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#gorgeous#soothing yet slightly creepy#instrumental#indie electronica#lofi#lo-fi#lo-fi beats#hot sugar#coffin in the clouds#music#pastel#pastel aesthetic#creepy cute
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I just realized something:
Cloud enlisted for SOLDIER at 14 (and then failed the exam but he DID enlist. This means it was legally or at least procedurally allowed).
Sephiroth, in First Soldier, states that Shinra is using him to promote their recruitment policy change.
This could mean Shinra lowered the recruitment age thanks to Sephiroth's mission. 'Look at this amazing hero! Look at all he's done! Don't you want to be just like him? Well with the SOLDIER program, you can! Even at 14 years old, you can become a hero too!" Or something like that.
My point is, I think First Soldier did tell us how old Sephiroth was.
Sephiroth is fourteen: the new minimum recruitment age.
This matches up with the Jenova project dates. Jenova was confirmed an ancient on 7/7/1977. The Jenova Project was approved 9/13/1977. First Soldier takes place 1992. It all tracks.
#ffvii#final fantasy vii#ff7#sephiroth#final fantasy 7#cloud strife#ff7ec#i know i did the math and all but this feels like the nail in the coffin
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Man… I can’t wait to actually have Cid and Vincent as playable characters here in another six to ten years on the PS7.
#vincent valentine#cloud strife#shinra manor#coffin#ffvii rebirth#final fantasy vii rebirth#final fantasy
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My headcanon is Julias great at sex, but Andrew doesnt appreciate it because hes thinking about Ashley, but Ashley sucks at sex and gets by on Andrews deep incest kink. Julias giving next level sloppy toppy and Andrews wondering if Ashley wants to watch a few more episodes of House tonight, then few months later Ashleys giving the worlds worst head and Andrews in a coma because hes obsessed with her
Oh my god Julia I need to save you myself and get you a better boyfriend Andrew really fumbled an emo baddie this bad
I also love Andrew's incest kink here now it's gonna be canon to me that he regardless of Ashley just has an incest kink. The guy hella jerks off to brocon doujinshis
Why is the idea of Ashley being a total mess in all senses but just naturally being the living embodiment of everything Andrew adores so he's obsessed with her so cute I want what they have
And just Julia giving it her all to please this guy but he's just thinking about watching TV and slasher movies with his little sister. Julia can only tell he's getting into it when he starts pulling on her hair like it's a ponytail
Ashley on the other hand is a total virgin with zero experience of any sort who doesn't even really know how to touch herself let alone anybody else and Andrew is whimpering and moaning and smashing her face against him like he needs it or else he's going to die because he's just that obsessed with her
This gives Ashley an unimaginable ego boost
#Andrew's just out here in cloud seven because little sister head is just that good inherently#dude julia is such a baddie andrew didnt deserve her#the coffin of andy and leyley#andrew graves#ashley graves#julia#soleil asks#tcoaal
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Yes!!!!! And also a time traveler that no longer fits in anywhere.
The people they loved and managed to connect with despite everything no longer being able to relate to them. Them not experiencing the same traumas that once tied them so tightly together.
The time traveler seeing their once peers as children now, no matter how old they get. Who views adults as peers but is only looked down on in turn.
This is why the Chaos Theory AU fucks me up so much and why I had to have one person who even sort of remembered.
Because Cloud knows in a distant way that in an ideal world he will never see most of his friends again. Not in a way he will recognize them. Not in a way they will recognize him. He doesn’t understand it but he knows.
He knows when he learns how to read a calendar and realizes Yuffie hasn’t been born.
He knows when he hears news about the possibility of a Shinra space program in the works.
He knows whenever he hears news about Corel.
He knows every time Tifa looks at him and sees another kid rather than her friend.
He knows that he will never have his friends again, never be able to cling to them as tightly as he dared with his enhanced strength and have them cling back just as tightly. Knows that their little unit that seemed so closely knit will likely never even cross paths.
Tbh without Vincent sort of remembering him through Chaos he might have shattered entirely in this horrific new reality where nothing has happened yet but each and every one of them are walking a tightrope only he knows about.
He misses them, of course he does, sometimes so much that he can’t breathe through it, but he knows that if everything goes right they will never miss him in return.
He wants it to go right.
He wants his family back.
#the elf talks#chaos theory au#ff7#without Vincent baby boy would have shattered completely#he needs somone else there who knows#I cannot stop thinking about little cloud sobbing his heart out on Vincent’s chest with him still half in the coffin babbling about how Tifa#doesn’t know him and yuffie isn’t born#a million half remembered tragedies and the fractured pieces of people who stood beside him that he will never get back without the bad part
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Funeral Procession - A Mountain Chieftain's Funeral - The Burial of Alaric
by Francis Danby
#funeral procession#mountain#chieftain#funeral#burial#alaric#art#francis danby#flames#night#procession#torches#casket#coffin#moon#clouds#europe#european#history
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And if I said I died at this exact moment, then what?🤭
#final fantasy 7 rebirth#ff7 rebirth#final fantasy#ff7#he's back!!!#think i scared my brother when i saw that coffin fly open😭#bit mean they never let us see his face but we saw him enough!!#Missed seeing the turks in this trailer though🥺#we got rufus and zack though to make it up for it#still can't wait to see whats going on with zack and the other cloud in midgar
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"I'll be your mirror" by Velvet Underground in Crowley's playlist -> I'm dead, discorporated, gone, reduced to a million of weeping atoms I'm-
Also the idea of Crowley diving into his Bentley after the "naked man friend" moment and just blasting Queen's "I'm in love with my car" to """get back""" at Azira while screaming inside (&outside) <- Real.
#the cloud can speak oh boi#Good Omens#<- gonna start tagging so others can mute if I become even more insufferable (it will happen <3)#Was I expecting either I'll Be Your Mirror or Pale Blue Eyes for his playlist? Yeah. Was I hoping for After Hours to be there also? y ea h;#Lowkey glad Old Fashioned Loverboy isnt on there because that could've actually been the final nail in my coffin after what we got lately a#TAKE ME TO CHURCH THOUGH EXCUSE ME-#did AO3's spectre posses the one managing the GO PV account??? UHH???#Would've expected Unknown or From Eden more but my god they just went DIRECT WITH IT#CROWLEY DARLING YOU GONNA BURN STOP-#Am I really unwell over a playlist? Oh my god what is GO doing to me-#also the other songs I uhhh- still gotta listen to them 👉👈 I'm not as cultured I'm afraid A-#Now I shall go culture myself in music whoop-
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Oh no another coffin girl for my ass to be obsessed with
#good#just got her#now that i mention coffin girls i should post more clotho#well neural cloud is fucking unexistant in tumblr
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Another Drop
Jikiro Takami | Present Night | Takami Estate
Jikiro didn’t think anything of it when Hanabi left for several nights at a time.
She had her own business to attend to, her own friends and life outside of the estate. He knew she’d always come back eventually; it had been her home longer than it would ever be his, though he was in no hurry to go to space. Jamie couldn’t go, Viltau didn’t want to, and he doubted Velour had any desire to leave yet either.
What reason did he have to move on when everyone he knew and cared about was here? His staff and his other friends like Sarang and Ullane showed no desire to leave Alternia. He didn’t know Linnae as well, but he imagined they weren’t interested in joining the fleet either.
Plus, there was the business. He couldn’t just leave it...though he was starting to wonder if Viltau wasn’t right, and he should try to negotiate with his signmates about sharing its management.
It wasn’t that he hated running it. Quite the opposite; he’d had some good times, was having them again now that things had cooled down.
It still took him away from his quadrants and his true passions far more than he would have liked.
He wanted it to succeed, for his own sake and because it was expected of him, but the sheer time drain was becoming less and less appealing. All he wanted to do, if he was honest with himself, was manage the ink-making department. It would still take plenty of attention and energy, but god, he’d have so much more fun. He’d have so much more freedom - to be with Jamie and Viltau, to train Velour, to travel. To paint, to explore, to learn more magic.
He rubbed his eyes, not caring that he slightly spotted them with ink, and looked down at the current mix he was perfecting from the nettles Linnae had helped him gather. It still wasn’t quite right; the consistency was too thin, and the color wasn’t the exact hue he wanted. But he’d get there, and he could tell by how his mind was wandering that he wasn’t going to make much more progress at the moment.
So the tealblood cleaned his desk and packed up his tools, leaving his workshop neat as always. He yawned as he walked outside and back to his hive, just about ready to fall into his recuperacoon without even taking his clothes off -
“Jikiro.”
“Mmffwhat?” He mumbled, blearily registering that it was his lusus’s voice. He stood over the green slime, then backed away from it with a sigh because he realized her tone had been quite serious.
He turned around to face her troll form and the wriggler she had with her, who stared up at him with big gray eyes and small, almost unnoticeable horns.
Wait.
“Who’s. That.” He said slowly, blinking and squinting through half-asleep eyes.
Was it some wriggler one of the lowbloods had clinging to their heels, or a kid separated from their lusus, or -
“Her name’s Kanako.” Hanabi said lovingly, if with some tiredness.
“I suppose Iza made good on all her promises, even in death.”
Oh no. Oh shit.
Jikiro woke back up as surely as if he’d had cold water thrown over him, his dark eyes widening.
“No way. You can’t be…”
But even as he trailed off, Hanabi bent over to gently pick up the wriggler, who squirmed, and presented her to the ink maker.
He saw that her tiny horns were simply a miniature of his own, and he was sure that when she bled she’d be as teal as any Takami.
The wriggler reached out with her little arm and slapped him on one scarred cheek.
Stunned for a moment, Jikiro then broke into helpless laughter. So this really was happening.
“Damn, okay, kid.”
“You stop that.” Scolded Hanabi. “No swearing around her.”
“That’s gonna be a hard one and you know it.” He groaned.
“You will manage.”
“Guess I have no choice, huh.” He said, dragging a hand down his face. “F - darn, where’s she gonna sleep?”
“She’s in one of the guest rooms for now. But you’ll have to start moving out to the mentor’s hive.”
Jikiro blinked. Fucking hell. He’d known it would happen one night, but he wasn’t even twenty. This wriggler was at least a sweep old, from the look of her. Had Izanam known about Kanako the whole time, keeping her in reserve for when she finally made him lose every scrap of credibility he had left?
His mother must’ve guessed his thoughts, for she sighed and put Kanako back down, putting her hand to his shoulder.
“I wasn’t sure until recently, little Ji…and as far as I know, Iza never knew about her.”
“You said no one else in the bloodline knew what I was either, and she did.” He grumbled.
A rare moment of regret crossed the tanuki’s round face.
“I should have guessed. It was…the last inscribed before you, the one I mentioned before? Chiiyo was Iza’s mentor. Iza must have found out about her without me knowing. I had thought otherwise, because Chi pushed everyone away as she grew older…” Hanabi sighed.
Jikiro winced. Goddamn, he hated feeling a little bad for Izanam of all people.
Not enough to regret Vil killing her, though.
“Man. Okay. I need sleep.” He said, finishing the sentence with a yawn. “I’ll figure this out in the evening. What a news blast this is gonna be for everyone.”
He tried to climb into his recuperacoon, but became aware of a small weight clinging to his leg.
He looked down.
“Your signmate needs to sleep, you little mochi ball. Scoot.”
Kanako looked up at him with big gray eyes and said nothing. Nor did she move.
He groaned as Hanabi laughed softly.
The tealblood sighed deeply and leaned down to pick her up…which made her detach herself, kick him in the shin, and attempt to push him over.
Mystified, Jikiro watched all this with blinking eyes.
“I think she wants to sleep on you.” Said the tanuki with amusement.
“I’m not a - “ The midblood paused. “Okay, just because Jamie and Viltau do it…”
“It seems you have a third customer.”
“Man, I’m not actually a bed.”
“Hush. Lie down and let her rest.”
The tealblood could not believe this was where his night had gone, but he dutifully walked over to the nearest couch, arranged it so he’d at least be marginally comfortable, and laid down.
The wriggler nigh-immediately clambered on his belly, laid down, and closed her eyes.
Of course. This was his life now.
The undead sighed, and finally passed out as well.
#cloud writes#jikiro takami#hanabi#I've had this loaded in my chekhov's gun since [checks] The Long Way Down#aka November of last year#had Izanam not been so righteously slaughtered this would've been the final nail in the coffin of her plan
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...thinking about the song EveR ∞ LastinG ∞ NighT and thinking about fitting it into wh
#cloud posts#mostly because of the very beginning...#'try to remember now;' 'how did it all begin?'#'a letter on a stormy night;' 'who was it who was betrayed...?'#'take the 'truth' you wanted gone‚' 'and hide it in the coffins...'#'tonight we shall perform it once again:' 'a most magnificent night...'#literally.#hell.#doesn't it feel like noel???#trying to keep claire alive????#or smth like that???#idk#just????#song.
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earrings you want to buy earrings you want to buy some earrings you want earrings you want new earrings
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Regarding the grave, that’s what everyone’s been assuming, since Mr Swales was found dead by his seat near the grave and that dog went berserk were its own trued to bring it near and became paralyzed with fear once brought near it by force.
ohh that makes sense, i assumed it was just because swales had been killed by a vampire. i think i have to reread the bit where mina finds lucy, i completely lost track of what she was seeing and just brushed past it, i thougt she saw a dracula/spooky figure on the steps up the hill and followed him.
#dracula daily#i gotta reread where swales death is mentioned too because wait how did he get in the grave?? snuck in under the coffin? what?#sliding in as a fog cloud when they fill up the grave? surely there was better ways to keep out of the sunlight
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The Princess and the Vampire Kids Bedroom (CC Pack for The Sims 4)
I'm happy to share my latest CC pack with you, the magical realms of "The Princess and the Vampire Kids Bedroom". This CC pack is a celebration of childhood fantasies, with two distinct themes: the grace of a princess and the mystique of a vampire.
Imagine a bedroom that captures the whimsy of a fairy tale princess or the playful spookiness of a vampire's lair. It's not just furniture; it's an adventure waiting to unfold!
In the Princess Bedroom, elegant fantasy takes center stage. A canopy with drapes and an elegant puffy bed that are fit for royalty. In addition to other items such as a brand new activity table, a rug with cute designs, a little cloud wall lamp to enhance the room, and some other elements perfect for your little prince or princess. This bedroom is out of a fairy tale.
On the other hand, the Vampire Bedroom brings iconic vampire aesthetics to life in a kid-friendly way. Think bat-themed decor, coffin-shaped bed that's both spooky and inviting. A toy box with some mysterious plush friends and a cute Dracula lamp. It's a perfect blend of darkness and fun that'll leave your little Sims feeling enchanted. I can't wait to see your Sims' kids embark on fantastical journeys in these enchanting bedrooms! 🌈🏰🧛♂️
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Finnick Odair would be obsessed with getting you cockdrunk.
His biggest pride is giving you pleasure. Any pleasure. Brushing your hair out of your eyes, getting out a knot in your shoulder, giving you a little sweet treat. But his absolute favorite is to give you mind-numbing, thought erasing pleasure from his tongue, fingers, cock, anything.
Starting off with just his hand down your panties as you watch a movie, soft circles onto your clit, kissing your neck as you whine from his ministrations.
”Wanna cum like this, sugar? Just say the word.”
Then he’d let his fingers move into you. Curving and curling them, letting them explore at first, before locking in on the target to get you to gush around him. And by your second orgasm you’re seeing stars. Placing his fingers in his mouth, cleaning them with his tongue, which then makes him desperate to properly taste you.
Letting his fingers re-enter you, tongue flicking over your clit at an impressive pace. And as your head is starting to spin, you are starting to beg. ‘Please don’t stop’, ‘please keep going’, ‘please it’s too much’, pushing his head away from your center.
And Finnick looks up at you with his beautiful eyes, promising you that he just wants to clean you up, just going to gather up the last of your orgasm. So you agree, his smile so radiating and grateful as he carefully starts licking around you. But that bleeds into his tongue dipping into your cunt, moving it in waves that make your walls clench.
And as you’re coming down from that familiar high, your thoughts are turning fuzzy. So fuzzy that you barely notice how Finnick grips your hips, tossing you around so he can take you from behind. But he’ll keep playing with you, blunt head of his cock teasing your entrance before rubbing against your clit.
The delicious stretch from his cock is soon replaced with pleasure that makes your arms give out.
“Aww is that difficult?” Finn coos from behind you, moving your arms to their original place, “you should not have to do anything difficult, honey.”
And this sick man will wrap his arm around your waist to play with your most sensitive nerve, the last nail in the coffin for pushing out any and every thought in your head, leaving you in a white cloud of just him.
“Should only have to be pretty and take my cock” he mumbles into your hair, “no thoughts needed, yeah? Just cock. You’d like that, huh?”
And your only answer is a quiet, incoherent babble <3
#finnick odair smut#finnick odair#finnick odair imagine#finnick odair blurb#finnick odair x reader#finnick x reader#finnick odair x you
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rockstar!eddie x shy!reader , christmas party shenanigans, shes so sweet she made cookies & sweets for everyone but she wasn’t asked to , run ins w celebs 🤭
hope u like it angel!! — a rockstar flirts with eddie munson’s girl minutes before corroded coffin plays a show (shy!reader, established relationship, fluff, 1.4k)
blurbcember ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚
Corroded Coffin’s got their own green room — backstage at one of the biggest music festivals of the year. There’s a team of people dressed in black waiting at their beck and call. Eddie’s pretty sure KISS is in the suite down the hall. As a boy from Middle of Nowhere, Indiana, he doesn’t feel very deserving of any of it.
He feels like he’s dreaming, really. The only thing keeping him from pinching himself is Dustin and Lucas’ roughhousing and Steve’s stupid belly laugh. Having all his childhood friends here is strangely humbling.
Eddie lazes on an expensive leather chair, totally unsure of what to do with himself when he’s not holding you. He’s trying to get comfortable in the foreign leather drab that stylists put him in when the door yawns open. It swings with such ferocity that the metal knob slams against the opposite wall with a low thud. It isn’t any surprise that the culprit is Robin Buckley.
She storms in first, followed more quietly by you some seconds later.
“Woah, woah, woah— what happened?” Eddie wonders aloud, already on edge with anxiety. Robin swooping in like a dark grey storm cloud doesn’t make it any better.
You shrug with a tin of Christmas cookies in your hand. Some are already missing because you wanted to pass them out to the workers. “It’s not like I don’t have enough to go around,” you’d said with a shy chuckle, nodding to the table lined with homemade pastries. You always bake when you’re nervous.
“We bumped into someone on the way back,” you explain in a gentle murmur, mindful of the emotional girl across the room. “I think she might’ve known him…”
“You didn’t recognize him?” Robin blurts from where she’s flopped on the leather couch. Her eyes go wide, the edges of them smudged with brown eyeliner. The look she gives you makes you cower.
“…No?”
“That was Roger Taylor,” she tells you. And then, when it still doesn’t hit you— “From Queen.”
Your doe eyes flood with a similar, more innocent look of shock. “That’s who that was?”
Robin groans and shoves her face into the fluffy throw pillow beneath her. She decides to talk to the only person in the room who could understand her and her wild emotions. Steve, sitting next to her with cookie crumbs all over his mouth, somehow manages to cipher her mumbled, emotional slurs.
“You don’t get it— it was like seeing an angel, Steve. He was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen— and I don’t even like men!”
“Yeah, so that’s definitely saying something,” the boy mumbles through a mouthful of pastry.
Eddie, still wide-eyed with amazement, turns to look up at you. You’re lingering at his side, a sweet thing dressed in pastel pink. He reaches over to smooth a hand over your pale tights. His ringed fingers are almost achingly warm when they curl around the back of your thigh. He tilts his chin to smile at you with all his teeth.
“I thought you loved Queen, babe,” he chuckles, squeezing gently at your leg.
“I do,” you insist, always shy in your way, as you shift your weight on your feet. Your sheepish gaze flits to the tray in your hand — to the hand-made snowmen, trees, and snowflakes. “I just didn’t know that’s what he looked like.”
“Was he pretty?” Eddie teases with a knowing squint in his chocolate eyes.
You shrug, burning with misplaced embarrassment. “I don’t know… I didn’t really look,” you mutter. His chest swells with something short of pride. “They just wanted to try my cookies—”
“That’s what she said,” Gareth quips. Followed by an audible slap when Jeff reaches over to smack him. “—Ow!”
“Was Freddie Mercury there?” Dustin wonders from across the room, smiling wide at the thought. His giggle is boyish and high-pitched. “That’d be insane.”
You shake your head in response. “No— but now that I think about it, that’s probably why they said they needed to take some extra for Fred. There was another guy there, though.”
“Yeah?” Eddie lilts to egg you on.
“Yeah. He kinda looked like a poodle—”
“Brian May!” the room choruses.
“Um…” you mumble under your breath. “Maybe?”
“One of the best guitarists of our time Brian May?” Robin wonders, a tad bit dramatic, and filled with life all over again. “Astrophysicist and super genius Brian May?”
Your smile is innocent and utterly sincere. “Oh, he’s an astrophysicist? That’s so cool!”
Robin groans again, and you flinch.
“…What?”
“Nothing,” Eddie answers for her, squeezing your leg to bring your attention back to him again. His rosy grin widens when your eyes meet his. “You’re just cute.”
Your face heats like it’s the first time he’s ever complimented you. Your warm cheek tilts to your shoulder as you smile quietly back at him. “Well, thank you,” you mutter shyly.
“Why can’t anything good happen to me?” Robin whines.
Steve doesn’t mean to laugh, but it tumbles out before he can stop it. “It did happen to you. You were there.”
“Well, it didn’t feel good at the time!”
The door creaks open again. Nancy and Jonathan walk in together, fashionably late. It wouldn’t be surprising if she stopped a couple of musicians for impromptu interviews and didn’t take ‘no’ for an answer — bound to be on the front page of Hawkins Post come Sunday morning.
Jonathan, however, looks a little bit dazed. “Is that— Is that Queen in the hallway?” he whispers to the group of you, like he’s scared the band might hear him.
“Yep,” Robin deadpans in response, popping the p.
“Ooh. Smells like a bakery in here,” Nancy lilts with a pretty pink smile.
You get all shy because it’s entirely your fault. “Yeah. Sorry. I kinda… went overboard with the cookies.”
“Don’t be sorry. I love when you bake us stuff,” she assures you, then bites the head off of a sugary snowman. She sighs at the heavenly taste and nods with it stuck in her cheek. “Don’t ever, ever be sorry.”
You giggle all pretty in response.
Jonathan reaches into the tray and pulls out a crumpled piece of paper. “Woah. What’s this?”
“Oh. Shit. Sorry. I meant to throw that away—”
Nancy rips it from his hands. She straightens it out as best she can and squints when she finds writing on the back of it. She grins like she’s found some kind of hidden treasure.
“Wait, this is someone’s phone number,” she announces to the rest of them room. She reads it out loud for all of you, each of you on the edges of your metaphorical seats. “Thanks for the cookies, but I bet you taste sweeter. I’m free after the show. Call me. Roger.”
The room goes deadly silent.
Eddie is among the gaping mouths of shock, unsure if he should be jealous or amused.
“He wanted to try your cookies, alright,” Gareth chuckles under his breath. Jeff snorts out a laugh, then reaches over to slap him again. The curly-haired boy cowers. “Oh, come on! You thought it was funny, too!”
“Let me see that,” Eddie insists, rising on his feet to take the paper from Nancy’s painted fingertips.
His brown eyes flit back and forth as he reads it for himself. Once, then twice, then a few more times after that. He’s about to play a show for thousands of people, yet this is somehow harder for him to grasp.
“Roger Taylor wants to fuck my girlfriend,” he murmurs in amazement to himself.
For some reason, feeling the need to defend yourself, you rush to get the words out. “I didn’t know that’s what that was, Eds, I swear— I figured he thought I worked here, and he was just giving me his trash to throw away.”
Eddie turns to you, still silent. His chocolate eyes are slightly glazed over as he blinks at you — the sweetest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on, so polite in her shyness and aloof with it, too.
Still in a state of subtle disbelief about all of this — the phone number, the looming performance, and the fact he ever landed you in the first place — he shakes his wild head with a dumbfounded smile.
“I love the shit outta you, you know that?” he says with a burst of low, boyish laughter. He doesn’t give you the opportunity to answer before wrapping you up in his leather-clad arms and pressing a smothering kiss to your mouth.
#published by bug#eddie munson x reader#stranger things x reader#eddie munson#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#stranger things#stranger things imagine#stranger things fanfic#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things fic#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fic#eddie munson fanfiction#st drabbles#eddie spaghetti drabble#event: blurbcember
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