - of course you can !!! thanks for sending this in and joining the celebration , i hope you like this my love and i'm so sorry it took a while to get back to you <33

ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐅𝟏

𝐢'𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 !

something about you tells me you and logan would make a great pairing !!! he's so endeared by you , and there's no doubt he'd be absolutely head over heels for you !!

ᡣ𐭩 logan relates to you heavily when it comes to being somewhat introverted ! like you , his confidence really depends on who he's around and the circumstances , so he considers himself lucky to not only be himself around you , but get to see the more talkative side of you , too . it's a little treasure that not many others get to see , and he secretly counts himself honoured to be one of those few people

ᡣ𐭩 the fact you can speak so many languages is amazing to logan . the first time you tell him you speak four languages and are learning a fifth , his eyes just about drop out of his head . it's so impressive to him , and when you travel with him for races , he'll often ask you to teach him a phrase or two if you're in a country that you speak the language of .

ᡣ𐭩 he loves to see whatever creative project you're working on ! logan doesn't claim to have much artistic talent , so the fact that you can paint , draw , and sculpt seems downright unfair to him . he's so into everything you create and will sit and marvel over them for so long , pointing out even the smallest of details that he notices and praising you to high heavens for them !!!

ᡣ𐭩 car rides with logan are always the best time !! though he's driving , he lets you have full control of the aux , and insists that you play whatever your heart desires . you do have to scold him a few times , however , as he finds his eyes drifting away from the road and over to you more often than they really should . he claims it's your fault for being such a distraction , and anyways , how hard does he really need to focus to drive for a straight stretch ??

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐱 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 !

ᡣ𐭩 look . you and max are one and the same in that you both pride yourself on your karting skills . like , you two have gone karting together so many times that it's almost unbelievable !!! and my god does it get competitive . max will not spare you any grace , he's racing you and he will win if he has anything to say about it . the first time you beat him , he had to take a few minutes to process what had actually just happened , and my god if you didn't brag about it for weeks afterwards (and rightfully so !)

ᡣ𐭩 max is more than happy to help you out with learning dutch if you ever need it ! he's helpful for pronunciations , or if you just want to practice speaking it in conversation with someone , plus he's able to teach you some more 'local' slang and dialect (complete with almost every curse under the sun , obviously)

ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐍𝐇𝐋

𝐢'𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 !

for me , this was a sort of very slight 'opposites attract' scenario , more so in the fact that cole is a lot more extroverted compared to you - which i think would make you both a super cute pair !

ᡣ𐭩 over the summer break , cole definitely plans a trip to italy for you both . not only does he think it's nice for you to be able to head back there and relax , he also appreciates the fact that you can be his partner and tour guide all in one ! he trusts you know all of the best spots , away from the same ten tourist attractions , and makes it his mission to take as many candid photographs of you as possible over the two week stretch

ᡣ𐭩 your chaotic and sarcastic nature is something cole absolutely adores about you . any time you hit him with a sarcastic remark , he's giving you the widest , brightest grin before cracking up , because he absolutely loves it . he thinks you're the funniest person to walk the planet , honestly . you could tell the most terrible joke and he'd likely be doubled over , tears streaming down his face purely because it came from you .

ᡣ𐭩 you two definitely go to an f1 race together , too !!! look , we've seen the pictures of him in various paddocks , and from what i can tell , it's clear he doesn't really have one team he's ride or die for . so he just roots for your favourite team , wanting them to win more-so just so he can see you happy (which , in turn , makes him happy too)

ᡣ𐭩 cole tends to take over for you during social situations , but not in a controlling or patronising way !! he just knows that you don't tend to speak a lot until someone interacts with you , and he never wants you to feel like you're forced to put yourself out there more than you're comfortable with . more often than not , he'll have an arm around your waist or his hand linked with yours , making an effort to bring you into conversation with whoever he's talking to without forcing you to speak if you don't want to !

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐣 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐟𝐤𝐨𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲 !

ᡣ𐭩 i think that juraj would relate to you , also having moved away from home to pursue something he's passionate about , and i think that the mutual experience was definitely something that brought your friendship about !! that , and the fact that he is incredibly close with your boyfriend , after all

ᡣ𐭩 like cole , juraj thinks that you're so funny . it doesn't take much to make this boy laugh , so when he's around you ?? it's almost non-stop . he definitely starts picking up on your sarcasm , slowly yet surely implementing it into his own conversations (cole insists that he's spent too much time around you the first time he's on the receiving end

ᡣ𐭩 always likes to indulge you in your new obsessions . whenever he sees you , he'll ask what you're into today , and just lets you tell him everything about your newest interest , even if he has absolutely no clue what you're going on about . it's the thought that counts , right ?

#𑁤 becca’s 1k fright fest !

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