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velchronica · 3 months

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blue lock boys’ perfect matches ( part i ) ♬~*.°₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ bllk

charas: isagi, bachira, chigiri, kunigami, reo (seperate, aged up/pro, fem!reader)

୨୧ * my personal hcs on who the bllk boys would fall in love with, how they’d meet and some scenarios unique to their relationships * just for fun -> nothing serious ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ * (part one/???)

isagi yoichi! ˖♡ ࣪‧♫ ₊˚໒꒱⋆✩

୨୧ * i feel like isagi would probably be the type who falls in love with the sports journalist interviewing him 😭 he’s such a football nerd & he’d defo suit someone who understands his passion, esp on a technical level. he defo rambles and borderline mansplains his tactics and plays to a sports journalist!s/o, but i also think he’s good at finding a decent work-life balance, so sports isn’t everything in your relationship.

୨୧ * isagi’s ability to separate his professional life aka his football ego/persona from his sweet irl personality would make him a green flag bf, bc he defo puts in as much effort into his relationship as he does football. he loves football, but he also loves his s/o just as much, if not slightly more, so while football is a prominent part in both your lives, it isn’t necessarily the defining factor in your relationship.

୨୧ * i also think isagi would date someone driven towards their own career, even if it’s not journalism. he defo would LOVE you in sporty clothing or leggings that show off ur thighs cos he has a canonical thing for those lmao. oh AND he’s the type who’s quite good with kids but has a level of awkwardness with them still, so watching his s/o struggle to interact with them would set him up for a laugh (w/ no ill intent, ofc). but if you’re really good with kids, no problem, because he’ll just watch you with sparkling eyes full of awe, heart swelling with unbridled affection.

୨୧ * he would defo be the perfect bf if you’re a picky eater cos he’ll find ways to work with your preferences but also encourage you to try new foods. the gentlemen who whisks you out everywhere to try new cuisine at nice restaurants and sneakily pays mid-meal during a ‘bathroom break’ so that when you attempt to pull your card out afterwards, he can simply smile and shake his head. goddamnit isagi. his argument is that growing up average and then getting propelled into wealth and fame means that he jumps at every opportunity to spoil you and show you off. you’re beautiful inside and out and he won’t treat you like anything less than a goddess.

bachira meguru! ˖♡ ࣪‧♫ ₊˚໒꒱⋆✩

୨୧ * bachira’s ideal s/o is either someone who loves retro 70s clothing, an indie band kid, or both combined. i feel like bachira’s goofy ass would go well with someone sweet, but not quite as hyperactive as himself. his ideal s/o is definitely either a bookworm or a guitarist, with no in between. he’s defo such a gremlin with you, either interrupting your peaceful reading sessions by being clingy and demanding cuddles, or asking you to play his favourite songs instead of the things you’re meant to be practicing.

୨୧ * bachira would go to every single one of guitarist!s/o’s gigs. he loves you so much, after all! you can hear his holler of your name over the crowds cheers as the speakers blare and your strings come to life. he’s not a memorisation-strong kind of guy, but he definitely knows all the lyrics to your favourite songs, and the lyrics to your originals, too. he has two versions of each one of your albums, one for the cd and one to add to the house-of-cd-cases-turned-shrine he has assembled somewhere in your apartment.

୨୧ * whereas with bookworm!s/o, bachira got his mom to teach him how to paint so that he could do those viral page-edge paintings. on your birthday, he gifts you hardback copies of your favourite books with intricate fore-edge paintings to match. if your favourite book has a movie or tv show adaption that you love, he definitely painted your favourite scene. although he’s not an avid reader, bachira will listen to your attempts to summarise a recently-read novel, even if he’s not quite following by halfway through.

୨୧ * he also only sporadically posts on his socials, but when he does, it’s usually random shitposts or spam posts of the two of you together. maybe at a gig or at a bookstore, but they’re all ‘artistically’ blurry. still, both of your smiles are clearly visible despite the lack of phone camera focus.

chigiri hyoma! ˖♡ ࣪‧♫ ₊˚໒꒱⋆✩

୨୧ * if you tell me this man wouldn’t date a a fashion magazine editor!s/o, you’re lying. he’s such a princess, and i can just imagine him as being a passionate fashionista as well, so i think he’d suit someone with a similar love for and knowledge of style. bring this man to fashion week please. actually, he probably met you there. he defo also impulse buys designer, whether it’s bags, clothes or just a pair of shades. he’s a diva like that /hj

୨୧ * shopping is a battle to the death between the two of you on which store to go in next. there’s not enough hours in the working day to account for your retail therapy sessions, given how long the two of you spend browsing the aisles together. at some point you panic, wondering where you’ve misplaced $500 of clothes, until your boyfriend rolls his eyes and shakes the bags he’s holding. you don’t even remember giving him the bags.

୨୧ * the two of you definitely rate and critique met gala outfits together. contrary to what most may believe, it is a NEED, not a want. when someone comes wandering onto the red carpet dressed in this year’s fashion monstrosity, just know that the two of you will be referencing it for days if not weeks, because really, how could anyone have the guts to go out wearing that?

୨୧ * just hope that you’re good with hair, because this fussy princess isn’t going to let you within ten feet of his if you have a brush in hand and you aren’t. his hair is his prized possession for all that he does the bare minimum to look as dazzling as he does, and chigiri would rather not ruin it. but if you’re good at elaborate and pretty hairdos, just know that his winding down comfort time is letting you try out new styles, strands of pink dancing over one another as they’re weaved into place by your fingers.

kunigami rensuke! ˖♡ ࣪‧♫ ₊˚໒꒱⋆✩

୨୧ * kunigami’s so highschool sweethearts-coded. maybe you started dating before blue lock and persevered through his change in persona, knowing full well that his kind and hardworking self was still present under the gruff, cold exterior. maybe he pined after you hopelessly for years until stumbling upon you years later. either way, he’s been madly in love with you since your high school days, and don’t think he’ll ever stop.

୨୧ * but like oh my god, this man would SO date a kindergarten (or elementary school) teacher!s/o. someone who is doting and good with kids, but is also hardworking and knows how to reward people efforts or work on their lack thereof. maybe it’s his superhero agenda but i think early years teachers are heroes in themselves, teaching young children valuable life lessons and basic skills and subjects, and therefore i think kunigami would really suit a teacher!s/o.

୨୧ * bring this man to meet your students and give them an assembly on how taking care of themselves plus hard work are the keys to fulfilling their dreams. the way these kids would be screaming because their sweet, humble teacher is dating football phenomenon kunigami rensuke, and he’s here to tell them that alcohol and nicotine addictions aren’t healthy. plus, eat your greens, kids. you’ll become a superhero in no time.

୨୧ * kunigami is either hopeless at cooking, five star michelin-worthy malewife chef material, or, the most boring option, the most mid chef of all time. ‘mid’ as in, he can put together a decent meal but nothing mindblowing, only occasionally tries to cook something new. i like to think that as the middle child, his older sister is a lost cause when it came to cooking, and his younger sister is quite the closet gourmet, so he knows how to cook pretty damn well. just know that after a long day, if he’s home earlier than you, you can expect an array of delectable dishes and the most delicious feast you can imagine waiting for you.

mikage reo! ˖♡ ࣪‧♫ ₊˚໒꒱⋆✩

୨୧ * i feel like reo would date someone who is far from having grown up well-off, maybe someone who grew up with difficult domestic circumstances, someone who’s fought tooth and nail to reach where they are today. for this reason, i feel like he’d date a corporate ceo!s/o. he admires how you’re both self-assured and self-made, and how your success bloomed from your own efforts and skill. to reo, who’s grown up with privilege and wealth without ever really having to try before he found football, he can’t help but find your work ethic and resilience attractive. they say confidence is attractive, after all.

୨୧ * he loves to spoil you, but he definitely doesn’t buy your love. while a good portion of his gifts to you do involve a waving of his black card, and are often designer, he also likes the authenticity of doing something for you. after all, with all the money in the world, he worries material goods may seem like half-assed presents that can’t even convey half of his feelings towards you. especially a ceo!s/o, because he’d hate for you to feel belittled by his love just because he was born into money. that won’t do at all! so now reo invests a lot of his spare time learning to do things himself, so that he can then do those things for you.

୨୧ * one of those things was pottery. prior to the two of you moving in together, he had been taking classes on ceramics and pottery so that he could surprise you with his hand-crafted and painted dining set. plates, mugs, bowls—each of them were painted with motifs relevant to places you’d been together. from the tropical beaches of bali, to the mountain views of peru and even the most famous italian vineyards—every plate was painted to bear some resemblance to the backgrounds of photos you’d taken at these locations. after all, reo is quite the globetrotter, because he loves going on adventures with you.

୨୧ * but sometimes the best days are days when you can laze about together. listen, reo’s always been the type of guy to never have a moment of rest. he always had so many things to do, because he was so good at everything that people usually required more of him. not that it was impossible for him, but it did mean a lot of his life was always scheduled out, busy and hectic. that’s why reo relishes in the moments where can relax in your arms, away from prying eyes, the paparazzi, the outside world—he loves how you can make a day full of nothing everything to him.

#bllk x reader #blue lock #bllk #bllk imagines #blue lock x reader #bluelock #bluelock x reader #isagi x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #reo x reader #mikage reo x reader #kunigami x reader #kunigami rensuke x reader #chigiri hyoma x reader #chigiri x reader #bachira x reader #bachira meguru x reader #୨୧ drabble

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foliosriot · 6 months

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Noah As Your Boyfriend

NSFW headcanons under the cut — 18+ only MDNI or i’ll block you

SFW

he is so down bad for you it’s not even funny

but he isn’t always super obvious about it

(he’s gotta keep his “cultish” persona in check one way or another, right?)

seeing you in his hoodies is more attractive to him than anything else

just seeing in his clothes is so fucking hot to him

he isn’t a huge fan of pda but will always make sure he has a hand on you one way or another

whether that’s holding your hand, a hand on your lower back, thigh, etc

it keeps him calm

a teddy bear and is very cuddly

bc of his blatant perfectionism, he is very keen to the finer things and minute details

even if it seems insignificant to you, that doesn’t mean it is to him

he has everything memorized, from your favorite snacks and movies and songs and books, and he knows your go-to orders from various different restaurants

he wants to know you more than anything

he’s such a good listener!!!!! he could listen to you talk about whatever is on your mind for hours

again- he wants to know you, plus he loves your voice so much

runs samples and lyrics by you to get your thoughts, bc your opinion matters to him more than almost anyone else’s

while on tour he constantly texts you and checks in on how you’re doing

you’re his rock and he would destroy himself if it meant you would be happy and content

such a good kisser and overall lover (do not fucking @ me i feel it in my bones)

NSFW

this boy loves soft, slow sex more than anything

he loves being so close to you and feeling your body pressed up against his

when it’s one of those days, he loves having you in missionary or riding upright

that way, he wraps his arms around you nice and tight and moves your bodies in unison and you end up just losing yourselves in each other

the extensive skin on skin contact calms him down, especially if he’s getting pre-tour jitters

he is so gentle with you and so loving

he is the faithful acolyte and you are the alter at which he worships on his knees

(i love soft noah with a burning fiery passion but let’s get to the hot motherfucker now hehe)

he will rail you til his heart’s content

will also drive you in to the mattress (he can and sure as hell will)

he fucking loves edging you it’s not even funny

we’ve all seen the control he has over crowds, but when it’s just you? you’re fully convinced he could get you to do remotely anything

definitely loves praising you and shit but loves degrading you almost just as much

and we all know it, we’ve all seen it so this honestly is no surprise:

he loves eating you out

he would die happy if he were suffocated between your thighs

#bad omens #noah sebastian #noah sebastian fic #bad omens headcanons #noah sebastian smut #alex! ❪ 𖤐 ❫#alex’s writing! ❪ 𖤐 ❫

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cowgirlcherrie · 10 months

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college! abby headcanons

⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙

warnings: 18+ MDNI, contains both fluff and a smidge of smut, strap, touching, petnames, cursing, weed, Ellie n Abby are friends in this, suggestive in some parts

a/n: no bc I actually drooool at the thought of college abby, so here are some head-canons I have for her, feel free to request in my ask box for ellie or abby, maybe even both, my asks box is always open so don’t shy away from sending what you want to see, but other than that, reader is CANONLY black in this, so some of the points kind of cater to a black! reader specifically (like descriptions etc) but I hope you enjoy this, much love always

༓ Oh my gosh don't get me started, college Abby is literally different

༓ Actually is succeeding academically, she is crazy smart and her GPA is high

༓ a lot of it stems from the fact that she hates letting new people into her circle, so she has grown a comfortable balance in her campus social life

༓ Always has her headphones in, that's her silent way of saying don't talk to me

༓ So many people have a crush on her but she literally does not careee

༓ The first time she met you though, she was willing to bend her no new friends rule, but you weren't exactly new

༓ Abby didn't realize how little she paid attention until a particular afternoon, when you walked up to the lunch table, that sat herself, Ellie (her roommate), and Ellie's girlfriend Dina who happened to be yours.

༓ Your appearance is what struck her, lips parting at the sight of you, practically drooling at the table. Ellie could only smirk from Abby's left watching the girl's brain combust at the sight of you. Your hair was braided, with your edges swooped softly, glossed lips, and stacked bracelets on your wrist. The colors of your outfit complimented your skin really well making making Abby suddenly feel hot.

༓ Your voice too! oh, Abby was heated, it was soft like butter and silk, the way you annunciated your words with a faint accent to them.

༓Abby watched the way your hips moved as you walked away from the table, you cutely waving at everyone including herself.

༓ "Who was that" Abby rushes, snatching the headphones off of her ears and pulling out the Instagram app on her phone to quickly type your name in with ease.

༓ "Really Abby it's been 4 months, that's my roommate y/n, and before you ask, yes! they’re gay"

༓ Oh Abby is and was obsessed with you, she always wanted you to be around and would even ask if you would join them when the group was hanging out

༓ "Oh my god, just fuck already" Ellie moaned in annoyance rubbing her temples, "Both of you are pissing me off"

༓ Anonymous tip masc2masc, Ellie basically told Abby that you were just as heated about her as she was for you, and that was like music to her ears.

༓ Abby works out all the time, no doubt

༓ the type to use the pull-up bar, with one hand, while reading with the other

༓ Abby is an R&B enjoyer, smooth jams, 90s classics

༓ totally listens to Brent Faiyaz, not because she's toxic or anything she just likes his music

༓ You were a bit thrown when she turned on Aaliyah and Ginuwine and she actually knew the lyrics word for word

༓ Abby does end up joining a sports team, either lacrosse or soccer, maybe even both when she feels ambitious

༓ Abby comes to Dina's dorm looking for Ellie only to be met by a tired you opening the door, in both a bonnet and your pajamas. Even when you weren't wearing any makeup you looked beautiful to her, she was infatuated.

"Ellie here?" Abby cleared her throat scratching at the back of her neck, her hair was free from its usual braid, flowing down her back in uniform as she wore a black hoodie that clung to her body just right, and black basketball shorts to match.

"Abby you speak?" you questioned, having to pinch yourself a few times to see if it was a dream.

"b'quiet pretty, answer the question"

༓ Abby must have been lucky that night, because not only were the two sleeping but that now left you and herself alone at the ripe hour of 10:30pm

༓ That night resulted in you tangled in Abby's sheets while her name left your mouth. Abby got a rise out of hearing you scream it, not caring about the curfew that the dorms had in place that might even result in her getting a noise complaint from the RA's.

༓ "you━ look so...pretty under me"Abby grunted out sparsely between each stroke that she gave you with her strap, her face was by your ear to whisper every little thought she's had about you inside, "mmm━ fuck... d-do you know how long I waited for this sweetheart"

༓ definitely doesn't one night stand you, y'all start exclusively seeing each other after that night and Abby doesn't hear the end of it from Ellie

༓ Abby, like Ellie, is so touchy with you that it serves as a way for her to tell you that she's right there with you without verbally saying it.

༓ Definitely keeps one hand on your thigh

༓ When you see her after doing well on a quiz or exam she always tells you that she "has a treat for you" which is really just an endless night of her fucking you.

༓ Believe it or not, Abby actually does go to the library, considering that recently the dorm has gotten loud (by loud, weed loud...Ellie) she does all her work in the library to avoid succumbing to cyphing with Ellie, which she can't because she gets drug-tested for sports.

༓ Only late to class if she doesn't like the professor

༓ Dina is letting her in all the time while you're sleeping and she just sits next to your sleeping body, rubbing her ring-coated fingers across your cheeks as she browsed the internet

༓ captain and leader of the 'u up?' text club

༓ considering that Abby braids her own hair, she is determined to learn how to braid yours as well so she can help you with your protective styles

༓ literally such a good girlfriend and academic god in one, Ellie and Dina were surprised it took the two of you 4 months to actually meet .

#abby anderson #abby x fem!reader #tlou part 2 #tlou2 fluff #tlou2 #abby fluff #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x black!reader #black! fem! reader #black!y/n #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fluff #abby x y/n #abby x reader #modern au #college! abby #modern! abby #sapphic

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corvennite · 5 months

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—⛥ ROCKSTAR ABBY'🎸

headcanons w/fem! reader

I'm writing a fic about it so stay tuned, these are just some ideas that popped up in my head.

cw: nsfw (smut), kinda enemies to ??, voyeur, fingering, female masturbation, phone sex, nude pics, possessive behavior (kinda toxic Abby lol), lesbian sex, p in v (strap on), degrading, edging, overstimulation, lots of teasing, rope bunny, gagging, senses depravation, ghosting. Let me know if I forgot something.

All right so for context, you and Abby do not get along very well since you both know each other, she always had been very stubborn and proud always thinking she's better than anyone (bc she is 🤭) and it got in her head mostly after she started her band. Your friends had always been supportive towards her since you were the only one with problems, they didn't mind much, always dealing and putting up with your attitude when she was mentioned or asked to go out with the group (which was a bit frequtently). Even if you both despised each other, more you than her, there was this oddly weird sexual tension between you two every time a word was exchanged. That's how I think she would be if somehow you managed to get closer to her.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

(sfw)

⛧ I think she would be an extreme tease, always making jokes and playing around with you;

⛧ she'd put into effort to know your tastes, what you enjoy, favorite music (so she could learn and play), shows, moves, books, etc;

⛧ even if she jokes a lot with you and sometimes she can be a lil mean, she's the only one who can do it;

⛧ she would be a bit of an asshole with the people you go out/hook up with, since she's a bit jealous but would die first than admit it;

⛧ Abby would be overprotective towards you, any guy with a wrong mind and action be sure she would beat them to death without your knowledge;

⛧ she's a good listener, even if it doesn't look like she hears all your bullshit and puts up with it;

⛧ I think she would try to teach you a thing or two around the guitar, however, she would mock you a lot during it;

⛧ would always have you backstage or nearby during the shows;

⛧ asks your opinion (indirectly) on the songs and medleys;

⛧ probably made some demo music thinking about you;

⛧ would never say it but, she gets less nervous when you're around while she's on stage, when she can see you;

⛧ would treat you like a fan despite hour 'hate' towards her, is just her way to provoke you;

⛧ gives you one of the official band merchan before even start to sell it;

⛧ doesn't let any other band member be too close to you, they're her friends but she wants you all to herself;

⛧ she would be very troubled if you got lost around the shows so she always leave her guards keeping an eye on you;

⛧ she probably let you sign one of her guitars on a playful conversation you both had, she never took it off though;

⛧ gave you a necklace with one of her favorite guitar pick.

(nsfw)

⛧ okay so, she would be always dominant at least at the beginning, never submitting for you, sometimes she would get a bit weak if you topped;

⛧ this woman is a guitarrist so she's very skilled with her fingers;

⛧ she would edge you for hours after a show, or even before, inside the dressing room or in the van while heading back;

⛧ her hands would be always over you, gripping around your waist, hips, thighs, ass and even teasing around nearby your clothed core;

⛧ her favorite thing to do is to go down on you while you're reading some lyrics you helped her out with, or, some she made to you (the dirtiest shit she wrote) without your knowledge;

⛧ Abby would definitely finger fuck you while she's recording a song, making some of your moans be the background of it;

⛧ she has a shameless polaroid of you only in her jacket and laced panties, her fingers around the sides pulling a bit down revealing your hip bone, she keeps on her wallet;

⛧ she makes you ride her thigh as she write new lyrics or talks to her manager thru the phone;

⛧ boot humping while she plays the guitar;

⛧ she has those collars around your neck with spikes and a metal circle to hold onto, she enjoys pulling it randomly;

⛧ Abby is a bit too shameless sometimes, if there's another person around the studio she doesn't mind, she touches your pussy until you're begging for her to stop and even so, she'll mock you and ask why you're whining out of no where;

⛧ whenever she's away on tour, she makes you take pics of your body and send to her, most of them with her jacket on or t-shirt;

⛧ she enjoys phone sex a lot, putting you on line making you touch yourself while she's needy for you or even turn into a video call where she can watch you play with your pussy;

⛧ when she gets jealous she gets real jealous, fuckin' you so hard with her 8 inch strap you can see stars, she doesn't care much if you're crying or if it's hurting, she'll take you bent over her desk;

⛧ Abby enjoys gagging you with your own panties, sometimes underwear she buys for you and rips it off afterwards;

⛧ makes you gag and almost pass out on her strap she proudly calls it her own cock;

⛧ despite enjoying the strap, she much more prefer to use her mouth and fingers, the tongue piercing making you see stars when it rubs against your clit;

⛧ she goes totally off fuckin you for the first time, the tension was too much and you were just so pretty with those tight clothes she couldn't resist, even if she hated you so much;

⛧ Abby wouldn't speak with you after your first time, leading into a fight you picked up being stubborn and then, you being all spread out with your eyes covered and her fingers edging you for hours;

⛧ she likes to tie you up, how pretty you look with red ropes around your wrists, thighs, ankles, chest, everywhere she can put them, she just loves it. maybe it will even be a cover of one of her new albums;

⛧ you're not the only girl in her life, a rockstar like herself has a couple share of groupies and even if she's over possessive with you, the same behavior coming from someone she could only toy with makes her kind mad;

⛧ she loves watching you touching yourself, she always makes you do it but then slaps your hand off when she sees you're ready to cum, the way you back arch and toes curl, how you look so beautiful trying to reach spots only she can get, she gets so damn turned on;

⛧ while fuckin, she will call you the most degrading names, it's not a lie, after all you are her little slut and shameless harlot, the doll she enjoys to break and the bitch who swore she hates her sooo damn much.

#abby x fem!reader #abby tlou #abby smut #abby x reader #abby anderson #abby the last of us #abby headcanons #the last of us #tlou smut #tlou2 #tlou #x reader #headcanon #smut

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hydrngea · 1 year

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before the party

request : omg I was looking through your blog and I saw you listen to Rauw Alejandro, who is one of my current obsessions! Can I request an imagine with Rafe where the reader is listening to Rauw while getting ready for a party and he just loves watching her sing along and dance to the songs without having any idea what they mean?

a/n : i’m so glad i got this request bc i’ve been so into rauw lately!!! hope you guys enjoy this kinda smutty fic 🫣 this is a repost bc for tumblr was being annoying w it!

notes / summary : rafe didn’t realize your spanish playlist had such horny lyrics. reader is spanish speaking, but i left race/ethnicity to interpretation! pls be 18+ when reading!!

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rafe remembers absolutely nothing from high school spanish.

well, with seniora baldwin as a teacher for four years in a row, there’s no way he remember more than two percent of what he learned.

kinda ironic that his girlfriend is fluent in the language.

there’s no reason for him to be annoyed that you speak spanish. your knowledge comes with a bunch of perks.- acting as a free translator during deals down in florida and mexico. makes navigating vacations much easier too.

there’s one thing though; he can’t understand for the life of him what you’re saying when you start speaking it. or in this case, when you’re singing it.

your voice echos from the bathroom into your shared bedroom while you sing along to your playlist which is mostly consisted of some latin party music. b

rafe walks into the restroom to grab some hair gel when he finds shaking your hips and dancing along as you draw on your eyeliner in the mirror.

he lets out a chuckle, panning his eyes over your figure. “what’s he saying about the party?”

your reflection tenses at his question, and a flush begins to pool over the face of your skin.

“he’s saying…things.” you drag your response while you clean up your eyeliner.

“sure.” rafe rolls his eyes before exiting into the bedroom, pulling out his phone from his pocket.

he sits down onto the bench in front of your bed and searches up “party” by rauw translation. he clicks the first link and starts reading the translated lyrics line by line.

he has to hold in the laugh that grows in his throat while he takes in the absolutely vile lyrics.

“i’ll smack that ass” he repeats outloud, and the music from the speaker immediately pauses as you push your head out the doorway with a confused look on you face.

“what?”

rafe almsot chokes at the next lyric, eye widening and brows lifting. he gets up and walks towards you while reading it out, “that booty is for me to use.”

you relax once it clicks in your mind that he’s reading off something, letting out an annoyed sigh before stepping back in front of the mirror.

you notice rafes hand approaching the backside of your skirt from the reflection of the mirror and you swat at it before he can touch it.

“uh uh! vamos a llegar tarde a la fiesta por tu culpa!”

rafe blinks at you in confusion. you turn around, facing him “it’s your fault we’ll be late to the party.” you reiterate so he can understand.

“i didn’t realize this rauw guy sung such horny songs, baby.”

you roll your eyes, unpausing the music on your phone and resuming with patting on your blush. “well, if you’d learned spanish by now you would’ve known.”

rafe gets closer behind you, putting a hand on your hip and forcing you to turn around and face face him. your back leans against the edge of the vanity and you set down your compact onto the counter.

“you’re going to ruin my clothes!” you squirm as his hands begin to run over your bare thighs, trailing up under your skirt.

he leans forward to bring his lips to your neck, pressing kisses down to your collarbone “i don’t care.”

“rafe,” you shudder when his lips reach the top of your breast, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

he shushes you, his breath grazing over your skin while he starts pulling down your bottoms.

you lean your head back which allows him greater exposure to your skin, giving into his actions.

“we need to make this-“ a gasp cuts off your words, two fingers slipping up your entrance and hitting deep against your walls. you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and use them to keep you steady while he plunges them in and out and a deteriorating pattern, slowly cracking down on the tension in your body.

“you like that, y/n/n?” he questions as he quickens his pace, thumb grazing over your nub. rafe’s lips catch yours in a hard embrace, and he swallows the moan that falls from your throat. you tighten your grip on his biceps and arch against his fingers, enjoying the sensation of his slender digits pumping into your core.

a familiar burning feeling forms in your abdomen, and your begin to writhe on-top of the counter, bucking your hips up to meet the him as he curls his fingers inside you.

you let out another moan into his collarbone and he smirks, pulling his fingers out right before you cross the edge. “baby, please-“ you cry but he retreats from you, walking away while lapping at the wetness left on his fingers with concerning nonchalance.

rafe shrugs, walking out of the bathroom into where he came from. “we’re gonna be late to the party,”

he abandons you on the vanity with your skirt pooled on the tile floor, your chest heaving and wetness dripping down you leg into your calves.

you can’t help but let out a small laugh.

of course rafe would do this—he loves teasing and making sure that you know who you belong to, even though he knows he has no competition.

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IKEMEN REQUEST BC IT SAYS 5/5 AND I HOPE I'M LAST DFJGHFJDKSDFFJKDLS

Shakespeare "reusing" one of his sonnets to woo the reader with his extremely shitty guitar skills under the window (outside the door) and overall he's just yowling like a cat bc of the guitar 🎸 (also I say reusing bc we've read it in modern times, but for him it's new asf)

note: he is trying smth "modern" to woo the reader but also thinks a guitar is a cittern/cithren hence the yowling

SUMMARY: theo yells at you to wrangle your lover. said lover is trying his best to serenade you.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: YOU ARE THE LAST DW im writing two things today since i missed yesterday oopsie. i feel like will would be a really nice singer though :(( he has such a ncie voice :((( so yea i changed your request a little bit because i doubt hes the type to YOWL but yk theo is fed up with anyway!!

i used sonnet 116 for this because its so beautifully written excuse my geeking

“Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments.”

“Hey, Hondje. Tell him to shut up.” Theo huffs, a string of very creative Dutch swears leaving his lips after he slams the door shut behind him.

You can hear what Theo is talking about.

There’s a strange warbling noise that sounds like a musical instrument, along with a very familiar voice cooing unintelligible lyrics from out on the balcony. You open the door that Theo just left, stepping out into the cold night air. The singing becomes clearer, and a smile creeps on your face when you lean over the railing.

“Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove.”

It’s Will, a guitar in hand that he’s clearly struggling to play, his eyes trained on the space you occupy now. A smile blooms across his face as he sings, the notes too plucky to be anything but offensive, but it's him and he’s doing something for you, and so you listen.

“O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.”

It takes you a second to register the words he’s singing to you, but when you realize it's a sonnet giddy laugh tumbles from your lips. Will’s eyes gleam with joy at the sound, and he steps closer to the balcony. His neck is craned up so he can see you, yearning to be close and yet being a whole floor away.

While he may not be able to physically reach you, his words do.

“Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.”

The sonnet reminds you of Will’s love, of how it’s never changing, of how it’s held up even though everything the two of you have been through together. It reminds me of how devoted he is to you, his love, and how he’d do anything to ensure your happiness, even if he has to sacrifice himself.

It’s something he’s been working on. He’s well aware that it’s not just him who would die if the two of you were parted now.

“If this be error and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.”

The final notes ring into the night and you offer him a polite clap, the soft sound leaving the night around you two undisturbed.

“Sebastian told me that was an effective way to woo someone from your time period. I do hope you found it satisfactory.” Will confesses, awkwardly holding the guitar like he isn’t sure what to do with it.

This time you laugh loud, raising your head towards the stars as your heart flutters for this man.

“Come inside already!” you call out to him, giggles still seeping into your voice as you rush back inside to let him in.

You’re going to have to make sure Theo isn’t around, but you can deal with that when the time comes. Right now, you need to concern yourself with your silly, wonderfully talented lover.

#this is so ooc that im considering it a crack request HELP #soru <3 #auburn talks ikevamp <3 #auburn's fics <3 #ikevamp shakespeare #ikevamp shakespeare x reader #william shakespeare x reader #ikevamp #ikemen vampire

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mistyresolve · 1 year

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if it's not too much, I was wondering how task 141 + König would react to finding y/n jamming out to this 80s song called Erotic City. it's absolutely foul but such a good song

Word Count - 1.9k

Tags/Warnings - mostly just nonsense with some allusions to the dirty

A/N - yes yes yes, this was so much fun and thank you for allowing me the honour! and nothing is ever too much when it comes to these boys. Although I'm nervous about Gaz and Alejandro bc I've never written anything for them before and I feel like I can't do those two justice. I hope I'm listening to the right song by Prince and i hope this is what you were looking for 🤍

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The 141

Ghost

You were the camp's armour and you spent a lot of your time alone. So your radio was constantly on. You had very few channels but the 80s on 8 always had the best music.

Ghost could hear the music through the open door, but couldn’t make out the lyric yet. Although it sounded vaguely familiar to him. He was coming to drop off his firearms and get them serviced. He did most maintenance himself but would come to you every couple of weeks for a thorough cleaning.

More often than not he would walk in on you singing along, bobbing your head or tapping your foot along with the radio, but this time you were full-on dancing. The type of dancing people save for when at the nightclub and when drunk.

He would knock once but you wouldn’t be able to hear him. So he would stand and wait for you to notice him in the doorway. A smile tugged at one side of his mouth. Not out of mockery but because he was genuinely impressed with your rhythm.

He would shamelessly admire your hips and ass, remembering how they felt under his fingertips a couple of nights before. If he had known you could move like that he would have had you on top of his rather than beneath him. Next time.

When you finally turn around and make eye contact with him you jump back into the table behind you. Containers sloshing with oils, and metal brushes knocking off the side.

“Jesus!” you would rub at your side and the bruise that would soon form there, “Little creeper.”

You would use the little remote to turn down your radio after clearing your throat.

He would turn over his gear, and raise his hands in fake surrender, “I knocked,” he teases, jerking his chin towards you, “but you didn’t hear me.”

“Just give me your gun and get out of here,” you weren’t one to get embarrassed but he couldn’t have caught you at a worse time. And it was him of all people.

Soap

You were in the bathroom, getting ready to go out for dinner with your co-workers when this song came on. He knows the lyric and you can’t change my mind.

Soap was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for you to finish up in the bathroom and just when he started to question how long it was taking you, he heard the volume of the music increase. And judging by the type of song it was he already knew what he would expect when he poked his head into the bathroom.

He’d be horribly off-tune but completely on-beat and he would match your energy. He would let you be the lead because he knows he wouldn’t be able to decide whether he would want to feel you dancing on him or watch you dance to the song.

That is until you guide him back towards the mirror so you can resume getting ready while continuing on with the dancing. This way he can both see you in the reflection of the mirror and still have his hands all over you.

He loved being near you, loved being able to feel your body heat and smell your fresh-out-of-the-shower scent. The one that smelt like lavender soap.

He loved it when you played him like a violin to get what you wanted from him, and he didn’t care that you did it. He was aware the entire time and let you take advantage of him anyways.

He knew you didn’t want to go to the dinner, but he also knew you didn’t want to be the reason you guys never made it out the door. You were the instigator and he would be the initiator.

“I know what you're doing,” he sing-songed into your ear from behind, dragging his nose up the length of your neck, “and as much as I too would like to stay…we did skip the last dinner and it would be poor manners to skip another.”

“You’re no fun.”

“Oh lass, I’m fun,” he backed away, “all I said was that we couldn't skip. I never said we couldn’t be late.”

Price

The smell of bacon and eggs wafted from the kitchen, dragging Price from sleep and then the bed. He noticed your side of the bed was empty. The pillows that had been thrown off the bed last night were now neatly piled on the bed.

Next, he would follow the funky pumping music, the sun was already risen and lit up the hallways to the kitchen and living room. He watched as your shadow slid from one side of the counter to the other.

You were never up before him and you were far from a morning person. Yet he was watching you working away at the stove, wearing his white button-down from the date night before, and he decided it was a crime to cut the fun short.

You heard him come down the hallway and when he turned the corner you dragged your fingers up your body, catching the fabric and dragging it up with your fingers. Revealing nothing but promising everything.

He took a seat at the island, folding his arms across his chest and continued to watch. His soft eyes followed and cataloged every twist and bend of your bare legs. Lingering on the silhouette of your body through the shirt as the sunlight passes through it.

“You’re makin’ me breakfast? At seven am? What did I do to deserve this?” he tosses you a sleepy smile from behind the cup of coffee you just poured him. Black and as strong as you could make it. He preferred the bitterness.

“You took such great care of me last night, seems only fair I return the favour,” you poured yourself a cup of hot water for yourself, preparing it for a tea bag.

Confidence bloomed in his chest. That I did. He thought to himself.

“Carry on, Dancing Queen,” you did as he asked but not without a quick kiss.

Alejandro

You were picking him up on base and it was normal for you to pull up with loud music but the last thing he expected when he opened the passenger door was “Erotic City” by Prince to be absolutely blaring.

Each time he called you for a ride he told himself it was the last time. He debates the repercussion should he decide to walk the rest of the way to HQ rather than get in the car with you.

Your sunglasses hanging on the tip of your nose and your eyes peeked out from the top, and you would immediately point at him, an invitation to join in on the festivities.

He would immediately decline with a firm shake of his head. He knows the song but refuses to take part in the antics. He will be staring out the window until the song ends.

He gets even more annoyed when you roll down the windows, slow down the car by 5 and turn the music even louder. He isn’t sure if he wants to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all or if he wants to rip the stereo out of the dash.

He wasn’t moody or angry but he had a reputation to uphold and you revelled in making it just that much harder for him. He wasn’t going to give you the satisfaction of you knowing that you get under his skin.

He could still you out of the corner of his eye, watching as even though you were restrained by the seat belt you still grooved. He felt your fingers poke his shoulder, taunting him.

He didn’t even wait for you to fully put the car in park before he was hopping out, slamming the door behind him, “Get your ass out of here,” he jabbed an accusatory finger at you as he passed the front of the vehicle.

He could see the shit-eating grin from behind the windshield, and he couldn’t help the matching smile from spreading across his face. He shook his head and that finger switched to the middle one as he walked into a building.

Gaz

He would be coming back into the bar from getting some fresh air and when he walks in he is met with you pulling people onto the floor. The night was getting older and still no one had taken the leap so you took matters into your own hands.

This man wouldn’t skip a beat and would cheer you on. He would be cheering the loudest and would hype you up like no one else could. His energy would be infectious and the rest of the bar would follow suit.

He wouldn’t jump into the fray immediately, he would be content just sitting and watching while you work the bar. Elbowing the men around him and pointing to you, “That one’s mine,” he would announce proudly with a boyish grin.

All you would have to do is look for him (not even look at him, just the act of you looking for him would drive him crazy) and he would find his way onto the dance floor to join you.

His mom forced him to take a dance class in high school as an elective so this man can move. He would lead obviously, but he would keep to the genre of dancing you were doing before he joined. He would make sure you were comfortable and happy the entire time.

The two of you would stay on the dance floor for the next few songs. Till you are both sweaty and out of breath. Till your both giggle as you guys make your way to the bar for another drink.

+ Konig

At first, he would be completely content just watching you while leaning on the door frame. His arms crossed, biceps stretching the fabric of his shirt (he was doing this on purpose bc he knows you like it), and a wide toothy smile paired with the always there mischievous glint in his eyes.

You had come into the kitchen to clean and put stuff away but your soundtrack was coming out with banger after banger.

He always enjoyed watching you be carefree and encouraged it. In fact, he lived vicariously through your devil-may-care attitude. He wanted so badly to join you in these situations, but the fear of watchful eyes kept his feet firmly planted by the entrance.

He may understand English, but when it came to music he listened to the beat and melody more so than the contents. So when he caught a few choice words he tuned his ears in.

His eyes drop to your mouth and he begins to decipher the actual lyric. Reading your lips to aid him. His smile gives way into a confused frown, his eyes flicking to the speaker bumping the music into the room. His blue eyes would narrow, and his brows would knit together.

Next would be the rouge that creeps up from beneath his shirt to the tips of his ears.

Oh. Ohhh.

“Mein Gott, I have to go,” He would attempt to vacate the area as soon as possible. You’ve already taken note of his change and immediately grab at his arms. Wrapping your warm body around it and guiding him back into the room, sitting him down on one of the kitchen table chairs.

“Just enjoy the show,” you roam cheeky hands across and down his chest.

Maybe it was the fumes from the cleaning supplied or the music was influencing him but he obediently leaned back into the chair, spreading his legs to allow you more room.

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mouse-fantoms · 8 months

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It’s the way I haven’t listened to a Jatp song in a while (they haven’t played on my playlist in a bit) and I watched the performance clip for Edge of Great and I just started tearing up bc it just has that effect.

ITS SUCH A GOOD PERFORMANCE MY GOD and then like listening to the lyrics with the knowledge that Julie and Luke wrote this one together like it just makes you think of the lyrics in such a different way. The way that Julie goes into the performance wanting to avoid Luke bc “hey he’s a ghost turns out I may like him bc I daydreamed a whole ass choreography sequence with him nope cannot have a crush on him” but yet her outfit is literally purple and blue butterflies. And she’s jamming with Reggie this time instead of with both of them and Luke sees it and is so confused bc from his perspective nothing new happened between them so he’s probably just really confused why she’s avoiding him and then way Julie ignores his head nod for her to come over by him bc she’s like “NO I CAN’T I HAVE TO RESIST” and she leaves the boys to interact with the crowd more meanwhile Reggie goes over to Luke like “hey what’s happening over there 👀” like the way they will do that in performances like these little expressions with each other to acknowledge they see what’s happening while performing idk it just makes you believe so much that they’re legitimate characters reacting to their environment.

And then the way that as a final effort Luke sings to her with his guitar and that does indeed do the trick like “Julie pls just look at me” and then the way Nick is trying to look past people to see what’s happening bc see he’s plays guitar so he must see what Luke is doing and seeing how it’s wooing Julie and he’s like “huh 👀 what’s goin on with that 👀” bc at this point he must realize “…I think I had bad timing on my part to start being interested in Julie” and then Carrie’s outfit just looks great like it’s simple but I love how it goes with her hair and it matches her nails we love a coordinated queen.

AND THE PIANO MIC SHARE MOMENT IT NEVER GETS OLD ITS SO MAGICAL EVERY TIME I JUST-

#just me gushing about edge of great #or just me rambling #jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp netflix #jatp Julie #julie jatp #julie molina #jatp luke #luke jatp #luke patterson #jatp Alex #alex mercer #jatp reggie #reggie peters

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atticssmellgood · 10 months

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I have a request!

I've been feeling super super dysphoric lately and haven't been able to find a fic that just scratches my brain in the right way, and I was wonder if I could request a Spencer Reid x ftm reader where the reader is feeling super dysphoric bc they're pre transition, like no binder level and Spencer helps them feel better with like little words of affirmation shit u know, nothing like super specific you can have creative freedom just definitely words of affirmation

thank you so much!!

To Carry the Weight of a Dead Person with You

Spencer Reid x ftm trans!reader

Summary: Reader feels really dysphoric, Spencer helps

Contains: gender dysphoria, slight mention of misgendering/dead name, hurt/comfort, words of affirmation, slight mention of body parts that could make someone feel dysphoric

A/N: HEY!!! Okay so sorry this took forever to post but I’ve actually been wanting to write this concept for a while, so I’m really glad you requested it! I kinda based this off of my own experiences with gender dysphoria so I hope it still resonates. I hope this makes you feel better🫶🏻 also the title of this is a lyric from “Sweet Cis Teen” by dazey and the scouts

(ALSO LOOK AT HIM HES SO CUTE)

You stand, naked in front of the bathroom mirror, steam from your previous shower fogging up the edges and making the air feel heavy.

It was hard taking a shower when you couldn’t even look down at your own body, and sometimes you succeeded—albeit with a bit of effort. Today was, unfortunately, not one of those days.

Your reflection seemed to beckon you to take a glance when you walked by it and towards the door, it always did. Except today, you listened.

Who knows how long you’ve been standing there, staring at all the parts that just didn’t fit. Your chest that wasn’t flat, your hips that were too wide, your waist that had a curve. None of it felt familiar despite the fact that you’ve lived with this body your entire life.

This week had been especially hard to deal with, the dysphoria practically eating at your insides whenever you had a moment alone with your thoughts. It certainly didn’t help when almost everywhere you went, people just saw you as a woman with short hair and in turn you would get called ma’am by a barista or miss by a stranger trying to catch your attention. You hated it, and yet no matter how hard you tried to ignore them, the thoughts and the comments, you always gave in eventually.

Maybe that’s why you felt stuck, staring at a reflection that you never really recognized as your own. The thoughts began to swarm your mind once more, repeating the one word you hated more than anything.

Girl, girl, girl, girl, gi-

A sudden knock on the bathroom door ripped you away from your trance and a sweet voice spoke to you through the barrier.

“Y/n, you okay in there?” Spencer asked tentatively. He seemed to be a little worried.

You’re quick to respond as you finally turn away from the mirror and crack open the door a bit so your body is hidden behind it but your face is still visible. “Yeah, I’m alright.” You plaster on a smile, one that you hope convinces him of your statement. He looks a little skeptical at first but smiles back.

“Sorry, you were just taking a while and I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He leans in and gives you a small peck on the lips “I’ll leave you alone now.” He grins and turns to leave, walking back to the bedroom.

You close the door and lean your forehead against it with a sigh, closing your eyes, water droplets still dripping from your hair and onto your bare shoulders.

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Not too long after Spencer came to check on you, you emerged from the bathroom dressed in a baggy shirt and large sweatpants. Your moment in the bathroom still clung to the back of your mind as you stepped into the shared bedroom, the door creaking slightly.

You leaned up against the doorframe and smiled at the sight before you. Spencer was sitting against the headboard with his glasses on, reading through a novel rather quickly. He seemed so engrossed in the words on the page that he hadn’t even noticed you watching him, admiring how the dim light of the lamp on the bedside table highlighted his features perfectly. It warmed your heart to see him waiting for you to come to bed, despite how tired he probably was from his eventful day at work.

I padded over to my side of the bed and slowly laid down, not wanting to disturb him. My efforts were in vain however, because as soon as he felt the mattress dip under my weight, he was quick to close the book and turn to me.

“Feel better?” He asks quietly, staring at me with a sleepy smile.

I nod and give him a kiss on the cheek before laying down completely. He took that as a sign to say no more and turn off the lamp light, effectively shrouding the room in darkness. You felt his arm wrap around your waist and pull you closer to him so you were cuddling.

He looked at your face for a second and brushed a piece of your hair back gently. “Your new haircut looks amazing…” he complimented, messing with the now short strands and smiling. When you didn’t say anything back his gaze seemed a little worried.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” His voice was soft and his hand was placed gently on your cheek, his thumb rubbing across the apple of it.

“I’m fine sweetheart, really.” You tell him, although it was a lie. Your thoughts still ate at your mind as you lay there in his embrace. Usually they would’ve gone away by now but it seemed as though they were here to stay this time.

His slight frown indicated that he knew you were lying but he didn’t push you any further on the subject. If you wanted to tell him, you would.

Soon enough, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, his steady breathing signifying his slumber.

After watching him for a bit, you turned over so your back was facing him, his arm still wrapped around you. You try to close your eyes and let sleep pull you under but instead you were stuck staring at the wall, unable to quiet your mind.

As time ticked on and your eyes stayed open, you fell deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole of self-consciousness and dysphoria. You found yourself hearing those same words, over and over and over again, repeated like a mantra in your head.

Girl, her, (dead name), woman, ma’am

This time, you could feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes but you made an effort to keep them at bay so you didn’t wake Spencer. You didn’t want him to see you crying over something so stupid. But it wasn’t until you looked down that you couldn’t help but let out a small sob.

Spencer’s arm had tightened around you in his sleep, effectively pulling the baggy shirt you wore tighter around your body. It now showed the swell of your chest and the curve of your waist as you laid on your side.

The tears started rolling down your face, then. You clamped a hand over your mouth to muffle the sobs but you couldn’t stop the way your body was shaking. You felt Spencer move a little behind you, stirring from his sleep due to the sobs wracking your body.

“Y/n?” He mumbles groggily from behind. You quickly wipe your eyes in a poor attempt to hide your little breakdown and turn over to face him.

You sniff and attempt a small smile “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” You say, your voice cracking slightly and more tears escaping from your eyes.

Spencer quickly but gently pulls you closer to him and wipes your tears with his free hand. His expression is one of concern and softness.

“What happened?” He asks quietly, looking into your eyes with nothing but love.

“Nothing, nothing, I’m fine really…” more tears streak down your face as you continue to lie.

“No, it’s not,” he says as he moves your hair out of your face again “please talk to me, love. I want to help you.”

You finally let the useless facade fall as you bury your head in his shoulder and let it all out.

He strokes your hair softly as you cry on him, wetting his sleep shirt with your tears and shaking in his arms.

After a short while your tears begin to dry a little and you pull back to look at him. He doesn’t say anything but he keeps you close and waits for you to speak.

“I-…” I take in a shaky breath “Why don’t I fit, Spencer?” You ask quietly, your voice wavering.

“Why can’t I look in the mirror and not hate the way my chest isn’t flat or the way my face is too round?” You ask again. You can feel your eyes getting wet again when you speak. “Why couldn’t I have been a boy?”

He strokes your hair lightly and his eyes widen in understanding.

He pulls you to his chest and kisses your head.

“Sweetheart, listen to me,” he looks down at you with a gentle expression “You are a boy, no matter what body you’re in.” He smiles softly.

“It doesn’t matter if your chest isn’t flat or your face is too round, you’ll always be my handsome, dashing, loving boyfriend,” he kisses your forehead “and I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

You sniffle a little bit “It would be nice if I could at least pass though, I just hate it so much…” a few more tears escape your eyes

“I know, but you know what?” He lifts your chin up gently so you can look in his eyes “I’ll be here to help you through your transition, every step of the way.” He smiles and wipes your tears away once more.

“But I want you to know that you already pass perfectly fine in my eyes.” He chuckles and kisses your lips softly, stroking your cheek.

You feel a little better when he says those words, and you nuzzle your head into his neck, mumbling a small “thank you”

He kisses the top of your head again and you both stay there for a moment, soaking up the warmth and love that was filling your small bedroom as he peppers kisses all over you and plays with your hair.

Spencer is the one to break the silence with a small yawn and a whisper.

“You know, I really meant what I said about your hair,” he mumbles as he twirls a strand around his finger “it makes you look even more handsome than usual….” He smiles and you feel a grin coming to your face too.

“There it is…” he chuckles warmly as he pulls back to look at your face with soft eyes.

“I love you so much, you know that?” He whispers, snuggling to you close once again. You smile even wider as he says that.

“I love you more…”

You end up falling asleep like that, cuddled up in Spencer’s arms as he whispers sweet compliments to you, running his slender fingers through your hair.

You knew that you would still have these days, the ones that caused you to break down with just one look in the mirror, but you felt happy regardless.

Because you knew Spencer would be there to give you those small compliments that made you feel so much better in your own skin.

Every step of the way.

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meegadeeth · 9 months

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☆ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 - 𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐀𝐗𝐋 ☆

Warnings❗️:

✩ Sex (penis in booty)

✩ Fingering

✩ Jerking off

✩ Edging

✩ Biting/leaving hickeys on neck

✩ Praising

✩ Top!Izzy

✩ Bottom!Axl

✩ Making out

✩ Slight bickering (bc it’s Axl, don’t worry they don’t full on fight tho<3)

✩ Hair pulling

✩ Pulling at piercing

people included/mentions; izzy stradlin, axl rose, steven adler, johnny depp (mentioned), duff mckagan, slash, freddie mercury (mentioned)

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All of the guys, except Axl, sat in the living room, drinking and watching tv. Axl was trying to write new music without the guys yelling unhelpful things around him.

After finishing a page and a half of lyrics his brain was completely empty, though, so he decided to call it a day and join the others in the living room. When he walked out they were all watching MTV. "Anything good?" Axl asked. "Nope." Steven responded, his feet propped up on Duff's legs.

"It's been a boring tv day." Slash mumbled, sprawled out on the floor; Axl walked over Slash. "Hey." Axl kissed Izzy's cheek before sitting in his lap. "Hey, Ax. You end up writing anything?" Izzy wrapped an arm around his waist. "Yeah. It's not finished, but it's something." Izzy nodded, listening to Axl.

Axl looked at the tv, wrapping a loose arm around Izzy's neck; the hand that was wrapped around his neck started playing with the ends of Izzy's jet black hair. Duff boredly groaned before flipping through channels. An episode of 21 Jump Street started playing but Duff changed the channel again.

"No! Go back!" Steven quickly said. "To what?" Duff asked, going back a couple of channels. "To 21 Jump street!"

"Oh God, Stevie! Your obsession with Johnny Depp needs to stop." Slash laughed. "Shut up; I like the fucking show, okay?" Steven rolled his eyes. "I see you googly eye the tv everytime Officer Tom is on the screen." Slash argued. "Whatever!" Steven yelled, crossing his arms. The rest of the room laughed while Duff turned 21 Jump Street back on.

Axl started playing with more parts of Izzy's hair before realizing his hair was greasy. He scrunched his nose and rested his hand on Izzy's shoulder. He wished Izzy would shower more. Sure, Izzy didn't unbearebly stink, unless it was after a show, but it would still be nice to smell Izzy after a nice shower.

"You should get a shower." Axl mumbled to Izzy. "No. I told you; I play better without showering." Izzy said back. "Do you realize how dumb that sounds?" Axl slightly glared at him. "It doesn't sound stupid. My fingers slide on the strings better."

"That doesn't matter. Go get a shower." Axl said. "He's right, you should. I mean, I get it, but I shower more than you." Slash commented. "You haven't showered in 5 days!" Duff yelled at Slash. "So?! It's been 6 days for Izz!"

"That doesn't make you special or something! You both are digusting!" Steven yelled. "Exactly." Axl agreed. "Fine, I'll take one tomorrow." Izzy huffed. "You should take one now." Axl said. "I'm good." Izzy shook his head, watching the tv.

Axl huffed, trying to think of something to get Izzy into the shower. He thought until he came up with something. How do you get a horny emo guy into the shower? Sex.

"You're sure you don't wanna get in the shower?" Axl asked, again. "I'm sure, Ax." He answered. Axl smiled, leaning into Izzy, "Not even If I join you?" He whispered into his ear.

"Really?" Izzy mumbled, looking into Axl's blue eyes. "Really." Axl nodded, slightly shifting in Izzy's lap. Izzy broke into a grin, "Okay."

"So you'll get into the shower?"

"Wait..when you mean join me, does that mean we're fucking? Or are you just gonna sit there and encourage me to shower?" Izzy asked, a little sarcasm in his voice around the end. "Yes, that means we're fucking, Izz."

Izzy nodded, "Then, yeah." Axl stood up, going towards their room to get clothes. "Where are you going?" Duff asked as Izzy quickly got up to follow Axl. "Shower." Izzy simply answered.

"Axl probably said he'd let Izz hit it if he got in the shower." Slash said, once Izzy disapeared into their bedroom. "Imagine having to be lured into taking a shower." Steven rolled his eyes.

When they got their clothes, Izzy rushed them to the bathroom. "Hold on!" Axl laughed while trying not to fall as Izzy held onto his hand. Izzy closed the door behind them before shoving Axl's back into the door, kissing him. Axl giggled while trying to get Izzy to stop kissing him so he could talk, "Mh, Izz? Izz!"

Finally, Izzy pulled back for air, "What?"

"We're taking a shower; we gotta turn the water on." Axl said, pushing past Izzy to turn on the hot knob. Izzy started unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it off his shoulders and letting the shirt fall to the ground. Axl tossed his shirt and bandana to the side while waiting for the water to get warm.

When it finally did, Axl turned on the shower head, closing the curtain so no water splashed onto the floor. Axl started undoing his jeans; Izzy undone his even quicker. Finally, Izzy tossed his underwear to the side and got in; Axl followed.

Izzy grabbed the gingers waist, bringing him closer as he smashed his lips into Axl's; Axl wrapped his arms around Izzy's neck. Izzy grinded their hips together, making Axl desperately moan into Izzy's mouth. He slightly bit on Axl's bottom lip, causing him to gasp; Izzy's tongue slipped into his mouth, running over Axl's tongue.

Axl ran his hands over Izzy's stomach and chest as they explored each others mouths. Axl pulled away, "Come on, wash your hair."

"But you said we'd fuck." Izzy reminded, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. "We will, but we need to shower too. We'll get some done and then we will." Axl explained. He huffed before Axl slightly nudged Izzy's head under the water, soaking his black hair. Axl always thought Izzy looked absolutely gorgous with wet hair; his wet bangs resting on his forehead with water dripping down him.

Axl grabbed the shampoo, squirting some into his hands before moving closer to rub shampoo into Izzy's hair. As he moved closer her felt Izzy's erection touching his thigh. "Really?" Axl raised his eyebrows, gesturing towards Izzy's dick. "What? It's not my fault you're givin' me blue balls."

"You're being dramatic, Izz. You don't get blue balls this quick." Axl rolled his eyes, "and everyone thinks I'm dramatic?" He thought while reaching up to rub shampoo into Izzy's hair. "It's gettin' there, though."

"You'll be fine." Axl started scratching Izzy's scalp now, in hopes it would shut him up; it did. Izzy had his eyes shut, slightly groaning every now and again. "I'm gonna wash it out now." Axl warned, Izzy tilted his head back, letting the water run down his hair. A mix of sudsy shampoo and water washed down the drain as Axl ran his hands through Izzy's soft, shaggy hair.

Now, it was Axl's turn for his hair to be washed. Izzy attempted to be romantic and do the same service Axl had done for him, but Axl was having none of it. "I don't need to be babied." Axl rolled his eyes as he rubbed shampoo into his own hair. "I didn't need it either. You still did it, though." Izzy commented. "You did."

"I did not."

"Did."

"Didn't."

"Izz, come on. I literally had to offer sex just for you to get in the shower! That's actin' like a baby." Axl continued to wash his hair.

"I can get in the shower by myself, it was just a nice offer." Izzy explained, not letting Axl get the last word. "Okay, sure." Axl used that one voice everyone uses when they half agree to end the argument, but they still think they are fully right.

"Don't 'okay, sure' me like that, Ax. You wanna talk about babyin', who has to apologise everytime we fight? Me, because your ego won't let you." Izzy rolled his eyes. "It has nothing to do with my ego. If I'm right, then I'm not apologising." Axl shot back, starting to rinse the shampoo out.

"Then you should be apologising a lot more, ginger." Izzy tilted his head slightly, looking at Axl in a smug way as he rinsed the rest of the shampoo out of his copper hair. "Oh, fuck you." Axl sighed, realising that Izzy won't stop until Axl does; Axl get's the last word with everyone...except Izzy.

"Why? 'Cause I'm right and you're not?" Izzy questioned, rasing his eyebrows. Axl responded with what he thought was best without continueing the light arguing. Axl said, "Just shut the fuck up." before smashing his lips against Izzy's.

Izzy stiffened for a second but melted into the kiss after; one of his hands cupped Axl's cheek, running his rough thumb over his cheekbone. Axl slightly parted his mouth, waiting for Izzy's tongue to meet with his; Izzy immediately took the invitation. Their tongues slipped around each others mouths; groaning and moaning.

Izzy reached one hand between their bodies, stroking Axl's dick. The pace was slow and loving as Izzy continued intertwining their tongues together. Axl whined into his mouth as Izzy ran his thumb over the tip, smearing precum. The bathroom was full of desperate moans, deep exhales, and sharp inhales.

Izzy pulled away, letting himself catch some breath before leaning down to press kisses to Axl's neck. He trailed the kisses, nipping a spot every now and again, from just below Axl's ear to his chest. He stopped at Axl's nipple ring, toying with it with his tongue.

Axl gripped Izzy's hair when he felt the black haired mans teeth pull at his piercing, slightly moaning. He looked down to see Izzy grinning at the noises that came out of the redhead.

Izzy continued to slowly jerk off Axl, letting go of his nipple piercing. Izzy decided to go back to kissing Axl's neck. Soon, he found a spot that was deemed a good spot to start sucking. Izzy sucked on Axl's neck, the skin getting more sensitive.

Axl's fingers tangled into Izzy's dark hair, pulling, as Izzy sucked a hickey into his neck and jerked him off. Before too long Axl tensed up, getting close to cumming, so Izzy stopped his hand movements. Axl huffed, tugging Izzy's hair way harder than usual; that only made Izzy grin even more, lifting his head up from Axl's neck.

"You're an asshole." Axl muttered, crossing his arms. "You're so handsome." Izzy said back, staring into Axl's green, piercing eyes. "Shut up." Axl felt his face burning, turning his gaze to the ground. Izzy kissed Axl's cheek, "I love you. Alright? I just didn't want to end this so quick."

"I know. I love you too." Axl knew Izzy was right. Izzy kissed Axl on the mouth, "Turn around, hot stuff." Axl smiled at the nickname and turned around, facing the shower wall. "You're still okay with this, right?" Izzy asked before doing anything. "Yeah." Axl said, waiting for Izzy to start.

Izzy slipped one of his fingers into Axl's asshole. Axl winced at the pain, lowering his head. Izzy moved Axl's hair away from the back of his neck, kissing the skin, "You're okay, Ax. It'll be over soon." Axl nodded at Izzy's words, trying to focus on finding a good feeling. "Can I add another?" Izzy asked. "Yeah." Axl said.

Izzy added a second finger, trying to find the spot. When Izzy grazed over his prostate, Axl moaned, "Shit, Izz!" Izzy placed another soft kiss to Axl's neck before starting to scissor him. The ginger slightly wobbled as he enjoyed how Izzy made him felt; he's glad the burning sensation went away. "Add a third." Axl said. When he didn't get a third he sat for a good five seconds before remembering, "Please?"

"Yes, sweetheart." Izzy stuck a third finger into Axl. Axl moaned, pushing into Izzy's fingers to make them go farther. His fingers touched his prostate, a low groan following. He thrusted his fingers in and out of Axl. "Can you fuck me, now? Please?" Axl managed to say through moans. Izzy slipped his fingers out of Axl's hole, lining himself up with Axl's asshole. He gripped the gingers hips, sliding himself into Axl.

Izzy gave Axl a second to adjust to his length before starting to slowly thrust into Axl. Izzy kissed his shoulders and neck lovingly, slightly groaning at Axl's muscles wrapped around his dick. "Is this okay?" Izzy asked, making sure Axl was still in the mood. "Yeah." Axl quietly moaned, a breathy exhale following.

"Fuck, you feel good." Izzy groaned, running his fingers up Axl's sides. "Please, go faster?" Axl asked. Izzy granted his wish, his grip on Axl's hips tightening, as he quickened his thrusts. Axl pulsated around Izzy, knowing that made the guitarist go crazy; surprisingly, Izzy let out a hushed whimper. Axl chuckled, attempting to keep his laugh quiet. Apparently, he was because Izzy didn't say anything.

Axl felt stuck in time as if this was the only thing that mattered in the moment. Izzy pressed to his body with warm water splattering over the two of them; love surrounding them. Axl wouldn't have it any other way with anyone else; well, maybe Freddie Mercury...but Izzy didn't need to know that.

Izzy threw his head back at all the pleasure, drowning in it. He leaned his chest against Axl's back, trying to, somehow, get even closer to the ginger. The water soaked the two boys, making the sex even better.

"Oh, fuck.." Axl lowly moaned, feeling Izzy almost touch his prostate; what a fuckin' tease! Izzy reached his hand around to touch Axl, sliding his water-slicked hand up and down Axl's boner. Axl tilted his head back, resting on Izzy's shoulder. "You're the prettiest person I've ever seen." Izzy admitted, looking over Axl's face and body.

"Really?" Axl managed to ask with the immense amount of pleasure he was feeling. "Of course; I wouldn't lie to you."

"I know." And he really did know. Izzy was a very blunt person and didn't give a fuck what you thought. The only time he lied was when he had to or if you asked him about his feelings; he wasn't a very good-with-words-when-it-comes-

to-feelings type of person. Izzy didn't feel the need to lie unless he was lying for someone else, it had to do with the law, or a simple lie that could get them something good if someone believed him.

"You're so gorgeous, Axl." Izzy groaned, kissing the side of Axl's exposed neck as he still laid his head on the black haired man's shoulder; Axl responded with a breathy moan. Izzy's other hand, that wasn't stroaking Axl, let go of the gingers waist; instead it rested on top of Axl's hand that was rested against the shower wall.

Axl smiled as he felt Izzy's hand press against his. He liked Izzy's hands; they were larger and had veins with slim, bony fingers. He liked the way Izzy's hand contrasted against Axl's smaller hands. Especially when they cuddled while going to bed; Axl liked staring at their hands intertwined, while he drifted asleep. Axl thought the guitarists hands were pretty hot, overall, too.

Sudddnly, Axl let out a loud moan as Izzy touched his prostate, "Oh my God!" Axl's whole body trembled as the black haired man brought him out of his thoughts; Izzy helped by holding him up, smiling to himself, loving the effect he had on Axl Rose. Izzy continued jerking off Axl in time to his thrusts.

Axl mumbled something incoherent to Izzy, rambling his words. When Axl was being pleasured, he tended to ramble and bunch his words together into a mumble. "What was that, sweetheart?" Izzy asked, groaning afterwords. "Faster! Please!" Axl moaned loudly. Izzy started pounding into the ginger; the bathroom was filled with moans and the sound of Izzy's hips hitting Axl's.

"Izzy!" Axl moaned as Izzy pounded into his prostate and jerked him off at an ungodly speed. Axl's eyes were shut, his mouth parted as the sweet, slutty moans fell out of his mouth. "Shit, you're doing so good, Ax." Izzy groaned into Axl's ear, running his thumb over Axl's leaking tip.

Axl felt his stomach tighten as a big wave of pleasure washed over him. "I'm close!" Axl moaned, desperately, as his whole body shook with pleasure and excitement. "Me too, just wait a couple of more minutes." Izzy grunted as he thrusted into Axl harder, trying to meet his orgasm. Axl hung his head forward now, feeling weak as he felt his load build up inside of him, waiting for release.

Izzy felt the knot at the bottom of his stomach, chasing his orgasm. "Fuck! Cum, Axl!" Izzy groaned, interlacing his fingers with Axl's. Axl came when Izzy did. Axl moaned loudly as he came all over himself and the wall, relieved to finallly let himself go.

Izzy released himself inside of Axl; he watched closely as he pulled out, watching his cum drip out of Axl's asshole and down the back and insides of his thighs. "Fuck, that was good." Axl admitted, still holding himself up with his arms, hands against the wall. "Yeah, it was." Izzy agreed, trying to regain his breath. "Wanna finish so we can get out?" Axl asked, turning around to look at Izzy once his legs weren't so wobbly.

"Again?" Izzy asked, joking. "Shut up and wash your balls." Axl laughed, lightly shoving Izzy. "Yeah, yeah, I am." Izzy started washing his body; so did Axl since the water was making his body overheated. Once they both rinsed off, they got out.

Izzy loosely wrapped his towel around his waist while Axl wrapped his towel around his shoulders. "Just so we're clear, when we were arguing about being babied, I got the last word." Axl smugly said, looking at Izzy. Izzy tried to keep a stern face, but failed. "What?" Axl asked, furrowing his eyebrows in an attempt to intimidate Izzy. "You're so fucking difficult, you know that?" Izzy chuckled, taking Axl's face into his hands before kissing him.

Axl pulled away to talk, "Well, I did have the last word, so I'm letting you know." Izzy connected their mouths again, wrapping his arms around Axl's waist to bring them closer. His hands slid down until they found Axl's asscheeks, squeezing them in his hands. Axl gasped, Izzy slipped his tongue into the gingers mouth. Axl wrapped his arms around Izzy's neck, pressing into him.

When Izzy pulled away, he said, "I get it, alright? I can't win with you; you're always right." Izzy sarcastically said. "Damn right." Axl said as he turned around to pick up his pile of clothes. "Oh, shut up and get dressed." Izzy smacked Axl's ass, causing him to jump a little.

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mayumiiyuu · 2 years

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hiiii! can i request anything with Eddie having an unrequited crush on the reader? I'm just a sucker for angst lol

A/N: this was,,, so hard to write bc I love that boy so much you have no clue 😭 ngl this hurt me so so much.

warnings: angst with no comfort, unrequited love

e. munson || unrequited

Eddie had always admired you from afar.

What else could he do when you were both on completely different levels of the social hierarchy of high school?

To him, you were absolutely magnificent. With your eyes that glimmered with joy whenever you laughed, crinkling at the edges, your stunning smile that you’d flash at everyone when you greeted them—even towards him, the resident freak of Hawkins. Volleyball captain extraordinaire, with grades as pristine as your reputation, you were well-liked by everyone who got to know you.

You were the first person from the popular crowd to ever show him kindness. He remembers that day, goes over it each night like the shore does on a sandy beach; some of the more cruel basketball players had made fun of him before shoving him to the ground, taking his backpack and shaking out all its contents onto the floor. He was frustrated and utterly humiliated, everyone around him played the indifferent roles of bystanders to the bullying he received.

Everyone except you.

When they had walked away, you had rushed to his aid. He remembers how he didn’t even know it was you then, with how his unkept bangs covered his eyes. It was only when you had reached your hand out to help him up had he realized it was the girl from across his maths class with the pretty smile that had helped him. You had helped him pick up his things, arranging loose papers until a doodle of his guitar along with a few lyrics caught your eye.

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “Do you play?” You gestures to the doodle on the yellowed, crumpled piece of paper. He had flushed a bright red when you handed it to him, his heart fluttered when four fingers brushed against each other for a moment.

He scratched the back of his head, sheepishly. “Uh, yeah, yeah I do. I have a band, actually—you should come see us, we play at this place called the Hideout.” He rambled, his mouth suddenly lost its filter as his mind spun with thoughts.

You chuckle lightly, nodding at his invite. “Sure, when will you be playing?”

He swallowed, surprised, as he had expected you to poke fun at him. “This Saturday, actually. Around um, 7 p.m.?”

Your lips formed a soft smile on your features, and until this day he had that look on your face etched into his mind. “Alright, see you there, Munson.”

And with that, you walked away.

That Saturday night, Eddie couldn’t help but fidget with his clothing while Gareth and Jeff did sound tests atop the stage, scanning the bare crowd for your face. Unable to find you, he was crestfallen. As the band started their first song, Eddie had begun to sing with his eyes closed, getting lost in his own emotions as the melody played.

As soon as the song had come to and end, he snapped his eyes open as he heard the only clapping from the crowd of five drunks, and there you were in all your knee-buckling beauty, cheering for him.

Taking a a short break from their performance, he made his way down the stage and towards you, the biggest grin on his face as he folded his arms awkwardly when he reached you.

“Didn’t think you’d make it tonight.” He admitted.

You furrow your eyebrows. “Why would you think that?”

“Well, it’s not too often we get someone from uh—your circle to actually listen to us.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “I don’t know about you, but I couldn’t care less about those stupid high school clique bullshit. I want you to know that the words I say to people are always genuine, like a promise. So when I told you I’d go, I did.” You smile up at him, your long eyelashes perfectly framing your doe eyes, and Eddie couldn’t help his heart from hammering on his rib cage.

From then on, you had maintained somewhat of a friendship with the metalhead. Sometimes you’d meet up with him to hang out over the weekends when you weren’t busy. The two of you spent countless hours discussing whatever it was that came to mind, he relished in the way you laughed at his jokes, from his lame puns to his snarky remarks. He had sat beside you that one time he taught you about Dungeons and Dragons, his book opened up against the small table in his trailer, telling you all about the different rules and races in the game. You had listened to him intently, nodding your head at his words, genuinely wanting to learn the game because of how passionately he spoke about it.

Over time, Eddie had developed an enormous crush on you. Everything about you made him weak in the knees as swarms of butterflies attacked his stomach. Eddie would use any excuse he could find in order to spend time with you, to be close to you, to talk to you.

Soon, your birthday had come, and Eddie had spent the whole week perfecting the mix tape he had made for you with all of your favorite songs as his present for you. He had finally found it within himself to write you a letter in his scrawled out, messy handwriting, expressing his feelings for you in such a poetic way. He had worked on it for weeks, whispering to his friends on how he should phrase things, erasing passages and rewriting them in order for you to get a better understanding of how he felt.

He rushed out the door of his final class at the sound of the bell ringing, being scolded by his teacher as he did so, but he didn’t care. All he wanted to do was see you.

He walked out into the parking lot, cassette tape and letter in hand, carefully folded and signed with his name. You were standing there, seemingly waiting for someone before you had caught sight of him.

“Eddie, hey.” You smiled.

“Happy birthday, princess.” He said, holding his gift behind his back.

You grinned from ear to ear as he had remembered your birthday. “You remembered! Thank you.”

“Actually I uh, I have something I wanted to give you.” His palms started to sweat as his nerves took over, ears tinged with pink as he spoke, avoiding eye contact with you.

You nodded innocently, completely unaware of his flushed face. “What is it—?”

Suddenly, a loud honk reverberated in the air, a car pulling over to where you stood. You smiled as the person who drove it got out, running into his arms as he spun you around.

Eddie recognized him immediately. It was none other than the king of the school himself, with his floppy hair and warm brown eyes.

“Happy birthday baby.” Steve greeted, kissing you on the forehead.

You giggled, intertwining your fingers with his before you remembered Eddie. You turned to him again, cocking your head to the side.

“What was it you were going to give me again Eds?”

The sight of you with Steve’s arm slung around your shoulders made his heart sink to his stomach right after it had shattered into a million pieces when he saw how affectionately he had kissed you, wishing nothing more than to switch places with the boy.

He shakes his head, forcing a small smile. “It’s nothing, I uh, forgot your gift back at home, I’ll give it to you on Monday.”

“Oh, okay. Drive safe!” You waved him goodbye as he walked away, looking back at you one last time as he waved back at you before you drove away with Steve Harrington.

Once Eddie had slipped into his van, he leaned his head on the steering wheel, your birthday gift and his letter in hand. He’d still give you the cassette tape, he decided. But he tore the letter to shreds, the memory of you being spun around in Steve’s arms causing his heart to ache.

He couldn’t say he wasn’t surprised. Of course you’d be with someone like Steve, someone on your level, someone who could provide you all the things he couldn’t.

Because you were still a princess, meant to walk hand in hand with a king, while he was just a freak.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader angst #stranger things x reader #stranger things angst #eddie muncon fic #stranger things fic #stranger things #stranger things imagine #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things s4 #stranger things season 4

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catgirlsp0ck · 5 months

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the bg3 companions and what i think their favorite judas priest album/song is (including lyrics that i think fit each character and also this is not including halsin, minthara or durge sorry lol)

Wyll

i think wyll would like the album sin after sin. some of the songs are pretty romantic and i think he would really enjoy them. his favorites from this album i think would be last rose of summer and i think he definitely listened to here come the tears for a while after he was cast out from baldur's gate. here's an excerpt from last rose of summer that i think wyll would like: "I give you this, the last rose of summer / A token of my unyielding love / So when the winter's mantle stills the earth / And all around seems dead and cold / This rose reminds you of a time when all was warm and living" and here's a lyric from here come the tears that i think wyll would've resonated with: "Looks like it'll always be the same / No one here to comfort me / Here come the tears / All alone, no one cares /So much to give to you all out there" i think wyll would've liked this line in particular because im sure he didn't have time as the blade of frontiers to have the fairytale romance he wanted bc he was traveling and saving people and didn't make time for himself or for love. and another lyric from the here come the tears, for when he does find a love of his own (whether that be your tav, or an origin character): "Take me now, in your arms / Let me rest, safe from harm"

Astarion

defenders of the faith would be his favorite and he would joke and say it's bc of all the songs about gay sex (jawbreaker, love bites, eat me alive lol) but he also just really likes the song night comes down, which i feel like would be a perfect song for astarion. here's an excerpt of some lyrics from the song: "In the last rays of the setting sun / And the past days, yeah, that's where our memories run / And all of those times, still race through my mind / I'm shattered inside to find / When the night comes down / I'm here all alone / When the night comes down / There's nowhere to go"

Karlach

karlach would like the album painkiller. i feel like she would love the fast pace of the album and you know she would absolutely pull out the air drums or air guitar which would be so fun to do for this album. her favorite song would probably be either hell patrol or leather rebel ! here's a line from leather rebel that i think is a little on the nose for karlach lol: "Leather rebel / With a burning heart" and also earlier in the song: "Like a renegade / All alone I walk through fire / 'Til I crash and blaze / I'm living on the edge"

Lae'zel

honestly i think lae'zel has probably never listened to music before the whole tadpole situation. idk gith lore but i feel like they would probably see music as a waste of time unless it's some song about vlaakith but for the purpose of this list, im ignoring all that and saying she would like the album ram it down (which i am very biased for bc it's my favorite album lol). i think she'd like the songs hard as iron and blood red skies. here's a lyric from hard as iron that i think she'd like: "As I destroy, last thing you'll hear me cry, is victory, is victory / I'm blazing on to glory / There's thunder in my veins / And nothing stands before me / Forever I'll remain / Hard as iron / Sharp as steel / Stop for no man / You better beg and kneel" and from blood red skies, she'd probably like these lyrics: "I will stand, I will fight / You'll never take me alive / I'll stand my ground / I won't go down / You won't break me / You won't make me / You won't take me / Under blood red skies"

Gale

a little unconventional for gale but i think he would like a few songs from screaming for vengeance. specifically (take these) chains, fever, prisoner of your eyes and pain and pleasure. pain and pleasure, (take these) chains and prisoner of your eyes make me think of gale's relationship with mystra. for example, from pain and pleasure: "Do what you wanna do / Oh what you put me through / How I suffer for your love" and from prisoner of your eyes: "Love is blind / And love deceives you / You came along and captured me / Now I'm a prisoner of your eyes / Trapped in time / I cannot leave you / I'm just a prisoner of your eyes / As each day goes by / I've given up completely / I've locked myself inside your heart / And thrown away the key / Only time will tell / If I can live without you / Can you see into the future / Will you ever set me free" and the song fever is perfect for when you are romancing him. the beginning of the song perfectly describes gale as he was stuck in his tower with just tara for company: "I'd spend my days alone / I used to stay at home / Lost in seclusion there. / Like I was in a cell / A captured heart as well" and the later half of the song is perfect for describing his romance with tav or an origin character: "Then one night as I walked / I heard your body talk / I saw a shooting star / In some magnetic trance / Our beating hearts would dance / And crash down from afar. / Oh how strange fate is / Never dreamed of this. / So destiny has brought us / Oh so close together / We were like angels in the night / Living the dream / At last I'll be with you forever. / And all at once it feels so right."

Shadowheart

i think shadowheart would like the album nostradamus (an album which i think is pretty divisive with judas priest fans, a lot of people hate it and some ppl love it. i just listened to it for the first time for this post lmfao. i was trying to find lyrics that would be good for shart and found one in this album so i listened to it for the first time, i liked it :P ). while she can't relate to the whole album of course (bc its about nostradamus lol),, there are definitely a few lyrics that shadowheart would resonate with. particularly in the songs exiled, hope and new beginnings. from the song exiled: "I'm banished in exile / To meet their demand / Rejected messiah / They don't understand / I'm searching for something / That's lost in my heart / God knows I'm a sinner / I'm falling apart / If this is my destiny / I've got to believe / The passion inside me / Has left me to bleed" and from the song hope: "I see your light on the wings of a dove / Lifting me up as the dark clouds retreat / Courage transcends and you make me complete / Hope in my heart with the advent of spring / I am reborn with the love that you bring" these lyrics make me think of when dame aylin helps shadowheart with her past and her future after leaving shar behind. and then, these lyrics from the song new beginnings: "A new beginning has arrived / At the crossroads of my life / This new love keeps me alive" now, tbh i haven't romanced shadowheart (YET) but these lyrics make me think of shadowheart after choosing between becoming a dark justiciar for shar or rejecting that and leaving shar behind (the crossroads mentioned in the lyrics) and her love for tav or an origin character helping to keep her going after the tough decisions she had to make and knowing that her love will be standing with her as she navigates that future for herself.

#this is completely self indulgent #idk if there are any judas priest fans in the bg3 fandom but i love judas priest and had to make this #and if you dont know judas priest you can check out some of the songs i listed for each character ! :))#or you could always just read the few lyrics i included lol #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #wyll ravengard #astarion ancunin #astarion #shadowheart #karlach #karlach cliffgate #lae'zel #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #i literally spent 2 hours doing this LMAO #hours i couldve spent playing bg3....#judas priest #my posts

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Lmao, last one and I'm going to bed 😂 What do you think about his music taste? I know all the times Hotch has ridden with Morgan, he's gotten a taste of black music, like hip hop at least, but he hadn't had the opportunity to really deep dive in it. Now when he comes home from work, it's a high possibility that there's some (most likely 90s) RnB playing because Princess is cooking, cleaning up, doing her hair, getting ready to leave, etc. Who do you think he likes?

i got a lil carried away my bad :’) i’m literally absolutely in love with the concept of aaron dating a black woman pls feel free to bombard my inbox with this literally any day any time <3

but omg he has so many. he’s real big on boys 2 men. definitely likes jodeci and jagged edge

the other ones that he like,, knows but not much are the ones his girl listens to. like mya and aaliyah,, definitely sneaks some tlc in there every once in a while, but he refuses to admit he likes them.

he pretends not to know the lyrics to girls in the hood but you’ve caught him more than once mumbling the words to himself. the girls at the bau are on the floor when they hear the aaron hotchner mumbling “i’m a hot girl, i do hot shit, spend his income on my outfit, i don’t text quick cus i ain’t thirsty, these bitches mad mad, they wanna hurt me.”

immediately texting the group chat you have with them to inform you that your boyfriend is walking around the office singing megan thee stallion. he simultaneously hates and loves how well you get along with his team bc you all make fun of him together. you’re at a point where you’re instagram is like an aaron hotchner hate page bc the entire team [and you] jokingly roast him in your comment section all the time.

when he wakes up on a saturday morning, hears the 2000’s r&b and smells the fabuloso infiltrating the ventilation in the house, he already knows what’s happening. he walks downstairs to find you and jack deep cleaning the entire house—jack, of course, is only tasked with picking up his toys and other various items he’d left lying around throughout the week. he doesn’t even complain, just gives you and jack a good morning kiss and gets started on cleaning the upstairs of your shared house.

#fanmail 💌#nani.headcanons #aaron hotchner x black!fem!reader #aaron hotchner x black!reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner

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melodyofthevoid · 7 months

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Spotify Discovery Review

So I wanted to try something new and figured I'd dive into more music thoughts, and since I've been actually listening to my Spotify Discovery (I needed new music lol) so yeah.

Overall Rating: 13/30 that I really like and even sort of like, so not bad. Probably won't be saving a ton of these for later listening, a few might go into some character playlists at least so that's good. We'll see if any grow on me. Below are some of the standouts good, bad, and indifferent. A few songs I didn't include bc they're instrumentals that I didn't really have any thoughts on. Not even neutral thoughts.

Good

Dear Alice (rainy days)

Slow and dreamlike, it's not really a surprise that there's heavy Alice in Wonderland theming but even though there's not a ton of singing, I found myself enjoying the ride.

Femme Fatale

A fantastic beat, a combination of western and tango aesthetics, a fast paced ride that makes me want to groove. Love the flirty danger that drips off of every word, it's got a solid identity and doesn't feel like it's trying too hard to be "edgy" or anything.

YOUR HEAD'S ON FIRE

Louie Zhong is always a bop and his lyrical style is always a joy. Unconventional metaphors and fun little bits, a very groovy guitar line that makes you want to wiggle.

Blink of an eye

Halfy and Winks make DSMP songs, I'm aware of this, however I love their musical style and lyrics. Gives me heavy inspiration for my own story just with how vivid and story based their stuff is. The revolutionary spark in here is nice.

Invisible Dan Avidan has popped into my feeds and I’m not really complaining? I love the rock style/retro vibe that this one has going on, his vocals really sell it. A little bit chase scene a little bit breakdown but overall a good time.

The Moon and Stars

Good folk vibes, gets close to scratching the same itch that The Crane Wives do but not quite, which is still a good time for me. We'll see if this fits a character in future.

The Manic

A great character song, will be applying to my blorbos soon. The pushing away from someone you love because you know you'll hurt them eventually and can't take it. Very good stuff.

Dance While the Sky Crashes Down

Eyyy Jason Webly, I remember you from WTNV. A tango for the end of the world and honestly isn't that a mood? I love the lyrics, although it drags a smidge at the end. Maybe because of TMA I'm a little more inclined towards this.

A song whose title is in Japanese. It's from land of the lustrous and I cannot copy paste the title.

Very eerie, very atmospheric. I haven't watched the show in its entirety myself, but I know that it has horror and suspense interwoven in some of the back half, and the clanking bells and echoes really give the sensation of being watched. Of being on edge. Good stuff.

Break Your Cranck

An altogether inexplicable piece. It’s done on a hurdy gurdy which is already a plus but. It. It sounds like electronica crafted by pirate bees. With some Indian influence thrown in for flavor. Like a space punk pirate bazaar. Very atmospheric but also so so confusing. I love it.

Dance of the blood drunk

A balance of wild carnival and orchestral splendor, feels like an epic batter on a grand scale. The unsteady thrill of never knowing if you’re winning or not.

Neutral

Absence

I kinda forgot what this sounded like tbh.

How Dare You

Pretty good? No real feelings on it.

I was an island

Again with the good lyrics, but the instrumentation and singing are on the verge of being unlistenable? Like I can listen, and I could see myself putting this on a character playlist or two for sure.

Tavern crawl

A fun little bawdy medieval style song, Annapantsu kills it as expected, but bar songs/drinking songs aren’t really my vibe? But I could see myself grooving to this generally.

Brand new city

Mitski, which is good, but some of her stuff doesn't hit me as much as it does others, and this is one of those times. Not bad by any means, just not something I can see myself going back to.

Cold, cold, cold

Has a story to it, the grandiosity is nice especially near the end but the whole song together doesn’t quite capture me in the way that other artists in this space do. I could listen to it if I was in a particular mood but otherwise it’s not a stand out.

Bitch, Bitch, Bitch

I do like the Jekyll and Hyde musical don't get me wrong but I'm not a huge fan of this one? It's mostly a song meant to establish the upper crust as mindless gossips and twits, the combination of the old Disney-musical style instrumentals and the rather vulgar (by Victorian standards) lyrics is funny but that's all its got.

Timekeeper's Heartbeat

An interesting case where I like the instrumentals and most of the lyrics but it fails to really coalesce into a song? There's bits that don't rhyme for no reason, it comes across like one of those English vocaloid covers that doesn't adjust for the context. If it is, I wouldn't be surprised.

Nah

Whiplash (Black Math) Don’t like listening to it, not much else to really say here.

Wish you were gay I’m aware this one is a bit of a darling in some of the animation meme circles but I don’t really care for the instrumentation or the lyrics. Unpleasant to listen to.

Two's a party Jazz/cabaret but there’s not really a depth to it imo. I find it a bit hard to listen to despite the singer being pretty good if a bit... too whispery. A combination of the lyrics and sudden trumpet jump scares ig.

Judas An interesting concept and premise, the dichotomy of a queer relationship contrasted with the religious imagery is layered but the vocal performance doesn’t really do it for me. Seems to want to be mountain goats but it’s a little too raw?

I DONT TRUST U ANYMORE Person with a guitar genre, valid feelings but vocal performance is a bit flat. Reminds me of blink 182 but with none of the energy.

#melody rambles #spotify discovery review #might also open up my inbox to song recommendations if y'all feel like throwing something in there

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miss-celestial-being · 2 years

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Say You Won't Let Go

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request | masterlist

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𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: eddie munson x fem!reader

𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: lyric fic to the song "Say You Won't Let Go" by james arthur

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: mainly tooth-rotting fluff, minor angst bc it felt too tooth-rotting, mentions of cheating but not like detailed (lmk if i missed any)

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 4.4k

𝑎𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠: the ending's kinda rushed and im too lazy and in pain to edit anything so you get what you get 🤷‍♀️

tbh i dont suggest listening to the song while reading bc you'll have to keep pausing which is really annoying so if you've never heard it before, listen to it before reading so you know what the tune is and if you have heard it, you're good to go

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Eddie sat Y/n down on the edge of their shared bed, moving a chair to sit in front of her, guitar in hand. He looked into her eyes lovingly, smiling at the sight he knew he'd never get tired of. "Happy anniversary, my love." He said as he picked up his guitar pick, strumming away at the acoustic guitar in his hands.

I met you in the dark, you lit me up

You made me feel as though I was enough

Eddie looked around the room, feeling overwhelmed by the amount of people bow in the small pub he'd grown so fond of, celebrating the graduation of the class of '86. He walked to the bar, ordering a drink over the noise.

Y/n walked to the bar, already tired of the people around her. She walked up next to a boy with long curly hair and rings littering his hand. She smiled at his appearance. "Hey, I like your hair." She yelled over the music as she admired his curls. "Really? I was thinking of cutting it." Y/n's eyebrows furrowed. "Why would you do that? It looks awesome." Eddie looked down bashfully. "I used to get bullied for it, called a freak–well technically it wasn't just for that." He rambled, his mouth moving on its own as his mind focused on the girl before him. "Well now I have to know." Y/n rested her chin on the palm of her hand, batting her eyelashes at the man. He laughed.

"I'm in a band-" "Oh, that's not too bad." Eddie looked down at his drink, not wanting to finish and drive the girl away. "And I play DnD." Y/n shrugged after a moment. "Still don't get why they called you a freak. I mean I get that the newspapers call it devil worship and shit but they make shit up all the time, anything to get more readers." Eddie chuckled, lifting his glass to take a sip of his drink. "I wish everyone was as open minded as you." Y/n smiled. "But then what would you need me for?" She nudged him, Eddie looking down at her with fondness in his eyes. "Hey, what do you want to drink? It's on me." He winked, smiling growing wider at the sound of the girl's angelic laugh.

We danced the night away, we drank too much

Y/n stood up after her third drink, grabbing Eddie's wrist as she walked to the middle of the room. "What are you doing?" Eddie laughed out, confused. "I'm tipsy, I dance when I'm tipsy." Her words came out slightly slurred as she stumbled through the room. "C'mon, dance with me. I thought you were fun." She pouted as Eddie stood still, watching the girl in amusement. Y/n walked forward, moving Eddie's hands to her hips as her own trailed down his chest, back up to his shoulders.

"I don't even know your name and you're trying to feel me up." Y/n laughed, leaning up to his ear. "Y/n." Eddie blushed slightly. "I'm Eddie." Y/n ran her fingers through his hair, a lazy smile resting upon her face. "You have pretty eyes, Eddie." Eddie leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her nose. Y/n pulled back, dancing a little as she tried to encourage Eddie. "Now c'mon, you know my name so dance with me." She whined. Eddie rolled his eyes, taking her hand and spinning her, swaying to the rythme of the slow music. The two stared into each other's eyes, minds clouded with the thoughts of the other.

I held your hair back when

You were throwing up

Y/n groaned, sitting up in the unfamiliar bed, holding her aching head. She looked around the room, finding herself alone, surrounded by metal posters and random knickknacks and clothes. A sizzling sound came from just outside the room, the smell of bacon carrying throughout the trailer. Y/n stood slowly, her legs feeling like jelly.

Eddie turned and smiled at the messy-haired girl walking out of his room. "How'd you sleep?" Y/n looked confused. "Where am I? You didn't kidnap me did you?" She chuckled, sitting down on a random chair. "No I didn't kidnap you." Eddie rolled his eyes. "You at my trailer, you want me to take you home?" Y/n whined, shaking her head, stopping abruptly.

Her head was spinning, her eyes going unfocused. Eddie turned to her fully, looking at her worriedly. "You ok-" He was cut off when Y/n stood up, walking quickly into the bathroom. She lifted the lit to the toilet, letting out whatever it is she ate the night before. Eddie winced at the sound, turning off the stove before walking in slowly. He knelt down next to Y/n, rubbing her back comfortingly. "Shh." He whispered in her ear, holding her hair in a makeshift ponytail. He kissed her shoulder lightly, whispering sweet nothings in her ear repeatedly.

She sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, looking up st Eddie with teary eyes. "Sorry." She mumbled. "Why are you sorry?" She shrugged, looking down as Eddie ran his fingers through her hair. "Go lay down, I'll bring you some food and water." He said softly, pressing a kiss to her temple, helping her up and into his bed once more.

Then you smiled over your shoulder

For a minute, I was stone-cold sober

I pulled you closer to my chest

Eddie yawned as he woke up, hugging Y/n tighter to his chest. He placed a tiny kiss to her hair, trailing down her neck to her shoulder. "Good morning beautiful." He whispered groggily in her ear. She groaned, squeezing her eyes to stop light from slipping through the cracks.

Eddie kissed her cheeks, then her forehead, then her nose. Y/n turned her head into the pillow, making Eddie chuckle. "C'mon, love, we gotta get up." Eddie spoke quietly with his lips pressed to her bare shoulder. "Why?" Y/n whined. "Because," Eddie kneaded her thighs gently under the covers, "I have a date planned for us, remember?"

Y/n turned her head to look at him, her face puffy with sleep. She smiled softly, looking up into his eyes, letting Eddie place a chaste kiss to her lips. Eddie pulled back to admire her, completely smitten. He stared at her in awe, his mouth slightly agape. "You're gorgeous."

And you asked me to stay over

I said, I already told ya

I think that you should get some rest

Y/n stumbled into her room, Eddie behind her, keeping her steady. "Alright, c'mon." He mumbled, helping her onto her bed. She sat at the edge, whining as Eddie picked up her leg, taking of her shoe before moving to the other. He moved to the dresser, opening a drawer to find pajamas. "Ok what do you wanna wear?" Y/n looked up at him, thinking for a moment. "The grey ones." Eddie nodded, picking out a grey shirt and pants.

"Alright, can I take this off?" Eddie asked, his hands holding her waistband. "You can to more than that." Her face morphed into a sloppy smirk, leaning back on the bed. Eddie rolled his eyes, taking them off slowly, replacing them with the pants he grabbed.

He slid off her shirt, stopping to admire her, leaning forward to kiss her lips. Eddie unclasped her bra, looking away slightly as he put the shirt over her head.

He laid her down completely on the bed, placing the covers over her as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. Y/n snaked her hands around his neck, pulling his closer. "Stay." She whispered, her eyes fluttering closed. Eddie shook his head, pulling back. "Get some rest, my love."

He turned off the light, closing the door most of the way before walking back down the stairs and out if the house.

I knew I loved you then

But you'd never know

Eddie kissed all over Y/n's face, relishing the angelic sounds of her giggles. She grabbed his head gently, kissing him softly. Eddie deepened the kiss, Y/n's hands falling to her sides.

Eddie pulled back to look into her eyes, his face falling into a soft smile.

"What?" Y/n laughed out, furrowing her eyebrows. Eddie shook his head, lifting his hand to hold her face. "I love you."

Y/n's laughter slowed as she placed her hand over his. Her smile grew as her face grew hot. A smile took over her face as she looked into Eddie's eyes lovingly. "I love you too." Eddie smiled, tickling her sides as she leaned up to kiss her nose, biting it lightly.

'Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go

Eddie frowned, hugging Y/n tighter as the speakers announced last call for her flight. "I'll be back in a few months to visit, I promise. We can call every day." Y/n tried, pulling back to look into his sad eyes. Eddie nodded, stepping back with a sniffle. "I love you." Y/n smiled softly, kissing his nose, then cheeks, then lips. "I love you too."

She picked up her bag from the floor, wheeling her suitcase to the gate, leaving Eddie standing by himself.

Eddie sat in his car, sobbing as he rested his head on the steering wheel. He watched as what he assumed to be her flight took off, taking his love away from him. Eddie took a moment to compose himself, driving home to stare at the phone until it rang.

I know I needed you

But I never showed

Eddie held his pillow to his chest, crying into it. His room felt empty without Y/n, making his heart ache ten times worse.

The door squeaked quietly as it opened. A figure tiptoed in, setting down their bag as they sat on the edge of the bed, hearing Eddie's soft sniffles. The figure moved his hair out of his face, eyebrows furrowed in concern. Eddie looked into the familiar eyes, perking up immediately. He brought her i to a tight hug, relishing in the feeling of her warmth. "I love you." He mumbled into her neck, drowsiness taking over.

"I know, baby, I love you too." She spoke softly into his hair, pulling back gently. "Let me get changed and I'll be right back, ok?" Eddie whined but nodded, loosening his hold on Y/n as he watched her move around the room.

She got back into the bed, pulling the covers over the two of them as Eddie rested his head on her chest, holding her close. His eyes fluttered shut, content at the feeling of her hands running through his hair."

But I wanna stay with you until we're grey and old

Eddie took Y/n's hand, guiding her to their destination. The blindfold on Y/n's head was pulled off, revealing a picnic set up at the edge of lovers lake. She turned to him and smiled, her face morphing into that of surprise at the sight before her.

Eddie kneeled, one knee on the ground, a small box in his hand. The tux he was wearing too big for him–likely borrowed from Wayne–making him all the cuter. Tears filled Y/n's eyes as Eddie opened the box, revealing a small ring with one circular diamond in the middle.

Y/n knelt down in front of him, taking his face in her hands, bringing him into a long kiss, nodding into it, running her fingers through his curls. She pulled back, smiling at him brightly, kissing his nose before picking up the ring from the box, slipping it onto her finger.

Just say you won't let go

Y/n screamed out, squeezing Eddie's hand tighter and tighter as the nurse told her to push. She stopped, shaking her head as tears flowed down her cheeks. "I can't, I can't." She repeated, sobbing as Eddie kissed her temple comfortingly.

"It's almost over, my love. Just a little more, baby." Y/n looked into his eyes, nodding, pushing once more before finally hearing cries that weren't her own. She relaxed, closing her eyes as she laid her head back. Her eyes wide, shooting down to look at the doctor as she told her there was another.

After another few minutes of hell, Y/n took her two beautiful babies into her arms, both blessed with the big brown eyes of their father. She looked up at Eddie with a soft smile, pressing a kiss to both the little one's noses.

I'll wake you up with some breakfast in bed

I'll bring you coffee with a kiss on your head

Eddie shushed the two anxious kids as he opened the door softly, revealing a sleeping Y/n. The kids immediately ran, jumping on the bed to wake up their mother. Y/n groaned at the feeling of tiny feet trampling her, turning to shove her head in the pillow. "Wake up! Wake up!" They shouted, stopping their movements to sit next to Y/n under the covers.

Eddie walked in with an apologetic smile, leaning forward to kiss Y/n's head. "Sorry, love, told them to stay quiet but they didn't seem to listen." He rubbed the back of his neck, placing a tray full of Y/n's favorite breakfasts. Y/n sat up, looking at the meal with tired, happy eyes. "What's all this?" She yawned, tickling toddlers' stomachs. The two kids giggled, leaning up to peck her cheek simultaneously. "Happy mother's day, mama." She smiled at them, pulling them into a tight hug. "Thank you babies, I love you." She said softly as she kissed the top of each of their heads.

Eddie came back into the room, a mug of coffee and a card in hand. "Happy mother's day, beautiful." He mumbled against her lips, making the little one's screech out in disgust. "Eww!" The couple laughed against each other's lips, making a scene of kissing each other deeply.

And I'll take the kids to school

Wave them goodbye

Eddie let a tear fall down his cheek as he watched his little one's walk into the big middle school for the first time, smiling sadly at how fast they're growing up. He waved them off, his cheek missing the goodbye kisses they used to give as they went on their way.

He pulled out of the school parking lot, crying softly on the way home. He sat at the dining room table until Y/n got home from the night shift, crying in her arms. They stood like that for a while until Eddie's alarm went off to pick up the kids from school. He sniffed, pulling back to look into the eyes of his wife, smiling at her beauty. "I love you." She whispered, beating him to it. Eddie chuckled softly. "I love you more." Y/n shook her head, running her fingers through his hair. "Not possible."

And I'll thank my lucky stars for that night

Y/n sat at her home desk, typing up some emails, pausing as she rubbed her temple, struggling to keep her eyes open. She leaned back in her chair, her eyes moving to her and Eddie's wedding picture. She smiled at the memory, playing with the ring on her finger. Eddie walked in quietly, wrapping his arms around her tired frame. "Come to bed." He whispered in her ear, his voice raspy from sleep. "I'll be there in a minute, get some rest." Y/n mumbled, her eyes still on the picture.

Eddie followed her gaze, smiling at the picture on her desk. He kissed her neck lightly, turning her face to look at him. "I love you." Y/n's eyes fluttered closed as Eddie's kisses trailed down her chest. "Now come to bed." Y/n let him guid her to their shared room, falling asleep the moment her head hit the pillows. Eddie smiled down at her, kissing her forehead and getting into bed next to her, rolling over to turn off the light.

When you looked over your shoulder

For a minute, I forget that I'm older

Her fingers were pruned from how long she had been washing the dishes, scrubbing away at the mess of the dinners they ate that week. Eddie sat at the dining room table, strumming away at his guitar, writing down on his notepad every time he found something he liked. Y/n smiled at his soft humming, listening to the lyrics he added every so often.

"For a minute I forget that I'm older." He sang quietly, stopping to write it down. Y/n hummed a small tune, continuing washing the dishes as Eddie played the very same tune moments later. "Thanks, darling." Y/n looked back at him over her shoulder, the smile lines by her eyes prominent as she admired him. Eddie looked up at the feeling of her eyes, making funny faces at her to hear her laugh.

Y/n stepped away from the sink, turning it off before stopping in front of Eddie. She looked down at him, playing with his partially graying hair, staring lovingly into his eyes. "I love you." She sighed out, kissing the tip of his nose. Eddie smiled brighter, kissing her stomach, eyes looking up into Y/n's.

I wanna dance with you right now

Eddie hummed softly, taking Y/n's hand from her desk. Y/n looked up at him, slightly confused as he started dancing as she had done when they first met. Y/n laughed, standing with him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I wanna dance with you right now." He sang quietly before humming once again.

Y/n smiled against his shoulder, rocking gently. "I love you." She whispered. Eddie smiled. "I love you more." Y/n pulled back, biting his nose softly. "Not possible.

Oh, and you look as beautiful as ever

And I swear that everyday you'll get better

You make me feel this way somehow

Y/n turned around, clasping her necklace before patting down her dress. "How does this look?" She asked Eddie as he sat with his back against the headboard, tapping his pen against his notepad. "You look as beautiful as ever." He said as he stared at her in awe, writing down the words after a moment. Y/n kissed him on the cheek, laughing as he hid the paper from her view.

"Wish me luck." Eddie shook his head. "You won't need it, you're already the luckiest person in the world." He rolled his eyes, playfully gesturing to himself. Y/n chuckled, putting on her shoes before heading out.

I'm so in love with you

And I hope you know

Eddie read the words back over and over, smiling at the accuracy. He hummed the tune, strumming away at his guitar. With Y/n out he could finally practice the song he'd been working on for months, just past halfway done by now.

He looked at the clock on the wall after what felt like a few minutes, only to find that it'd been at least three hours. Seconds later the door opened and Y/n walked through. Her feet were sore from dancing and the lazy smile on her face suggested she had a few drinks. Eddie chuckled, standing up to take her hands in his, guiding her to their bed to rest.

Darling, your love is more than worth its weight in gold

Eddie smiled as Y/n unwrapped her gift, their matching Christmas sweaters sparkling under the Christmas lights. Their kids came home for Christmas, sitting around the coffee table as well as their partners. Y/n gasped at the small ring inside, the diamond much larger than the one on her ring finger. She looked up at Eddie with wide eyes, tears forming in them when he got down on one knee, taking the ring in his hand.

"Last time I tried this, I never got to say the speech I had planned so I thought I'd do that now." He cleared his throat, taking his wife's hand in his free one.

"Y/n, you're smile brightens my day, twinkles like the stars. Your laugh makes my day, your cries break my heart. I love you more than the sun loves the moon, so will you please do me the honor of being my wife." Eddie looked up into her eyes with all the love in the universe, he paused for a moment. "Again."

The room echoed with laughter of the people inside as Y/n nodded through the tears, holding his face to bring him into a kiss. "That was the cheesiest shit ever." Y/n laughed as she wiped her tears, stopping Eddie as he tried to take off the old ring, instead putting the new ring on her right hand.

We've come so far, my dear

Look how we've grown

And I wanna stay with you until we're grey and old

Eddie kissed Y/n's shoulder, listening to the soft snores she emitted as she slept. The room felt peaceful, Eddie felt calmed. He hummed the song from where he left off, picking up the notepad from the bedside table to write down the notes.

"I wanna stay with you until we're grey and old." He whispered as he wrote it, stopping once he heard movement from beside him, quickly closing the book to kiss his wife good morning.

Just say you won't let go

Y/n threw her shoes at Eddie as he walked into the room, his heart laced with guilt. He cried silent tears as he watched the love of his life sob in their shared bed. "I'm sorry." He whispered, kneeling next to ber on the bed. "I'm so sorry, my love." His voice cracked as he held her head in his hands, he kissed her forehead, hugging her tight. "I-" He started, stopping as he realized he had no excuse.

He instead sat beside his wife, crying as she curled up i to him. She sobbed softly into his neck, shaking her head. "Why?" He shook his head, running his fingers through her hair. "I don't know." He whispered.

"Do you love me?" Y/n's voice was small, her eyes looking everywhere but him. He held her face, looking into her eyes. "Of course I love you. You are the only person I will ever love, I swear. I am so sorry I ever did that to you. And I will spend the rest of my life hating myself for it. For hurting you."

Y/n looked down. She turned around, facing away from Eddie. "I don't hate you," She started, tears falling again, "I just need time to think." Eddie nodded, moving to stand. "Lay with me?" Eddie smiled sadly, laying back down, wrapping his arms around her. "Of course, my love." He kissed the shell of her ear, whispering softly. "I love you so, so much."

I wanna live with you

Even when we're ghosts

Eddie drove to the supermarket, buying a bouquet of Y/n's favorite flower, walking down the street with them in hand. He walked past an old couple, holding hands and sitting in the park, smiling at them as he realized that's what he wanted with Y/n.

He walked faster, running into the house, picking Y/n up and taking her to the couch to pepper kisses all over her face. She laughed as she pushed at his chest, smiling up at him. Eddie lifted the bouquet in between them, hiding his smile behind them. "What's this?" She took it in her hand, getting her arm pushed back against the cushion as he kissed her neck. "For you."

He kissed her lips, soft and slow, smiling against her lips. "I love you."

'Cause you were always there for me when I needed you most

Eddie whined, coughing into his elbow. The ice pack on his head was no longer cold. The thermometer on the table reading 105°. Y/n sighed, switching the ice pack as she sat next to him, a bowl of soup in hand. "Alright, c'mon. It'll make you feel better." Eddie pushed it away, careful not to spill any. Y/n rolled her eyes. "I already had to deal with two kids, I'm done with that. If you don't want to get better, that's your choice.

Eddie grumbled, taking the bowl, lifting the spool to blow on it before taking a sip. He hummed in delight, eating the rest in minutes. He turned to Y/n, pulling the best puppy-dog eyes he could manage, Y/n rolling her eyes and laying his head on her chest. "I'm gonna get sick you know." Eddie hummed contently, hugging her tighter. Y/n kissed his hair, laying back against the couch.

I'm gonna love you 'til

My lungs give out

Eddie huffed, bending over with his hands on his knees as he tries to regain his breath. The family went to the local park and the little ones wanted to play tag–which for some reason included Eddie. He shook his head, standing up once again. "No more, I'm out." The kids whined and groaned as Eddie walked away, sitting next to Y/n at the picnic tables.

"You're getting too old for that." Y/n smirked as she took a sip from her glass. Eddie placed a hand over his chest, feigning hurt. "I feel betrayed." He turned away from her, crossing his arms like a toddler. "Oh c'mon, you big baby." Y/n rolled her eyes, nudging Eddie with her shoulder. "It means we can spend more time together." She interlocked their fingers, resting her head on his shoulder, looking out at the family she and the man next to her built.

I promise 'til death we part like in our vows

So I wrote this song for you, now everybody knows

That it's just you and me 'til we're grey and old

Eddie and Y/n sat on the couch, cuddled up together as a movie played. He looked down at the woman he loved with everything in him, a soft smile on his face. He kissed her cheek, holding her tighter to him.

Just say you won't let go

Oh, just say you won't let go

Eddie finished, setting his guitar down, a small blush covering his cheeks. He looked down at the floor, too nervous to loom up into her eyes. Y/n smiled like she smiled when they first got engaged, like their wedding day, like when their children took their first steps, like when those same children graduated high school. She looked at him with complete and utter love in her eyes, and behind it all, pride. Pride for the man she had loved for all those years, and the many years to come.

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