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icameheretoreadstuff · 7 months

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Kinktober day 4 - Hate sex

Pairing: Buggy x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Hate sex, swearing, Stripping, threats, Unprotected sex, Big dick kink, choking. Summary: You hate him, but you want him so bad. A/N: Masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr. I just began writing and this is what I came up with ;)

You came inside an empty circus tent with a guy on a fancy chair. You had two henchmen gripping hard on both of your arms, "hands off, Fucktards!" you barked. They backed off after they saw your death stare, "Here she is boss" the other guy said to the man sitting on the throne. "leave" Buggy said and his voice was stern which made you so turned on. You saw the henchmen walk away, and then you two were completely alone. You turned around from where you saw him sitting. "Buggy the clown" you grinned "what the fuck do you want?" you said as your face turned serious. He didn't say anything. "You're the asshole who destroyes town" you said as you walked slowly over to where he sat.

He sat in the shadows, so you couldn't see him clearly. he just chuckled at your response. "fuck you, I hope you die a horrible death" you barked "What If you die first?" he asked "Wouldn't that be sad?" he said as his head tilted. "shouldn't you start crying or something now? plead for your life?" he changed his position, leaning his elbow on the right side of the armchair, staring at you. "You want to kill me? go right ahead jerk" you said like you didnt care. "Why don't you start telling me how you want to kill me" you asked him, he didn't answer, but you could se he was grinning. "Cause I know how I would kill you" you grinned. "shoot you in the head, dead in seconds" he anwerd in a low voice. "Pin you down and chop your head off" he laughed of his own reply.

You caught him staring at your body as he licked his lips, and then he leaned back in his chair. He was staring at you and your body liked it, you felt electricity shoot around in your body, making your breath a little uneven for a second. You looked up at the tent and exhaled silently, trying to tell your body to stop liking the way he was staring at you. You started to get images of things you wanted him to do to you and you to him, but you shaked them off and looked down from the roof. "You have hurt so many people, you suck" you said and looked around you, trying to see an exit, just in case. "There's no escape, don't worry" he chuckled, then his face turned serious "you're safe here" he said and grinned "Until I decide youre not" He leaned forward to the light and winked. "What If I don't want to escape?" you said, waiting for an reaction.

He shoot up one of his eyebrows as he smiled and shaked his head, but curious about where you were going with this. "What If I want to be here and cause you unbalivable pain?" you grinned "That would be so much fun to see you squirm!" you fake laughed for a second and then fake dried a tear away from your eye, then you gave him a deathstare. But he just grinned and continued to watch you, intrigued by you. "Maybe you would cry?" you said unsure and walked closer to him. "Maybe your entire mood would change, just before I kill you?" you said and tilted your head to the side as you placed your foot between his thighs.

He didn't react, he just looked serious at you- He continued to stare at you after a second, then the corner of his smile tilted a little. Your top was showing off your tits, He couldn't help but stare as he licked his lips dry and stared at you lips. You started to slowly take off the strap on your singlet. "Maybe you would beg for your life?" you said and your heart started to pound of how close you were standing him. He looked at your naked shoulder, wanting to touch it, maybe playfully bite it. He smelled suprisingly good, which was so wrong.

You hate him? what the fuck is going on? He smelled like something sweet? You were shocked, he of all people in the world, HE was the one who was turning you on? You leaned closer to his ear and licked it playfully. He hummed in response and shifted his eyes on you. "Maybe" he whispered, his voice was raspy, which made your clit ache. "Maybe you would even plead?" you whispered into his ear and playfully took a bit of his ear. "But you hate me?" he asked confused but with a smile on his face.

You walked a couple of steps back and threw off your shirt at him. Your bra was still on but his head fell back "Why dont you tell me more?" he asked you, daring you to continue. "What If I killed you with a knife I was hiding?" you winked. "You don't have any knives on you" he reasured me. "that you know off" you grinned. "You can't cut me, darlin" he said in a raspy voice, he should shut up because your body got shivers everytime he talked like this. "Shut up" you whispered. You opened your zipper and slowly dragged your skirt off to your hips and stopped just above your clit, so he could see your thong. "I could snap your neck" you winked at him, "You could try" he flirted as he changed his position, feeling his boulder revealing him.

You let your skirt fall down, like a puddle on the floor and stepped out of it. He hummed as he stared at your thong. "I could stab you in your eye" you chuckled, and walked closer and straddled him. His body under you felt so good, his boulder was big and warm. Your hips couldn’t help it and automaticly thrusted to feel some friction. You couldn't fight it anymore, you hated his guts but he was turning you on so fucking bad you just had to go along with this. You smacked him hard, which he gave you no response and then you kissed him hard. His lips was so warm. He kissed you deeply back and his hands held you tight around your waist, feeling his boulder causing you to moan, his toungue felt so unbalivable good against yours. He looked at you and his breaths was deep and slow, his chest rising as his boulder sent more and more vibration to your clit. He started to smile like an idiot "Im gonna fuck you." you said simple. He grinned at your response. "You're gonna fuck me?" he chuckled "I think you want to do more than just fuck me darling" he winked.

You couldn't help yourself so you went on instinct. Your hand felt like a magnet to his boulder, feeling his big boulder made you so wet. "You like what youre feeling?" he said in a low raspy voice as he stared into your eyes. "You want to see my cock?" he said as he licked his lips "suck it?". His strong boulder was turning you on so bad, you just wanted to get on your knees and fill your mouth up with his big cock. "I'm going to fuck some sence into you" You said simple and opened his belt and opened his zipper, "then I think youre gonna have to fuck me more than once, if that's your plan" he flirted. "Even then" he said and shaked his head and chuckled. You stepped off him and dragged down his pants in one movement. He just grinned when he saw the look on your face. His large dick bounced out of his pants. His throbbing dick was teasing you, making you so horny you felt your body start to shake of excitement.

You looked up at him, not breaking the eye contact once. You wanted to see him, hear his gasp and sounds, you wanted to see this asshole enjoy himself. You wanted to make him cum so good. You wanted him to make you feel good. You grabbed his dick and tried to inhale his length into your mouth in one try but he was too large, you took your free hand and jerked him off while trying to suck him. All the sounds you were making was driving him crazy, he began to hum and trying to hold back moans, but failing. "Maybe I will get decent orgasm out of you" you saidand walked off him and took off your thong and bra, throwing them at him.

He shaked his head "shut up and just fuck me already" he said in a low voice. "shut up" you barked and sat back down ontop of him and slowly placing the tip of his length outside of your clit. "Youre not gonna kill me so stop acting tough" he said and panted slowly, He grabbed your thighs and placed his hands slowly on your ass. "I hate you so much" you said as you placed his length inside you, trying to let his cock fill you up. He was so large so it started to hurt a little but It felt so good at the same time. You began to ride him slowly, It hurt but felt so good. "you are so funny" he grinned and began to choke you lightly.

You moaned and started to ride him "I hate you" you moaned, He grunted as he leaned back and stared at your movement. "Youre kinda cute thinking you stand a chance of killing me!" he grinned and spanked your ass with his free hand. You grinned and chocked him back. "I got you just where I want, asshole" you grinned and moved your position a little better, moved your legs so you got more controll. You placed your hands on his shoulders.

You grabbed his hat and threw it away and then you ripped open his vest an his shirt underneath, revealing his muscles underneath. You grinned at him when he threw off his jacket. His hips began to move up and down slowly. His tie was still on him so you grabbed it and started to ride him back while grinning. You both had an perfect rythum going on and it was annoying as hell. "Fuck you so much" you said as your eyes rolled back in your head. Your body was on fire, and his body felt so good around you.

His hands moved slowly down to your hips. He was so warm and was now completely naked. He moaned and moved his hands up to your tits and pinched them lightly and the other one he moved down to your clit and began to move his finger on your upper clit in circles. His head flew back and his hips started to thrust harder up into you. "I hate you so much" you moaned and gripped tighter around his tie. "Y/N" he moaned, and moved his hands on your hips and spanked your ass with his other hand "Fuck you" you said and moaned back, feeling orgasm coming close.

Suddenly he grabbed your hips hard and began to thrust hard up into you, "hate you" you continued to say while he was thrusting so hard into you until you hit climax. "Fuck" he moaned and slipped out his length out of you and climaxed. He panted while he grinned "what now?" He asked you. You just sighed and shaked your head in defeat, defeat if his dick. You looked at his cock and grinned. "Oh fuck it" you grinned and crashed your lips into his. "Your Dick is too good"

#buggy smut #buggy one piece #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy x y/n #one piece live action #one piece smut #kinktober 2023 #english is not my first language

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lostfirefly · 11 days

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Secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought, maybe I just wanna be yours

One of my favorite moments of the 3d episode in OPLA, the moment with the knives. And I thought. Why not? English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Buggy and F/GN Reader - Masterlist is here.

Description: You throw knives together with Cabaji. Buggy joins you.

Words: 1665

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots

The title is taken from “I Wanna Be Yours” by Arctic Monkeys.

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“Oh, come on, Y/N! Admit it!”

“You're talking nonsense, Cabaji!” You were sitting in an awning on a keg sipping beer. “I don't care about him!”

“Really? I thought you like him.” Cabaji shrugged. “There was some harbor girl coming out of his quarters this morning, barely able to walk. I think you should stop this outrage already, Y/N. You must leave his cabin without being able to walk!”

You choked. "Are you out of your mind? He's my captain, I'm not going to sleep with him!" You started to blush.

“But why? You're an acrobat. I think he'll like it!” Cabaji laughed loudly.

You lost in your thoughts. You joined the Buggy Pirates a few months ago, and became an acrobat on his circus team. To be honest, running off with Captain Clown seemed like a good idea. Your family didn't understand your fascination with the circus and tried to force you to learn a boring profession. You were drawn to the magic of the circus all your life. You liked the smell of candy popcorn. You loved hearing the laughter and applause of the audience. What you didn't like was that after a few months you realized you had feelings for the captain. No, no! A grown man who paints himself as a clown. But the more often you saw him, the more you realized that the sight of him gave you a light electric shock. You tried to avoid making eye contact with him or standing next to him. Every time your captain passed by, touched you, you blushed, and it seemed to you that the whole team already knew about your feelings.

“Okay. Let's take another round!” You sipped your beer, spun off the keg, and picked up your knives. “I'll beat you this time.”

“You haven't been able to beat me since day one on the ship, Y/N!” Cabaji laughed.

“Go to hell! I can do it!” You took the knife firmly in your hand and hurled it at the board.

“Ha! You missed! Loser!” Cabaji sipped his beer, walked over to you, patted you on the shoulder, and threw the knife. “See! Right on target! Who is the winner? Cabaji is the winner!” He pointed at himself with his index fingers.

“You must have thrown a knife at someone the first thing you did as soon as you were born, otherwise I don't understand where such marksmanship comes from!” You waved your hands and shrieked loudly. “Oh, I know! I need a target! We had cabbage for Richie here. Go get it!”

Cabaji shrugged his shoulders and quickly ran off to get the cabbage and went back inside. “Now what am I supposed to do with these sprouts!” He asked in surprise.

“Fix it on a board. I'll imagine it's our Captain Buggy's head, and I'll throw knives at him!” You twirled the knife in your hands with a proud look.

“I told you like him!” Cabaji succeeded and nailed a cabbage sprout to the board.

“He's my…I don’t li..” You swung the knife. “....ke him! Yes! I hit it!”

“The sprouts take up half the board, of course you hit it!” He gave you another knife.

“Oh, Y/N, you like him!” You started imitating Cabaji's voice. “I don't love him! Captain pisses me off! He an...” You took aim and threw another knife. “...noys me!” Another knife. “Walks around his ship like he's king of the world. The fucking king who is always whining!”

“Uh... Y/N!” Cabaji cleared his throat.

“Oh, my beer's too cold. Y/N, get me a new bottle from the fridge!” You threw another knife with anger. “Get it yourself! You can detach your fucking arm and send it to the fridge!”

“Y/N!” Cabaji tried to get your attention.

“Ooh, my omelet is too cold. Y/N, heat it up!” You picked up another knife from the ground and threw it at the cabbage. “I wasn't hired to be your fucking cook, asshole!”

“Y/N!!!!” Cabaji shouted. “Hush!”

“What?” You snapped back. “What's he going to do to me? He's just a fucking cabbage on the board. What do you think? I bet if he was standing behind me right now, he'd start whining about something.” You noticed Cabaji's gaze looking somewhere behind your shoulder. “He's standing behind me now, isn't he?”

He slowly nodded.

You blushed and turned around. “Good evening, Captain!” You slowly looked up. Seeing first his boots, then his clothes, then his red lips, red nose, green eyes, and blue hair. “And we are... We…”

Buggy crossed his arms and stared at you intently. “Having fun, huh?” He shifted his gaze to Cabaji.

“Yeah, relaxing after the show. Throwing knives and talking.” You said quietly.

"I noticed." He said rather dryly and took off his coat.

The first thing you saw were pumped up arms, and you got a little out of breath.

“May I join you?” Buggy walked over to Cabaji who was pulling knives out of a cabbage and took one.

“Sure!” You started to blush and looked away from him.

“Do we have any bets?” Buggy asked, rubbing the hilt with his hand.

“No. Just for fun. Not playing for anything.” You tried to sound calm.

“No interest in playing for anything. I suggest a case of beer.” Buggy threw the knife, and it hit right in the middle of the sprout. “Looks like one point behind me, huh? Cheesecake, your turn!” He smiled slightly and held the knife out to you.

You gently took the edge of the handle, trying not to touch Buggy's hand, and stood in front of the target. You began to swing.

“No, no. My cheesecake, you're holding the knife wrong.” Buggy came up behind you, putting one hand on your wrist. “Take it a little to the right.” He gently moved your hand in the right direction. Your heart began to pound faster.

Buggy brought his face close to your ear and said quietly, “Now throw it!”

You gulped and threw the knife at the cabbage.

“See! Almost hit it!” Buggy adjusted his white glove, sipped from your bottle, and turned back to you. “Let's do it again!” He handed you the knife and stood behind you again. “Take your hand back.” Buggy put his hand on your wrist and lightly touched your waist with the fingers of the other. “And throw!”

You froze for a second, feeling the warmth of his hand on your waist.

“Cheesecake? Throw it!” He ran his hand lightly over your side.

“Oh yeah, I'm throwing it!” You threw the knife at the target but missed s little.

“That's better already! Cabaji, your turn!” Buggy sat down on the keg and sipped your beer again.

Cabaji shrugged, picked up a knife from the ground, threw it and hit the target.

“Good for you! Now it's my turn! Watch how the real masters throw knives!” Buggy mewled, picked up a knife from the cabbage, stood close to you, and threw it towards the board.

You tried your best to hide your admiration and refused to admit that this whole situation was turning you on a bit.

“Cheesecake! Your turn!” Buggy nodded his head at you. Cabaji wanted to walk over to you to help steady your hand, but the captain tsked at him. Buggy walked over to you and took your hand again, with his other hand he had already hugged you tighter and pulled you closer to his chest. Goosebumps ran through your body. You felt like you could feel every beat of his heart through your vertebrae.

“Aim more precisely.” Buggy looked at you over your shoulder. You cast a glance with the edge of your eye and immediately averted your eyes. He literally drilled you with his gaze, and began stroking his hand down your back.

“Jesus!” It went through your head.

You took a deep breath, covered your eyes and threw the knife.

“Ha! You got it!” Buggy clapped his hands together happily. "Hey, is someone keeping score?" He asked, looking back at Cabaji.

“No, captain.” Cabaji shrugged.

“Okay, we’re gentlemen! Let's let the cheesecake win, right?” Buggy picked up the knife from the ground, stood behind you, and pressed closer. “Go ahead yourself, Y/N.” He placed both hands on your waist and pulled you closer.

You didn’t quite understand how to throw a knife in such a position when all you could think about was how close he was standing.

Buggy started stroking your waist, and you didn’t notice how you twitched slightly.

“What's happened?” Buggy asked as he looked at you, placing one hand on your hip.

“Nothing. I'm afraid I'll lose your beer. Captain!” You giggled idiotically, trying to hide your increasing breathing in every possible way. You exhaled, tried to straighten your shoulders and snuggled closer. You pulled your hand back and glanced at Buggy, who didn’t seem to notice that he had already lowered his second hand to your thigh.

You narrowed your eyes and dropped the knife.

"You won, little cheesecake!" Buggy smiled widely and moved his hands to your waist.

“But we didn’t even keep score!” You carefully placed your palms on his.

"I'm the captain here. I said you won, that means you won!" Buggy rested his chin on the top of your head. "Okay. Time to go back to the ship. Let's go, cheesecake, I'll treat you to beer!" He abruptly removed his hands, grabbed his coat, winked at you and walked out.

“I’m telling you for sure, soon you will have difficulty leaving his cabin!” Cabaji collected the knives from the ground and from the cabbage, and grinned.

“I wish...” You whispered.

“What?” He asked again.

“Nothing. Let's go. He's probably waiting for us near the tent.”

In the morning, you really left Buggy's cabin. And judging by the faces of the crew, everyone heard you shout the captain's name loudly several times during the night.

#one piece #buggy the clown #buggy live action #one piece live action #buggy one piece #opla buggy the clown #buggy fanfiction #buggy fic #opla buggy the clown x reader #buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy the clown x you #buggy x female reader #buggy the clown x you #opla buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy x reader

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confused-wanderer · 1 year

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Okay I love the “bat family always pays attention and knows when the other person is going through something” for angst and fluff BUT:

I raise you : Alfred.

The man who always knows when the children are going through something because fuck you he raised every single one of them - some even literally - but knows he can’t be the only one that has to do everything. If this family needs to stick together and show love they can’t just do it when the other person is in threat of dying.

All I’m saying is: Alfred casually mentioning how the house has been quiet and Dicks just been watching Damian’s pets and that’s enough for Jason to furrow his eyebrows and after a few seconds quickly excuse himself with some bullshit reason cuz he knows sometimes Dick misses the circus.

Alfred making an offhand comment about Jason still not leaving exercise floor and constantly playing audiobooks is enough to perk a few ears and everyone goes checking on him cuz sometimes the Lazarus pit burning inside needs to be let out and it only happens in distressing emotions.

Alfred asking Damian to clean the house only for him to find the untouched food plates that Tim has pushed outside his room for days and suddenly the electricity is cut off and oh look Tim’s been forced to take care of himself. Damian still swears it was a burglar attempt but no one believes him.

For batman though, it takes Bruce all of two seconds to know Alfred’s been watching him. Bruce and Alfred always had this routine of Bruce listing down how each kid is doing and deductions cuz in the earlier times too many things kept piling up and led to him not noticing when Dick was seriously ill. Alfred won’t tell him what’s wrong cuz “by god this are your kids I shouldn’t have to tell you how they are!”. So Bruce lists off what he finds and figures who is is doing good and whose not.

#batfamily #batfamily headcanons #dick grayson #jason todd #damian wayne #alfred pennyworth #tim drake #barbara gordon #cassandra cain #duke thomas #bruce wayne #batman #robin rambles

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dollwrites · 1 year

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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 — 𝐫𝐮𝐢 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), this is a darker fic, dub con for a bit, drug use ( LSD ), voyeurism and exhibitionism, Tsukasa involvement, suggested Kaito x reader too, very small amount of RuiKasa, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ i haven’t written in a while so i may be kind of rusty. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

“Rui, something’s wrong —“

why was everything so loud? even the way he pants, his swollen lips parted and hovering inches from your face, the moans that slip free as hot air fans the apples of your cheeks in furious, little puffs— that shouldn’t have been audible over the blaring carnival music that washes around you, but you could hear every break in his breath. you could pick apart his vulgar whimpering, and you thought you might even be able to trace each note that lives within it with the tip of your finger, if only your wrists were not bound with what felt like silk ribboning, you would. due to his candy obsession, his warm breath usually tasted of sweets, but this time was different. the scent of sugar clinging to his tastebuds was so intense that you could taste it on your own.

“Nothing’s wrong, darling,” Rui assures with the shape of his mouth brushing over your countenance. he leaves a wildfire of sensation in the wake of his soft tiers, allowing them to dance over the tip of your nose and tease your mouth, that chased them. “Everything’s perfect.” your head had been swiveling, trying to look past the blinding, rainbow lights to try and decipher where you were. it didn’t look like Rui’s room anymore. in the center of the room, you were suspended in the air ( you only recently realized this when you dropped your head back and found yourself dangling helplessly, jostled in tandem with Rui’s fervent pounding into your guts ), but if you try to follow the slithering silks that coil around your arms and legs, you find they disappear into an abyss— there was no ceiling.

what were those silks connected to?

how were you being supported, exactly?

“Oh, you feel good…” he purrs, biting down on his lower lip hard, passing a sultry whine through his teeth as he savors how your body feels from the inside. “Yes, yes, yes…” he always got lost in you, reveling in how tight you clamped around him, and the way your recoiled in response to his pounding.

then, as your hazy eyeline scanned every inch of the environment, you spotted an audience. once again, however, beyond the chairs and silhouettes of their heads, you could see not a single detail. you knew they were there, because you could hear them. gasping, laughing, cheering.

this wasn’t happening.

you were going crazy.

“I think you gave me too much…” you mewl, curling your toes, but it did little to relieve the pressure Rui was forcing into your body. your head rolls, heavy on your shoulders, and you look back up at him. maybe if you focus on him, you thought, you could get control of yourself. but Rui didn’t even look like Rui. had he changed clothes? you’d most certainly have remembered if he’d met you at the door in a three piece suit and a black top hat balancing precariously askew on his head. it was as if he was part of this world you saw swirling around you, this wicked circus.

“F—fuck, Rui I’m seri— serious—“ you were groaning, though, panting with vulgar delight because it feels so good. Rui had always been a phenomenal lay, but it was always miles better when the two of you were tripping; it was like his fingertips were made of electricity, sending an unbelievable voltage of pure pleasure everywhere they touched.

and usually, Rui was good about measuring out each hit to make sure you could control your trip, but this time was different. at first, you’d looked at your dose and thought it wouldn’t be so bad. but everything got weird when his friend, Tsukasa pulled out his phone. “T—turn the lights on,” you beg, closing your eyes tight. “I—I need to come down.”

“Shh, shh, shh…” Rui croons, both, gloved fists wrapped around the ribbons that bind you. he used that leverage to pull you into his thrusts so he slammed home harder, smacking his hips into yours when he bottoms out, and you cry out loud, clenching your fists. “You’re missing all the lovely sounds,” he mewls, a cherry tint on his cheeks. his golden gaze had been blown out by pitch black pupils, so when you squint and try to meet his eyes, you’re sucked into the depth of his desire for you. you open your mouth to speak, to reiterate your point: you wanted this trip to be over, but his warm fingers clamp over your mouth, muffing your plea, and your eyes widen, “I want the others to hear how wet your sweet, little pussy is, too.”

the others?

for a moment, you’re perplexed. you could only remember that Tsukasa fellow. your eyes dart behind his left shoulder, and catch the two figures. Tsukasa and… someone else. a taller man, perhaps a year or two older than Rui. he has his hands clasped together in front of him, and his head cocked to one side. his features are surprisingly soft, as if the sound of your body squelching and your muffled whimpering is a beautiful symphony and he was listening intently.

you didn’t recognize him.

when had he shown up?

Tsukasa, on the other hand, was staring with big eyes and crimson cheeks, his eyeline jolting back and forth to the rhythm of Rui’s rocking hips, and you realize he must be watching his friend slide in and out with every thrust. he looks hungry.

“Rui, didn’t you promise Tsukasa something?” the other one asks, knowingly glancing to Rui, who doesn’t deny it. “So long as he brought your guest here?”

Rui snickers, glancing over his shoulder, and you do the same, staring at a very flustered Tsukasa. “Well, you certainly won’t be able to touch her from all the way over there.” you blink, bemused, and grip the silk restraints, arching your back— you want to bring Rui’s attention back to you so you can shake your head, give him a signal to let him know that this was not something you were agreeing to, but when he looks back to you, sees you shaking your head, he coos, “Ah, don’t worry! I’ll teach him how to play with you the way you like.”

everything happened way too fast.

from Tsukasa stumbling over, staring at your body with blown out pupils, grasping one finger of his glove in his teeth to pull it off as his other hand reaches for your breast. the black silk is warm when he gropes a handful of you, hard and needy.

“She’s soft, right?” Tsukasa is already nodding, agreeing with him before the question fully leaves his lips. Rui giggles, grasping his friend’s bare wrist once the glove is discarded and guiding his hand between your legs. “Wait until you feel her cunt. Her plushy, little clit is just like a moan button.”

in this moment, you hated that Rui knew exactly how to find it, because he pushed Tsukasa’s thumb against it, swiping skillfully to guide his clearly less experienced friend into the rhythm he knew would drive you crazy, resting his chin on Tsukasa’s shoulder to stare at you from behind his golden tendrils. Tsukasa’s eyes widened in awe as you whimpered into Rui’s glove, your eyelids slitting. the pad of Tsukasa’s thumb was rougher than Rui’s, and it scraped in just the right way to have you reeling.

“See?”

“Woah…” Tsukasa stared, rubbing harder. Rui can’t help but let out a strangled moan, because you were clamping down on him, throbbing.

“Keep doing it just like that,” he breathes heavily in Tsukasa’s ear, encouraging his friend, “She’s clenching like crazy… She likes it.”

you couldn’t even pretend he was wrong, either. your thighs were trembling in their binds, your eyelids fluttering, your head falling back. Rui allows it to, releasing your mouth and you expel a loud, flustered yowl, “F—ff—uck!” you no longer cared about coming down, or even minded that they hadn’t cared whether or not you consented to Tsukasa’s involvement, wanted him to touch you.

now, you didn’t want him to stop.

“M—more,” you whisper, back arching as you squirm, “more, more. C—close…”

Rui’s hand seeks out your throat instead, gripping it to hold you in place so he can plant his feet and drive himself into you in erratic, happy thrusts. he squeezes, crooning as his eyes threaten to close, too, but they remain, heavily lidded and hazy, on you. “Ah… Tsukasa, you’re going to make her cum!” Rui exclaims through heavy panting, “Don’t stop yet, she feels so tight!”

Tsukasa didn’t seem like he had even considered stopping. gritting his teeth, furrowing his brow, he leans over you more, desperate to watch your face contort in pleasure, while his fingers work furiously at the same, rapid-fire pace against your twitching clit. had you been sober, you might’ve even moaned and asked if he played the piano, what with how precise his fingering was, but you weren’t. not even close.

you gurgled and wheezed out pathetically adorable moans as Rui choked you harder, teasing your windpipe to experiment with how much pressure it took to make you sputter, as he fucked every, single lingering thought out of your head.

“Cum for me,” Tsukasa whimpered, needy, as he buried his face in your breasts to suck on them. he didn’t mind that he and his friend were in a game of Twister, entangling with one another in order to both touch you, but Rui didn’t either. he’d allowed Tsukasa to worm in between his body and yours, so long as he didn’t break the join at your sex, and Rui’s chin digs into Tsukasa’s shoulder. you can even see, blurry when you lift your head, his teeth sinking into Tsukasa’s neck every so often, as he allows a moan to vibrate against his flesh. they were both so close to you, both tethered to you. “Please cum hard for me!”

it made you dizzy.

“Cumming…” you croak, and Rui tightens his grip. he must be, too, spurred by how your walls milk him.

“Say my name,” Tsukasa begs, his strumming never once wading up, “say— say that it’s for me…”

“I— I’m cumming for you, Tsukasa!”

that was all that you could muster before you completely unravel into nonsensical babbling and yipping, and writhing. it feels good, so good you’re overloading, and your nails claw at the silks coiled around your wrists.

Rui follows right along behind you, releasing your throat to grasp himself and pull free from your depths so he can slot your folds around his girth as he cums, rubbing his cock between them, his release leaving your sex stickier, and smelling of him.

Tsukasa heard your soft, nearly coherent plea for him to ease up on your hyper sensitive nub, and he obeys, allowing his fingers to dip downwards and gather Rui’s release from between your nerherlips on the tips of his digits. he slides his first, two fingers inside of you, biting down on his lip to muffle a sordid moan when your walls spasm around the new intruders.

“Do you still want to come down?” Rui teases. he’s come around to squat down so he’s face to face with you, petting your hair back before peppering your temple with sugary kisses. you shake your head, weakly.

this world, whether it was a figment of your trip, conjured by too many drugs working overtime in your system, or it really did exist inside of Tsukasa’s cellphone like he claimed, had taken its toll on you, but you no longer cared.

you’d given into the euphoria, and you were enjoying it now.

Rui giggles, his mouth traveling south to kiss your cheek, and then the corner of your mouth, before you finally turn to catch his lips in a passionate lock. you can only hold it for a second before you need to catch your breath, and Rui’s tongue glides along your parted lips. “You want to ride it out? Be a tough, little cookie?”

you nod, smiling, cumdrunk and filled with too much pleasure to turn it down.

“She agreed, just like you said she would.” the mysterious man who’d been watching had moved closer, running svelte, gloved digits over your trembling ankle in butterfly caresses, and hummed, pensively.

Rui beams, nodding as he kisses your mouth, “Mm, I know my girl fairly well. Isn’t that right, darling?”

“More, please…” you whispered, softly, “I want to cum again…”

Rui chortles, and looks up at Tsukasa, still smitten with your sex, and, voice like a bell, croons, “Don’t worry, my little marionette. Tsukasa is going to have you now. And then, Kaito here, will do the same. You’ll be so fucked out by the time you come down, you’ll be a trembling, drooling mess.” Rui swoons at the thought, his smile wide and mischievous, but you mirror it with an entranced, lazy simper, nodding happily to each word. “And I promise, you’ll never want to leave from right here once you’ve taken all three of us.”

#I am very high so if this shit don’t make sense 😡 PRETEND IT DOES #rui #rui x reader #rui x you #rui smut #rui kamishiro #rui kamishiro x reader #rui kamishiro x you #rui kamishiro smut #project sekai #project sekai x reader #project sekai x you #project sekai smut #tsukasa tenma #tsukasa tenma x reader #tsukasa tenma x you

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Blackie Lawless of W.A.S.P. Inside The Electric Circus era

#blackielawless #blackie #wasp #insidetheelectriccircus

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digital-matchmake · 6 months

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*#!& it, Au time

*it's been a decade since the company C&A has declared bankruptcy and shut down, suspiciously just in time as several missing report cases became public. Searches went cold and they were declared dead, obviously many suspects the company and it's higher ups of any involvement but with no proof, the case was closed and forgotten and the company's assets were sold away to those interested in them*

*After unfortunately getting a promotion from the company you work for, you were given an odd USB that was collecting dust in the storage bin instead of the usual celebration because you qoute from them "Things are getting more expensive here" Yeah right and so they decided to give you this old piece of junk but when they explained that the USB belongs to the C&A company before their bankruptcy you were curious on its contents*

*What could be inside this USB? Some kind of company secret? a file containing sensitive info? Some video of worker's training? At this point you aren't sure as all you know is that the company used to air some weird 3d shows that no one seems to remember. Maybe you should plug it in to see or maybe you can just sell the damn thing again but who the hell would want an old USB? Collectors maybe?*

*It would take you another week and a half to finally get curious enough to actually plug in the darn thing to your PC, when you did it prompt a request to download and wanting to know what contains in the damn thing, You click accept as it started downloading. it took a while and after it finishes downloading, An app icon appear on your desktop, it says "The amazing DIGITAL CIRCUS", hovering your mouse over it, you double click and... it opened to a blank screen, confuse, you click anything in the screen, nothing, you pressed Esc and it merely brought you back to your Monitor, is that it? what a rip off*

*Well you sure hope it isn't any kind of virus, you lean over to your pc to pull out the USB , Ready to throw it back at your boss for some actual money for your promotion when you suddenly hear a warped noise, almost sounding like a liquid being plunged through by something or someone, you turn back to your monitor and felt your heart jump to your throat as you see a gloved red hand sticking through your monitor, reaching out to you*

"WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!"

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In this au, after being trapped in the digital world for at least 20 years, the performers were finally given the means of exit but not in the way that they thought, being in the digital world for so long their bodies were basically turned into digital overtime and their human bodies and memories are lost. So now basically think of them as like the gems from steven universe in the real world now.

They live with the reader after making a bit of deal with them and after calming them down (Cuz u would get scared too if you see this giant grinning rabbit man in yo living room)

They can use any devices with screens as like portals to the real world and to the digital world but also to get from one place to another, their size changes depending on which device they come out from, they can be small like around 4-6 inches when coming out of an apple watch for example, normalish (but still bigger than human) when coming out of a 55 inch tv screen and just flat out giant when coming out of a digital billboard, thankfully they can only go into a device in which the reader has access on so no giant Jax terrorizing some poor city.

They also cannot go too far from the reader, if they are very far like around 10 feet apart, they are instantly teleported next to the reader (kinda like a minecraft dog lmao)

Since they are technically in digital bodies, they do not need to eat nor drink BUT they do get tired now as they aren't constantly being fed electricity like in their digital world, they can recharge by either A. Napping (Not reccomended as it would take a day to fully recharge), B. Going into any devices and just staying there until their battery is full (Alright) or C. They can literally just place a plugged in charger in their mouth and they will recharge (They charge fast this way but with the reader's limited chargers they just tend to do the second option)

Reader was traumatized from their first encounter and literally barricaded themselves in their bathroom with all their devices turned off after learning they can use them as portals, Stayed there for about a day and a half before Ragatha managed to talk through them.

They tend to be small when they are out, mostly because the reader always brings their phone everywhere and thats how they usually be with the reader.

You all know those shimeji companion that you can download into your phone and you can pick them up and stuff? Well the reader can do that while they are in her phone but they also can mess with the reader's apps and stuff.

Caine is there but since he is an ai through and through, he just enjoys his retirement in the reader's pc and cannot get out into the real world.

Pomni thinks that she owes the reader big time for saving her from the digital hell.

The name of this Au is "Digital Circus is out!" (May change soon)

Edit- The name is changed to Digital Roommates!

#reader #tadc pomni #tadc reader #the amazing digital circus #tadc ragatha #tadc caine #tadc jax #tadc au #tadc Digital roommates #Digital Roommates au #Digital Roommates

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The ripple effect

So finally, it would seem the news from Hollywood are not good at all. A press release from SAG-AFTRA informs us that AMPTP/TPTB chose to drop the towel after a very long negotiation process (not a good sign, in my book), that continued even after their latest unacceptable offer, as you can read down below (https://x.com/sagaftra/status/1712368110253285730?s=20):

The mainstream media (always NYT, in this house) reported also on the studios' offer, which may or may not be helpful for understanding what exactly is at stake (https://www.nytimes.com/2023/10/12/business/media/actors-strike-talks-suspended.html?searchResultPosition=2):

Now that is a very hardball, completely insolent position. I am peeling my eyes in disbelief at the idea of offering 'further protections around the use of A.I.', when it was hoped that the use of A.I. would be treated as an exception, not as future reality the industry should work 'around'. This is what really is at stake, not the almost abusive allegation of 'unbearable economic burden' (that is a mafioso pretext) an 800 million USD yearly viewership bonus would supposedly entail. The real financial impact of such a compromise solution, as disclosed by SAG-AFTRA, is negligible: 'less than 57 cents/subscriber'.

And, to make things worse, it would seem the studios deliberately lied to the press, too (it would not be the first time - we shippers know it so well, eh?):

All this circus, despite a cataclysmic impact on California's economy:

(Sourced at: https://www.nytimes.com/2023/09/21/realestate/writers-strike-rent-ny-la.html).

And that was the situation three weeks ago, when I found this article and promptly set it aside, waiting for the right moment to share it with you. And you know the situation is serious, when news like these are to be found not in the business, but in the real estate section of the newspaper. Along with this kind of comments, likely to suggest the possibility of unrest, if things go on like this:

People living in their flats without electricity or sleeping in their cars: it would seem this strike added unwanted insult to the drastic COVID injury in this particular sector of the labor market.

But what interested me the most about this whole affair was the ripple effect on the British film industry, in an attempt to see what is next for OL's Season 8. Thankfully, I didn't have to go very far and speculate more than the NYT did itself. Oh, and before Mordor starts shouting insanities, their LHR's correspondent paper, back in September, is called 'Hollywood Strikes Send a Chill Through Britain’s Film Industry' (https://www.nytimes.com/2023/09/19/business/hollywood-strikes-uk-filmmaking-industry.html):

Despite my unflappable optimism, I have to say that doesn't sound good at all, especially when you know this is precisely the case for OL, a production 'with stars who are SAG-AFTRA members' (or at least compelled to stand in solidarity with the strike, by SAG-AFTRA's own statement of conduct). I predict a very late start for the shooting of Season 8. And further unrest in the UK sector 'in the middle of next year' means that UK based and staffed productions may be fewer and less important, since that calendar announced by Equity could seriously compromise their promotion, a risk not many studios are willing to take. So less alternatives for both S&C, at least for the UK alone.

The writers' strike was a very long one - five months. I suppose the studios are willing to play for time and prefer a long stalemate of the negotiations with SAG-AFTRA, in the attempt of breaking the union consensus from the inside. With people's economies gone and the prospect of a dire, uncertain way ahead, there is no way SAG-AFTRA's compensations, mainly aimed at keeping people afloat with their rent costs, could cover the real impact on its members' everyday lives, on the long run. They would also prefer to foolishly cry over a fictitious 800 million USD 'burden' and not see the (at least) six times bigger negative impact on the local economy, which translates both in net losses of profit for thousands of businesses (mainly SMEs) and thousands of lost jobs.

And in the middle of all this, it would seem that Herself is on her way to the NYCC. Whatever for, sweet summer child, I would brazenly ask this strange, diminutive woman who started it all.

#sag aftra strike

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betyloca · 2 months

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Fenómeno de circo

Summary: Kurt is sent on a mission in Latin America where he has to look for a mutant in a circus where he meets you at your show.

kurt wagner x latin mutant reader

warnings: abuse /grocerias/Spanish/violence

Kurt walked through the streets of Buenos Aires inspecting the area while looking for the place where the person he had to find would be. He had been assigned the mission of finding a mutant who was in a circus.

That brought back memories when he lived in one, he spent almost his entire childhood in the circus.

He looked in front of him, seeing the entrance to the amusement park, he entered, seeing all the people looking excitedly at the attractions, children running everywhere, he looked in all directions but he couldn't find the tent, he went to ask a worker.

Kurt: Excuse me, do you speak English?

Worker: Yes, how can I help you?

Kurt: Do you know where the circus tent is?

worker: behind the roller coaster there is a tent if you are interested - pointing towards the attraction

Kurt: thank you - as he leaves for the attraction

As he headed he could notice how men were paying their entrance to the guard "damn" he thought as he walked away without being seen when the guard got distracted Kurt teleported inside the tent.

He saw the entire crowd of people applauding the show, he could tell that they were not Latinos but North Americans. He hid with him and took shelter among the people. He began to inspect the clown show, making a fool of himself.

While they were falling and making jokes among themselves, when their act ended they said goodbye to the audience. When the presenter appeared he saw how they brought a cage covered with a cloth

presenter: hello ladies and gentlemen, finally the act you were waiting for, be careful because what we have is a mutant, will you have your eyes open and consider the question, is it a woman or a beast? Discover it the great lady monster.

When he said that under the cloth showing a woman with a sword hanging from a trapeze

presenter: look, is it a woman or a monster?

He said hitting the cage with his cane. She seemed to get upset when I came down and noticed her dark hands ending in claws, her animal feet and her yellow eyes like those of a predator. She leaned against the bars roaring like a lion.

x: she is a monster

x: all mutants are

x: they should be locked up like this

He hated how those people spoke, he started to get a little closer.

presenter: do you want to see her eat?

people shouted saying yes

people appeared throwing a bucket of animal meat into the cage she immediately ran towards the meat to start devouring it the people began to exclaim that it was a beast "how can they humiliate a person that way" I thought I saw how people began to Throwing things at the cage, hitting the poor girl, she started to growl when she ran to the bars when she made contact with them, she flew to the center of the cage unconscious.

presenter: sorry treasure, be careful with the electricity

He said while everyone started laughing, a person arrived to take her out of the cage to take her. When I noticed that, I saw my opportunity. I immediately teleported in front of the men. I started hitting them, taking the girl and teleporting away from there.

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You woke up little by little, your muscles hurt, you felt something soft and comfortable underneath you, it didn't feel like the ground.

x: calm down you are safe. you heard you opened your eyes a little you saw a blurry person you opened them suddenly moving away from the strange person growling at him when he tried to get closer

x: I won't hurt you, I'm a mutant like you, do you understand me?

You heard him ask, did you understand little English?

y/n: yes

Kurt: Okay, I'm Kurt Wagner.

he said extending his hand

You just looked at her with half-closed eyes.

Kurt: I know you don't trust me but I'm not a bad person.

You just put your knees on your chest, hugging them away from him.

He looked at you with sadness because they had hurt you so much so that you didn't trust anyone.

Kurt: You know, I also lived in a circus.

He said as he crouched down on the edge of the bed, you turned to look at him.

y/n: you don't seem like it un chico de circo

Kurt: Oh yes, I was a great acrobat, they called me the incredible nightcrowler.

He stopped doing acrobatics, you stopped being tense.

Kurt: Until I left there.

y/n: and where did you go?

Kurt: Some people showed me a mutant academy and I stayed

You look confused without understanding a little

Kurt: Umm.. academia ...mutant...you understand

You nodded, he asked your permission to sit on the bed, you moved to give him space, he sat on the opposite side to see you.

Kurt: If you want, you can come, no one will hurt you there, I promise, but it's your choice.

y/n: lo prometes if you stay close

Kurt: promise

y/n: okay

He smiled happily.

Kurt: Well tomorrow we will go now you have to rest Liebling I will be outside if you need anything

He said as he left you laid your head on the pillow you were happy your nightmare was over "adiós malditos idiotas jamás me volverán a lastimar" you thought now you knew you would be happy.

y/n: kurt te doy mi lealtad

you whispered to save yourself from that place until you fell asleep

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I was outside Y/N's room, poor girl, but I'm glad that she's accepted there, as I promised. I won't separate from her. I'll show her that we're not all monsters. My goal now is to see her smile.

#marvel #nightcrawler x reader #kurt wagner x reader #x men movies #x reader #xmen x reader #xmen imagine #kurt wagner #nigthcawler

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🕷Is It My Body🕷

Eddie Munson x Reader

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Summary: Eddie Munson drives the way he looks like he would drive.

No finesse and all maniac speed. Seemingly more concerned with thumping the stereo to get it to work properly, than what’s ahead in the road.

You’re clamped into that passenger seat for your life with sloppy drunk hands. Nudged somewhere between half sober and half cut. Recognising the blurring drag of safe safe Hawkins outside your window.

Or;

The one where Eddie gives you a ride home after your friend ditched you at a terrible party.

! ! ! This follows on from my first Eddie one shot which you can read here ! ! !

Of all the ways you pictured the ending of this party, it had to be said, this right now? Oh, it would be so very, very low on your list.

Scraping the heel of it in fact.

You’d wanted to bail. Stalk off home by yourself and send Linda a pissy message by way of your absence.

Or maybe you’d get black out drunk. Sink to the bottom of a cup again and again. End up passing out on that shitty cracked plastic sun lounger in the garden.

Wake up in the morning still laid there, with a splitting head and cotton mouth. Crunched crushed solo cups and beer cans littered all over Kyle’s too green lawn.

You didn’t think it would be that you were being driven home, way before curfew, a lick too fast, in a tacky old van, with an interior that’s all stale weed and distant stench of spilled beer, emanating from the scratchy balding carpet in the back.

You’d never have guessed your night would be this. Eddie Munson and all the dreadful rumours about him that curled around his character, and his threatening reputation. And he’s plucking you out your misery to take you home.

He practically sprung down the street to the clunky old heap of a van. Swung open the passenger door- for you. His rings clack sharp on the door handle. Dumb grin lights up his entire maniacal face. Ladies first.

Who cares if this was your drunken stupidity blindsiding you at its finest… Anything was preferable to staying even within 20 yards near that house teeming with jocks, bedrooms, and hormones lost to drink.

“Your humble chariot.” He mock bows to you. Slipping his hand to yours and helping you climb on in.

Your stunned brain takes a second to realise his hand has yours. Holding yours. Electric skipping on your fingers. Your mouth gapes a little, and you swallow when you look down just to check.

Yes. That would be his fingers wrapped around yours. Warm gentle skin. Cold rings. Big manly sized palm. His chain bracelet sliding down his wrist.

You thank him. A tiny little peck of a word. Almost slurred from your lips.

His hands are way way softer than you thought they’d be- damn . No guitar calluses how is that even logically possible.

His touch withdraws and there’s that Cheshire Cat grin. Again . Locks eyes with you.

You turn away and move to shift a couple of tapes out the way of your ass before you sat on them. Iron Maiden’s Piece of Mind, and W.A.S.P’s Inside the Electric Circus. It wouldn’t do well to ingratiate yourself to Eddie by mangling the cassettes of some of his beloved bands.

“Belt up, pencils.” He encourages sweetly. Elbow slung off the door. Orange street lights drip and spill into the cold wrinkles of his leather jacket arms.

And you do. He stays round your side. It’s unnerving that he watches you fumble for the buckle with drink numbed fingers for a second.

“Geez. Take a picture. It’ll last longer.” You play around. Self awareness making your cheeks throb all warm. You flick hair off your hot forehead once more.

He doesn’t rise to the bait. He stands there until he’s satisfied.

You click the belt to the buckle with resounding success. The fucker has the nerve to loop a finger under and tug on it twice. Just to check.

You frown all bemused again. God, he thinks you’re so irresistible to look at when you do that.

“Precious cargo here. I don’t take risks.” He slams your door with a careful creaking thud and takes to his side.

Your brows shoot up. Disbelief stains your expression.

“I highly doubt that.” You gawk to yourself as his door creaks and slams and then he shifts into his seat.

Risk-less? He who wanders around your school with a metal lunchbox full of weed and roll your own papers.

He who was taking this random girl he’s only just really met, home from a shitty party. Not caring to abandon her to fester all on her own.

Rounding up those little lost sheepies, huh, Munson?

My specialty, babe.

He twists his hand on the hanging set of keys in the ignition, and the engine whines and then decides to be merciful and putter to life. Rock is suddenly shredding your ears from the radio.

Instant loud aggressive thrash guitar, drums that pound like thundering war, and a shrieking male singer starts to wail through the speakers.

‘I got pictures of naked ladies, lyin on their beds. I whiff that smell and sweet convulsion, starts a swellin inside my head.’

You don’t mean too - but your mouth curls into a smirk. The very overtly roaring sexual nature of the song. Nothing was subtle about it. The chorus screaming about animals and fucking like beasts.

He winces at the too loud volume and flicked those bambi bourbon eyes across at you to sharply turn the dial down.

It’s kinda endearing really-

He looks almost sheepish you heard it. Looking around as he pulls away and off into the road.

Made you smile and your stomach all slippery with heat inside, that he worried about the delicate state of your ears. Maybe it was the vodka still squirming in your stomach you can blame that on.

You had a feeling it was a pure habit. You could picture him in his state of bliss with music turned up to deafening. Head banging with that waved mane flying as he drove. Rings and fingers snapping where he tapped his hand flat on the wheel to the beat. Window down, hair tugged by the rioting wind. He’s loud, unapologetic and so messy with the unclear way he moves through life.

And Eddie drives the way he looks like he would drive. No finesse and all maniac speed. Seemingly more concerned with thumping the stereo to get it to work properly, than what’s ahead in the road.

You’re clamped into that passenger seat for your life with sloppy drunk hands. One clutching at the door. The other hooked to the ripped seat. Nudged somewhere between half sober and half cut.

The fuzzy twirl of your eyes and mind, the blurring drag of safe safe Hawkins outside your window, indicates the alcohol that still flushed in your system making your cheeks and neck warm.

Or maybe that’s just because of your proximity to him. You don’t let that possibly ruinous thought get any roots down. It was drink.

It was the drink doing all the thinking and talking. Right?

Too much vodka and the nice offer of a lift home- that’s all. Full stop. Period.

Death metal cassette tapes are strewn around your feet. You realise when one slides over your shoe. Album covers with skulls and glowing red eyes. Crimson red and matte black struck with blue lightning. Skull sneers. Skeletons and their yellow bones exposed with ripped flesh. Searing eyes in dark sockets.

The cassettes are clunking onto your feet when he turns a corner. He curses when more fall over your boots. “ Shit, sorry. I just sorta throw stuff on the seat.” Takes his eyes off the road for a split second to turn to you. Hair flicks at his cheek with the twist of his head.

“It’s ok.” You state softly. And it is. You’d put him out with him having to take you home. Not the other way around.

Leaning down a little, you scoot down to pick them up. Leaf through, but not enough to make him think you’re being nosy and poking around in his things casting judgement.

“Wasn’t exactly expecting to give anyone a ride home from a weed deal in the woods behind Kyles house.” Eddie explained with a wry grin.

“No? Shame. Your client seemed like such a great guy.” You snarked. You shared a smile as you remembered the rude jerk who’d spat abuse at you after stomping off with his purchase from Eddie.

You’re looking down at the tapes in your lap you’ve gathered up to safety from the floor. Looking at a few of the covers. Some you recognised. Some weren’t your scene, but they looked intimidatingly metal.

You hold up a Cramps cassette. “This one is good.”

Eddie jerks his head to you like you’ve suddenly sprouted devil horns and pansies out your hair. Cynicism rooted deep in those eyes.

“No way.” He says with quietly mounting confusion.

Your face falls. Trying to keep up with him is keeping you on your toes that’s for sure.

“No way, what?” You seek. Amusement tipping up your smile. His enthusiasm is infectious.

“You gotta be bullshitting me. There’s no way you know who the Cramps are, Pencils.”

“What you think I only listen to poppy shit like Madonna and Wham?” You ask him.

“I had my doubts.” He shrugs all teasing.

“Pirate boots seemed very Adam Ant. I misjudged you on that one.” He confessed. Once again with you, he’d drawn the wrong conclusion. Shot a blank.

You reached down and plucked at your belt. “Yeah, well.”

The bright plastic bangles. The earrings. The huge proofed up and waved hair. None of it was really you. You’re strewn with borrowed essences from Linda’s wardrobe. Not yours.

“The way I look tonight, I don’t exactly blame you for thinking that of me. I look like every other dime store airhead at school who thinks Tears for Fears are dreamy as hell.” You admit.

He goes quiet for a beat. Licks his bottom lip. Chews it a little with his teeth. “Still, you- uh.” Another pause.

“You look pretty good from where I’m sitting.” He says.

“With this hair?” You ask. Skating your hand up and feeling the wavy springy curls that await you. Layered in so much crispy Rave hairspray you seriously had to think twice about being near anyone lighting up tonight.

“It’s not the hair I’m lookin at, Pencils. It’s the girl attached to it.” He decided honestly. His gaze was on the road. But he turned his head towards you.

Caught your eye for just a second. His honest answer blew you clean away.

“You’re not high are you?” You ask carefully with implied mirth. Eyes flicking up and down his face to drink in that expression.

Because there’s no way on earth this cool guy is flirting with you. It’s just not possible. His type is probably some ultra goth rock chick in ripped fishnet tights and leathers on a Metallica poster. Or on the back of a roaring Harley.

He slaps a ring clad hand over his heart. Crinkled that already creased Hellfire t-shirt. “Scouts honour.”

“You? Scouts?“ You doubt.

“Goddamn it Pencils. Stop needling me, man. I can only take so many hits in one night.”

You turn to look out your window. Wet your lips and chuckle.

Your neck crawls with heat. Spine flushed with dizziness, cause my god, that was out of left field and so unexpectedly sweet. You can’t even think of a witty cut back of a response.

Got me there. Munson. Cat fully got my tongue.

“You gotta tell me how you’ve heard the Cramps now. C’mon. My mind is teeming with such vivid stories.” He piped up.

You chuckle. Again. Lay his teeming mind at rest.

“I work in the record store. The one over on Franklin.” You tell him.

Every shift when it’s your turn to click in a cassette to play, your boss, Sal, rolls his eyes back and grumbles with whatever you put on, be it some gritty paced punk, or some glam shock rock. Basically anything that interrupts his usual whining, hour long prog rock noises. Dirges of King Crimson and Genesis.

“You do?” He checks. “Well damn. In that case, It looks like I may have to consider growing some balls, and asking you for your number.”

Those words smack you straight in the gut. In a great way.

You find yourself nodding. “Ok. I may be a little drunk still, but I’ll give it to you, that was smooth.”

“I’m very good at admitting I have no balls.” He says seriously which makes you bark out laughter.

He rolled his hands in the air as he spoke. Wrists hanging off the wheel. “I wasn’t gonna bring it up at all actually...”

“Your balls?” You joke.

It earns an unguarded smile from him.

“Not on a first acquaintance.” He says in a stuffy put-upon voice, holds the steering wheel and flicks those dangerous eyes over at you.

“But y’ know? Timing wasn’t great back there. It didn’t seem like the cool moment to hit on you when you were all angry and looking like you wanted to put your whole fist through a wall.” He clenched one hand on the steering wheel.

“Mmm. No not my fist. Maybe my friends head though.” You grumped with an evil smirk.

“I really can’t read you right, can I?” He insists with mocking frustration. Bouncing his knee like he’s nervous.

You watch his profile when he grins. You cannot pin him down either. It would be like trying to herd sand.

“I’d say you’re doing pretty good, actually, Munson.” You tell him with a nod. Nervously picking at the plastic covering a very worn Metallica cassette.

There’s just something magnetic about him. You’re certain you’ll never discover what it is - you’ve been trying to decipher it ever since he leapt up onto that lounger next to you. Crazy and bounding. Spilling over with energy.

Perhaps it’s in the sheer unpredictability of his character, it’s as wild and chaotic as the rest of his rugged appearance. The way those whiskey-black eyes swallowed you in when you spoke. The crinkled dips that shaded either side of his bright eager smile. Something playful about that full smile. Almost boyish.

Maybe it’s the way he dresses like something spat straight out the glossy pages of Rolling Stone. Appearance shrined in pin badges and patches, and a poorly stitched denim vest.

Even in physique he would admit that he looks undesirable; like a cross between a shaggy wet dog and a newborn foal. The way he talks about himself makes it sound like cause he’s not straight out of a bullshit J-Crew beige catalogue like so many others, that no one could possibly find him hot.

He’s far more original than any of the athlete meat heads at your school. You like that about him. No one is like him that you’ve ever seen.

Despite the devilry and bad press you’ve heard of him, it was so unbelievably touching the way he shifted into being entirely nice and unassuming so as not to unnerve you even further tonight.

The way he dropped every ounce of attitude, in order to make you feel more comfortable. That was something.

There was definitely something in the way that he just took a minute and talked to you; the loser girl sat all alone in the dark. On the fringes. Toasting on her own and pointedly avoiding the rest of the party.

Alright, so you’d never decipher this guy, but something in you recognised something in him. Freaks always find their way to other freaks. Isn’t that the saying?

“So you’d be cool with me getting your number and maybe even, I dunno, ringing it at some point?” He checks.

“Well. You’re my knight in shining Dio vest. So I guess I do owe you.” You say all playful like you’re still thinking about it.

You’re well past thinking about it at this point. Fuck playing coy. You’d rip your own arm out the socket just to give him your number.

“And yeah. I would be very cool with you ringing it, also.” You added, and really just tried not to sound as geeky as you felt saying it aloud.

“Cool.” He smiled. You watch those dimples ripple in his cheeks. He wipes a sweaty palm on his jeans.

He made the turn onto your street. You scanned the houses. “Tell me when I’m getting warmer here, pencils.”

“At the end on the left.” You tell him. Scanning eyes along the sleepy street. Limned in cheap yellow street lights and dark slants of shadows bursting all over the houses.

Your street wasn’t exactly the classiest in all of Hawkins. A few shabby houses here and there. Your place was definitely not the picture postcard of shining grand suburbia.

Your neighbours had broken or wonky chain link fences separating their yards. And old clunkers sat rusting on your neighbours drive on the house to the right. Somewhere distantly gruff dog barks punctuated the night and it’s low buzzing hum of streetlights.

You didn’t live anywhere fancy but it’s not bad. Your home. A split level ranch house with a scruffy browning lawn and faded pea green paint on the wood panelling, framed by the four second floor windows.

There’s some huge sprawling trees in your otherwise bare yard, a yellow flowering vine honeysuckle climbing up the wooden terrace nailed to the side of the house. It was okay. Not exactly a palace. But not a dump either.

“How wicked pissed are your folks gonna be that I’m the one bringing you home?” Eddie asks as he brings the van to a shuddering stop alongside the curb.

He’s eyeing the dark front window like a strict parental hand is gonna flick the curtain aside any minute and glare out at the street. Eye at the pair of you in scathing disapproval.

“Well, my dad walked out on us when I was four. And my mom is currently somewhere near Bondi Beach.” You tell.

Eddie glances to you with a huge vulnerability falling open in his expression.

“You’re here all by yourself?” He asks or states. That thought weighs on him. You going home to a dark empty house. That doesn’t settle right. Sticks in his throat like a scraping rock.

“My sister works nights at the Diner just outside of Hawkins. And she stays with her boyfriend sometimes. Mom’s away for a few more days. Off where she usually is. Circling the globe.”

His face warrants you to explain. A gentle frown on those dark brows that just escape his unruly bangs.

“She’s a stewardess with an airline. Hence the travel. She’s home when she can be, and she sends postcards and always leaves a healthy amount of pizza and beer money pinned to fridge. So - I’m golden.” You click your tongue and make a thumbs up gesture as you shift Eddies precious tapes off your lap, back into the overflowing glove compartment.

Eddie nods and looks back to your dark house. He feels saddened by the way you’ve no one to go come home too. Opens a pit in his chest.

Sure, his predicament isn’t entirely foreign to yours. His uncle takes nights so he rarely sees him. Passing ships and all that. His mom couldn’t care less about anything that wasn’t binge drinking a hole in her gut and remarrying asshole after asshole. And his old man? Prison took him away years ago.

But Wayne was good to him. He had someone good. Shared his trailer and his only alright cooking skills with his nephew. He was gruff sure, made terrible coffee, and never talked too much. But he was level headed. Dead intent on keeping Eddie in school and out of trouble til he - finally - graduated.

Wayne was a sturdy salt of the earth man who knew what an honest day’s sweat and toil was. Eddie had sworn long ago he’d grow up to be more like him, and less like his dad, who wasn’t worth the muck on his shoes. He didn’t want to be lumped with the heavy tonne weight of the Munson family name.

Eddie knows with iron clad certainty that when he wakes up tomorrow half sprawled in his bed, that Wayne will have put some leftovers in the fridge for him, along with a fresh six pack. The smell of fresh cheap laundry detergent will be soaking through the trailer. New pack of reds on the kitchen counter. It was invisible care but it was there. Threaded through their trailer even if Wayne himself wasn’t.

You wouldn’t have that. Not here all on your own.

He doesn’t stop himself unbuckling and getting out his side to come straight around to yours. He opens the door for you - again.

You take his offered hand again and ease out the van to come and stand down in front of him. Your boots click on the tarmac drive.

He seems to stand next to you not quite knowing what to do. Or where to put his eyes. Awkwardly holding his hands on his hips at his belt. Floundering between looking at you, and looking at your house.

The silence seems suffocating for a moment. Only broken by the distant noises of cicadas and their hum and that damn dog still barking it’s head off down the street.

“Thank you. For taking the trouble to drop me home.” You say again gently. Layering on the gratitude. Because you are grateful not to have had to walk all the way here in the dark, drunk, alone. In pinching boots. Charlie would strangle the daylights out of you for doing that.

“Y’know. Civic duty really.” He clasps a hand over his chest. Shaking his head. Waving it off as nothing.

You slowly meander to the cracked weed strewn drive to your door. Eddie shoves his toes at crackling stones underfoot. Your shoes seem to echo so loud against the house. Little stabs of kitten heels.

“I uh, couldn’t live with myself knowing I left a Cramps fan all alone there listening to very inferior music.” He chuckles with a giddy grin.

“Don’t know how you would’ve slept soundly tonight.” You go along with his little joke.

Wobbling a little as you laugh. So unguarded you almost snort laughter. You smother your laugh with your hand to stop it.

You feel his hand on the white leather of your boxy jacket shoulder. Steadying you again. “Found your feet yet, pencils?” He grins.

You nod. Reassuring him. Your legs were still distantly related to the plights of your brain. But you’re whirling more and more into sobriety with each second. Too many solo cups and a beer starting to take their toll.

“These fucking boots. I tell ya. Lethal. Don’t know how Adam gets around in these.” You mumble. Trying to balance in the pointy things when drunk was a challenge you were ill-equipped to tackle

In truth they were starting to hurt. Stupid pointed toes. You’d throw these at Linda’s head when you saw her next.

“Well, he has the Ant’s support on stage.” Eddie guesses. Shoving his hands now in his jacket pocket, safely convinced you’ve remembered how to walk in a straight line without toppling.

You point a finger at him. Shaking it in emphasis. “Of course.”

You’re realising that at some point in your slow promenade down the drive, eventually you’re gonna have to stop when you hit porch or house.

You start patting your pockets trying to allocate the lump of your keys. Something bulky gets a pat in your right pocket. You halt dead.

Fuck-

“Oh shit.” You curse as your fingers stumble through a metal hoop and pull out a set of keys. You wrangle them out and hold them up.

Eddie’s looking at you for clarification as you curse. “Shit. Shit. Shiiittt.”

Linda’s car keys. You don’t remember how the fuck they ended up sneaking themselves into your pocket.

You catch his eye and then you’re both grinning like possessed maniacs. Eddie’s smile grows so wide and it makes your heart pound. You stand there under the dingy orange streetlights laughing your asses off with each other.

You have to playfully swing at his arm to get him to shut up. Or he’ll get Mrs Abernathy over the road twitching her net curtains, puckered old face of hers with her rollers in, peeking out and seeing what the noise is at this ungodly hour.

Like his shredding music didn’t wake everyone in a two mile radius when his van was prowling on down the street.

He lets you take a playful swing at his arm. Doesn’t budge an inch when you shove him. He’s stuck on watching you smile so giddy.

Karmas a bitch.

“I’d say that’s a fair form of payback.” Eddie grins like the devil he’s rumoured to be. More leering naughtiness in his face than on the scarlet demon on his t-shirt.

“Ohhh. She’s gonna be pissed. I will never hear the end of this coming out her big lipsticked mouth.” You tell him. Making a face.

“A trait I’m sure her lover boy appreciates.” Eddie jokes crassly with you. You only just manage not to snort again. Too much laughter bubbling at your stomach almost hurts, holding it back.

“Jesus.” You exclaim, as you find your keys and weigh them in your palm. Penny metal smeared across your sweaty hands.

You stand there and hold your keys. Cause whatever the hell this is, you don’t want it to be over just quite yet. Not yet.

Why don’t you want this part of the night over yet?

Oh yes. That’s right. Because Eddie Hellfire Freak Munson is stood behind you when you turn back and look at him. Like a rockers wet dream.

All stunning wild hair haloed in muddy orange streetlights. Eyes a shining pool of whiskey dark chocolate, and those pillowy pink lips, you just wanna spend hours mouthing at, and feel his groaned response. Fingers twisted in his hair. Feel him slide his tongue into the cup of your mouth and flash yours along his teeth.

You bet he could be a great kisser with those. And those hands, you wanted them on you in any capacity. Everywhere. Skid in your back jeans pocket. Cupping your ass. Warm skin and cold rings burning on your back. Cupping your neck. Tilting your jaw up as he mouthed and sucked over your kicking pulse. Biting your throat.

So apparently you’re a much hornier drunk than you ever cared to realise.

Especially when a long haired, unconventionally pretty boy, with a heart of pure melting liquid gold, crosses your path.

You uncurl your tongue from the roof of your foolish mouth and try and think back to those flirting tips Linda read you from that issues of Cosmo once. Sat on her bed in your plaid pyjamas eating cookie dough. She then pulled out a playboy mag and started to compare tips and tricks. And whether or not small tits were prettier than big ones.

But when your drunk brain shreds that not very useful memory to incoherent babbles, you struggle to locate any form of flirting or Cosmo tips on behaviour, so you’re left with an embarrassing plea sat on the tip of your tongue.

“So, what’s the best way to, well. Do you still want, I mean you can have my uhm. “ You’re gesticulating with your hands and getting precisely fucking nowhere. Your tongue tying itself in knots.

You just end up stammering. “Number. My. Um. Number.” And gesturing to yourself. You went to pieces.

You’d kick yourself for this display later on. You really would. Until your shins bleed.

Then he has to go and smile that imperfectly dazzling grin at you. Make you stammer like a moron.

“Hell yes.” Is his reply.

Before you can ask, he’s yanking a thick sharpie out his pocket like it’s nothing. He bites off the lid and rifles through his pockets for paper. He comes up empty-

So he pulls up his sleeve. And that’s where it gets very interesting-

He steps up very very closely to you. Talk about hairs breadth. He’s even more damning up close.

Those bambi eyes are even more stunning with distance halved between you. He’s all cool intimidating craziness and flirty eyes. Smelling like leather, tangy weed and some spice of plain soap. Taste of hops and red ash still swirl heavy on his breath.

He tugs up his leather sleeve. Bat tattoos fluttered across his forearm. He’s handing you the pen. Lid pushed on the end.

You look down and take it. Your hair almost brushed into his. Bangs touching. Eyes intent on yours. Close enough to touch but he doesn’t close the gap. Doesn’t touch. Just looks.

His smile curls up soft at the corners. You felt your reaction to it tug at your stomach. Gnawing.

You never thought it could be so sexy not to be touched.

The desire to kiss him has not gone away. Nor is it likely too. You’re pretty certain your spine will melt soon. Puddle away into nothing and pool sticky at your feet.

You swallow and take your grip around the pen to hold it with a tiny tremble in your fingers. It’s unnerving him being close yet at the same time, you ache inside for more. So much more.

More that wouldn’t be right considering how you’re still a little tipsy.

“You’re not worried it won’t rub off?” You ask him before you commit your number to his arm with some pretty hardcore permanence.

His smirk widens again. One day you hope you find out what that means. Contented that perhaps you never will.

“Isn’t that kinda the point now, Pencils.” He smiles. His eyes glow. You don’t know how, but they do. It’s nearly hypnotic.

You gently reach over and hold his wrist by his chain bracelet. Thumb over his pulse. Start scrawling letters blacker than bruises on that lily white arm that’s exposed to you. All bones and corded threads of sinew faded in half shadow, the other half drowned in light.

You notice he has other things scrawled on the back of his hand in wiggling blue biro. Times and dates. Because of course that’s where he writes down his weed dealings.

You finish and click the lid on the pen and pass it back. Fingertips brushing as he gently plucks the pen off you. He rolls his sleeve back down. Did always try to keep a pen on him. Never know when he might urgently be needing it.

He’s glad he didn’t forget it tonight.

Now he’s rocking one of the best semi-permanent tats he’s ever gotten. And it follows the beautiful unique shape of your phone number.

The bottom few digits peek out his sleeve and run along his wrist. Clasping the bottom of his palm.

“I’ll have to stop by that record store of yours sometime soon, too.” He adds. Looking nervous as he fiddled with his rings. Twirls it around and around his finger. The one with the skull on his left hand.

You’re so giddy your cheeks dully hurt from smiling.

“Absolutely. Come check it out. I apologise in advance for Sal. He just came out that way.” You shrug in a mysterious explanation.

“I’m on the edge of my seat.” He commented idly. “You work weekends?” He seeks. Building a pattern in his head.

“Thursday and Tuesday nights too.” You add. He nods. Makes a mental note.

“Maybe I’ll see you around school?” You hope sweetly.

“Man, I don’t know. I heard something about finals and exams earlier. Put me off. Doesn’t sound like my kinda scene.” He grins.

You definitely know what it means that time. 100% Flirt.

You smiled. “You should give it a try sometime, Munson.”

“I always happily take a pretty girls’ advice.” He says suggestively.

“Wise man.” You offer. He bows his head and his hair curls forwards over his shoulders.

He clasps his hands behind his back. Looks boyish all of sudden again. Kicks something across the tarmac with his shoe. A small stone skits away.

You turn towards your door to slot the key in the lock. He’ll never forgive himself for losing his opportunity. For once he seizes onto the little scrap of bravery life gifted him.

“Hey, uh.”

You turn back and your hair bounces when you look at him.

“Not to come off too strong or weird whatever, but… If you’re ever finding yourself home, alone, you know, mom and sister not around then, maybe we could hang out? Order pizza. Watch a really bad movie or two. Have a smoke-“ He offered.

Brows raising to see what you think. Fiddling with his rings on his fingers behind his back. Nervous tick. He looks like he’s expecting you to shut him down. He’s biting the inside of his lower lip waiting for your answer. He’s adorable.

“I’d love that.” You tell him with a nod.

“The smoke?” He counters. Checking that was cool with you. One brow of his crooks up. Maybe he was corrupting the goody-two shoes art student.

Your responding grin makes his belly completely flip over. Head over heels.

“Hell yes.” You echo back his genuine words.

“Only if you let me pick the movie though.” You bargain. Raising your smile to something cheeky. Defiantly winning. Twisting your hand in the lock. Hearing it give the other side.

“Nothing sappy.” He warns. In hope-

Poor misguided boy.

“Footloose is it. Gotcha.” You accept. Your grin is positively Machiavellian. He suspected there was a little spitfire spirit to you.

“American Werewolf in London.” He counter offers.

“Fine. In a double bill with The Fog. And maybe Carrie.” You add.

He tilts his chin down in an incline of a nod. “Deal.”

“With tootsie rolls. Butter popcorn, and Twizzlers.” You piped up.

He chuckles. “I see your demands and raise you a cold six pack and a joint.” He tilts his head looking crafty. “And Jolly ranchers.”

“Pleasure doing business with you.” You smile at him. Opening your front door and pausing on the front step with your hand on the doorhandle.

He stands there on your drive and you share another few seconds of that gaze that turns your bones to water. Electric bursting in your veins. Stunning you.

You definitely like him

“I may give that school thing you suggested a try. So I guess I’ll see you then.” He says in parting.

“You know. If you need directions there or anything just call me.” You dare. Unable to hold back a big grin.

He winced in taking a breath and an agonised face. “Ooo. Low blow but, fair.”

“Have a good rest of the night, Pencils.” He says in parting.

He hovers awkwardly before floundering with a weird wave that somehow turns into a two fingered salute flicking out from his temple, before he turns away and off back down the drive. Wallet chain hitting his leg as he moved.

You stand at the door and wet your lips. Your hand is so clammy on the cold door handle.

“Wait, Eddie?” You call across to him. You hop down the doorstep and onto the path.

He spins back. Hair flying as he hears the clack of your boots hitting tarmac again. You’re moving closer to him. Walking and trying to act like you aren’t half drunk and wobbling across your lawn to him with one very clear goal in mind.

He twists to face you and his eyes are all big and curious. Smile still warm on his lips.

“Yeah?” He answers. Biting his lower lip. Hands floundering not knowing what to do.

You walk right up to him and don’t waste a second. You lean in real close and kiss his cheek.

You pull back and he’s blinking at you with such a rosy blush creeping into his cheeks, that lets you know he wasn’t expecting that - at all.

He’s looking at you like he can’t quite believe you. And in the best way. Being the town pariah was hell when it came to attracting any sort of attention. From either gender.

Chicks glared at him like he was a leper. They went for the popular guys on route to college with good families and fucking picket fence futures. No one went for him. Never him. The metal head reject, with scruffy mad hair, with only his beloved warlock, a Judas Priest t-shirt, and a blunt to his name. A trailer park upbringing staining him as a hopeless cause for life. He could never scrub that stain away.

“Thanks. For the, tenth time, for seeing me home safe. A very metal move.” You say. Embarrassed with yourself. Blushing and stepping back.

Taking your hands off him and hoping you didn’t just read this wrong and fuck it all up.

You’re all wet lips and he can’t can’t stop looking at your mouth. You smell like cherry gloss and cigarette smoke and some faded fruity perfume that’s all peaches and rose petals lingering on your jacket.

And now he’s realising his inaction is making you ramble, and you’re stepping back and away-

Before he can fully know what’s got a hold of him, he’s drawing you back in.

His hand is under your chin, his rings are cold and they chill you to send shivers racing down your spine. Your hand finds itself sliding down his leather clad arm and holding on for dear life as he kisses you back.

His other hand tugs the corner of your jacket. Keeping you surrendered to him.

Holy shit. His lips are magic.

It’s dirty but somehow unbearably sweet. He tastes of beer and reds. Some long lost taste of mint too.

Unpractised. Maybe even a little sloppy. It’s graduated from something all rolled in sugar and very innocent to something far messier and dirtier.

He pushes his plush lips to yours. They’re wickedly soft and you simply curl into him. Brain blown completely away to heaven, blown away to wherever, away to god only knows- who cares.

You chase for one more second of his mouth when he pulls back. When you do break apart it’s a good thing you’re both holding each other up. Cause, fucking whoa.

Eddie swallows to speak. His thumb smears against your jawbone. You fight off a full body shiver. “I was not expecting that Pencils-“ He grins.

“Just wanted to show you my gratitude is all.” You say. Not moving your hand off his arm.

His other hand is still very much respectfully on your hip. He didn’t even dare try and move it from the side of your jeans.

“No other reason?” He asks softly. His lungs are burning, winded.

“None.” You shake your head. Meeting his eyes and smiling. You look criminally good with bruised lips and that little naughty hellfire glint living in your eyes.

“I think I’m really gonna have to find out where school is now.” He nods. Playing along to your joke with him. “Just got a whole lot more interesting. The fact I might see you around.”

“Might?” You nod. Sounds almost promising.

“Yeah that’s my way of saying I’ll absolutely be looking out for you. But I wanted to sound all cool, and casual about it.” He offers very openly. His fingers tap lightly against your hip. He’s all gestures and swinging his hands when he speaks.

You’ll be damned if this guy doesn’t wear his heart right there on his sleeve with all the zips and chains and metal patches.

“I don’t mind obvious.” You tell him. Stepping back cause you should really be going inside. Tame the way your heart is swooping around your chest like it has a mad mind of its own.

“Good. Good.” He says. A goofy little grin on.

Mourning the way his hands feel pulling off you. You stand close and he tucks his hands into his pockets otherwise he’s too tempted to reach for you again.

“Night, Munson.” You smile as you turn back and do make for your front door this time.

He softly calls across to you where you’re stepping in your door. Shaded in the silent hallway that awaits you. Streetlight orange down your white jacket back.

“Could you salvage my deadly reputation and try and forget that I’m not gonna seize any sort of dignity, and I will be calling you way too soon, Pencils.” He offers.

You laugh. Putting a finger to your lips. He was making that dog down your street bark even louder. Yapping its head off. You dread to see Mrs Abernathys curtains flick across the street. There’d be hell to pay tomorrow.

“I need an answer, here.” He answers Hollering louder. Stands there with his arms open wider. More dogs starting to bark and howl at the disturbance.

You’re laughing even harder. “Fine, yes. Now shut up!” You hiss, grinning at him across your lawn. You love how he didn’t give a shit if he woke up this whole block.

He waves at you all silly as you head inside.

You can’t resist peering out the window in your front door. Watching him practically twirl around in a circle in giddiness, manic energy and a hop in his step as he walks back across to his van. Leaping up to his door.

You chuckle to yourself and you swear to god your lips are still tingling from that completely out of the blue kiss.

Eddie’s shredding music is dull as it thuds and blares around inside his van. He starts the engine and pulls away.

He spies the Cramps cassette tape you left on the passenger seat. He taps his fingers against the wheel in tune to the drums of Black Sabbath.

His eyes flick down to the number scrawled on his wrist. Best tattoo ever.

He’s smirking all the way home.

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Round one

Metallica

Formed in: 1981

Genres: heavy metal, thrash metal

Lineup: James Hetfield- vocals, guitar

Kirk Hammett- guitar

Cliff Burton- bass

Lars Ulrich- drums

Albums from the 80s:

Kill 'Em All (1983)

Ride the Lightning (1984)

Master of Puppets (1986)

...And Justice for All (1988)

Propaganda:

W.A.S.P.

Formed in: 1982

Genres: Heavy Metal, Glam Metal, Shock Rock

Lineup: Blackie Lawless- vocals, bass

Chris Holmes- guitar

Randy Piper- guitar

Tony Richards- drums

Albums from the 80s:

W.A.S.P. (1984)

The Last Command (1985)

Inside the Electric Circus (1986)

The Headless Children (1989)

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THE BIG SONG RANKING

ladies and gentlemen, to make good on my promise to @daniel-profeta, a list of my 40 favorite songs.

TIER 1 - GOD TIER:

“No Children” - Mountain Goats

Made me cry, made me feel seen, made me feel like a grape in a microwave, cooking from the inside out, dying on the vine, stuck in a box, about to explode, glowing with light. Made me confront my family life, made me ascend to a higher plane of being, made me a sad bastard.

“Staring At the Sun” - U2

I wish I had written these lyrics. I spend 90% of my life in denial so I felt very targeted by this song. I fly up in preparation whenever I hear it starting, and remain floating for the entire song, drifting in the ribbon clouds.

“It’s Alright” - Jack Stauber

This song just grabbed the otherworldly concept of placid hopelessness and frantic optimism and blended it all up in a blender and released a thousand screaming beautiful animals like sun spots on your eyelids in an empty indoor water park where you go skinny dipping with your favorite person and everything feels warm and electric.

“Only Skin” - Joanna Newsom

I have listened to this song probably over 40 times (and it’s 16 minutes long! So that’s 10 hours) and the lyrical tapestry of it is still an explosive mystery to me. It makes me weep and be very happy to be a woman because my body and brain are twisting in a living fairytale fever dream.

“Oh Comely” - Neutral Milk Hotel

How the fuck is this song about so many things and yet one thing. It is some of the most beautiful poetry I have ever had the pleasure of washing over me. Especially the part where it turns into a story about Hansel and Gretel freezing to death after they run away from the circus. See what I mean? It’s about so many things, but it’s about one thing. One solid feeling that you can’t get anywhere else.

“Hey” - Pixies

This song is a screaming roller coaster like an apocalyptic car ride down into the red and blue twilight city, divorce, and the Devil tarot card. Does that not sound like a good time?

“Sweet Thing/Candidate/Sweet Thing Reprise” - David Bowie

This may be cheating, since it’s 3 songs, but the instrumentals in this suite are INSANE, the lyrics are SO FUCKING RESONANT I’M LITERALLY RESONATING, and Bowie is vocal goals here. Wailing makes everything better. “With you by my side it should be fine. / We’ll buy some drugs and watch a band, / then jump in the river holding hands.”

“Never Let Go” - Tom Waits

You know a song is magnificent when it can be both a loud tavern song and a quiet campfire song. This one reminds me of my father, so I can’t say too much else for fear of revealing my bias. But it’s beautiful, and like all Tom Waits, gives weepy 1930s vibes.

“All Eyes On Me” - Bo Burnham

Y'all ready to retreat into the dream and slowly disintegrate as we assimilate into the digital opiate hivemind in death as natural as a river at the end of the world? Because when I listen to this song, I feel fucking HYPED.

“Liquid Smooth” - Mitski

This is a song about Mary and you cannot change my mind. It is achingly powerful and desperate, ringing with the fear of death and ugliness and impotence, the intense and inescapable body horror of our mere existence as bags of throbbing flesh, the bottomless maw of sex.

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“Rainbow Connection” - Kermie Da Frog :D (Paul Williams and Kenneth Ascher)

This song always makes me smile, and I am proud to be a writer. I feel strong.

“Rock ‘N’ Roll Suicide” - David Bowie

The fumbling and melancholy mundanity that builds into such a beautiful plea for understanding and empathy. I get the sense that everyone who has ever reached out their hands is reaching out for a reason. They hold that reason tight to their chests and ride it into the ethereal plane. “Oh no love, you’re not alone!” The scream is so powerful. We are all David After Dentist. Even David.

“As The World Caves In” - Matt Maltese

Similar thematically to the last entry. Words cannot describe the feelings that the story in this song gives me. “It’s you. / That I lie with.”

“Freedom” - Teddy Hyde

This song is downright picturesque. The sentiment is beautiful, the instrumental is meltingly lovely. And oh my god the horn part. You are not prepared for this, it will pulverize you (tenderly).

“Down By the Side of the Road” - John Prine

This one is definitely about Mary, and it’s one of my favorite stories I’ve ever heard. I highly recommend listening to this, it is the missing link in a long line of ghost stories.

“Toes” - Glass Animals

You ever just wanna feel all the horror of The Island of Dr. Moreau PLUS The Most Dangerous Game in less than 5 minutes? Well with Toes by Glass Animals, now you can!!!

“The Sick Bed of Cuchulainn” - The Pogues

THIS SONG MAKES ME FERAL. GRRRRRRRRR.

“I Bleed” - Pixies

This is my favorite Pixies song, despite the fact that Hey is probably better. I love the desert. I love coterminosity and cyclical time. I love devolving into the fluid consciousness of the past! And I love the weird, dissonant harmony in the final chorus.

“505” - Arctic Monkeys

I’m in love again. The smoky hotel rooms and wet streets. I’m drifting away, catch me. Or don’t.

“Pizza Boy” - Jack Stauber

The perfect song to sing for any empty room, rainy day, life change, mental breakdown, or lovely person. And sway away.

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“Los Ageless” - St. Vincent

This is just a really really really good song about Los Angeles that has some of the sickest guitar I’ve ever heard. It also happens to be one of the horniest songs I’ve ever heard, and I would not trade it for anything.

“Body of Years” - Mother Mother

Every writer should hear this song.

“Rockets fall on Rocket Falls” - Godspeed You! Black Emperor

The first instrumental on this list, because I generally prefer lyrical songs, but this song tells a story in its own right. I feel like I’ve listed a lot of apocalyptic pieces so far, and this is perhaps the apotheosis of apocalyptic vibe.

“How Long” - Anais Mitchell

There is a deep kind of mystery to this song that is not in the other songs on Hadestown. A sense of inscrutability, despair, and wide separation that not even love can fully heal. A sense of bitter and cold resignation. And an amazing chorus, both lyrically and melodically, that builds with vocal layering and lyrical changes in a way that just makes me so fucking happy.

“Life During Wartime” - Talking Heads

The lyrical world of this song is so expansive and immersive and exciting and escapist and terrifying. It’s so fucking fun, it makes me want to jump around and get all sweaty.

“Love Love Love” - Mountain Goats

Raskolnikov reference, automatic W.

“One Summer’s Day” - Joe Hisaishi

I have extremely nostalgic attachments to this beautiful piano piece from my favorite animated movie, which is also the movie I happened to watch before leaving for college, appropriately.

“Atlantic City” - Bruce Springsteen

WOAH BREKAING BAD REFERENCE? This song low key gives me the same narrative and visual vibes as Hey, only with very different lyrical sensibilities. A beautiful, mournful melody and lyrics packed with sharp, astute characterization and wistful, desolate imagery.

“Wriggle” - Cosmo Sheldrake

Gospel song. Baptism song. Edward Lear would be proud. I am screaming and cheering.

“The Mind Electric” - Miracle Musical / ミラクルミュージカル

SEE HOW THE SERFS WORK THE GROUND AND THEY GIVE IT ALL THEY’VE GOT AND THEY GIVE IT ALL THEY’VE GOT AND YOU GIVE IT ALL YOU’VE GOT TIL YOU’RE DOWN SEE HOW THE BRAIN PLAYS AROUND AND YOU FALL INSIDE A HOLE YOU COULDN’T SEE AND YOU FALL INSIDE A HOLE INSIDE A SOMEONE HELP ME UNDERSTAND WHAT’S GOING ON INSIDE MY MIND DOCTOR I CAN’T TELL IF I’M NOT ME

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“Pepper” - Butthole Surfers

Something tells me this fountain was not made by the hands of man… idk though… this song makes me want to die in a parking lot on a summer afternoon.

“Dead Flowers” - The Rolling Stones

No explanation needed.

“An Open Letter to a Ruby-Shoed Pixie” - Teddy Hyde

Incredibly well written, the poetic flow is astounding. You can tell it comes from a place of raw and tender unfiltered love and that’s impossible to ignore.

“Hymn 131,513” - Daniel Profeta

The force with which this song is vaulted into the world is unparalleled. You can feel the heart pumping behind it. The lyrics tumble into each other, each truer than the last. Weird tangent--the “look above you, I’m never far” obviously implies some satanic or corrupt element, but I am also kind of obsessed with the idea that this God is simply chthonic. We’ve had too many sky daddies, we need more earthly pantheons. We need to walk on the gods. “Bury me a thousand feet deep in a form-fitting coffin an inch shorter than me.”

“Sunny Afternoon” - The Kinks

I’m partially nostalgic for this song, but also, I think it’s one of the best the Kinks have to offer. It’s just an utter vibe from beginning to end. I feel like I’m sliding down a half-medicated poolside chair into the rotisserie pit of my own mistakes.

“Moonsickness” - Penelope Scott

From the first line this is extremely relatable. Penelope Scott managed to write a song about periods and womanhood that is about so much more than that, that is universally relatable and painful.

“Sundial” - Lemon Demon

There’s just something I can’t describe about this song--the lyrics, the unique rotating melodies, all feel so quirky and fun and engaging.

“Paris 1919” - John Cale

We are all ghosts dancing to this song, “down on darkened meetings on the Champs-Elysees.”

“I’m Always In Love” - Wilco

Describes me to a T. I have problems. And you know I had to put Wilco on here.

“You’re Mine” - DAGames

Don’t eat ass in the halls.

Phew. That's it.

I wanted to put a Clipping song on here but I feel like I haven’t explored their catalog sufficiently yet. I also wanted to put an Advance Base song, but that might be one of those situations where none of his songs stand out tremendously, but Nephew in the Wild is still one of my favorite albums.

Thank you to @my-ancient-marss and again to Daniel Profeta for the inspiration for this list. It was a lot of fun to sift through and organize, and I definitely have a new appreciation for some of the songs on this list. Anyway, I hope others will follow suit. See you all on the flipside!

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