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maxverstappendefender · 3 months

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Hi I was wondering if u can make an imagine with max verstappen where the reader is an athlete also (tennis player please 😮‍💨😮‍💨😭😭🥹🥹) and she is also from Netherlands

her and max were like in the same school or neighbors or even Victoria’s friend and her and max used to be dating since they were young teenagers but they broke up because of their careers (more like she broke up with him lol🤭) and they meet again at a gala or a wedding when they are at the top of their game her being world no.1 and many grand slams winner and him being world champion and then they have a confrontation with a lot of angst and yelling and max being heartbroken 💔💔🤌🏻🤌🏻

other part to this request: "Also about the max and athlete reader like if u can make it inspired by “call out my name” by The Weeknd 🥲"

a/n: this is such a good idea, i love some good angst. i made it a smau and also written parts (more towards the hend). i don't know much about tennis but i tried. the google translate dutch is probably bad but that's fine. hopefully i did your idea justice <3

warnings: profanity (?), alcohol

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The Dutch Athletes

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yourusername and that's a wrap on the lovely game of tennis, back to training for next season :)

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user PROUD TO BE DUTCH BC OF THIS LADY AND THIS LADY ONLY

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landonorris you're serving! (do you get it? im so funny)

-> yourusername ty lan (the tennis jokes are never funny)

-> landonorris not even a pity laugh.

user i see a certain someone hiding in the likes

-> user 🤺🤺🤺 be gone sir

victoriaverstappen cannot wait to see you next week!

-> yourusername i miss my favourite dutch person

-> user max is punching the wall rn

user wait, im new. why is everyone hating on max verstappen here?

-> user y/n dated him a while back but they ended it in 2021 for reasons no one knows. lots of speculation but they never confirmed or denied anything. he still has loads of pictures of them on his insta but she deleted hers, probs wasn't a mutual breakup in that case. she's still good friends with lando, charles, and max's sister!

-> user he probably cheated or something

-> user they both seem happy so we shouldn't make assumptions :)

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y/nmaxupdates still no new content of our favs together so we are doing a little throwback thursday to one of y/n's posts from 2015 (she has removed the post).

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yourusername vegas baby! vv thankful lando is okay. congrats on the podium charlie!

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charles_leclerc You say congrats but you wear a McLaren hat

-> yourusername only because lando invited me, not you!

user max being cropped out has me CACKLING

user we were so so close to some y/nmax snippet by her posting him but she fucking cropped him out

landonorris i'm so mad i crashed, my helmet was so sick for this race. do you think i can wear it to the clubs tonight?

-> yourusername lando istg if you wear your damn helmet anywhere tonight. you are supposed to be staying at the hotel with me anyways?

-> landonorris i don't see a doctor that will stop me from leaving. but my helmet looked sick right?

-> yourusername eh

landonorris we literally spent like 3 days together before the race and you still chose that ugly picture

danielricciardo VEGAS BABYYY. tonight we party.

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yourusername 'VEGAS BABYYY. tonight we party.' ~daniel ricciardo (and don't worry, i didn't let lando leave the hotel looking like that)

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it had been a wonderful night so far. lando couldn't drink due to the drugs the doctors gave him so you didn't drink either out of solidarity. lando had gone off to do lando things, probably finding a way to the dj booth or socializing with whoever he can. you were just sat at this couch in the vip area. you were talking to charles for a while before he went off to do celebratory shots. you were so tired from the timezone difference, vegas compared to the netherlands was messing with your system. you had your head leaned back against the couch, your eyes were just looking at some of the drivers having a lot of fun and celebrating in one of the best party cities in the world.

you felt someone sit down next to you on the couch. you didn't know who it was at first but you quickly smelt the cologne and knew. max. you two hadn't really spoken since 2021, when you ended it. it wasn't the prettiest of breakups but we were both stupid kids and in love back then. you both should've known it wouldn't work out. you tried, though. you tried with every single thing you had in you but at the end of the day, fate would always be stronger.

"hey, y/n. haven't seen you in awhile," max finally said, breaking the silence. he sort of had seen you though, on instagram. had he missed you? every fucking day. you broke up with him though, and you seemed happier. if you were happy, he would accept that.

"sure," was all you said. that was your telltale sign that you did not want to talk. but let's be honest, max verstappen not having a conversation when he wants to sounded impossible. he wanted to fix things, he wanted to fix it all. why wouldn't you let him? "any chance we can talk?" he asked you. he wouldn't really take no for an answer. he would just talk to you while you listened, but even that would be stretching it.

you stood up from the couch, careful to not look at him. if you looked at him, you would be a goner and would do just about anything he asked you to. you were a strong person except when it came to max. "see you around," you muttered to him before leaving the vip area. you would infact not be seeing him around, not if you can avoid it. maybe not drinking was a bad idea. you had spotted lando who was busy chatting away to someone. "fuck," you whispered under your breath, realizing that the person who you had to make sure got home safely was still having a good night. you wouldn't want to cut his night short, especially when his night started bad with the race.

you felt some hands wrap around your waist and before you could protest, these hands were pushing you out this door to the club's back alley. you knew those hands though. you knew them all too well. "max, what the hell?!" you shouted at him as you felt the cool night air hit your face. it felt better than how being inside that club felt.

he knew this was probably too far. but when has 'too far' ever stopped him. he was so done with this all. 2 years of not having more than 10 words shared between you two. you two used to talk every single day, where did it all go wrong? he knew this one was his fault. he was the one who had lost you, all for racing. he gave up you for racing. he was a royal idiot for that. "i am so done with you not even talking to me!" he shouted to you. he was thanking god that you two were in an alley and not somewhere public for this.

"i don't want to talk to you," you said to him. not many people held their ground against max, but you always did. you never wanted to talk to him again, not since your breakup. you were happy and had a great life, you didn't need the mess that was max verstappen. "you never do!" he said back. that was true and you both knew it.

"you're right! i never do! because you fucked up," you shouted to him, putting your finger straight to his chest. the breakup was infact not mutual like the media made it seem. you two broke up because you were trying to support him in racing while still building a life in tennis for yourself. you could see the stress eating away at max that year and he still wouldn't let you help. even if it was help from afar. you tried to be there. he didn't even try to be there for you and your goals either.

"i know i did. believe me, i know i fucked it up," he said to you. there had been quite a few sleepless nights where his brain just wouldn't turn off. he had only been thinking about you. tonight was just his breaking point. he was done acting like he hadn't been thinking about you.

there was a moment of silence as we just looked at eachother. we had grown up a lot since we last got close like this. "so then why? just why?" you pleaded to him to just give him a real answer. 2021 had been a hard year for him and you knew that. but you were his girlfriend. you were meant to be there and help him but he wouldn't let you. he pushed you away at any chance he got. then you were alone. it was an endless cycle of you trying to help max with his stress, him pushing you away, and then you also getting lost to your own stress.

he put his hands on either side of your face. he knew he couldn't give you the answer he had given you when you asked this question 2 years ago. he couldn't say "just a tough year" because although that was a part of it, it wasn't the entire truth. and you deserved the truth. "i pushed you away before you could push me away," he said to you as he looked into your eyes. he felt like an idiot for saying that but it was the whole truth.

you gave him a slightly confused look. that had been a different answer than what you got 2 years ago. how could he even think you would push him away? you loved him so much and you had for years. you would have clung to him, even in death. "if i wouldn't have won in 2021, there was that thought that you would be gone," he admitted.

"i wouldn't have left. i wouldn't have ever done that," you quickly said. you had to say that really quickly before he spoke again. clearly your words took him aback a little. he really felt stupid for ever thinking that you would leave, let alone leave simply because he won a championship. mentally, you said 'fuck it', and just kissed him. you pulled away for a second to whisper, "je bent een idioot, max verstappen (you are an idiot, max verstappen)". then you kissed him again.

he smiled in the kiss, his hands in your hair and yours in his. your words were true, he was an idiot. he would probably have to kiss you a million times to make up for him pushing you away. and that was a price he was willing to pay. he felt you pull away and as desperately as he wanted to pull you back into him, he knew you had some more words to say.

you pulled away. "but you left. you left when it got hard and i will never put myself in that position ever again," you said to him. your lips stung with how much desire you had for max. but you had to make smart decisions, you could not get hurt again. and deep down, you knew he would leave if it got hard again. him leaving again would hurt too much. you had a good life now, he had a good life now.

he felt his heart shatter at your words. but he knew you were right that he had left when it got hard. he had taken the coward's way out. he wanted you to be happy and you seemed so happy with your life now. he couldn't take that from you. he nodded his pain away and spoke softly to you, "i hope you have nothing but happiness in life". then he walked away. he walked away but this time for your sake. he knew you wouldn't walk away from him so he walked away from you. he really did hope you had nothing but happiness in life. he could hear all about your happiness from the bits that victoria shared with him.

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y/nmaxupdates NEW CONTENT!! I REPEAT NEW CONTENT OF MAX AND Y/N!! that kiss?? oh we are SO back.

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m1ssunderstanding · 5 months

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Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day Nine

Here’s the thing. Like, on one hand, Paul loves teaching. But on the other hand, I honestly think he’d be a terrible teacher. He’s genuinely trying to explain songwriting to this kid, and all I’m getting is that I should be able to just look at a piano and it’ll give me whatever I want. “So it’s really just . . .” *plays Martha My Dear* “. . . and from there, you know, like, um, there’s no – unless you stop yourself – there’s no stopping yourself.” Yes, thank you, Professor McCartney. Very informative. Good thing you’re a gorgeous genius because not a word of that lecture made any sense.

Seriously I am BEGging someone to write Paul and Ringo in the 20s as a cabaret duo! With Paul’s talents being songwriting, slutting it up, piano, and vocals and Ringo’s talents being tap-dancing, ventriloquist dummy impersonation, with the occasional piano, vocals, and sly winks. Maybe they meet George and John through organized crime, idk.

“They don’t just sort of come in your head, kind of thing?” “Yeah, sure. Fact, I had one this morning.” You know. As one does.

See, even Ringo’s on board with my plan. “Let’s make a silent movie.” And Paul. “In a club. That’s it. We’re in a band. We’re in a band, but we sell drugs.” And now they're stringing Paul up just for kicks. Maybe they could join the circus!

Literally the minute John starts being silly, Paul gets this fond look on his face and you can see the wheels turning like “quick, think of a way to get close to him.” And John’s into it. But they keep doing this seesaw thing and I can’t help but think how reminiscent it is of their dynamic as a whole.

“I see you’ve given up smoking, Richie.” “Yes, I have.” Reminds me of that classic, “I don’t even smoke,” thing. Seems like five-hundred years ago.

PLEASE tell me Peter Sellers and Ringo had a torrid love affair during the filming of The Magic Christian. The way Peter touches Ringo’s hair and his face! Ringo being a gentleman and getting Peter a chair! And I mean there’s plenty of queer coding between them in the film.

But also laughing my ass off at Peter’s reaction to their song-titles/lyrics/gibberish/other references code.

Yoko, you’re stone-cold and hilarious. “Or what we haven’t.” I honestly have mad respect for her complete disregard/disdain for the Beatles and their art only because that’s how they treat hers for the most part. But girl. You’re married to one of them. He genuinely does love them and what he does with them and you’ve got to respect that or go find someone else, you know?

Also, Paul does Not appreciate the attitude. “Or we’ll just sort of sit here and allow ourselves to be embarrassed. ‘Number nine . . .”

Aaand, just like that, Peter Sellers “must be off.” He lasted all of 1 minute 26 seconds. Weak. George and Ringo lasted fifteen years.

MLH is literally that annoying person that asks you a serious question about yourself just so he can use you as a segue to talk about his problems.

John: just recovering from the day, you know. Yoko: from the night. John: embarrassed (you have no right, dude, you literally played your sex tape for everyone like two weeks ago) Paul: Did not want that image, thanks very much.

It actually KILLS me though that we’ll never understand their code. Paul and Ringo will take it to their graves and no one else knows it and any footage like this we’ve got, and any code songs, will just be mostly uninterpretable for all time.

Okay these few minutes here are soooo special to me. It’s John at his peak lovely, sweet, gentle, kind self. He makes a joke at which Paul can only nod darkly which makes John realize just how bad of a place Paul’s in.

Paul wants them to get to work “achieve something every day.” But John knows he’s not in a good headspace to work and it’ll be shit and then Paul will spiral even more. So, he turns up the humor until Paul is sufficiently cheered.

And then, he says. “Guitars? I thought that’s what they do.” And Paul’s stammering. “Oh, that is what they do, but–” John stands up, does a little head-tilt toward the instruments. “Come on, I’ll even show you about half a song I was writing. Come on.” That last in the tenderest, most coaxing voice. It’s just soooo. Like. We talk a lot about Paul ‘handling’ John, and he did. But John sure knows how to handle Paul.

I SO wish they’d have done something with “Madman”. It’s so fun!! Every single song in this era I will go to bat for, no question.

Ringo’s little hug for Paul!!!! I can’t.

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Hey :) How are you doing?

Okay so, i wanted to request a platonic father Aizawa in which he is out patroling and he finds his teen daughter doing something ilegal with her friends or something like that.

Please and thankss :)

A/N; I’m okay thanks for asking! Love this idea, I’ve gotten many requests somewhat related to this lately actually! I’ll be posting those throughout the week. Also sorry it’s taken me a while to get to this! 🥲 I truly believe Aizawa is a girl dad and a softie parent.

Pairing; Platonic!Father Aizawa x Fem!Daughter Reader

Contains; a little ooc Aizawa, fluff, soft, drug mentions, reader is about 16-17 like mha characters, quirk-less reader, death mentions, bad friends, comfort

wc; 1,763

You weren’t supposed to get caught. In fact, you didn’t even think you would. It wasn’t a big deal anyways, you only did it because you thought it’d be a way to relax with your friends. Plus, if you guys did get caught your backup plan was your father. It wasn’t like he was going to detain you…right?

Wrong.

You were very wrong to believe that your father wouldn’t take you into custody over a little weed with your friends. You just wanted to have fun! Besides, you didn’t want to be the ‘perfect heroes daughter’ who’s a buzzkill. Why couldn’t he understand that?

There was just so much pressure that came with being the child to a hero. Your friends already joked about how you were too ‘good’ to do anything remotely illegal. Which is part of the reason you were in this situation in the first place.

Of course he just happened to be patrolling around the alley you and your friends decided to get a little high in. That was just your luck, he didn’t seem mad though. So you thought he’d just tell you guys not to do it anymore, and move on. Nope. Leave it to Aizawa to want to teach you a ‘lesson’ all of a sudden. He was normally just a “don’t do it again,” kind of parent. Mostly because you had never done anything of this caliber before.

“Did you really have to bring me in?”

Silence.

“I mean come on, none of the other heroes care. They’re too busy thinking about protecting the city, shouldn’t you be too? Nobody cares about a couple of kids getting a little buzzed, besides everyone does it nowadays-“

“That doesn’t make it okay y/n.”

You’ve rarely seen him like this, so tense. He didn’t look angry, but you couldn’t shake the feeling you got that he was. It was almost….scary.

So you resigned to a simple, “Okay, I’m sorry.” Were you really sorry though? Not that much, you still didn’t see the big deal.

He let out a low grunt, “This is serious y/n, I know you think I’m making a big deal out of nothing,” well he said it first, “but you could’ve been seriously hurt.”

“Hurt? From getting a little high?”

“Criminals lace that stuff all the time, whether it’s with poison, more drugs, or whatever else they decide-“

“Yeah sure, but we got it from a trusted source-“

“And who’s that?” He said crossing his arms.

Oops.

You decided it’d be best not to respond right now. Especially since the source wasn’t technically trusted, just another kid who got it from someone else. Who probably got it from someone else too.

Sensing your apprehension he decide to drop it, “we’ll revisit that later,” he said waving a dismissive hand. “I’ll drop you off at home, you’re grounded.”

You internally groaned at that, grounded? That’s a new one, you were starting to really regret your decision. You should have just told your friends no, even if it meant being the ‘buzzkill.’ Then you remembered, your friends-

“What about my friends?”

“We’re working on calling their parents to come pick them up soon.”

“No!-“ you said sharply, “I-I mean, can’t you just let them off? Or something?”

“You know that’s not how this works, they are already getting off with a minor offense. The worst they’re going to get is their parents’ scolding.”

“Dad! You don’t understand-“

“I understand perfectly fine, a bunch of young kids wanted to ‘have fun’ and thought this was the best way to do it.”

Okay maybe he did understand, but not your side. He didn’t get that now you’d officially be the outcast, the top 10 ranked hero’s daughter who gets everyone in trouble. Does he get how embarrassing that is?

“Come on, let’s get going.”

You stood from the chair leaving the comfort of being shielded, by the small desk separator, from your friends’ piercing gazes. They thought your dad would let you all off too considering the chaos the city’s currently in.

You nervously waved and mouthed a quick ‘sorry’ to them before rushing out the door trying to follow closely behind Aizawa.

You guys didn’t speak the whole way home, you opted for silence mostly because it wasn’t that big of a deal and he just didn’t know what to say. You had never done anything like that before, or had he just never caught you? When did that start?

He remembered when you were little and you’d give your vegetables to stray animals so you didn’t have to eat them, or when you tried to sneak out at night and he caught you. But those were all pretty minor things, and he was only always concerned with your safety.

You’d never done anything this bad, and in terms of the worst thing you could do of course this wasn’t horrible but he still didn’t get why. It couldn’t have just been for fun.

He entered the house after unlocking the door and opening it for you. Before you could make it to your room, where you’d probably go to sulk, he decided he’d ask.

“Why did you want to do that y/n?”

You stopped and turned around to face him. He was standing in front of the door, and now that you actually took in his appearance he looked tired. His dark circles more prominent, eyes a light pink most likely from his quirk, and his black pants had small patches of dust that had been hastily patted off on them.

You replied after a moment, briefly forgetting his question, “For fu-“

“And don’t just say for fun, because I know you and there are plenty of other things you would do for fun.”

You huffed resigning to just come out with it, “it was a bet.”

“A bet?”

“My friends bet me that I wouldn’t get high with them since I’m a hero’s daughter.”

“And you decided to take them up on that?”

“Yes, I know it was stupid okay?”

“I know you know, you’re smarter than that. So why’d you say yes?”

Why’d he have to be so persistent? “Maybe because I thought I’d finally get some friends.”

“What do you mean y/n? You do have friends.”

“No, I don’t. Momo, Tsu, and Uraraka only hang out with me out of pity, since you’re their teacher, if they even have time-“

“Pity? Y/n no they don’t, there’s nothing pitiful about you at all-“

You scoffed, “don’t lie. I get you’re my dad and all but be honest with yourself, truly honest.”

“I am being honest. I’d never lie-“

Guess you’d just have to spell it out for him then. “The only daughter you had killed your wife, was born quirk-less, and there’s nothing special about her!” You were shocked at the admission of your own feelings but kept going, “I don’t have a talent, I’m not exceptionally smart, I’m not breathtakingly pretty, and I can’t even make friends!” You listed raising a finger for each reason, “Now tell me what about that is not pitiful?”

After that question there was silence, and Aizawa was just looking at you. You hadn’t even noticed you were crying until the first tear slid down your nose crease and hit the corner of your lip. Before touching could even wipe your tear or register the sound of footsteps approaching you, you were being hugged. Fully covered by his arms, your head grazing the bottom of his chin where stubble had began to grow, face buried partially into his scarf.

You heard high pitched wailing, which you hadn’t even registered was you until his hand began to rub up and down your back with quiet ‘shh’s to try calming you.

“Don’t cry, it’s okay. It’s not your fault, none of it okay?” He began whispering in your ear.

“Your mom and I both knew the challenges she’d have if she gave birth to you. We were well aware, and she wanted to have you. She didn’t care if she’d die in the process, you are our child.”

He continued comforting you, and when you eventually calmed down he let go and gently pulled your face out of his chest so you could look him in his tired, red eyes. “I love you so much, and I’m sorry if I don’t tell you that enough okay? It’s my fault I’m sorry. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and you’re perfect. I mean that, I’d never lie. You don’t need a quirk, to be super smart, or have a special talent. You’re perfect to me, okay? And that’s all that matters. You’re important to me,” he said firmly.

“Okay?”

You sniffled, reaching a hand to wipe your nose, “okay.”

“Hey,” he said turning your face back to his, “I really mean it, I’d be no where without you. And how could you say you’re not beautiful? I know I’m not the best looking hero, but haven’t you seen the pictures of your mom? You take after her, gorgeous. Nothing I’d ever change about you, I don’t regret anything.”

“Okay,” you said slightly unused to him saying these things, “I’ve never heard you say something so corny dad,” you said chuckling trying to lighten the mood.

At that, he gave a small grin which faded when he remembered your earlier point, “And Ochaco, Tsuyu, and Yaoyorozu do like being your friend. Not just because I’m their teacher, trust me I’m more of a supervisor if anything. I let them figure most stuff out on their own. They wanted to meet and hang out with you. I don’t think you give yourself enough credit, you make friends just fine.”

“I know, I know, it was just heat of the moment stuff dad.”

He let out a sigh of relief, hugged you once more, and pressed a kiss to the top of your forehead.

“I still have about another hour of night patrol, but I’ll stay here if you want me to?”

“No dad, it’s fine go.”

He looked at you once more as if saying, ‘are you sure?’

“Yes I’m sure I’m fine, it’s only an hour anyways.”

“Okay, call me if you need anything, I’ll be back soon,” he said headed towards the door.

“Okay,” you said starting to walk to your room.

But just before he shut the door you dashed for it and started, “Hey! does this mean-“

“No you’re still grounded,” he said.

And with that the door shut.

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chaotic-mystery · 2 months

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Code Red Chapter Eight | I Could Fly Home, With My Eyes Closed

Pairing: No outbreak AU dbf!Joel Miller x f!OC (told in 2nd POV)

Summary: Everything's going good with Joel and your life, but is it almost too good? What happens when you put Joel on the spot about taking a vacation together?

Content Warnings: SMUT, 18+ only blog MDNI. Enemies to lovers, dads best friend Joel, age gap (readers in her twenties and Joel is in his forties), slow burn, strained father/daughter relationship, daddy issues, swearing, arguing, mentions of anxiety and how that feels, angst, showering with Joel, hand job, dirty talk, morning sex, penetration (p in v), pet names (Joel refers to himself as daddy and you call him that as well), worshipping, fantasizing about eating you out at work, power dynamic, reader smokes. (If I've missed anything please let me know!)

Authors Note: I'm back. After some long thinking I decided it would be best to change Code Red from a reader insert to a female OC told in 2nd POV. There's just too much in here that adds to the story and dynamics for it to continue to be a reader insert while also being a blank slate. I want to reiterate the reader IS NOT physically described in any way other than having hair long enough to push away from the face. There's an underlying personality that I want to add and explore more and I hope you guys love it just as much as I do. Thank you always @pedgito for beta-ing for me, I love you. I love you all and thank you for the constant support on this. || wc: 5.3k || notif blog || ao3 ||

Every night for the past few months you were staying late at work with Joel to help him sort through the blueprints Tommy left out all over the place during the day. Joel’s hands rest on your shoulders as you sit at your desk, typing up some paperwork so you don’t have to worry about it later.He leans down close to your ear and ever so softly glides his lips over the shell of your ear.

“Can we go now, baby? S’getting late and I need to get some food in my belly.” A soft kiss to your cheek makes you smile, face growing warmer by the second.

“Just one more and then I’ll be done, I swear it.” You chuckle and squirm away, trying to type as fast as you can. His lips motivate you to keep going and soon enough his hands follow, dragging up your sides and stopping right over your wrists.

“No, no more. It’ll be here for tomorrow.” Your chair spins around and you become face to face with Joel.

“Mmmm I’m not too sure if my boss will like that.” You joke.

A grin fights to spread on his lips. “Yeah, baby? Since when do you care about making me upset?”

“Since always.” Bullshit. You make him upset for the fun of it. The way his brows knit together and he gets that frown, arms crossed over his chest. He looked so good when he was mad.

He reaches out his hand and pushes back on your chair to make it recline the closer he gets to your face, a small hum coming from his mouth. Menthol and tobacco tickles your nose as Joel leans in as close as he can before touching his plush lips to yours. You can almost taste him. You need him so badly.

“You’re not a very good liar, sweet girl.”

He finally closes the gap between you two and his tongue immediately wants access to your mouth which you happily oblige. Pulling him closer as if he was going to disappear, you run your fingers through his dirty curls at the nape of his neck. He was your drug and by god did you need every single ounce of him. Soft grunts come from between his lips which causes you to smirk between kisses and makes you wonder how far he’d let this go right here at your desk.

Just as you grab his shirt to pull it from where it was tucked in his jeans, Joel laughs and pulls away slightly, just enough to look at you.

“Come on, let’s go home.”

Home.

What he means is your house, but home slipped out so effortlessly. Like clock work he’d drive you two back to your shared neighborhood and he’d grab clothes from his house and usually something to read, either the farmers almanac or a magazine from the gas station, and come over to eat dinner with you before you hole up for the night and relax. It was only on nights Sarah wasn’t home and with her mother, as she had no idea about her dad dating the cool neighbor to the left of them. You respected the idea of him not wanting to tell her yet. The feeling always came back to you late at night when Joel was asleep in your bed with soft snores coming from him, always reminding you how wonderful he really was. Joel would never put Sarah in the position to constantly have women coming and going in her life, confusing her every single time she’d come back to his house and learn her dad was no longer with his girlfriend. Alan on the other hand, was good at making your life feel like a revolving door, no stability, no good people around besides what little family of his he tolerated. Joel is the complete opposite of him and how they’re friends, you’ll never understand.

✮

You toss your purse onto the counter as Joel locks the deadbolt on the front door before he kicks his boots off onto the mat and groans tiredly as his feet rest flat on the hardwood floor. You grab a glass from the cabinet above your head to pour yourself a glass of water to go with your fries from the diner you just left. Joel looks at you with a puzzled expression on his face as he walks over to you.

“What are you doin’, I thought you were full?”

You put a fry in your mouth and look at him before answering.

“No, but I noticed how tired you were and I didn’t want you to wait on me to finish so that’s why I asked Pearl for a box. No big deal baby, it’s fine.”

Joel's face drops as he starts to understand why you did what you did.

“Baby…” He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose before continuing, “please don’t do that.”

“Do what?” You question with a mouth full of french fries and look at him confused. You weren’t seeing an issue with what you did but it was clear Joel was feeling differently.

“This. Don’t rush yourself and not finish eating because you think I’m annoyed you’re taking too long or whatever may be the case.” Joel checks his tone and makes sure he’s not coming across as mad, but concerned.

He steps in front of you and grabs your face, thumb smoothing over your cheek slowly as he looks at your eyes.

“As corny as this is gonna sound, I'm gonna say it anyway. I will always wait for you, doesn’t matter what Im waiting on you for. If you’re eating I want you to enjoy your food, not look at me and think you gotta finish the rest at home because you think I’m gonna get mad at ya. Take your time, okay? I’m not going anywhere. Promise.” His attempt at reassuring you ends with a kiss to your forehead and his arms wrapping around you tightly until you’re against him with not an inch between you two.

Your throat tightens with the need to apologize for doing that, as if you’ve done something wrong.

“Okay…I’m sorry…” You mutter against his chest.

“It’s fine, honey. I’m not mad at ya. Tell you what, why don’t I go shower and then we can watch a movie. How’s that sound?” You kiss him in agreement and Joel gives you a tired smile before he walks towards the bathroom with his clean clothes in hand. Time ticks on and it feels like eternity before you hear the water start and the shower curtain close and you couldn’t help but want to sit in there with him and just be near him. He made you finally feel comfortable in every aspect of yourself to allow yourself the small things as such.

You walk over to the bathroom door and clutch the crystal door knob to give it a turn and open the door just enough for you to slip inside. Steam whooshes past your face and the smell of your cucumber melon body wash fills your nose and you can’t help but smile at him smelling like you, never gets old.

“What’re you doin’ in here?” Joel hollers in a playful tone as he lathers his body with soap.

You rest against the sink with your arms folded over your chest and for a second you think about ripping your clothes off to join him. You must’ve been taking too long to respond, suddenly your face was sprinkled with water to snap you back to reality.

“You just gonna stand there and be silent or are you gonna get your ass in here?”

That was all you needed to hear. Your clothes were on the floor before he could finish rinsing the stress filled day off his body. Joel turns around to the back of the shower and looks at you kind of surprised, not thinking you’d really join him in the shower. He switches spots with you and your eyes flutter shut with the trail of warm water running down your body until you’re covered in it.

“Do you want me to wash your back for you, honey?”

You think for a moment and answer Joel truthfully.

“Not at the moment but um…I was wondering if you’d hold me? Just for a second and then I’ll wa-“

Joel stops you by wrapping his arms around your torso from behind and giving you a light squeeze to let you know it’s okay.

Nothing mattered in that moment besides him in that ugly green bathroom you hated so much, with his arms wrapped around you as if he’s won the lottery or something. To him he did, he definitely won.

Joel, trying to be as much of a gentleman as he could be, starts to inch his fingers down your hip little by little, tugging you closer against his groin.

“You’re so beautiful. Fuck I’m so lucky to even be this close to you.” He kisses your shoulder and continues speaking.

“To touch you.” A kiss between your shoulder blades.

“To see your bratty ass sitting so pretty at that desk at work…bet you didn’t even know you make me so hard I have to distract myself with something else before I do something I’ll regret.” His teeth ever so slightly graze your earlobe before he spins you around to face him.

You open your eyes slowly and decide to test him a little more.

“Like what? What would you do that you’d regret?” Smoothing over his sides beneath the warm water, you kiss his chest and hear his breath shudder, distracted from giving you a polite version of his answer.

“To take you to the bathroom stall and eat your pussy until you’re screaming against my hand on your mouth, begging me to stop.”

“What makes you think I’d let you get that far before I’d get my hands on you?” You retort. Joke was on him, you’d never let him get ahead of you like that before you got your way with him first.

Still, you wanted to play this game with him. Before he could respond, you lean up and kiss him roughly, your hand traveling down his stomach until you bump his cock, already half hard just thinking about having you in such a predicament.

A moan chokes out from Joel as if he’s been holding that one back forever and you can’t help but get into how much power you have over him, regardless what he says. Each stroke to his cock from your wet hand earns you a louder moan than the previous one, his hand reaching down desperately to cup your ass, water splashing against your feet harshly.

“F-fuck baby, jus’ like that. My god-”

You hook your arm on his shoulder to keep him still as you go faster and kiss his neck, more and more moans pouring from his soft lips like honey. Joel’s knees begin to buckle a little and you smirk in the crook of his neck before biting the skin just enough to make him wince.

“You’re so fucking hard, Joel. Dirty old man, thinking about eating me out at work. Tsk tsk tsk.” Whatever he’s been doing to you over the past months was giving you this new found confidence to be a dirty talker and a little dominant even though you were the biggest brat he’s ever crossed.

Joel’s eyes squeeze tight as he takes in your words mixed with your hand curling just right over the sensitive tip.

“O-old man, huh? But you wanna suck this old man's dick, don’t you?”

He got you there, you wanted to do more than that.

“Maybe, maybe not.”

“What did I say earlier, honey…you’re not a very good liar.” He moans out and you pump his cock faster, hoping it would keep him from talking.

Just as his groans echoes off the tile of the shower walls, you hear tires on the gravel driveway outside. You both stop in your places and turn to look out the small window above your head and notice your dad’s truck in your driveway.

Fuck.

Immediately you shut the water off and throw Joel’s towel at him and tell him to stay in the tub before you close the curtain on him and wrap a new towel around you from the closet. Hastily you begin to run around your entire place trying to grab anything that remotely looked like someone else was here with you. Joel’s boots sitting by the front door catches your eye and you bend down to grab them, hearing your doorbell ring. A big clunk comes from the boots hitting the closet floor before you close the doors and you can see your father’s shadow in the frosted glass of your front door.

Fuck.

Three loud knocks to the glass pane makes you jump and you holler loud enough for him to hear outside, “One second! Hold on!” You run to your room and throw on a robe quickly before making your way back to the door with the fabric tied tightly around your body.

You open the door to face your dad’s back and he turns to face you.

“Bad time?” He dryly asks.

“N-no, I was just getting out of the shower. Not trying to be rude but what are you doing here? It’s so late and I didn’t know you knew where I lived…” You close the collar on your robe more as the wind breezes past, sending goosebumps down your already anxious body.

“I uh, I didn’t. I came to see Joel but he’s probably asleep, didn’t answer…and I noticed your car over here, didn’t know yall were neighbors.” He breathes in sharply as if he’s offended you didn’t share that with him.

“So do I get to see the place or not?” He half asks as he’s trying to step inside before you give your answer. Noticing how pushy he’s being, it’s clear something is bothering him but he won’t spit it out.

“No it’s really messy in here, I’ll invite you back though, promise.” You hold the door against your side tightly, foot behind it to keep it still. The awkwardness lingers while he processes you telling him no, something he’s never been able to understand when it comes from you.

Tongue in cheek, he nods a little disappointedly and steps backwards to the railing of the porch.

“S’okay. Didn’t think you’d want your dad in your space anyway, I get it.” There it was. The same sad sob story he always gave, his favorite card to play the second you didn’t turn into his puppet like you used to as a little girl.

“Dad-” you begin, “-it’s not like that, I swear.” Your head falls as you can feel yourself getting more and more upset by the second. Nothing good is going to come from this, from him knowing you live here. Next to Joel.

“Did you find a new job yet? The girls down at the bar keep talkin’ about how everyone around here knows about the little fight you caused months ago and now no one wants to hire ya.” The nerve he had to come over here, thinking you’d be chit chatty at almost eleven o’clock at night, just to hear how those bitches down at the bar that don’t even know you, tell your dad about his own daughter.

Speechless, you stand there with a growing lump in your throat that acted as a net and stole every single word that you attempted to choke out.

“I’m just saying, it doesn’t look good on me.”

Unbelievable.

Blood boiling like water on a stove, you sigh loudly and stand straight up, ready to tell him exactly what you were thinking.

“I have a job now, thanks. I’ve had one for a few months now, actually. Thank you for coming over here and insulting me and telling me what the girls at that grimey fucking bar think of me. I really appreciate it, dad. Goodnight.” You slam the door and lock it before he has the chance to open it and knowing him he would. Within seconds your heartbeat begins to race and your head gets dizzy, Joel takes notice and he’s clothed now as he comes from around the corner. There’s no room to care that he heard every word of what just happened, you can’t get air into your lungs fast enough and you look panicked at him.

“J-Joel I-” You clutch your chest and glance around the room quickly.

He rushes over to you and cups your face, muttering something to soothe you but you can’t make out what he’s saying.

“I-I’m gonna go sh-shower.”

“Baby, are you okay? Do you want me to come sit in there with you?” He asks but everything seems so muffled over the beat of your own heart that hasn’t slowed yet. You wander towards the bathroom and shut the door behind you, locking it without answering Joel. Warm tears glide down your cheeks as you start the water once more and step in, your cold body shivering under the now hot water that feels like it’s going to melt your skin off.

Why would he say that? Surely he defended you to them, right? As a father, he could not have just sat there and let them talk about you like that, no way. Anyone in their right mind would never let someone talk about their daughter in such a manner but this was your dad, and he wasn’t a regular dad.

Trails of water run down your back and you stand in silence with a hand over your mouth to muffle the sobs you started to let out. You couldn’t tell if it was tears or water from the shower coating your face anymore.

✮

The sunlight slowly begins to pour into your bedroom, mourning doves singing faintly as they sit in the trees. As you lay there with Joel snoring on his back next to you, you couldn’t help but replay the night before. Your dad knowing where you live, especially next to Joel, wasn’t something you ever planned on sharing. Deep in thought, you didn’t even notice Joel stirring awake next to you until you’re engulfed by his arms wrapping around you and tugging you into him.

“Good morning, baby.” He mumbles in your ear and nuzzles into your neck, eyes still shut. His favorite thing to do as soon as he’s awake is to pull you close and have a cuddle before you get up for the day, but today felt different. The house was silent but there was this unmentioned tenseness you didn’t talk about from last night and you weren’t even sure if he did hear everything your dad said to you.

Failure. An embarrassment. How long before Joel soon started to see you that way?

“Hey…you’re doin’ too much thinkin’ before you’ve had coffee. What’s the matter?” Soft kisses to your cheek snaps you out of it and you try to shake it off.

“Nothin, it’s nothing. Do you want pancakes or waffles for breakfast?” You sounded like you were trying to convince yourself more than you were Joel.

“I want this. Just stay like this a little longer.” Joel presses more kisses to your shoulder and trails them over your chest until you’re on your back, tucked under him snugly.

“You don't really want that.”

Joel scoffs and dips his head under the covers to soon place his mouth on your stomach. “It’s exactly-“ he pecks your skin, “-what I want.” A low groan vibrates against your belly and you laugh slightly from the tickling sensation as your fingers manage their way into his soft bed head.

Hooking his index and middle finger in the waistband of your panties, Joel starts to trail his mouth down your abdomen and bites at the blue cotton fabric covering your growing aching heat by the second.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Joel kisses your clothed pussy before dipping his fingers inside right to your clit. Slipping against his fingers makes you moan in his mouth and press your body against his enough to make your nipples brush against his arm.

“J-fuck-Joel, please fuck me, god damn. Fuck me.” Your whiny pleads only make him finger you in more of a teasing manner, changing speeds and styles sporadically against your desperate attempts to fuck yourself against him. His mouth falls open to bite your earlobe while his fingers toy with your entrance.

“You want daddy’s big dick inside you, hm? Use your manners.” His left hand comes up to rest on your windpipe as he kisses your lips.

“Please, please please, daddy, please fill me up.”

Everything was different this morning, even the sex. He felt more gentle with his actions, not wanting to throw you around like a ragdoll this time and it was a nice change for you.

With a swift move Joel shucks off his basketball shorts and runs the tip of his cock through your folds, coating himself in your arousal as his lube.

“That’s right, such a good girl for me.” His finger swirls slowly on your plush lips before going inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue softly. Like muscle memory, you suck his finger and bite down firmly when he puts his cock inside you, the pressure subduing rather quickly when you adjust to him.

Quivering warm breaths hit your neck as Joel buries his face into you. Moaning and groaning echo off your bedroom walls and you feel Joel nibble on your neck trying to get you to moan louder for him.

“Yesss oh my god Joel, just like that please.” Your slurred words go quieter as his hips slam into you, but it wasn’t the normal rough sex. The passion was through the roof and he wanted to make you feel worshiped.

“You’re so good to me baby doll, so damn good to me.” His husky voice is like liquid velvet in your ears and you can’t get enough. Joel’s name flys from your mouth with every other curse word you can rattle off as you start to feel that burning sensation in the pits of your belly. Arms wrapping around his neck and nails clawing at his back, your legs close around his waist subconsciously, trying to get him deep inside you as you could. It felt too good to let him sit up and pound into you, that’s not what you wanted.

Chasing that orgasm, Joel starts to whimper in your ear everything you want to hear, squirming on top of you as he made it his mission to make you come before he did and he was putting in the work. Joel’s mouth around your nipples, biting and sucking for moments at a time before he goes back to your neck, then back to your nipples.

“Cmon, jus’ like that. F-fuck, baby-ughhh-yes, I-I-” His words fall short on your lips as they connect, tongues dancing in the middle together.

“I-I love y-you” was the last thing you heard before coming on his cock thrusting deeply inside of you and with a few more pumps, Joel was shooting warm ropes of cum inside you.

Panting underneath him trying to catch your breath, you smooth the curls at the nape of his neck and whisper, “I love you too.”

I love you.

Of course you wanted to say it months ago, hell, you’ve been waiting to say it since he defended you that night at White Pony. Being with him for the last eight months was nothing short of trying. You butt heads like no one’s business and throw little comments at each other under your breaths and he doesn’t take your shit, as do you his.

I love you.

It sounded so good coming from him.

I love you.

✮

Seeing Joel all fucked out and snoring softly in your room with pink sheets and pillowcases surrounding him makes you laugh quietly to yourself, the most southern man you’ve ever met who wasn’t afraid to sleep in a hyper pink room. He always tells you it’s the best sleep he can get but you’re convinced it’s just your mattress he loves.

A knock on your front door makes you jump slightly. A Saturday morning and someone knocking on your door? Probably the neighborhood kids playing around. Pulling on your black sweatpants and a clean shirt from off the floor, you slink down the stairs and open the front door to a bouquet of roses sitting right at the edge of the stairs.

What the fuck?

Small rainbows casted onto the wooden porch as the sun shined through it, roses dancing ever so gracefully in the breeze. A card poked through the bubblegum pink bulbs and you could feel your anxiety growing from something you were unsure about. Not many had your address but now that your dad knows where you live, who knows what shit he’d pull.

“Miss you, baby girl! I’m so proud of you for doing what’s best for you. Hope these get to you when you need them the most.

-mom”

She always did have a good intuition of when you needed her the most. You dip inside without making too much noise to grab your cigarettes and lighter from your purse sitting by the coat rack, closing the front door softly to assure Joel wouldn’t wake.

Warm tobacco fills your lungs to take the edge off your anxiety and for some reason you couldn’t stop feeling like you needed to go see your mom. She had a cabin out in Michigan right in South Haven near the beach, private and secluded just how she always wanted, that you never grew tired of being in. It’s been years since you’ve got to go due to work and moving all over the place to get away from your mistakes that seemed to follow no matter where you went. Texas was safe, for now at least.

The slowly burning cigarette was getting towards the end and you crushed the butt against the sidewalk before flicking it into the pebbles by your bushes and groaning at yourself mentally, knowing Joel will see it and give you an earful later about doing that.

Why shouldn’t you go see your mom? You had the money saved up and it didn’t seem to be too hard to get your boss to agree to give you the time off. Your feet move as fast as they can back inside the house to the counter to set the flowers down and then upstairs to Joel in your bed, sound asleep on his stomach with his face barely visible behind his bicep of his arm tucked under the satin pink pillow.

Climbing on top of him and basically straddling his ass, you pull the covers off him and rub his back slowly, dragging your nails up and down his skin softly. A couple of mumbles leave his lips as he stirs under you, his other arm reaching backwards and squeezing your leg just enough to realize it was you.

“Mmmmbabyyyy whasthemaddur?” His cheeks squished together distort his words but by this point you were fluent in half asleep Joel language.

“I need to ask my boss something but I don’t know what he’ll say.” You giggle and kiss the top of his back and lay your chest on him, your arms at his sides comfortably. His heart was beating faster with every rise and fall of breath he takes in.

“I was um…I was thinking ya know…I want to go see my mom, in Michigan.” You looked in his direction before continuing. “And I was wondering if I could get maybe a week off? Pleaseeee.” You drag out the last word and start to kiss his back more in hopes he’d comply and give in faster. Was Joel really prepared to tell you no?

He turns his head the opposite way and coughs as he wakes up more, chuckling at your attempts to butter him up.

“You, my favorite worker, want a week off? To go on vacation? The nerve!” Joel’s dramatic tone takes you by surprise and you continue kissing his back trying to contain your laughter.

“She lives in Michigan? Must be pretty nice there on the lake- never been but I’ve been to Chicago a few times, real pretty out on the water.” The softness in his voice makes your heart swell a little and before you can stop yourself you ask flat out, “what if you came with me?”

Joel turns to the side and dumps you onto the bed before sitting up to look at you.

“What?” The smile was long gone now from where it was mere seconds ago on his face.

You push the fluffy comforter out of your sight and meet his eyes.

“Come with me. Let me show you around Michigan and you can meet my mom, maybe.” Everything felt right, it felt like the right time for Joel to meet your mom, having been together for eight months now.

Joel fiddles with the loose thread coming from the cover and you start to get that anxious feeling again.

“I um…I can’t, darlin’...I’m sorry. I just-” He stops but he doesn’t know how to continue, so he doesn’t attempt to say more for what felt like eternity. “With Sarah and everything I can’t, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, I get it.” Your voice cracks and you sit up facing the wall to hastily wipe your face and pretend like that didn’t just break your heart a little.

✮

A couple weeks pass and it’s been awkward between you and Joel since he shut down the idea of meeting your mother. It wasn’t like you’d be around her the entire trip but he didn’t give you a chance to explain either. Maybe that was too far for his boundaries.

With your flight booked and your bags packed sitting by the front door, Joel had been distant at work and didn’t stay for long when he’d come over after work. Was this your punishment for trying to grow with him?

As you dragged your luggage to the driver you booked, you notice Joel’s truck gone from his driveway and your heart drops in your chest. Not even a goodbye, see you when you get back, nothing.

You get in the back of the car and drive to the airport with tears stinging your eyes. You’ve officially scared him off and he wants nothing to do with you now.

His phone rings four times before you get his voicemail, that voice is like music to your ears.

“This is Joel, I uh- I can’t come to the phone right now but leave me a message I call ya back- bye.”

The recording beeps and suddenly you’re speaking exactly what you’re thinking.

“Joel…it’s me. I um-“ your voice cracks, a tear rolling down your cheek, “-I’m on my way to the airport right now…I just wanted to say bye. I walked over but you weren’t home even though I told you when I was leaving. Why are you doing this to me? I don’t understand…”

The tears were flowing down your warm face, the driver nervously looking in his rear view mirror to check on you. You hang up the phone angrily before tossing it in your purse. What once was a beautiful view and lovely drive became a cry fest and blurred by tears.

Within an hour the driver pulls up to the airport and helps you with your stuff, telling you to have a safe trip before driving off. So many couples littered the building inside, scattered off to the side either reuniting or departing, some leaving together. That should’ve been you and Joel. Ugly airport outfits and coffee in hand, laughing at the delusion that riddled your tired brains.

You plop down on the bench near your gate and pull out your book, the faeries and mortals making it seem so much better than here.

“You gonna read the whole time we’re in Michigan or?” That fucking voice.

Joel.

You practically break your neck to turn and look at him, a filthy smirk plastered on his face.

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WOW. I JUST. I JUST REALLY LOVE YOUR ANALYSIS AND THEORIES DON'T EVER STOP PLEASE. I LOVE THE STRUCTURE OF YOUR EXPLANATIONS.

In the chaos of the wait,there is someone to accompany me through a journey of madness with Alien Stage. Haha.

*insert meme of cat with wine*

I wonder what does Till think about Ivan.Now that Mizi is missing,and he seems to have completely lost himself and a reason to pursue forward,I couldn't help but ask myself: "Does he feel like he's condemned to die because of his guilt towards Ivan too? Does he feel like this or l'm just overthinking?" What if there's a retrospective we don't know about in which Till thinks Ivan didn't escape because of HIM and,now that Mizi isn't there,he's not torn about lvan anymore and what to do if he ever had to compete against him? Was he going to be conflicted in the first place? Like: "I have nothing,l lost my last hope. I may just die now rather than make my friend being killed. Is this the right thing? Why it had to be this way from the beginning,suffering because of the aliens? What am I? Why do I have to remember those things? What am I doing this for? I just wanted to survive and love Mizi"

Like we all know,thanks to the community posts,we see him have a certain dynamic with Ivan,in which they interact joking or bickering,and this strengthens a type of attachment he cannot deny. So,in the ROUND CURE we'll see Till (or Ivan) remember their past and we'll get to know more about their story with the progression of the actual one. (Ivan indeed didn't escape to stay with him,but Till doesn't know about lvan feelings,he may have been supposing all this time that he didn't made it or he just followed him back for some strange reason) I'm uncertain if they remember about seeing each other in the laboratories,through all the trauma...

l just hope that Till and Ivan don't succumb. What if lvan encourages Till to fight again unlike Luka with Mizi. What will Ivan do to try to protect Till?

Sometimes I suspect Vivinos like to play with us. Not just our feelings. WE ARE HERE JUST TO SUFFER.

THE HEARTBEATS IN THE TEASER MAKE ME FEEL SO NERVOUS HELP.

I just know that Till looks so broken and... he may have had a breakdown at this point. He has dark circles under his eyes and it's clear he has not been sleeping. I wonder if the aliens drugged him or something. For the lenght of the hair: how much time has passed?! At least a month?

One more thing I noticed,is that Till doesn't seem to have that sort of IV tube they used to sedate him like on stage in ROUND 2.

And in Hyuna's song,around the end,a security guard writes something in the sand. I don't think they'll be discovered for this but I'm really nervous.

Anyway,l really enjoy my time on your beautiful page! 🫂 Oh,please! Don't think you write stupid things,because your ideas and perspective are interesting and well put. I really like how you express yourself!

Have a nice day!! (and sorry for any mistake)

AH?!!! THANK YOU!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! tears in my eyes...

Yes!!! I shall accompany you through the madness. In fact I carry the madness in myself as well. If my yelling and flood of posts are anything to go by.

ALSO. WOW. That's genuinely so heartbreaking. Till having guilt isn't talked about often but it's very plausible that he'll be feeling it tenfold during this round. It's his fault, after all, that they're still here. Now that Mizi, the whole reason he stayed, is gone too, what was all of it for? He doomed himself and Ivan for nothing. You're right. He seems hopeless. I can definitely feel Till in those words, and it's so sad to think about how his thoughts could devolve to that point. He seemed so determined, so bright and dynamic at the beginning during ROUND 2. Now he seems so empty. Ivan and Till are definitely much closer than the both of them let on, there's no way they were just "fine". I think Till does hold fondness for Ivan, maybe even a little aware of his feelings (I don't think he knows what extent though, not sure he knows that Ivan's world literally revolves around him). What I'm sure of is that Till isn't as indifferent to Ivan as he might seem. Ivan is incredibly important to him too, and he has to come to terms with all of the guilt and feelings that were previously buried under his love and fixation for Mizi.

Oh... If Ivan spent most of ROUND 6 encouraging Till to fight I would be HEARTBROKEN. I remember one of the most common theories in the beginning was that Ivan would refuse to fight so that Till could win, and maybe Till would try and convince Ivan to fight. It's really interesting to see that the opposite might be true instead! And yes, VIVINOS LOVES to play with our feelings! It's their specialty.

Haha, Till's always had horrible eyebags! He apparently only gets less than 5 hours of sleep per day, and he's an incredibly light sleeper. Despite his eyebags though, Till always possessed such a large amount of energy. He had a lot of fight in him. You're right though, now he just seems exhausted. He's definitely been spiralling down into some very dooming thoughts. I wonder how much time has passed too...

An IV tube? I believe that's just his leash (just to make sure he's constantly restrained), but wow, thinking of it as an IV tube has some very horrifying implications. If they tried to sedate him, it definitely didn't work well HAHAH (RIP Freddie).

I thought the security guard writing in the sand was just a fun little visual gag, but if it's actually used to track down Mizi and Hyuna, oh shit. Improved security, after all. This isn't gonna be easy for them.

Thank you so much for enjoying my blog!! It means a lot to me, seriously. I might cry receiving all these nice notes and messages. Don't worry about any mistakes, by the way! You're quite a well-put writer yourself! :) Thank you for expressing yourself to me as well! I appreciate sharing all these ideas and hearing about new ones! I hope you have a great day too! ^^

#alnst #alien stage #alien stage round 6 #asks

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lexusiswriting · 2 months

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A love you deserve (Ricky Olson) - Part 2 of ?

Hi guys!

From this part we can finally see Ricky in the story, hope you'll like it :)

Warnings: mentioning drugs and alcohol.

Taggs: @multifandomcrackhead, @nicelittlenightmares, @roll-tide-babe89, @skulliecadaver-blog, @melissa-anderson

(I will tagg everyone who liked the previous parts, to let them know when the next part is posted. If you don't want to be tagged, please let me know.)

Requests: OPEN.

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Being in a band and having a relationship can be very hard, especially when both of you are traveling all over the world. Seeing each other can become a challenge when your schedules are not matching. Therefore, I am more than happy that after nearly two months I’m going to see my boyfriend, Ben Bruce of Asking Alexandria. We’ve been together for almost 2 years and I’m glad we managed to make it work.

We have just arrived at the Warped Tour, unpacking our bags, while I just realized Ben did not call me back. I don’t know when their bus is going to arrive, the only thing I know is that tomorrow they are going to play before us. I heard Andrew calling me from the front of the bus and I looked again hoping there will be at least a message – nothing yet. Maybe they are packing now or have something important to do. I put my phone in my pocket and made my way to Andrew.

“Yes, what’s happening?”

“I just found out there is a party tonight, before the madness that will start tomorrow.”

“I don’t know if I’m in the mood for a party.”

“Of course you are. Did your amazing boyfriend upset you or what?”

Now I was furious. The guys from the band never liked Ben, especially Xander had a problem with him. The reason being his previous reputation. Before we would even meet each other he was known for sleeping around, drinking and sometimes taking drugs – the rock n’ roll lifestyle. They were not happy when I announced we are together and still teasing me to this day. I really hope someday this will stop and see what a great guy he is.

“Fine, I’ll be there. But I won’t promise I’ll stay that much.”

“That’s my girl.”

I felt my phone vibrating, knowing I got a message – it was Ben.

~Hey babe, can’t talk on the phone right now, we just left. I’m sorry I’ll be late but I’ll see you at the party tonight. Love you!~

While I was trying to not get upset, not being his fault, I received another message. This time was one of my best friends, Chris Cerulli.

~Let’s hang out in our bus, I have someone I want you to meet.~

“I’m going to see Chris, want to join?”

“Sure, have not seen the dude in ages.”

It’s funny that for as long as we’ve been friends, everyone thought we were a thing. Sometimes we will make jokes about it, but we have never seen each other as something more than friends. We met at the Warped Tour a couple of years ago and he was the one to help us around. He took care of me when different guys tried to hit on me, just to get what they want. I see him as my big brother and the one I could trust with my entire being.

Andrew and I were close to their bus, when I saw Chris standing outside at a table. After a couple of seconds, he saw me as well and we started to run to each other. He took me in his arms and gave me a little spin.

“I can’t remember when I saw you last time. I see you are still crushing everyone’s hearts.”

“Oh, shut up. I’ve wanted to say I missed you but I just changed my mind.”

While the three of us were chatting, I saw the door from the bus open. A guy I’ve never seen before made his way towards us.

“Lexus, remember I said I have someone I want you to meet? This is Ricky, our new bass player.”

“Hi, nice to meet you. I am a fan of your music, the last album is really great.”

“Thank you, Ricky. I hope Chris will learn some manners from you, he really needs those kinds of skills.”

He just smiled at me, maybe did not have the courage yet to make jokes with the guys. Looking at him, I see how well he fits the band.

“Well, Andrew and I have to go, we need to get ready for the party. See you guys tonight?”

“Of course, we can’t miss it.”

“It was nice meeting you Ricky, can’t wait to hear you playing.”

While we made our way to the bus, I saw Andrew having a little smirk on his face.

“What stupid thoughts do you have now?”

“I saw the way you were looking at Ricky. I just know Ben would’ve not been happy if he saw that.”

“I was not looking at him in some way. My only thoughts were that his looks match the band.”

“I’m sure that is all.” , smirking even more, if that is possible.

When we arrived at the bus I went straight to my bed. I just wanted to sleep for a bit, before I will start to get ready for the party.

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I just arrived at the party with the guys and my boyfriend was still nowhere to be seen. My mind made it worse, thinking he will surprise me in some way, that being the reason he did not gave me any sign. Seth and Andrew made their way to get us some drinks, while I was waiting along with Xander.

“You know I don’t like Ben in general, but now I hate him even more seeing how upset you are.”

“I’m fine, don’t worry. Maybe he is busy and I don’t want to be in his way.”

Xander was not happy at all with my answer. I rolled my eyes and got my drink from Seth’s hand and waved them goodbye. Before we got out of the bus they said with who they want to hang out. Even though I consider those persons friends as well, tonight I wanted to stay with Chris, for not seeing him in a long time.

“You just got here and I already see whisky in your hand.”

“I thought you knew me better.”

He started laughing and lead me to where the rest of the guys from MIW were. They were all chatting and suddenly stopped when they saw me. I never had a problem with them and always felt comfortable in their presence.

“Is Ben here too?”

“No. He said he will be but I don’t know more than that.”

He remarked the pain in my voice when I answered so he decided to just nod and close the subject.

“I will go to get a drink too. Stay here, I will be back as fast as I can.”

The rest of the guys were having a separate conversation and I was trying to follow along. Ricky saw me being left a little behind and came to my rescue.

“Don’t worry, I don’t understand what they are talking about either.”

I started laughing a little and he changed the spot to be closer to me, so we can hear each other better with all the loud music that was around.

“Have you been friends with them for a long time, Lexus?”

“Yeah, for a couple of years now. Chris helped me to understand how this tour works.”

“He is a nice guy, so I understand that. I actually met him a couple of months ago and that’s why I am here today.”

“Well, I’m sure he made the right decision about you. Actually, I saw earlier that your set is right after us.”

“Indeed, I hope you will not be there to see how much of a mess I am.”

“I’m sure you are not that bad. You have to hear me playing bass and you’ll change your mind about yourself.”

He smiled at me and took a sip of his drink while maybe thinking of another subject to discuss.

“Maybe it’s not okay to say that, especially when I just met you but I heard Chris said something about you today.”

“About me?”

“Yeah, he is worried about you. More exactly about your relationship.”

“Of course he is. You can ask everyone in here what they think about Ben and you’ll get why he is worried.”

He tried to say something more when his eyes set on something else. When I was about to ask what happened, I heard a familiar voice.

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yourfifitherealone · 2 years

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Spoil You (Villain Deku)

TW: suggestive flirting, kidnapping, (mention of previously) drugging, suggestive touching, cursing (just once)

You felt the cold touch of the chains wrapped around your body, the gold shiny gag on your mouth and the silver chains behind your back strapped to a plump pillow chair.

"Darling, you comfy?" The green haired man asked drooping his head on the back of his chair to see you. "You look beautiful in the gifts I gave you, sweetheart." You struggled to keep your dripping saliva off you but the gag was making it complicated. You'd had been in here before, Villian Izuku's lavish house. He'd had took your from your apartment before since he was very feared, no one really told him off or even tried to stop him.

You stayed to not mind as much and only got mad at minor stuff like if he drugged you (which he didn't do frequently) and you got a headache ect. Izuku walks over while giggling to himself at your struggle. He sighs, "I guess I can take this off you now...you've haven't given me a hard time, not at all."

Izuku held the gag with a strong grip watching intently at the spit on the gag, drip onto the velvet rug. "Stop being a perv, you." He snapped his attention back to you with a sigh, "That's like asking me not to BREATHE around you, Doll, that's a very complicated request.."

Your rolled your eyes and he continued to talk, "Your so demanding..that's why I love you. You keep me on track..OF YOU! To make sure to send you a ring for every anniversary.." "We don't have a anniversary" you answered. "To give you flowers every birthday.." "Stop doing that."

"My love, don't be such a Debby downer." He dropped the gag into the sink in the walk in closet bathroom. When he was back you were trying to yank on the chains that binded you to the chair. "You wanna get out? Why?" "It hurts my arms, you dick."

He he put his arms dramatically over his heart like you'd just shot him with a crossbow. "Y/N! What strong language towards your fiancee. I'm disappointed." "Fine whatever just please untie me, please." "Hmmmm. Only because you're my favorite" he said as he bopped your nose lightly with his finger.

Izuku untied you and suddenly you jumped into his arms. "Woah! Hey what are you-" "Sorry for..what I said. I was just annoyed and whatever but you do a lot of stuff for me so y'know thanks." You awkwardly apologized. When you look up at Izuku he was deeply blushing and trying hard to hide the bulge in his pants.

You shrugged and smiled and laid on his bed covered in green blankets,pillows and poorly made plushies of you. If you had a pervert stalker admirer that coincidentally was super rich...might as well make the best of it. "Uh did you mean what you said or were you just.. joking" he said nervously sitting on the bed witlh his back to you. "I meant it and maybe if this day goes well I might let you take me out after I finish work." Izuku's eyes lit up and started jittering with his tie, "Really? You promise?!" You moved towards him and placed your hand gently on his cheek "I promise, Izuku."

"Yes! I promise you will NEVER regret it! I'll treat you like a queen, spoil you with anything you want and desire, I promise on my life I'll try my hardest to get you everything you need." "Okay calm down" you joked. The rest of the day was with him trying to give you massages all over, kisses and more rants about what you two will do in the future...you definitely went out on that date.

@therealist-arsonist thx for editing 😁

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flwersgarden · 2 years

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Hi I don't know if you take requests but I had this idea. I remember seeing this

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMFeS4UR4/

So could you do it with Elvis ( can be the real Elvis or Austin! Elvis) x reader

If he didn't die and got the help from the reader on his journey to recovery 🌹🌹

note: hey, thank you so much for this request, i enjoy doing funny reqs so i loved this! sorry that it's a bit short tho :( really really sorry but please, i hope you enjoy it <3 (i pictured real elvis writing this but can be read with austin!elvis as well!)

the presley family was a loving family. that's what everyone says about it, and they're not wrong!

your relationship with elvis presley has gone through thick and thin, his drug addiction was certainly a bump in the road but, everytime you thank the lord, he managed to go through it. with your help, he always adds.

right now you were both in a family dinner, now with your wrinkles decorating your face and a small smile in your lips. elvis is sitting next to you, his own wrinkles in his face but instead of watching the tv in front of him, he is just admiring you, kissing your cheek from time to time while you just chuckle, patting his hand that envelops yours. your grandchildren were running in the living room while your children were chatting in the couch at graceland.

you stood up, gently and slowly, elvis grabbing your hand with a little bit more strength.

“ just getting a bottle of water. ” you assure him, another pet in his hand before walking to the kitchen. one of your children accompanying you with a hand on your back, leading you to the fridge.

your oldest grandson takes the chance to sit next to elvis, who just welcomes him with a smile.

“ hey, big boy. ” he says, chuckling while ruffling his hair.

“ hey, grandpa. ” he nods towards him, looking at you with lisa; both of you laughing at some inside joke. “ can i ask you something? ” he suddenly says.

elvis nods though, watching the both of you for a while before setting his gaze in the big television in front of him; listening to some news.

“ after sixty-five years, you still call grandma 'honey', 'darling'... 'beautiful'. what's the secret? ” he asks with raised eyebrows, sipping coffee while waiting for the answer.

a second passes before elvis smirks and leans his head towards him, his voice isn't silent though. “ i forgot her name five years ago and i'm sacred to ask her. ”

his grandson burst out laughing, a bit of his coffee leaving his mouth. at the same time, elvis feels a light hit in the head.

“ you... asshole. ” your adorable voice says out loud, making everyone in the room laugh. elvis too.

“ honey, you would've hit me harder before so i'm glad you caught me now. ”

you chuckle, your grandson stands up and helps you sit. all the family with a smile on their faces. you kiss his cheek as a way to show him you're not that mad and elvis smiles at it, he loves your kisses in any way or form.

a moment of silence passes before you speak up again.

“ if i was a bit more younger, i would've beat your ass for that. ”

everyone laughs again.

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slowdiived · 2 years

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talk (kurt kunkle x fem reader)

part 4 vibes!!! anyways warnings for light mention of drugs, family trauma stuff, and sex tape mentions lmao. but this one is really fluffy :) enjoy!!!1!!

"can i please pick you up right now?" kurt pleaded from the other end of your phone. "please!"

he was being whiny, his persistence starting to annoy you. you looked at him on the screen, his led lights inside of his car a bright pink. he had puppy dog eyes, his hands in a prayer.

"jeez dude," you giggled. "what are we going to do?"

you brushed your hair in your bathroom, looking back at the propped up phone. you turned to look at your alarm clock that sat in the other room, the time reading out 11:45 pm.

"i want to take you somewhere special and we can live stream the trip!" he giggled. "c'mon please?"

"kurt it's almost midnight," you tried to reason with him. "i gotta work in the morning!"

"i know you! you'd not even fall asleep until like two in the morning!" he yelled out. "just an hour, that's all we need (y/n)!"

you looked at him again, putting your brush down. you laugh at his stupid attempts at making himself look sad to get you to say yes.

"okay," you gave up on trying to deny him. "you better get here lightning fast dude!"

"thank you! i'll be there in about ten!" he hung up fast.

you were nervous, you guys hadn't really done much after you guys admitted you liked each other a couple weeks ago. he had seen you vulnerable when you opened up to him a week earlier, but still no moves had been made. you guys just had these awkward run ins.

like when you made the viral mall video, you got really close to him a few times and you could notice it made his breath hitch. then there was one point where he accidentally brushed up against you and your face just lost all emotion. then when he was listening to you rant, he tried to touch your knee but you hadn't notice and brought them up to your chest.

you felt like he had something in the works but you couldn't be too sure.

you looked in your mirror, analyzing your outfit. it was a white baby tee and a pair of flared black leggings. you wanted to change but also you felt too lazy. you just put on your vans, lacing them up. you looked back in the mirror and decided to put your hair up in a claw clip.

soon you heard a buzz and looked at your phone to see the message from kurt:

kurtie: i am here 😁😁😁

you giggle at his emojis and then grab your wallet. you head down to him, opening the door to his car.

"hey!" you greeted while getting in and buckling your seatbelt.

"guess who made it guys!" he pointed his stream in your direction.

you wave and immediately a donation came through his bluetooth in his car.

everyone wants a sex tape now!

you rolled your eyes in disgust and look out the window as kurt drove off.

"hey, we aren't doing a sex-sex tape," his performative voice was turned on and it made you giggle. "not unless she was like comfortable or something but even that isn't like-likely."

you snapped your head towards him, your eyes squinting. you were weirded out by what he had just said, disbelief painting you.

"what the fuck?" you laughed in even more disbelief. "next time just shut them down dude."

your arms crossed against your chest and you could feel the atmosphere change.

(y/n) is mad at kurt!!! time for angry sex tape

"guys no sex tape!" he awkwardly exclaimed.

"you guys are freaks, actually," you laugh. "you aren't ever gonna get me in a sex tape."

kurt looked over at you and giggled at your statement. you just sat there still uncomfortable by what he said.

but the rest of the ride was tame, the two of you answering questions and spouting off jokes, even though kurt's were dry and definitely stolen. it was still cute to see him try his hardest to make everyone laugh. he made you chuckle a few times.

he then brought you to a weirdly wooded area on a hill. you look around, the bright lights of the city shine from afar. everything looked so small.

kurt got out of his seat and ended his stream. he came to your side and opened your door, helping you out. he brought you over to the hood of the car and sat, patting a seat next to him.

"why did you take me here?" you asked, your voice soft.

"it's one of my favorite places," he wrapped his arms around his knees, bringing them to his chest. "my mom would take me here sometimes, we would talk about things and stuff. that was when i was like a kid though and she still cared."

you looked at him and sympathy dripped down your face. you felt bad for him, he always have these one liners about his parental trauma whenever he talked about them. you never knew how to react, always just saying sorry.

"i'm sorry," you sighed. "my dad and i don't have the best relationship either, part of the reason i moved out here. he was pretty neglectful or he cared too much about things. it got exhausting."

"my dad is a drug addict," he just blurted out. "i try to still be there but his addiction is getting worse from what i remember as a kid. my mom ruined their marriage by becoming a star fucker and he ran away to do drugs for awhile. he got clean for a bit then when i graduated high school he got bad again. the reason i drive him everywhere is because he got a dui. i fucking hate him."

your hand found itself holding onto his arm and he shot his eyes over at you. you gave him a smile and he smiled back.

"i didn't know it was so bad," you squeezed his arm. "hey at least you have a friend who isn't bobby."

"yeah," he laughed. "bobby is cool but i get sick of him pushing me around. i like you because i don't have to-well like... worry i guess. you don't insult me."

you scooted closer to him, your sides now pressing together. you placed your head on his shoulder, your hand still holding him. he tensed and you could feel it.

"i wouldn't insult you ever," you spoke honestly. "i will call you out for being weird but i would never be an ass like he is. i like you kurt."

he giggled and soon got very quiet, his head still faced to the city. you lifted yours up a bit to look at him, he hummed slightly at the loss of touch. he quickly looked back at you.

"doyoustillwanttokiss me?" he blurted again, this time the words all sticking together.

"huh?" you asked, not fully understanding what he said.

"like uh, when i-you were drunk," he started stuttering again. "you wanted to kiss me and i uh said no-because you were drunk! but like i would kiss you now if like you wanted that-if that's okay?"

you giggled and hit his arm playfully.

"yeah," your grin grew wide.

you both closed your eyes and leaned in to kiss each other, your hands moving to his cheeks. it was a few seconds long, pulling away to look at him.

"was that okay?" you asked.

"that was my first," he admitted.

your eyes widened and you gasped.

"no way!" you were shocked.

yeah he was awkward but like not even in high school did he pull a single person? he was so cute under his greasy hair and stupid clothes.

"uh yeah way," you could tell he was embarrassed admitting it. "i got close once but the girl decided she didn't want to so i just let it go."

you held onto his cheeks and kissed him again. he kissed back but it was a bit awkward as you tried to move your lips. he didn't know how to follow. you pulled away.

"let me teach you," you giggled. "just follow me as we get into it, okay?"

he nodded fast, his hands finally finding a place on your body. he held your waist and you started off slow, then deepening the kiss. he moaned into your mouth, making you moan back quietly. you soon decided to enter your tongue in slowly. he understood how to receive it and meshed his tongue with yours. you both got into it, you soon moving onto his lap as he stretched his legs out. he pulled his hands down to steady himself on the hood of his car.

you pulled away after a few seconds when you could feel him squirming a bit under you.

"that was good for a first time make out," you smiled, your hands now holding onto his shoulders.

"really?" he asked excitedly. "can we go again?"

"whatever, kurtie," you leaned back in for more.

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nobodybutapathetic · 10 months

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Swim For Me…

・❥・Pairing: Billy Hargrove and Y/N

・❥・Summary: Y/N and Billy always get into ongoing fights in their relationship. Maybe mostly because of insecurities, happenings in life or even without a reason at all. Little did Billy know, Y/N was pregnant with their first child that he didn’t even notice it . . .

・❥・ Warning: Yelling, Insecurities, smoking, drugs, curse words and mostly angst

・❥・A/N: it’s been a few months and I haven’t uploaded anything from the pole request 😭 I’m truly sorry y’all, I just didn’t have the motivation but now here I am! And yes, I do write for other fandoms so please do not be afraid of requesting! [depends on which fandom] ・❥・Requested by: ⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙ @charliekeykey ⁂̩̩͙͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁎̩͙

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Billy! This is your 25th dose of drugs! You’re going insane…” You yelled, sighing as you held your hips.

“Does it look like I care, Y/N? For god’s sake, I need to be fucking alone right now! I keep being called chunky and yet it’s true. Honestly, I regret even telling you this.” Billy says whilst lighting up his cigarette and playing with his 26th drug on his fingers.

“There’s nothing wrong of being chunky! It’s just who you are and I love it! It matches you a lot which makes you even cuter.” You said truthfully, hoping it’ll convince Billy to deny the fact of hating on being called chunky.

“Pft. As if I’m even suitable to be called cute. Chunky isn’t fit for me tho so stop being such an imbecile.” He says with a cold, careless tone as he took his last drug and held his head, indicating of him having a headache.

You sighed and looked at him with a raised brow.

“Are you okay?.. Your drugs must’ve affected your head now… How about some te-“ Before you could even speak, Billy glared and yelled at you.

“I don’t need any of your fucking tea or help, Y/N! Just leave me alone!” He says harshly before standing up and was about to leave until you grabbed him.

“Hey, I know you’re mad at being insecure, me annoying you and probably for no reason at all but.. You’re handsome and good in every way, alright? You may have also have a bad relationship with your sister and family but… I promise to help you get through it..” You said in a soft tone, comforting Billy as he sighed and hugged you, silently sobbing on your shoulders as you patted his back.

“I-I just don’t know anymore.. Life is just full of shit right now and I know we’re married but it still feels like I’m a teen who’s living in a hectic shitty world.. I hate it when I’m insecure too..” Billy said shakily, trying so hard not to sound so raspy but he kept sobbing.

“Shh shh.. it’ll be alright, love.. let it all out..” You whispered as you kept him in your arms, patting his back and rubbing it.

“I’m just thankful you’re still here after everything that’s happening in our relationship right now…” He sniffled while looking into your eyes.

“Well.. I need to tell you something, Darling.. since you’ve calmed down..” You said, gulping as you softly held his shoulders.

“Tell me anything.. I’ll try not to get mad…” He says in a soft tone, not breaking his gaze towards your eyes.

“Okay..” you sighed before taking in a deep breath and exhaling.

“I’m.. Pregnant..” You said, looking down and feeling all worried if he would yell or hit you.

“You’re.. you’re joking…” He said, his tone being soft but his expression were filled with shock.

“N-No I’m not.. check the toilet.. I took 10 pregnancy tests and it’s all positive..” You sighed, wondering if he’s mad or anything at all.

“Y-You can’t possibly be…” He said before sighing and then nodding, going to the bathroom with you and seeing all the pregnancy tests.

“W-wha.. s-so you’re not lying?…” He said, looking into your eyes as a tear rolled down his cheek.

You nodded as he simply looked at the tests then to you as he hugged you and sobbed happily.

“I-I’m going to be a father?…” He questioned, joyful tears still rolling down his cheeks as you chuckled and rubbed his back.

“Y-yes you are… everything has been happening lately that you haven’t noticed… I took like the tests 1 week ago and I did it again just to make sure…” You said.

“After all this time… You were pregnant? Oh god.. how did I not know?… I-I was busy yelling, taking drugs and smoking and you were pregnant after all?… Gosh I-I-.. I’m sorry…” He apologized as he kept sobbing happy tears.

“There there, darling. No need to worry now, okay? I bet you’ll be a great father…” You comforted him as joyful tears rolled down your cheeks as well.

“Well you’re gonna be an amazing mother.. can’t wait to see a little version of me running around.” Billy chuckled before kissing your cheek and wiping his tears away.

You chuckled and nodded in agreement as you blushed.

“Well it’s not yet confirmed weather it’s a girl or a boy~” You laughed out which made him chuckle and kiss your cheek even more.

“How about we go outside to the pool? A nice swimming might give some refreshment after all what happened today.” Billy suggested which you agreed on as you went with him to the pool, later then changing into your swimming outfits as you both sat together on the chair next to the pool.

“You’re looking pretty hot in that bikini, not gonna lie, sweetheart.” Billy smirked before kissing you.

You giggled and smirked as you pulled away.

“Oh stop flirting with me, Billy!~” You giggled out which made him smirk even wider.

“Im not flirting with you, love. Now, enough with the talking and swim for me…”

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elderemorune · 4 months

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What a week.

TW: Suicide discussion ahead. Please be kind to yourself and don't read if you're not in the headspace for it.

A family friend passed away this week. I first learned about it a couple of days ago. Her name was Emily, and she was a lawyer. Damn fine one too. She and I weren't especially close, but I'd ask her legal questions on occasion, stuff like "Hey, how does founding an LLC work?" or "Hey, I just learned about this really cool business idea, can you point me to someone who can help me work out what I'd need to do for it?" It was professional, and I didn't know that much about her.

What I do know is that she suffered from chronic pain, and didn't have any tools to effectively manage it. The stuff that deadened the pain's addictive, and with doctors basically not prescribing opiates at all if they can help it, she was left in the lurch. Eventually it became too much to bear, and she just couldn't do it anymore.

She leaves behind a husband and children, whom are all kind and gentle folk. I recall meeting her partner at a baseball game with my dad once, he was a swell guy. Shook my hand firmly and made jokes about an ex-con marrying his lawyer. She just gave him a withering look, said "Don't be an ass, I don't even practice criminal law!" and we all laughed.

The pain overtook her, and it's hard to blame her.

I mean, can you imagine? Body aching all the time, no reprieve except when you're asleep? Doctors telling you you're engaging in drug seeking behavior simply because you'd like to have one good fucking day, just one?

My wife lives that life too. She's constantly in pain, her body fighting her at any given moment simply for the sin of having been born to parents who ardently refused to have her medical issues treated when she was a child, her dad and stepmom chiding her doctors when they said "She has a hormone imbalance brought on by precocious puberty".

"Oh she doesn't have anything wrong with her, she's just lazy and fat."

I'm digressing from what I wanted to talk about, sorry. That woman's been through a lot, and it's so hard not to get mad about it. Especially right now. I worry so much about her pain levels that I keep her supplied in marijuana and do everything about the house to the best of my abilities just to limit it as much as I can.

And while that's the worst thing that happened this week, I can't really say the rest was good. I mean, in comparison to suicide, sure I guess, but you know.

It's fucking weird when one finds out that your mom didn't actually want to be polyamorous again.

Oh yeah, my folks were poly in 2019, and that blew up massively in their faces for reasons that are not mine to share.

Anyway, I came to find out that my dad lied to my mom about how he met his girlfriend, Sarah. He said he met her on Reddit, but had lied about taking his dating profile down. He takes phone calls from Sarah every night at 5:00, when he's supposed to shut his office down and stop ignoring my mom for the day.

My mom has no desire to meet Sarah. Says "I can't, I'll hate her, and she hasn't even done anything wrong. I don't want to meet her."

As a polyamorous person in a monogamous relationship, there is a right way to do this, and a wrong one, and FUCK is the wrong one lying to your partner about it. I mean shit, I did that three fucking years ago! And while I would absolutely state that my behavior three years ago was of a significantly different (read harsh, mean, unkind, abusive), it started this way. With a lie.

Sure he came clean, but there's nothing that can be trusted about this relationship now.

So I finish talking to my mom about this because I have other shit to do and being angry at my dad for yet another reason isn't doing me much good. She closes out with this:

"Thank you for caring about me and having my back and being my amazing and wonderful son."

To wit I said "Well it's not like I can be anyone else, right? :P"

And completely unprompted, she says "Well you could be my amazing and wonderful 'child' instead of my son and you would still be the same as far as I'm concerned. I would still love you just as much. You're one of my favorite people."

For those who aren't good at speaking white suburban mom, this translates to "I would still love you if you were trans."

What? I'm still confused by this. About once a year, I sit down and take a mental inventory, you know, see who I was this last year, and compare that to who I want to be. That includes taking stock of my gender identity. That part of the process generally amounts to "Am I comfortable in my body? Yes? Good.", but if it were different then that's fine too.

Like, I'm not GNC, I'm not genderqueer, I'm just queer.

Apparently, because trans folks often use this term to refer to themselves, my mom had simply assumed that I was among that crowd.

Again, what? What a fucking leap of logic, mom! Well, at least we know you're an ally.

And also, I'm honestly crossing my fingers with the hope that you'll divorce dad. I love the two of you, but fuck are you awful for each other.

What else happened this week? Hell, I can't remember. Wednesday was weird, but I think I already talked about it previously. That shit with Ruth was a hell of a thing. I told my wife that I'm not going to any family events that Ruth is gonna be at unless my nieces are there. Then I'll just ignore Ruth and play with the kids. They fuckin love me. Hattie, my oldest niece, makes fun of me for "Talking too big" when she brings up God. They don't like Ruth either.

This is already getting kinda long, and I've got work to do, so I guess I'll update some other time.

Please be kind to yourselves.

#tw suicide #vent #blog #journal #mental health #polyamory #but wrong

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dream-of-kpop · 2 years

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Monsta X and Assumptions

[like when youtubers do those Q&A videos where people send in assumptions they have about them- yeah]

I.M: "Let's talk about assumptions we have about each other." *opens beer bottle*

Wonho: "I don't know what an 'assumption' is but it sounds boring..."

I.M: "Nahhhh it'll be fun. I'll start." *drinks* "For example, Kihyun looks like the type to own nothing but black turtleneck sweaters."

Kihyun: "Are you sure you're not talking about Woozi?"

I.M: "Wow Kihyun, you just saved yourself with that one."

Kihyun: "Thanks."

Jooheon: "I'm telling Jihoon what you said-"

Kihyun: "IT WAS A JOKE."

Wonho: "Ohhhh I get it now!"

Hyungwon: "Ok wait, what assumption do you guys have about me?"

Wonho: "Actually...you look like the type to sing, 'THE BEST TIME TO WEAR A STRIPED SWEATERRRR~'."

Hyungwon: "No I don't."

Jooheon: "Go put on a sweater and sing bruh."

Hyungwon: "It's too hot in here 'cause of the heater. I'll pass out."

Kihyun: "And?"

Jooheon: "DO ITTTTT PLEASEEEEEE???" *starts doing aegyo*

*Hyungwon leaves and returns with an oversized sweater*

Hyungwon: "The best time to wea-"

Shownu: "Louder."

Hyungwon: "THE BEST TIME TO WEAR A STRIPED SWEATERRRRRR, IS ALL THE TIMEEEEEE! ONE LITTLE COLOR, TURTLENECK, THAT'S THE KINDDDDDD!"

*Monsta X dies of laughter*

Hyungwon: *sits down embarrassed taking off the sweater* "I'm never doing that shit again."

Minhyuk: "Good thing I recorded it then." *lays phone down*

I.M: "Okayyyy~ next assumption. SHOWNU YOU'RE NEXT!"

*Shownu looks up startled*

Jooheon: "Homeboy definitely eats Cheetos at midnight by himself."

Wonho: "Yeah, I can totally see that."

Minhyuk: "I feel like Shownu has a son named Markees."

Shownu: "What?"

Minhyuk: "You heard me."

Hyungwon: "I-I don't even know how to respond to that."

Shownu: "Well...in that case, I assume Minhyuk has a girlfriend."

Kihyun: *chuckles* "HA- you're funny Hyunwoo."

Minhyuk: "That's ok Kihyun." *smiles at Kihyun then Shownu* "Thank you for the assumption."

Jooheon: "Oooo I have an assumption about Changkyun."

I.M: "Spill it."

Jooheon: "Changkyun looks like the type to wear a Nirvana shirt but only listened to 'Smells Like Teen Spirit'."

Minhyuk: *shakes head* "Kurt Cobain would be disappointed..."

I.M: "I've dabbled in some rock here and there."

Wonho: "You aren't talking about drugs right?"

I.M: "What? No."

Jooheon: "And Minhyuk-" *points to him* "You look like the human version of yeet."

Minhyuk: "I don't know what that means but thank you."

Hyungwon: "Wait I'll go next!"

I.M: "It wasn't your turn yet."

Hyungwon: "I thought we're just going randomly...But anyways, I assume Wonho has a Grindr account."

Wonho: "Ok, that's a really good guess."

I.M: "Was that supposed to be funny?"

Hyungwon: "No just mainly a guess."

Minhyuk: "Are you referring to yourself having a Grindr account? I don't get it."

Hyungwon: "Forget it."

*awkward silence*

Shownu: "Um, I assume Kihyun doesn't have abs."

Kihyun: "Pfffft, I do actually." *lifts shirt*

I.M: "Just put it away..."

Kihyun: "What?"

Hyungwon: "Fam, there's nothing there."

Kihyun: *looks down* "What? Nah, it's just the light is hitting it wrong."

Jooheon: "I think those gym regimens are hitting wrong."

*Kihyun pulls his shirt back down and sits awkwardly*

Wonho: "Okie, Changkyun your turn."

I.M: "I assume that...that...Minhyuk...you like string beans."

Minhyuk: "What?"

Shownu: "Can we stop?"

Jooheon: "Why?"

Shownu: "I'm getting bored. Also this heater is getting too hot."

Minhyuk: "If it helps, Hyungwon looks like the type to tell a bunch of his friends he's gonna be famous on Tik Tok and only has 3 followers."

Hyungwon: "Yes, that helps my self-esteem a lot." *takes a swig of beer*

Shownu: "Ok, I'm having fun again."

I.M: "Actually, you're right. It is getting hot in here..."

Kihyun: "Please turn it off Wonho since you're the closest one to it."

*Wonho promptly turns off the heater*

Kihyun: "Ok, now can you hoes stop complaining?"

Jooheon: "Damn, you're still mad about what I said, aren't you?"

Kihyun: "Joo, shut the hell up."

I.M: "Kihyun, now's your chance! What assumption do you have about Jooheon?"

Jooheon: "YOU'RE SIDING WITH HIM???"

Minhyuk: "Oh my god, this is so intense."

Kihyun: "Jooheon looks like he freestyles to trap remixes of Cocomelon songs."

Jooheon: *he stands up in a fit of rage with tears sliding down his cheeks* "TOO FAR-" *leaves immediately*

Hyungwon: "Kihyun, how could you?"

I.M: "...I mean can see it. The songs are fire sometimes, but that was totally disrespectful Kihyun."

*one by one, each member leaves until Kihyun is the last one sitting*

Kihyun: "I'm confused, what did I say?"

Wonho: *stands up* "What didn't you say?" *leaves mysteriously*

Kihyun: ????

Epilogue:

[everyone, except Kihyun, gathers around Jooheon as he hugs a pillow and sulks]

*Minhyuk rubs his back*

Shownu: "Would it make you feel better if we played some Cocomelon?"

Jooheon: *pouts* "No."

I.M: "Come on, we know it'll make you feel better."

Jooheon: "Fine."

*briefly goes to Youtube and finds a video*

TV: *music* "COCOMELON!"

*Jooheon cries even harder*

Minhyuk: "WAY TO GO SHOWNU-"

Shownu: "I THOUGHT IT WOULD MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER-"

hyungwonthefraud

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delikaitxx · 10 months

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AND WE’RE BACK BABY! This one’s for Chrissy 🩷

Chapter Seven: The Deal

🚨 major trigger warning: Death, drugs.

Eddie’s POV

The Evening of March 21, 1986

“Hope the temperature’s okay.” I say watching Chrissy get settled in the van. “It’s good. Thank you.” She says as she buckles her seatbelt, noticing I don’t even bother buckling mine. “Why don’t you buckle up?” She jokes, but is mainly concerned. I brush it off. “Eh, I don’t need it.” Chrissy’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Really? I’m sure Roxie would appreciate it if you were still in one piece.” I smirk a bit. “And I’m sure Jason would appreciate you in one piece as well…” It grows quiet.

“He doesn’t know, does he?” I grow even more concerned now. Chrissy shakes her head softly. “No, I wouldn’t want to risk him coming after you. And Roxie, he can be angry at times.” Chrissy looks out of the passenger window, trying to not make eye contact. “Does he…. Hurt you?” She shakes her head. “No, he’s just…. He’s an asshole at times.” Shock flows in my body. “Why are you with him then?” She slowly turns back to me. She clears her throat. “Because it’s what everybody wants the cheer captain and the captain of the basketball team. It’s bullshit.”

I take this all in. “Yeah… Why stay with him then? If he’s… I mean, he’s an asshole. But, I mean…. Why stay?” I ask looking at the road then at her. “Like I said…. It’s just…. I always thought…. Maybe, somehow… I can find some type of happiness with him.” She giggles a bit. “Kind of like what you and Roxie have.” I chuckle being taken aback while driving, squinting at Chrissy. “Like me and Roxie?” I smile. “YES! You two are… so cute and happy together. I honestly wish I had that.” Wow, the Queen of Hawkins High is actually jealous of my relationship.

“What part of the relationship specifically?” I ask her. “The simplicity you two have. The way you mesh together. She’s so…. Stevie Nicks and you are….” I laugh. “Ozzy Osborne?” “YES! It’s kind of like an opposites attract thing, it works. Me and Jason…. We’re just…” “Expected to be together….” “Yeah…” I nod. “What do you want in a relationship?” Chrissy giggles lightly. “Prince Charming. Y’know, that fairy tale. That’s what I want.” I laugh a little more. “With a castle and everything?” “YES! Exactly!” She jokes. I start thinking about Roxie and I. What our lives would be like ahead. Married and on the road. Kids and all. We’d raise them outside of Hawkins, take them all over the world. God, they would be so spoiled.

I notice Chrissy’s happiness slowly fading. “You know, Roxie has so much respect for you.” Chrissy lightens up a bit. “Really?” “Yeah! She’s actually really concerned about you… I thought I should let you know.” “Oh, you guys talked?” Oh honey, there wasn’t much talking. “Yeah, she felt stupid for what happened. I told her she wasn’t. We’re good and she understands completely. She did make me promise something.” Chrissy gets intrigued. “What?” I smile at Roxie’s voice echoing in my head. “‘Please be careful and you both be safe.’” My smirk grows bigger. “She said for the both of us to be careful and safe.”

Chrissy chuckles. “She really is a sweet girl. I actually wanted to talk to her during math, but I was so scared.” I look away from the darkened road to meet her anxious gaze. “Because of what happened earlier?” “Yeah.” We stop at a red light, nearing my trailer. I look at her and give her a hopefully reassuring smile. “Hey, she can be intimidating because of her pixie-like stature, but she’s great. She’s very understanding. Magnificent even. Sure, first she’ll be mad about things, but she comes around.” “You guys really balance each other out.” “She’s quiet and I’m loud?” We both laugh. “No! Okay, maybe… you guys just go really well together.” I laugh even more. “Well thank you Chrissy.” “Yeah, of course!”

***********

I let Chrissy out of the trailer by grabbing her hand, which is very soft. “Watch your step. It’s pretty high up there.” I say as Chrissy jumps down. “Thank you.” “My pleasure.” I run to my front door and open it, allowing The Queen to go in first. “Wow, such a gentleman.” “I try.” We laugh and Chrissy looks around at the different mugs on the wall, Wayne’s recliner. “Nice trailer… Do you live alone?” I turn around and face her. “Uh, actually no…My Uncle Wayne…. Took me in when I was younger… he’s out of town for the night.” Chrissy nods.

Chrissy is walking around like a curious cat as I look around for the loot. “Does Roxie do this? Special K?” I sharply lift my head up as I crotch down and smile at the mention of my girlfriend. “Uh, actually no… I would hope not, not that she ever wants to. She just sticks to mainly weed and alcohol. Chrissy looks around more strutting around on her tippy toes. She twinkles with the dim lights from the trailer. “You picked a good one Eds. She’s such a sweet and smart girl.” I grin. “She is. I love her deeply.” I look and and groan a bit. “Dammit.” I say quietly. “What’s wrong?” She asks. I get up from my crotched position and stretch.

“It appears I can’t find what I need. I’ll be right back…” I trail off into a somber silence. I look back at her for a second. Like a little deer wandering the forest. So delicate, fragile. I wonder what’s going on in her little mind to even want to do Special K. It’s probably Jason’s character. Maybe she feels alone and worthless because of him. My mouth opens. “And Chrissy, you’re sweet and smart too. You don’t need that asshat parading you around to feel meaningful. You are amazing.” I walk away as I can feel her mood change a bit. It’s quite somber, but I can tell by how quiet she’s being.

I run into my room as my eyes set on my sweetheart. “Sorry I’m late sweetheart.” I kiss my fingers and go to strum her strings. You see, I named my guitar after the love of my life, Roxanne Grace Henderson. My mind instantly races with images on her. Our night tonight. In the cabin. All those twinkly Christmas lights Roxie found. The way she would look under me as I show my love. She’s really, truly magnificent. Making love won’t be the only thing we will be doing tonight I plan on actually telling her how much she truly means to me. We’ll be doing a lot of cuddling, kissing, decorating our home away from home. Just absolutely enveloped in each other. My mind patterns break as I see the little baggie of drugs. “Gotcha” I have it in my hand and I run out of the room.

“FOUND IT!” I say holding up the drugs in my hand as I quietly celebrate my victory. “Just peaceful bliss, moments away.” I proudly utter looking down at the drugs before noticing the eerie tone looming. I see a stone like Chrissy. Pale, not moving at all. As if the blood was sucked out of her body, or life itself. I stop myself in my tracks. “Chrissy?” I question as concern flows. Nothing, just silence. I start cautiously waking up. “Chrissy….” I wave my hand consciously and arm trying to get her attention. To no avail? Nothing. Anxiety starts setting in. “Hello?” She’s still in the trance. My heart starts racing and the hair on my neck rises. “CHRISSY!” I lunge out at her trying to snap her out. Still in the trance. “Hey Chrissy, wake up!” I demand and move closer to her. I snap my fingers. Panic comes in more. I start waving. “Hello!” I snap my fingers again. “Chrissy hello?” I begin to move my hand around, but no response.

The lights start flickering, making everything feel like a nightmare. Panic is now fully talking over. What in the fuck is going on? I look around frantically at the lights, then at Chrissy, freaking out. Oh shit. What do I do? “Chrissy please wake up! Did you take anything? CHRISSY?” I shake her pale, lifeless body. It’s as if I’m in a horror film. I start to pant. I cry out to her. “Chrissy, please!” I beg. Please for the love of god, don’t be a bad trip.

I start clapping in her face with urgency. “It’s time to wake up, okay? WAKE UP!” I start moving her a bit. “Hello, can you hear me?” The lights flickering intensifies. I begin to freak out. “I DON’T LIKE THIS CHRISSY! WAKE UP!” I violently shake her terrified. “I don’t like this Chrissy! Wake up!” I yell. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I put both of my hands on her face. Oh god, she’s so cold. Cold as ice. “C’mon Chrissy wake up!” I slay her delicate, soulless face. “CHRISSY WAKE UP!” I resort back to shaking her.

I start panicking physically trying to break her out. This doesn’t make any goddamn sense. The lights flickering erratically, her soulless body. It almost feels… supernatural. No… NO. None of this makes sense. Whatever is going on with her, I have to know. I keep on going. Pushing, tapping, fucking anything. Then, she starts levitating slowly as I’m holding her shoulders. “What the?” I frantically ask backing up watching this happen. I watch in terror as she reaches my ceiling, wishing maybe somehow she’s doing a stunt. She slams flat on my ceiling like a pancake. “JESUS CHRIST!” I scream falling back going even further away. Her area and legs are perfectly spread, very stiff. Her mouth is agape.

Her bones begin to snap as I continue to crawl back and scream. My panting increases. The once sweet, cheerful girl is gone. Whatever this is, it’s not her. There goes her legs, her jaw even. I scream and watch in terror, feeling like I’m watching a horror film, feeling hopeless. Her eyes get sucked into her head. My hearts beat faster. My screams get louder. Blood runs out of her sockets. That’s when she falls to the floor, officially lifeless. Gone.

“Chrissy….” I whisper looking at the once lively girl, lying on the floor. Nobody is going to believe what I have just witnessed. I’m going to be blamed for doing Satanic rituals. What if I’m next? What if Roxie was next… Oh my god, Roxie! I snap out of it and grab my keys and make way to the door. I take one more look at her, remembering the Queen of Hawkins I once knew. Tears well up in my eyes. “I’m so sorry.” I wheeze as I al my front door, leaving her behind.

#joseph quinn #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie x oc #eddie stranger things #eddie fic #chrissy cunningham #chrissy this is for you

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eddievanhammettmunson · 2 years

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Nuggets and Nuisances (Trips Part 4)

Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Authors note- hello earthlings and others. I’m back for part 4. I was really hungry while writing this and I thought I’d let you all know that.

Warnings- 18++++ PLEASE DONT INTERACT IF YOURE A MINOR PLEASE PRETTY PRETTY PLEASEEEEEEEEE. Again we got some smut in here, some praise kink if you squint, p in v protected (wrap it up y’all), mentions of blood violence and injuries. Foul language and drug use. Again minors get out you don’t want this <3

Summary- Taking your relationship with Eddie a bit further : ) 4.7k words

Adrenaline. That’s all you felt pumping through your veins as you sat in Eddie’s van as he sped out of The Hideout parking lot. Neither of you said a word as Eddie was gunning it at 80 mph down the street. Normally being in a car with someone going that fast would scare you. But not with Eddie.

As Eddie kept driving you had no idea where he was taking you, but you didn’t bother to ask. As he pulled into the parking lot of the shopping center Eddie finally turned his attention to you.

“That was a pretty Ozzy move you pulled back there”

“Heh. I suppose it was”

Upon speaking you wince pretty heavily and Eddie takes notice. Taking his eyes off the steering wheel as he continues to cruise through the parking lot. He looks over at you and takes one of his hands off the wheel and gently grabs your face. Making you turn to face him.

“Yeesh shit. When’d that happen?”

“I think I hit my head on a curb when Andy pulled me to the ground”

“Well then I think we should go get cleaned up before we continue our date. Don’t ya think?”

“…you really wanna continue our date?”

Eddie is stunned for a moment. Bringing the car to a complete stop.

“Sorry y/n I didn’t mean to assume you’d want to…I mean I want to…if you do?”

“Oh god! Eddie of course I do…I just thought after getting beat up and having your date maul some people with a crowbar that you wouldn’t want to”

Eddie starts laughing like a mad man and even wipes a tear before he continues talking.

“Princess beating up the Hawkins high basketball team was probably one of the hottest things you could have ever done on a first date. No way am I gonna back away from that”

Eddie continued on his way through the parking lot before pulling into a spot in front of a 24 hour convenience store. Eddie convinced you to stay in the car while he ran in to get a few things. Coming back with rubbing alcohol, some cotton puff balls and some band aids. Eddie makes his way to the passenger door and upon opening it he situated himself standing between your legs as you face him and he begins cleaning your head.

“You know princess it wouldn’t hurt so much if you stopped squirming”

“The only reason I’m squirming is cause it hurts” you said with a bit of a pout and Eddie being Eddie cupped your face in his hands and forced you mouth into a smile before continuing his work.

“Well princess I’ve done the best I can to put humpty dumpty back together again. How do you feel?”

“Eh I’ll be alright. You need any help or do you think you’ll be okay? We should probably get some ice for those bruises.”

“Eh don’t worry about me I’ve had worse”

He said it in such a joking way but you knew it was true. You’ve seen how much he gets hazed and bullied and hearing him say it in such a playful way hurt for some reason. As you look up at him you give him a quick tender peck on the lips. It happened so quickly Eddie didn’t even process what was happening until you had pulled away.

“What was that for?”

“I’m sorry you’ve had worse Eddie. You shouldn’t have.”

You intertwined his fingers with your own and stared down at your hands momentarily.

“Well thank you sweetheart. I think I could say the same about you though. Anyways I thought the kiss might have been a thank you for fixing you up but I guess not.”

You could tell what he was playing at and decided to give in. Leaning in ever so slightly to where your noses brushed against each other.

“Well this one can be a thank you..if you want it to be”

That’s all Eddie needed to hear before he leaned in and captured your lips on his own in a tender deep kiss. Eddie's busted lip hurt just from kissing you but it was the kind of pain he’d relish forever. Eventually you two pull away breathing heavily. And Eddie claps his hands together.

“So how does the badass princess feel about McDonalds?”

“I’d say the princess is starving and would love some nuggets”

Eddie got back in the van and drove across the parking lot to the McDonalds getting you guys a bunch of chicken nuggets and some fries with some drinks from the drive through before taking off again. Still keeping high speeds but you didn’t care.

“Where’s the Bard taking me now?”

“Well that is a surprise sweetheart”

“Can I at least eat some food while we drive there?”

He slaps your hand away from the bag gently and shakes his finger at you.

“Nuh uh. It’ll be taste better when we get there trust me”

As Eddie drove all his thoughts were swimming with you and it took everything in him not to watch you the entire time he drove. You didn’t make it any easier when you rolled the window down and stuck your head out like a dog for a second. The wind makes the car fill with the scent of your perfume. He was swerving through lanes at that point because all he could do was look at you. Normally Eddie speeds in his van but now he was speeding because he really just wanted to be able to look at you and not the road.

As the van pulls up to lovers lake you begin to laugh and shake your head.

“Eddie lovers lake is great and all but how is this going to make my nuggets taste any better”

“Just trust me doll it’ll be great”

He pulled the van up backwards so the ass end was facing the lake. You two made your way to the back of the van and hopped in, leaving the door open to enjoy the view of the lake.

As soon as Eddie laid out all the food you couldn’t help yourself and began to dig in. Eddie couldn’t help but laugh as he watched you.

“Man beating people up really revs up your appetite huh?”

You didn’t respond verbally but you gave an enthusiastic head nod that made Eddie laugh even harder. Sharing the chicken nuggets but having to pass the sauce back and forth because they never give you enough sauce. Somehow you find yourself lying right up against him on his chest as you two continue to eat.

“Hey y/n?”

“Mmhmm?”

“If I rolled a joint on our first date would you totally hate me?”

Sitting up you look him in the eyes and cup his face bringing it to meet yours.

“If you did I think it would only make me like you more Munson”

So he did. He rolled a joint and you two smoked away enjoying the music from the radio and the calming sounds of lovers lake. As you sat there in the back of his Van his hands began to gently glide along your back in such a calming way. Yet for some reason each time he did it you felt yourself heating up.

“I mean it y/n. That was some badass stuff you pulled back there.”

“What can I say? I had to defend my Knight in shining armor…err Um I mean my knight in the shining rust bucket he calls a van”

“Hey who's sitting in the back of that rust bucket as we speak princess? And I seem to remember us calling her a carriage before”

“Right right my apologies my knight in his shining carriage”

You tilt your face up to look at him and the hand he was stroking your back with freezes in place. Something about the atmosphere in the van changed when you looked at him this time. There was something different about it as you leaned up to kiss him. The kiss was slow and gentle at first. Progressively getting deeper as you allowed Eddie to slip his tongue into your mouth.

The moan you give him as he moves his hand from your back down to your waist as he squeezes it, is a sound Eddie wants to hear forever. And he’ll do anything to make you do it again. As you move to straddle his lap, Eddie’s hand begins to wander anywhere and everywhere he can reach, making sure to grope every part of you as he whispers into your ear in a husky voice.

“Just let me know if I do anything you don’t like, baby. I mean it. You say the word I stop no matter what okay?”

“I will. But for now keep doing everything you're doing Eddie. Please”

You didn’t mean for it to sound so whiny but he wasn’t complaining. And he especially wasn’t complaining when you decided to grind down on him. He hadn’t even realized he was hard until you did that and now all his thoughts are swirling with the dirtiest thoughts of you.

You trace your hands up and down his torso. Scratching lightly. Not enough to hurt him but enough to get some groans out. You decide to push his denim vest off signaling him where you want this to go. Eddie takes the hint and loses the vest and the jacket along with his shirt. Leaving him bare from the stomach up.

You lean back on his thighs and have a good look at his bare chest before leaning in to leave tender kisses on each of his tattoos. On one particular tattoo you decided to give it a quick bite. Not enough to draw blood but enough to get a reaction.

“Shit! Did you just bite me?”

He looked down at your face and rushed in for a heated kiss as his hand tugged at the bottom of your dress and this time it was you taking the hint. Leaning back on his thighs once again as you slowly slid the black dress down your body. Removing your tights with them. Leaving you in nothing but your black lace underwear. That Eddie now can’t keep his hands off of.

“Black lace? For me sweetheart. Awe you shouldn’t have”

He’s breathless at this point as you continue trailing kisses up and down his torso and grinding down on him. His hands move up to cup your breasts making your breath hitch as he massages them. You take your hands off of him for a moment as you reach behind your back and unhook your bra causing it to fall into his hands.

His eyes immediately shoot down to your breasts, taking them in fully. He brings your bra up to his face and sniffs it intensely before dropping it with the rest of the clothes piling up in the van. He moves his attention back to your breasts as he massages them.

“They’re so pretty baby. Can’t believe you’ve had them tucked away from me for so long. My poor girls”

Before you can respond he takes one of your breasts into his mouth and cups the other one and continues massaging. As he flicks his tongue over your hardened nipple you let out a string of high gasps and moans as you intertwine your fingers through his hair.

Eddie takes the opportunity and flips you onto your back. The sudden movement makes the entire van shake and a few cassettes go flying about. And as soon as you’re on your back he grinds down onto you making you both groan. Eddie removes his mouth from your breast and begins kissing his way down your body. Stopping just above your underwear.

“May I? Madam?”

You nod your head yes feverishly

“Words princess. Let me hear you.”

“F-Fuck, yes Eddie please god please”

And with that Eddie hooked his fingers below the band and tugged them down your legs.

“Is it okay if I taste you baby? You look fucking delicious”

“I-I mean if you want. Nobody’s ever…”

“Oh baby I’m about to rock your world”

He comes back up to kiss you as his hand rubs between your folds feeling how wet you already were. Bringing a finger up to his lips as he licks his fingers.

“Oh yeah baby. Just as I thought. I’m gonna need more”

He kissed down your body once again and found his face between your thighs.you do your best to keep your eyes on him.He brings a finger to your folds and presses it to your clit causing you to squirm. He begins to rub circles just for a moment before removing his finger and replacing it with his mouth over your clit as he begins to lick you.

“F-FUCK E-Eddie oh my god!”

All this does is spur him on and he begins to eat you like he’s never eaten a meal in his life. His fingers although work their way down and his middle finger teases your entrance before pushing in and you can’t help but throw your head back when he does. He begins to curl his finger as he pumps it in and out and you feel the beginning of your orgasm building.

He decided to add a second finger and when he does he finally finds the spot he was looking for. Your thighs automatically begin to clench around his head, locking him in as he moves his fingers quicker and lapping you up deeper.

“E-edd I’m I’m I’m gonna”

You came all over his face and all Eddie did was groan as he continued to eat you out through your high.

Finally your legs relax and your thighs release his head and he makes his way back up to your face. Both of you are smiling like idiots. You slide your hand down his torso and you grab his hard on through his jeans and he groans into your mouth.

“You sure about this princess? We can stop anytime”

“Would I have just groped you the way I did if I wanted you to stop”

Eddie pulled away and backed out of the van fully and attempted to remove his jeans and boxers only tripping slightly. He reached back into the van and grabbed his jacket where he pulled out a condom and you raised a brow at him.

“Oh don’t give me that you showed up in black lace panties missy” he said pointing a finger in your face.

That was a fair point. You sit up a bit to get a look at his cock for the first time. You swallow a bit seeing the size. You weren’t a virgin but you also hadn’t been with anyone of his size before and you were a bit nervous. He looked up at you as he slid the condom on his dick and fisted himself a couple times. Crawling back over you in the van he cups your face and tries to calm your nerves with a kiss on the nose.

“I’ll go slow baby don’t worry. Any pain you let me know”

He kissed your forehead and you spread your legs for him fully as he lined himself up with your entrance. He pushes the tip in just a little bit and you both let out matching groans. He pushes in a bit more and that’s when you feel the stretch. Wincing a bit and grabbing his forearm as he stills himself letting you adjust to him.

As you nod he continues to push in a little bit more repeating this process until he’s fully inside you. He gently rocks himself against you and brushes back the hair from your face as he kisses your cheeks.

“You’re doing so well for me princess okay? You’ve taken it all so well”

You finally nod and kiss his cheek as a sign he’s okay to move and he does. He removes himself from you and then plunges back in and you reach around his back as he begins to move in and out of you. The moans that escape you are unlike any sounds you’ve heard yourself make before. You couldn’t control the way he made you feel.

Everytime he dragged himself out of you and plunged back in, you could feel just how full it made you and you couldn’t get enough. Reaching up and pulling him in for another kiss as he continued to pound into you deeper and deeper with each thrust. You're grabbing at his back and dragging your nails all the way down. Eddie takes his time working plenty of hickies into your body wanting to mark you as much as possible. When you thought it couldn’t get any better his hand finds its way between the two of you again and he begins to rub your clit causing you to cry out his name.

“Fuck baby say it again. Say my name again”

So you do. With every thrust you continue to moan his name and he knows he isn’t going to last much longer at this rate so he begins to rub your clit even faster.

He can feel you nearing your edge and he is too. He gives a final thrust and he’s done for falling over the edge and taking you right down with him in a blissful shared orgasm.

He collapses on top of your chests both heaving and you begin to stroke his hair absentmindedly. When you two finally begin to come back to reality he loves his head up to look at you and you both begin to just chuckle.

“Well Munson consider my world rocked”

He leaned up and took you into another giggly kiss.

Moments later he pulls out of you and wraps up the condom discarding it with other trash from the evening. And putting his clothes back on and you do the same except you can’t find your underwear. Not until you see it hanging out of Eddie’s back pocket and you decide to let him keep it.

You get back into the back of the van and lay down in his arms to continue watching the lake for a while. Neither one cares when you drift off into the night.

***

Waking up the next day to the sun shining right in your eyes and the smell of water and forest snaps you up immediately. Startling Eddie awake as well. Upon taking in your surroundings and remembering the events of last night you relax a little into Eddie’s touch.

“So uh…i didn’t ask last night and I probably should have but does this mean you’ll go out on another date with me? Like officially?”

You thump him lightly on the forehead with your thumb.

“Yes dummy I’ll go out with you”

“Does that mean I can take my girl out to a diner and get her some breakfast before she goes home?”

He does. He takes you to his favorite diner in town and you both order breakfast opting to share the pancakes but get individual hash browns. The entire morning you both shared giddy flirtatious looks and could hardly keep your hands off of each other. Not in sexual ways but just being close and keeping your hands on one another. Whether it’s holding hands or hugging or just being close enough to brush against one another. You both craved contact.

When the time arrived for him to drop you off at home you found yourself immensely disappointed to be leaving him. As you stepped out of the van Eddie did the same and made his way around the van. He closed the passenger door behind you and pushed you up against the van kissing you.

It ended up turning into a bit of a make-out session before you pulled away.

“So you wanna do this again this Friday?” Eddie said as he continued pecking your lips between words.

“Mmmmmmm I dunno I’ll have to think about it”

You giggled against his lips as you went in for another kiss.

“I expect my carriage to arrive at the same time then?”

You parted ways and walked inside watching his van drive away from your window. That’s when you hear the phone ringing upstairs and you run to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Y/n?!?!?! Where the hell were you today?!? You never answered your phone last night or this morning and you didn’t show up for school?”

“Oh. Hey Nance….yeah Eddie and I got a bit caught up with our date so we kind of just played hooky today I guess”

“Wait….you spent the night with Eddie Munson?!?! Y/n oh my god you have to tell me everything. I’ll be there within the hour”

Before you got the chance to say anything she’d already hung up. So you left the front door unlocked and went to change into some pajamas as you waited for Nancy.

You heard the door open and peaked down the stairs to see Nancy, Steve, Jonathan and Robin.

“Nancy? I knew you were coming but I didn’t know you were bringing the whole circus”

“Sorry they were already at my house when I called you so they kind of heard everything anyways”

You sighed and gathered with them in the living room and ordered pizza as you all hung out.

“Wait so you’re telling me that you’re the reason Andy, Jason, and Chance are on the bench this week?”

You nodded your head shyly at Steve who still looked starstruck at the entire story. Turning your attention to Robin who was about to ask a million questions.

“So you and Eddie you guys??? You know?? Hooked up!? Are you guys official now? Are you going out again? Where’d you guys go after you beat up the guys”

You tried to answer everyone’s questions as best as you could but they all wanted to know every detail and it was all a little much. Until Jonathan finally began to roll a joint and you pretty much snatched it out of his hand once he was done. You loved your friends but sometimes boundaries weren’t in their vocabulary.

“For the last time Steve I’m not going to tell you how big Munson is.”

“Oh come on I don’t want the exact size I just wanna know if Munson is…”

“Bigger than you?”

Steve didn’t respond but instead just took a bite out of the slice of pizza he was holding. Which he nearly choked on when the knock at the door scared the shit out of him.

Jumping up to answer it as an excuse to escape your friends when you’re greeted at the door by none other than Eddie himself.

“Hey sweetheart….”

“Eddie? What are you doing here?”

“Is it stupid if I say I couldn’t stop thinking about you”

You look down at the ground and can feel your face heat up.

“I don’t think that’s stupid at all… uh I’ve got some company right now but come on in you’re more than welcome to join us”

You grab Eddie’s wrist and drag him towards the living room.

“Steve, look who’s here!!! You can ask him that question you were asking me earlier”

And for the second time tonight Steve begins to choke on his pizza as the rest of the group erupts in laughter.

“Damn baby you didn’t tell me you were having a party”

He wrapped his hand around your waist and pulled you into his side as you walked towards the couch. Eddie looked at Jonathan Byers and gave him a nod that Jonathan returned as he sat next to him on the couch.

“So Byers is that better than your purple palm tree delight?”

“Sorry man I don’t think anything can beat that for me”

You could feel Nancy staring at you and Eddie and you could tell she wanted to say something.

“Soooo Eddie… you’re going to treat y/n well?”

“Nance.” You said in a stern voice as a warning.

Eddie shifted and leaned toward Nancy.

“Well Wheeler I intend to treat her like the princess she is. She deserves nothing less than the best”

You smiled and hugged into his side as he leaned back against the couch and he placed a gentle kiss atop your head.

Steve attempted to change the subject.

“I still can’t believe you two are responsible for beating up the basketball team”

“Two? No man, it was all her. You should have seen her swinging that crowbar man. It was amazing.”

All in sync the rest of the group turned to you and yelled

“CROWBAR?!?!?!”

You covered your face with your hands in an attempt to hide from your friends. All of them impressed, stunned, and a little more scared of you. Robin hopped up on the arm of the couch next to you and made you remove your hands from your face.

“As badass as you are now with all your beating people in bar parking lots with crowbars street cred I still better see you at school tomorrow”

“Ughhhhh do I have to?”

You said with a pout and Robin booped your nose and nodded her head yes.

As the group hung out and got high and had laughs you found yourself staring at Eddie more and more. You hadn’t thought it was possible to fall in love with someone like this. You thought that was usually for movies and shit but here you were. In a room full of your best friends and your eyes were glued to him.

After the majority of the group left to go home and rest before school tomorrow you and Eddie were left alone in your living room. As he came to sit back down after changing out the movie you were watching he caught your eyes on him.

“Take a picture, it'll last longer” he said with a wink as he jumped into the seat next to you.

“I might just take you up on that”

Eddie didn’t want to leave your house that night so he didn’t. He made sure to set an alarm and have you both up for school which he drove you to. And that night you spent the night at his trailer. Each night passed, having you both going back and forth between houses when you could. You couldn’t imagine being without him and you didn’t want to.

***

It was a normal day in class just like any other when you’re staring at the assignment in-front of you and your eyes suddenly begin to lose focus. You couldn’t pay attention to anything except for the skull splitting headache ringing through your head. Finally when you opened your eyes and refocused you saw the red drops of blood on your assignment. Reaching a slow hand up to your nose as you wipe the blood away. There’s a tap on your arm from Robin who leans over and whispers to you.

“Hey y/n. Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah I’m all good”

Despite feeling fine now and saying you were fine there was something off you couldn’t quite place. Only goosebumps on the back of your neck that didn’t leave until the end of class. You went to lunch as normal and Eddie wasn’t in his usual spot. He’d said earlier he’d be late because he had a deal to make at lunch so he was probably out in the forest with a customer.

Sitting down at the table you heard the boys discussing the next hellfire meeting tonight and you were excited but couldn’t shake this weird feeling you were getting.

Lost in thought until Eddie’s hands on your shoulders scared you so bad that you jumped out of your seat.

“Woah woah sorry baby. You okay? What’s got you so jumpy?”

“Oh uh nothing I’m okay. Sorry, how'd your deal go?”

“Pretty weird actually. They wanted something a bit stronger so I’m gonna bring them back to the trailer with us after hellfire if that’s alright with you baby?”

“Oh yeah that’s fine”

Eddie bringing customers to the trailer when you were there wasn’t new. He always made sure you felt safe so you trusted him on this. But no matter what you did you couldn’t shake the weird feeling that was crawling its way up your spine.

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