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roll for initiative (part two of lessons in alchemy)
barista!eddie munson x fem!barista!reader AU
summary: You venture into your new position at Eddie's cafe, but you seem to be having a hard time. Eddie gives you hell for refusing to be trained. The confrontation comes to a head after you say something you shouldn't have. A heated game of DnD leaves you wondering about the purpose of this place. Things heat up after you and Eddie close the store alone.
cw: 6.8k words, swearing, modern setting, Eddie and reader being mean to each other, shitty description of a DnD game, teeny bit of angst (sorry), horny sexual tension, smut, spanking, choking, not quite piv yet, fingering, denial this is 18+ minors dni!!
a/n: Surprise! One day early because I'm an impatient little shit. i dunno how to play DnD i'm going off whatever my boyfriend tells me. also kill em all IS the best metallica album, argue with the wall. Debated on making it a two- parter but i wanted to get to the smut <3 pls like and reblog! feedback always appreciated and my ask box is always open if u wanna talk!!!
baby taglist: @corrodedcoffincumslut, @sleepy-bunnie,, @crybabyddl (let me know if you want to be added!)
Eddie's right.
You're indeed crashing and burning as you make those stupidly named lattes, but the rest of the crew is nice enough to help you along the way. Virginia really is coming into her own, quickly mastering every drink that is thrown her way.
Yet you can't shake off the feeling of Eddie stalking towards you, his hot breath on your face. How it didn’t scare you, rather, it excited you. You enjoy picking fights with him, ripping him apart and him doing the same to you. It's not healthy, but it helps with your anger.
“Those were three pumps of elderflower. I believe you need four for a large, sweetheart. Crashing and burning so soon?” he comes up behind you, startling you.
“Get the fuck off of me before I throw this scalding hot drink at you” not when you're working. You cannot take his taunts while working.
“Just checking up on you” he shrugs “maybe you might have changed your mind about me training you. I know these are not the dumb little detox drinks you do at your cafe. Which is really what makes the store much more interesting and attractive, doesn’t it?”
“Eddie I swear to God” it becomes more than taunts. He seriously wants to fuck with your brain.
“Jeff” he snaps his fingers towards the guy “I’m gonna go take my lunch, you’re in charge ‘til I’m back” his attention diverts away from you for a second, then back to you. “Could you be a dear and make me an extra hot flat white with almond milk? Add a couple pumps of Irish cream syrup in there. I’m expecting a white dot, after all if you’re so perfect you don’t need training that’s gonna be a walk in the park for ya, huh?” he leans against the counter and he’s so condescending it makes your knees tremble.
“Yeah, duh. I’ll spit in it for ya too. Sounds good?” you panic a bit. Flat whites are not your forte.
“I knew you’ve been spitting in my drinks, sweetheart. Kinda hot, to be honest. But that’s a violation, wouldn’t wanna get Jim involved, do we?” he raises his eyebrows at you, looking down at you, making you feel like a coffee bean on the ground. Kinda hot.
“I was just joking, dickhead”
“Hm. Better be. Another filthy word from you and I’m sending you home.” he whispers. “Alright, going on my lunch. Virginia, you’re off you can go home, Chrissy, take your last break in thirty minutes” and with that, he disappears to one of the tables, watching you make his drink.
That should be a form of cruel and unusual punishment. Just him staring at you, making sure you get his drink right. Pull two ristretto shots.
You aren't buzzing anymore, rather, your brain begins shutting off, drained by all the tension that has been building between you and Eddie. Two pumps of Irish cream. Maybe you actually aren't good enough to be here. Froth the almond milk. Maybe he's right, maybe you are meant to work in a mediocre cafe, making shitty drinks. Espresso first, then milk. You aren't good enough for this level of mastery.
Fuck. No white dot.
You tremble as you walk towards Eddie, sitting at his table, watching you bring him a cup of mediocre coffee.
“No white dot” he says, looking at you with displeasure.
“I’m sorry, I-”he interrupts you.
“You wanna get trained or are you gonna be a little know-it-all and then deliver me this?” he sips on his flat white.
“Ok, fine. Train me, whatever.”Embarrassment overtakes you, wanting a hole to form under your feet and engulf you.
He's right, he has been right all along. Tears begin to prick at your eyes.
“You okay there? Y’know I was joking, right? It doesn’t matter I just-” a spark of guilt lights itself in his throat, you look like you're about to cry.
“Can I take a second?” you say, the knot in your throat threatening to snap any second.
“Yeah, um go- go take your break” he breathes. Fuck, he's made you cry.
You run off towards the back, wanting to disappear. Everything that has happened within those past two days begin to wash over you.
Your cafe is gone, the project you had worked on with your dad before he got sick, gone for the next year. And he’d likely not see it reopen.
Eddie being an asshole, holding a grudge on you because you took his customers, making your life a living hell.
You sit in the back as you wipe some tears that fell from your eyes. Across the room, there's a door that you have not seen before, and it's ajar.
Curiosity gets the best of you, as you walk into a small, secluded room. It's full of beakers and jars of ingredients, really selling the whole alchemist thing. You look through the ingredients elderflower, rose, peppermint, honey, basil. Basil syrup sounds disgusting.
You turn towards the work bench, noticing a bottle full of clear liquid labeled lavender syrup. You open it and immediately smell the astringent flavor coming from the bottle. You pour some on your finger and take a taste. Ew.
He needs a better lavender syrup recipe.
“The fuck are you doing in here?” Eddie’s voice makes you drop the bottle to the floor, shattering and spilling the astringent liquid on the floor.
“Oh- shit sorry! I was just- i just got curious”
“You can’t just come in here and act like you own the place. Curious my ass, you were trying to steal” he accuses, and that hurts you.
“You know I won’t fucking do that, I take my work seriously. Also your lavender syrup tastes like ass, and basil syrup? That sounds foul” you wince, stepping over the broken glass, to make your way back to the front.
He grabs your arm and stops you. “Aren’t you gonna clean that up? Broom’s in the closet” he says, offering you a smug smile.
“Get the fuck away from me, asshole” you reply, jerking away from his grip.
“Alright that’s it” is all he says before he slams you against the wall.
He's close. He's so fucking close.
Your back slams against the brick, hitting a random canvas panel. You can feel his breath on your face, the smell of coffee and cologne inundating your senses.
“You have been a fucking pain in my ass since you opened your dumb little cafe. You’ve been rude, unruly, untidy and down right mean towards me, and I’m fucking over it” he seethes, he has you caged in between his tattooed arms and all you can think of is tracing every line of his tattoos with the tips of your fingers.
“It’s been four fucking hours, y’hear me? Four hours and I’m sick of you. Y’think you’re cute? You’re a fucking brat, sweetheart, and I don’t like dealing with brats like you.” Your stomach feels funny, like you're taking on a challenge rather than a scolding.
“Clean your shit up and go home, I don’t wanna see your fucking face today. Come back when you have gained some common sense in that empty fucking head” he lowers his arms, but you aren't done.
“Or what? You think you’re so scary, Eddie, with your stupid tattoos, your fucking stupid hair and your stupid satanic shirts. I don’t give a shit who you are, I’m employed to work here and you can’t fucking send me home because you don’t like me. I’ll fucking report you, freak”
Freak. His breath hitches at that, years of high school bullying getting under his skin again, making him swallow hard at the unwelcome memory of being slammed against a locker on Monday mornings before class. He stiffens up.
“Alright” he swallows “clean this up and get back to work, I don’t wanna see you right now” you notice that his demeanor has changed, you visibly hit a nerve. Guilt pools at your chest.
“But what about- about the training?” you ask, voice hitching.
“I’ll get Gareth to train you, Virginia should have gone home already. That way we’re both happy. Take tomorrow off, I’ll see you Tuesday” and with that he leaves.
He keeps himself buried in his office until the end of your shift. He can't bear to stand the sight of you, not after you had called him a freak. That stung more than whatever stupid insult you could have flung his way.
When you turn up on Tuesday, Eddie is nowhere to be found.
“He took the day off,” Steve says. And you feel real fucking bad. You're scheduled for a mid- shift from three to seven.
“Hey” Jeff says “we’re closing early today ‘cause we’re doing a DnD campaign after. Since Eddie’s not here, would you mind taking over for me so I can start setting up? We close at six-thirty, so after that you can, like, sweep, do dishes and then you can go home”
You aren't in the mood for a snide remark or a witty comment, so you just agree. “Is Eddie gonna be here tonight?” you ask. You’ve been trying to hound him to apologize for whatever happened the day before, it's clear he's avoiding you.
He was supposed to be on the schedule.
“Yeah uh” he replies “he’s our DM, so we kinda need him” he shrugs.
“DM?” you froth a cup of oatmilk, turning towards him while he's making his drinks.
“Yeah. Dungeon Master?” he gives you a Isn’t that obvious? expression and goes back to his iced hazelnut macchiato.
“Kinky” you retort, he laughs a bit.
At six-thirty you lock up the store and you confine yourself to the back for dishes. Keeping an ear out for Eddie’s voice, hoping he’d show up before 7.
Colette left with Steve to work on the Halloween menu and “I don’t fuck with that nerd stuff” said Steve, fixing his glasses after putting his coat on.
“…no Henderson you don’t get it “Kill ‘Em All” is definitely Metallica’s best album, are you shitting me? …No don’t come at me with that “Enter Sandman” bullshit you’re so basic for that, you fucking poser” your ears perk up at that. It's definitely Eddie.
You peek your head out of the back door to see him set up a big table, followed by a bunch of what look like high school students as they sit down, with their spiral notebooks and pens.
A bunch of small figurines scattered on the cardboard mat as Eddie sits at the head of the table, pulling out a leather bound folder covered in stickers and a cardboard screen.
They're serious about this.
You're too busy staring at the crowded table to notice Eddie running towards you.
"Daddy didn't teach you it's rude to stare?"
You press yourself against the green tile wall to let him pass, words caught in your throat as you follow him into his office.
"Apparently daddy didn't teach you that stalking is bad either. What is it? Need somethin'?" he spits out and you can feel the venom in his words.
"Yeah, I just" you clear your throat. Talking was hard. He cocks an eyebrow at you as he begins rummaging through his desk drawers.
"Well?"
"I just wanted to apologize for-"
"For being a bitch the other day? Took you long enough" he scoffs as he retrieves a small tin box containing what you assume are dice.
"Um- yeah. I guess that" you shrug and turn your feet to leave the door.
"I need to hear you say it, sweetheart. It's not a real apology otherwise, is it?" he has this ability to make you feel so incredibly small with only the power of his words. Like he's talking to a toddler.
"I don't think that's necessary, Eddie, I mean um- I have to get back to work" you protest.
"You can go back to work when you give me a full apology" he's ticking you off, gloating in his victory of you admitting defeat. The white banner you're waving slowly turning red.
"You're being a cunt, take the apology and go play your stupid nerd game" you snap, and you can see his lips curling in a wicked grin. Challenge accepted.
"All this talk of me kicking you to the curb for your filthy mouth really isn't sticking huh? Sorry sweetheart, can't accept an apology you don't mean" he shrugs, heading out of his office, you follow him suit.
"Eddie what the fuck?! Are you actually mental?" you want to strangle him, shove those dice so far down his throat he chokes and dies.
"I'd recommend you scrub those dishes really hard, I can still see the grime on the blenders. If you'll excuse me, I gotta lead my party through the rivers of Bagodan" he winks and then he walks over to his table, leaving you mortified.
You do a once- over with the dishes, while hearing Eddie's shrill voice screech and laugh every time one of his players miss. What's so fucking funny about a couple kids rolling dice?
"Looks like you've made it to the last river" he narrates in a solemn voice, deeper, hotter "Oh, but what is that? You hear shrieking from a distance. It's a sphynx. To cross the river you have to behead the sphynx and bring it to the king of Bagodan. Only then he will grant you access to the wings of Saurion the Elder, and you... will be... free" he says in a whispered tone.
"What do you do, my brave adventurers?"
"Shit" you hear one of the kids swear, he's tall with black hair. "We don't have enough hit points to kill the sphynx AND get through the king's palace guards"
"You’re astute dipshit, congrats!" says another, a girl, looking much younger than the rest.
"We would have had enough points if Dustin here, hadn't fucking sold his to the market for a stupid cloak" says Gareth, shoving the kid who you assume is Dustin
"it was aN INVISIBILITY CLOAK" Dustin yells. The room booms in laughter at the kid's tantrum.
It makes you think. About how you've never had a group of friends like that. Someone to share a common interest with. Sure, you have Colette, but you've moved to town just fairly recently, and you have lived and breathed work for the first two years. No friends to make when you're cooped up home buried in projects among projects. No friends to make when your dad is sick and you have to take him to the hospital on Saturdays for his treatment. You sigh a bit at that. Maybe your cafe exploding is the catalyst that is gonna bring you a new life, a new perspective.
Coming to a store that has unity as a top value really makes you reflect on how lonely your life has been so far.
"Alright children, let's take a break and you can talk strategy. Anyone want a drink?" He stands up from his chair and walks towards the bar. Startled, you go back to the sink and begin scrubbing.
"Y'know you can join us, right?" he leans against the green tile wall, looking at you.
"Join in on that nerd shit? No, thanks. My shift is over" you say putting the last blender on the drying rack and heading to the back.
He follows you "Okay, whatever. I just wanted to tell you it's gonna be me and you tomorrow. Chrissy said she can't make it. Something about midterms" and you roll your eyes.
"Fucking perfect. Tell me in what world does this shit always happen to me" you say exasperated, taking off your apron, which allows your shirt to rise just enough that it gives Eddie a peek of your tummy. Enough to make him gulp a little. Enough to distract him for ten seconds.
He shakes his head. "Listen, I'm not happy about it either, but let's keep it civil, okay? I do my thing, you do yours, we're outta here by 9 pm" he offers, leaning over the metal lockers.
You're not sure if it was the Dungeon Master demeanor he keeps on for the sake of his game or what, but he feels so tall. The thought of it makes you shiver. You put on your jacket.
"How you gettin' home?" he asks.
"Driving" you lie, your car broke down the day before, but you don't want him offering you a ride.
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow for closing, then" he says, giving you a tight smile.
"Yeah, bye" you respond hastily, heading out towards the bus stop. Eddie keeps an eye on you through the store window the whole time.
Wednesday night at the "Mad Alchemist" is busier than you expected. Steve left for the evening, leaving you and Eddie to man the fort by yourselves.
Meaning you have to watch him flirt with every fucking customer. Young, old, boy, girl. His self assured demeanor is like a magnet to those coffee- hungry teens, the older women just blush and deliver him a meek "aw, stop it, Eddie" swatting the air and giggling.
Because you both have been so busy, it has not given you time to run your mouth and deliver him some snarky comment.
By 8pm, the store is closed. You have an hour to sweep, clean the counters, mop and do the dishes while Eddie counts the money at the register.
There is a tense quietness in the cafe. Almost as if you know that if one opened their mouths the world would explode. Or you’d start fucking, whichever one comes first. There is no noise aside from the register opening, the broom dragging across the floor and Eddie whistling.
After a day of talking, listening, screaming, shouting, the last thing you want to do is hear Eddie whistle. You let him do it, one minute, two minutes, five minutes in hopes he would get tired.
“Eddie, please” you whine.
“Helps me count money better,” he shrugs, beginning his atrocious whistling again.
You wait one, two, five minutes again. The noise of the sweep and the whistling and the money become too much for you, so in an exasperated rage, you kick the chair in front of you.
“Eddie shUT THE FUCK UP!”
The noise of the chair is the only sound in the building. Eddie stops counting, and stops whistling.
He's just staring at you. At the fallen chair. At the broom next to your feet. You find the floor to be really interesting.
“Pick it up.” Eddie’s voice is distant. A few seconds go by, and your eyes are still on the floor.
The sound of paper being put down and the stomping of heavy boots follow, until his boots arrive in your line of sight. You can't help but raise your head.
“What part of ‘pick it up’ does not register in that head? Hm? Do you kick chairs at home?”
Defeated, you shake your head.
“Do you call your daddy names?”
Another head shake.
“Do you spit in your daddy’s coffee in the morning?” his voice becomes a whisper, so, so close to your face. So close to your lips.
“I didn’t-” he cuts you off.
“I don’t appreciate liars, sweetheart. Did you spit in my drink?” he's cornering you, making you feel small.
You nod. “Only once, though” you defend yourself.
“Only once” he mocks, chuckling to himself “sixteen.” he mutters.
“Sixteen is the number of times, from the first time i stepped foot in your goddamn cafe, I’ve seen you spit in my fuckin’ drink” he seethes, no, growls.
“Now you’re fucking lying” you interject, finding a small crumb of courage within you.
“Don’t act cute, I’ve seen you. Pick the chair up” he says, his chin tilting towards the chair on the floor.
“I can’t pick it up if your stupid arm’s in the way, can I?” he grunts and moves his arm. You bend over and picked the chair up, breathing through your teeth. You're furious.
“Watch your attitude, here we don’t-”
You snap your neck around “You’re a fucking control freak, that’s what you are” you mutter. There's that word again. Freak.
“Don’t you fucking dare call me that word again” he's furious.
You turn around to face him. It's your turn to be close “Or what? You gonna spank me?” it's barely a whisper, looking at him through your lashes. A challenge.
He exhales, crossing his arms “You know what? That’s the best idea you’ve had since you’ve stepped foot in this place. Bend over the table” He whispers, and you freeze.
If there is a definition to fuck around and find out, you're it.
“Seems you might be a bit hard of hearing, sweetheart. I said bend over.” he says, more gently, yet keeping that domineering aura to him. He nudges your arm.
You quietly follow through.
“Now you’re following orders. Before I start I need to know you’re okay with this” he whispers, caressing your back in an almost soothing manner.
You nod.
He tuts “None of that shit. I’m not doing anything until I have your green light. With words”
“I-” words suddenly become hard. You swallow and breathe through your nose “I’m- I’m okay with this”
There is no denying you're extremely turned on, in addition to being revved up by your previous fight. It feels like wildfire spreading itself from every tip of your body, finding a home right between your legs.
“Alright, good. If you want me to stop we can stop at any time, just say ‘chainmail’” he says, looking around to check if the blinds had been lowered. He has a safeword. He knows what he's doing.
“O-okay” you say with all the power you can muster.
“You wanna act like a toddler, sweetheart? I’ll treat ya like a fuckin’ toddler” he says, before delivering the first smack right on the meat of your left butt cheek.
You’ve tried spanking before, with previous partners, but this is different. The smacks are calculated, like he knows where to hit. A yelp escapes you.
“Need ya to count” he says, caressing the area he just hit.
“‘Kay, fuck. One” you exhale, still feeling his handprint on your ass. The red hot sting from the impact leaving tiny pinpricks through the fabric of your jeans.
Smack. Two.
“How ‘bout this?” he stops, speaking to no one, really. “How ‘bout I give you one spank for every time you’ve spit in my coffee, hm?”
That makes you tremble a bit. Sixteen slaps.
“I dunno if I can, I mean I-”
“Then you know what to say if it gets too much, right? Say ‘Yes, Eddie, I do’” his voice makes your knees give out as his other hand, the one that isn't squeezing and groping your ass, makes its way into your hair and pulls.
“Ow- Fuck, Jesus Christ Eddie!” you yell, but the pull at your scalp makes you wish he’d drop the antics, pull your pants down and fuck you immediately.
“Not what I wanna hear, sweetheart. Try that again” He smacks your ass again, pulling his hand out of your hair to hold your back down from the waist.
“Three, fuck. Yes, Eddie, I-I do” you exhale and prop yourself up on your elbows.
“Good girl,” he says. Good girl. He could easily smack you in the face and that is would shock you less. Where the fuck did he learn all this shit?
By the time you’ve reached spank number ten you think you're ready to tap out. Tears welling in your eyes, making your vision go blurry. You're turned on, but Eddie’s heavy hand is becoming too painful.
He notices you trying to squirm away from him with every hit of his hand, all he says is “You know what to say, don’t you, sweetheart?”
But you let him keep going. Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen.
The last slap feels like the roughest, leaving in its wake the phantom of a heavy hand. His hand rubbing circles on your ass, almost like he doesn't feel ready to stop touching you.
You turn your head around, so you're able to see his face.
“Mmmm, so what now?” you ask, still hazy “Gonna take me home, Eddie? Finish the job?”it's like your brain has forgotten who you are talking to.
“C’mere” he says, sitting you down on the table, your ass rough and sore under the fabric of your pants.
You can feel the slick feeling between your legs through the seam of your black jeans, hoping he’d move you to keep going, take you home, his office, his van, anywhere.
His body settles between your legs as his hands run through the expanse of your stomach, your back. Your hands make their way to the buckle of his belt, trying to quickly undo his jeans. Eddie inhales as if to convince himself to stop you as he grabs your wrists and pushes them to your chest, his belt left unbuckled “Not tonight,” he murmurs.
You pout in protest.
“Aww, you’re pouting” he mocks, a dry laugh escapes his lips. It brings a twang of embarrassment "pouting 'cause I'm not letting you take my dick in your mouth, sweetheart?" he taunts.
“I‘m not pouting” you mutter, looking at the floor. His hands grab your chin, lifting your eyes to make you look up at him. He looks so tall standing over you like that, eyes still glossed over, pupils blown from the spanking he’s just given you.
“You look at me when I speak to you, yeah?” Oh fuck. You know better this time.
“Yeah” you croak out, nodding your head in case he doesn't get the message.
“Yeah? You liked getting spanked? Being put in your place?” his demeanor never fails in making you feel impossibly small.
The hand that holds your chin travels down your neck and you lean into his touch, in the way his hand wraps itself around your throat, warm and rough. Who are you to say he isn't gonna strangle you and kill you?
But the feeling of his hand around the column of your neck, covering its whole surface area feels too intoxicating, like you want him to make you stop thinking. Your breath hitches.
“You’re lucky I didn’t have my rings on. With the way you’ve been running your mouth you would’ve more than deserved it” his grip on your neck going from resting to actually applying pressure to the sides of your throat. You gasp.
He just watches you, eyes glossy and desperate while you try to press your thighs together to relieve some pressure. Poor thing. He almost feels bad for you. The way he sees you keen into his touch, labored breath, watching your chest rise and fall slowly.
“We can’t do this here, Eddie. The health violations” you say, barely a whisper, mustering whatever breath and thought you can. Your brain feels foggy and fuzzy with the slight pressure of air being constricted. He chuckles.
“Didn’t you go to UCLA or something? Aren’t you supposed to be really smart?” his tone is mocking, you swallow at the embarrassment, hand letting up on your throat to grab your hand. He isn't here to be soft with you. He is here to make a point.
“Me choking you got you actin’ all dumb already?’M impressed. C’mon get off the table, we can’t be here” he says, making you stand up.
“Where- where are we going?” you feel winded, and you haven't even done anything. He leads you through the cafe, the bar, the back of house, where the drying dishes sit abandoned on the rack. Right at the threshold to his back office, the cold green tile arch pressing against your back.
“I don’t know, but I really wanna kiss you right now.” and you feel like your breath has just gotten knocked out of you. He wants to kiss you?
"You wanna- huh?" he slams you against the wall, just t prove a point "Shut the fuck up" he says as he puts his lips on yours. Famished, animalistic.
There is no room for gentleness. No room for sweet caresses and soft praises. His hands groping and feeling your hips, grinding into him. The friction against his tattered jeans make a whine escape you. Too much and not enough.
His teeth clash with yours as you both open your mouths, the way he tastes made you dizzy. His mint gum and cigarettes inundate your senses as you pull at the hair tie that is keeping Eddie's unruly hair in place.
Reaching under the mane of hair, you pull at his nape, where his curls are smaller, more defined. He groans.
His nose skims your jaw and licks at the hinge between the bone and your neck, making you yelp. A small oh escapes you when his hands work to untuck your shirt out of your jeans, his cold hands sneaking past the barrier of clothing to touch at the skin of your stomach, the sides of your breasts.
His mouth is warm against your neck, tracing every ridge, every line, every mole, 'til he reaches the juncture between your neck and your shoulder and he bites.
"Eddie, you fucking freak don't bite me" you hiss, head thrown back as he lifts your shirt up, leaving it completely abandoned on the floor.
He moves you off the wall and into his office, mouth not stopping his assault on your neck, stumbling towards his cluttered desk. With one move, a space big enough for you to sit is created. His shirt comes off in the process. His pale chest, skinny, but toned and littered with tattoos, is the only thing you are able to pay attention to.
"I hear that fucking word come outta your mouth again I'll-" he begins.
"You what? More spanking? Consider me terrified" you interrupt, all an evil plan to egg him on. Blinking your eyes up at him. He is seething.
"God, do you ever shut up?" he asks, a groan leaving his lips continuing to kiss you, teeth and tongue and spit, his hands coming out from under your shirt to grab your chin.
You look up at him, hair wild and unruly, eyes blown out, a wicked glint in his eye, almost like he's plotting something.
“Open your mouth” he says, and you looked at him, a puzzled look on your face. He squeezes your cheeks in response, forcing your mouth open. “You fucking brat” he mutters.
You keep your mouth open, expecting his finger, something. Instead, a glob of spit makes its way onto your tongue. He spit in your mouth. You throb.
“Eddie what the fuck-” you begin, but he interrupts you.
“You didn’t seem to mind spitting in my coffee, did you? Consider this a payback. Swallow it.” he smirks against your lips, lightly tapping his fingers on your cheek, not quite a slap. You obey immediately for the first time that night.
His hand travels down to the seam of your jeans, your breath becoming more labored with all the building tension from the night.
“Eddie…please” you whine, arching into his hand, not wanting to pull back anymore. You want release, brain hazy with the feeling of being under him, the way his rough hands are touching you, exploring you, grabbing and groping at the curves of your body as you arch into him.
His hand begins moving back and forth, the heel of his palm making direct contact with the seam of your pants, forcing a strangled whine out of you.
You grind your hips in sync with his hand, as the other sits on your cheek, cupping it, moaning in his mouth at the small amount of friction he's giving you. “Can I take your pants off?” he asks, soft against your mouth. You’ve never nodded so fast in your life.
He quickly makes work of taking your shoes and jeans off, pooled at his feet while his hands caress and grope their way up your thighs.
“You’re cute when you’re not being a cunt, you know that?” he whispers against your mouth, hand ghosting over your panties, practically feeling the heat radiating off of you.
“Fuck you, Eddie,” you say through gritted teeth, motioning to hit him in the chest. He stops you, grabbing your wrists with his hands.
“I suggest keeping that filthy mouth at bay if you really want me to do something about that big, wet patch on your panties, hm?” he whispers, licking your bottom lip, his hand still keeping an iron grip on your wrists.
“How ‘bout you stop being a cunt and fuck me?” you’ve had enough of his teasing and taunting.
“Who said anything about fucking?” he chuckles, his hand moving down to grope at your ass. “No, see, that would be improper, don’t you think? Fucking your boss in his office. You kinky bitch” he delivers a sharp smack down to your ass, reviving the dull sting from the spanking earlier.
“You’re not my fucking boss, Eddie. Stop talking and- ohmygod”
His other hand begins massaging over the crotch of your panties, making direct contact with your clit over the fabric. “Made you this wet from spanking you? Think you might have actually been the freak this whole time, sweetheart.” He hooks his fingers on the sides of your panties “Lift.” He taps your thigh, you immediately lift your hips to let him take your panties off.
He laughs when he sees the mess that he’s made of your pussy.
“Fuck stop- stop laughing” you whisper out while his hands begin to spread your legs further.
“I think you secretly love me laughing at you. You think you’re so tough, bein’ all mean, callin’ me a freak like it doesn’t turn you on just imagining how much of a fucking freak I really am, huh sweetheart?” he skims your jaw with his nose, his words making you shiver as you clench around nothing.
His free hand sneaking its way around your neck, squeezing just enough to make you squeak.
Your hips lift off the desk, looking to find some kind of stimulation aside from Eddie’s cruel teasing touches.
He looks at you through his dark lashes “What is it, baby?” baby. baby. baby. The nickname makes your head spin.
“Eddie, I- fuck- please! I need-” your hips arch off the wooden surface as you feel his fingers prod your entrance.
“You need my fingers? Can you ask me nicely?” you want to kill him. He's reveling in the torture that he's putting you through.
“I f-ucking ah hate you” but you aren't really sure if you believe that yourself.
“You hate me sweetheart? I’m hurt. You won’t mind then if I just leave you here, do you?” he caresses over your inner thigh, the tips of his fingers coated in slick, clear arousal.
“No!” your hips lift once again “your fingers…please” His smile is pleased as one of his fingers enter you.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it? Good girl.” He's making your head spin, a choked noise leaves your lips as he pumps his finger in and out, finally getting the stimulation you need.
“More” you whisper, his other hand still on your throat.
“So greedy. Y’gonna thank me? Say ‘thank you, Eddie’”
At that point you can't even think about acting up. “F-fuck. Thank- thank you Eddie” and with that, he adds another finger.
God, you already feel so full and teetering the edge.
“Good girl. Now that I think about it, I believe you owe me an apology” he begins, his fingers working mercilessly inside you, while a string of breathy ah ah ahs are all the sounds you could muster.
“You were so mean to me the other day, I didn’t appreciate your tone while you were trying to apologize” he taunts, his fingers prodding deeper inside you. A small yelp escapes you.
“You were- you were ah” his fingers curl on your g-spot and your vision goes white.
“What was that? I was what, baby?” he begins to thumb at your clit, smiling like a maniac at the state he's reducing you in.
“Oh yes there” no idea how you're gonna finish your sentence.
“Feels good huh? Needa finish what you were saying, sweetheart, can’t have you going stupid on me just yet” his hand on your throat moves up to your cheek, delivering a couple light smacks to your face. You clench.
“Fuck, uh, you we-were being a oh god cunt” you say, mustering all the mental strength you can.
“Is that right? Funny how my fingers are in yours right now and you don’t seem to complain.” He laughs to himself, his thumb speeding up its assault on your clit.
“C’mon, sweetheart. I just need you to say ‘Sorry Eddie, I won’t be a bitch to you again.’ Can you say that or is your brain too fucking far gone to understand a single word i’m saying?” he teases, which briefly brings you back from the ecstasy of Eddie’s fingers working wonders on you.
“Fuck you, Eddie” you hiss through your teeth, immediately regretting it at the feeling of the coil in your belly beginning to tighten.
“Oh. It’s like that then. Alright” he simply says as he picks up his pace. Head thrown back as you revel in the feeling of nearing the edge of your release.
“Oh shit, get-getting close” you breathe.
“Apologize and I’ll let you cum” he smiles, a wicked show of bared teeth that only makes you both want to punch him and fuck him.
“Fuck n- Oh God- ‘m not apologizing for- for shit” you arch your back, trying to make yourself cum before he changes his mind.
“Fucking apologize” he insists.
“Fuck you” you say, followed by the unwelcome feeling of emptiness as he takes his fingers out. You really thought he was bluffing.
An empty ache grows in your stomach, feeling unfulfilled and disappointed. You sit there in disbelief, as he cleans his fingers off with a tissue.
“Pity” he shrugs “Get dressed, I’m taking you home” he turns around, heading towards the front.
You throw the box of kleenex at his head. You miss.
“You’re a real asshole, you know that?” you jump off his desk, ignoring the dull throb between your legs as you put your panties and jeans back on, following the trail of your clothes he left in his wake.
“Could’ve said sorry” he just says, closing up the register, while you put on your shirt and shoes “C’mon my van is around the back” he offers, grabbing his keys.
“I’m not fucking getting in your car. I can drive” you protest.
“Yeah, uh huh, you and what car, you fucking liar? Saw you at the bus stop the other day, and your car isn’t in the parking lot. You either let me drive or you can sleep in here tonight.”
You let him drive you home. The sound of Judas Priest blaring through the speaker only makes the stubborn silence between you two louder.
The ten minute drive to your house feels like an hour, as you itch to get off the dingy van and take care of what he left unfinished.
He finally parks up in front of your house, you quickly book it towards your door as he shouts “You’re welcome sweetheart” before you fumble with the keys and enter inside. He stays there until you do.
Your dad was asleep already, so you crack his bedroom door to check up on him. You sigh. Everything seems to be alright.
Once all the lights are off, you run towards your room. Still in disbelief of what happened with Eddie, you strip off your coffee- smelling clothes, wincing at the thought of Eddie’s hands sneaking under your shirt, his fingers hooking on the sides of your panties.
The feeling of hatred and arousal battling each other off while you recall his stupid smiling face as he removed his fingers from inside you. The dull empty ache as you came down from the euphoria of his touch and words.
That night, you kick yourself for not saying sorry to him.
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he ate my heart by @vnmpior
i could be yours by @sukisheadlights
kinks by @writing-vld
shy by @vnmpior
space princess by @voltronisanobsession
say it again by @bbykeijis
sexy black dress by @savetheblackpaladin
wet dream by @palalovin
boyfriend hcs I by @keiffeine
make up by @kiwibirbs-library
boyfriend hcs II by @tamayakii
break out by @fandomlit
lucky charm by @floating-inthevoid
the medic by @slothgiirl
looking sharp pt.1 | pt.2 by @crybabyddl
the spy pt.1 | pt.2 by @slothgiirl
electro vision by @paperpeacock
nsfw hcs by @keiffeine
wildfire by @icarus-imagines
carry you by @messy-voltron
hands by @sta1rlight
pain by @paperpeacock
yes sir by @keiffeine
jealous by @keiffeine
don't leave me now by @crysingae
solar flares by @retvenkos
space wolf by @slut4thebroken
touch by @lee-fushiguro
first meetings by @girlboypersonthingy
how i know i love you by @messy-voltron
put your head on my shoulder by @ruvatia
relationship hcs by @multi-fandom-asks
warm by @multi-fandom-asks
affectionate by @multi-fandom-asks
love language by @pretty-setter-bois
cute by @pretty-setter-bois
waterbender by @pretty-setter-bois
a slip of tongue by @pretty-setter-bois
first kiss by @sweetheart-station
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lingerie by @bookerror
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dating hcs by @chocopbwafer
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cuddling by @paladin-shenanigans
mother tongue by @paladin-shenanigans
pda by @abbylouamanda
secret relationships are hard by @voltronisanobsession
soulmates in all realities by @voltronisanobsession
keith's glowing eyes by @voltronisanobsession
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Stephen | Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader TEASER
I have been a little obsessed with mid 2000s trash pop, so when Stephen by Kesha came on my phone, I got inspired. Here is my delve into my very first Steve Harrington fanfic! I don't have a timeline for it now, since I am in a bunch of shows, but thought I would give a little sneak peek!
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“You’re my object of affection, my drug of choice, my sick obsession.”
5 years since graduation, 5 years since you ran your way through Hawkins High, leaving boys in your wake…. Except one. Steve Harrington, apparent untouchable due to his infatuation with Nancy Wheeler. What happens when you see a worn out, former heartthrob with his fizzled highschool flame stuck to him? Unhappy, feeling unloved and in a bind, you thought Steve could be the conquest of the night… or so you thought.
Pairings: Steve Harrington x Toxic!Fem! Reader
Content warnings: smut, angst, fluff. Non canon au. Steve and Nancy are together from Steve’s senior year to the time of the story. Cheating, p in v sex, oral (m and f receiving), Reader defs isn’t a girls girl but I couldn’t help it.
The pounding in your head mirrored that in your heart as you remembered the burn of alcohol down your throat from last night. Your makeup had been smudged off onto your pillow, some still remaining on your swollen, hungover face. The day after drinking anxiety had reared its head, but a wave of nerves hit you like a ton of bricks when a vision of you writing your phone number on Steve Harrington’s hand - more or less in front of his girlfriend.
You cupped your hands over your face and your shoulders shook. You couldn’t help but giggle at the picture of her porcelain face twisted into a bout of jealous rage. You could fully admit to yourself that you lived on the side of delusion, but there was a piece of you that wholeheartedly believed that your former king of Hawkins High would call you.
And yet, you sat and stared at the phone perched silently on your nightstand while you nursed your hangover all day. The bright afternoon light evolved into an evening glow and still you hadn’t heard the shrill ring. You put on records and VCRs. You flicked through magazines and tried to pick up the new Danielle Steele book you had pocketed from the bookstore on main street. But the soundtrack of your thoughts was the hope that the telephone would ring and that you would hear a smooth baritone voice calling you. You fought to keep your eyes open while the blue light of your TV laughed back at you. You finally surrendered to the sleep your body had been pleading for, the blur of the night previous finally making itself clear in your dreams…
More to come sooooooon!
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you make me feel like a teenager in love | j. byers
pairing(s); joyce byers x fem reader
prompt; “I’d love to hear how you ‘accidentally’ climbed through my bedroom window.” “I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else.” (from @crybabyddl )
warnings; just straight fluff? its so cheesy its sickening.
a/n; takes place at the end of season one, also theres like not many joyce fics?? im so hurt.
Joyce sighed softly as she gently closed Will’s bedroom door once she made sure he was sleeping peacefully. Walking back to the living room, she smiled as she seen Johnathon clearing the living room of all the trash from their Christmas movie.
“I think that’s it..” The eldest Byers boy trailed off as he looked around the living room, making sure everything was in place. “The dishes and all are already done.” Joyce smiled softly at him, leaning against the doorway.
“Thank you, sweetie. Now go, go get some rest. It’s been a long day.” She playfully swatted at him and he chuckled, raising his hands in a playful manner. He grabbed his new camera that was under the tree for him that morning and kissed her cheek as he passed by.
“Goodnight mom.”
“Goodnight sweetheart.” She heard his door close softly and she sighed tiredly, looking around the room one last time before shutting the living room lights off and making her way to her own bedroom. She walked in and shut the door before turning her lamp on and jumping when she seen her girlfriend. “Jesus!” You jumped, startled by her yell and gave her a sheepish small smile.
“Sorry!” Joyce placed her hand over her chest as she caught her breath.
“Are you trying to give me a heart attack? How did you even get in?” You pursed your lips as you watched her take in your appearance and all the bags around you.
“It was an accident, really-”
“I’d love to hear how you ‘accidentally’ climbed through my bedroom window.” She cut you off and she nodded to her open bedroom window that she always made sure to shut when she left her room. Her arms crossed over her chest and she poked her hip out, giving you the look she used to give Johnathon when he broke things and blamed Will.
“Oh, did I say accident?” You grimaced and scratch at your head for a second. “Okay! You caught me! I came by to give you some things and Johnathon was out there and we’re a secret so I had to sneak in.” You rushed out in one breath and she closed her eyes as she let out an amused chuckle. “Oh, don’t laugh! I nearly broke my neck climbing in here.”
“Baby, why didn’t you just wait until tomorrow?” She questioned with a chuckle, walking over to you, grabbing your hand and looping her fingers through.
“Because it’s still Christmas and I wanted to give you your gift on Christmas, not the day after-” You motioned to the clock, stopping mid sentence when you seen the time. 11:53 pm. “Oh quick!” Joyce’s heart swelled as she seen you throw the bags onto her bed, quickly looking through them for her gift. She wondered what she did to deserve you. “Okay, this one is yours.” You handed her a bag and she just smiled at you. Your eyebrows furrowed together as you rubbed at your cheeks, “Do I have something on my face?”
She laughed, shaking her head as she sat on the edge of her bed, taking your gift into her hands. “I just, i’m very thankful for you.” Heat rose to your cheeks and you giggled softly, turning to the side slightly so she wouldn’t catch you flustered.
“Just open it.” You rolled your eyes playfully, taking a seat next to her. Her hand reached into the pink bag, pulling out the book. Her eyes skimmed the cover. Little Women. “I know it’s your favorite. I was walking around the bookstore and the lady was saying they had first copies of Little Women and lost yours….” You trailed off for a moment, trying to see her reaction. “Anyways, I read it and annotated it for you. There’s little notes and things that remind me of you and- OH! I wrote something of the first page for you, but don’t open it until i leave-” You were silenced by Joyce pressing her lips to yours, her free hand coming up to cup the side of your face. You allowed yourself to fall into the kiss and you found yourself whining slightly when she pulled away, pressing her forehead to yours.
You both stayed like that for a moment, unable to open your eyes as you both caught your breath. “You know, you ramble when you’re nervous.” She chuckled and you opened your eyes, looking right into her brown ones. Her cheeks were pink and her smile was wide. You leaned back, giving her a small smile. “I love it. It’s beautiful.” You nodded, grabbing the book, you placed it onto the bed, nodding to her bag.
“There’s records in there. Mainly love songs but they all remind me of you or us in some way, so I hope you like it.” She grinned at you, pulling out the records, the one on top making her smile wider if that was possible. She put the rest onto the bed, walking to her record player with it. You laughed loudly as you heard the song.
Each time we have a quarrel
It almost breaks my heart
'Cause I'm so afraid
That we will have to part
She pulled your hand, making you stand as she twirled you around and you giggled, dancing with her. She sang to you as you both moved back and fourth, your arms around her neck and hers around your waist, holding you close.
“I don’t know about being teenagers in love.” You joked playfully with her and she rolled her eyes, leaning down to plant a kiss right below your ear.
“Well, we might not be but you certainly make me feel like a teenager in love.” You looked up at her, smiling as you could feel yourself get lost in her eyes. You’d been together for nearly a year, being bestfriends for years before, but you’d still never get used to the way she looked at you with the most adoration in her eyes. It was quiet for a moment as you rested your head onto her shoulder, still moving to the song that played lowly.
“How’s Will and Johnathon?” And that right there, how much you cared for her boys, will always be one of the main reasons she loves you.
“They’re okay. Happy with their presents. You should’ve seen Johnathon’s face when he opened up the camera and Will with the art set.” She smiled thinking of her sons and you grinned, pulling back to look at her.
“You do know the other two bags is full of stuff for them, right?” She gently twirled you so that your back was pressed to her fronts and you saw the time. 11:59.
“I figured. Thank you.” She pressed another small kiss to the side of your head.
“Merry Christmas baby.” You whispered to her, holding her arms close to your stomach.
“Merry Christmas Sweetheart.” You turned your head to meet her, kissing her softly. Your pager beeped in ur bag and you huffed annoyed, making Joyce chuckle.
“I feel like Cinderella leaving by midnight.” You muttered annoyed as you pulled away from Joyce, silencing your pager. You knew it was work paging you for the late shift. “Guess I should get going..” She nodded, pressing a kiss to your lips once more. You grinned, grabbing your bag and tossing it out the window making Joyce groan.
“Just go out the front door.” You shook your head, laughing quietly as you put one foot out the window.
“Teenagers in love, remember? More fun like this, get the full experience.” She grabbed your other leg, helping you land gently so you wouldn’t hurt yourself. “Did you imagine it would be like this? Being grown and still sneaking out of windows?”You grinned playfully as you swooped your bag up, looking up at the window as your head just passed the bottom of the window.
“I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else.” She laughed as she leaned down, meeting your lips in a small peck. “Be safe! I love you.”
“I love you too, beautiful.” You smiled widely, looking around quickly before darting to your car. Joyce leaned against the window ledge, chuckling quietly to herself, she could feel her face flustered but the smile wouldn’t leave her lips. She glanced at the book and records and bags of gifts for her boys on the bed and back out to your car that was backing out and going onto the road. She definitely felt like a teenager in love.
#joyce byers x reader#joyce byers#stranger things#stranger things x reader#stranger things x fem!reader#joyce byers x fem!reader
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Cruel Summer | Gil Rizzo
A girl’s reputation is very often all she has. So fragile, so precious. So easily ruined by one mistake. Lorraine Maraschino didn’t know what she’d gotten herself into that summer. All she knew was that it started when she attended the drag race the kids from Rydell High had organized where she met the guy that would steal her heart and break it in the span of one cruel summer.
Cruel Summer: a Gil Rizzo fanfic, coming soon.
Everything taglist: @calamitykaty@littlemissaddict@n0wornever@wanniiieeee@crybabyddl@unnowhatthisistbh
#grease: rise of the pink ladies fanfic#grease: rise of the pink ladies#save grease rise of the pink ladies#save the pinks#gil rizzo#gil rizzo x oc#oc! Lorraine Maraschino
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Let’s Play the Sims - 1000 Follower Celebration [ closed ]
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First and foremost, I wanna thank everyone who has read, liked, reblogged and followed any of my work, the support has been overwhelming and I am so grateful for it.
For this celebration, I wanted to base it on a game Ive been playing since 2012- or at least, a series of games. The Sims has been a huge part of my life and thought it would be fun to base this celebration on that.
I wanted to do a mix of writing and just some other fun “games”, so I tried to do different stuff based on the game modes.
I’m gonna be focusing on this celebration, so if you currently have a request, I’m gonna wait to finish after this celebration is over so I don’t get too overwhelmed.
Before you request anything, please read my boundaries and character list, if you request anything that goes against my boundaries, i’m going to delete the request.
this celebration is open to anyone! you don’t have to be following, a mutual, or even have read my work to participate.
there is also no limit to how much you can request, but please don’t attack me if it takes a bit to get to yours, I promise i’ll do my best to do as many as soon as possible, without compromising my mental health.
with all that out of the way… it’s time to open up the game!
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Create-a-Sim 👀
traits 🧠 // send me five traits about you (they dont have to be sims themed) and fandom and your sexuality and ill tell you who i ship you with! [im closing this one because it became really tedious to do, if you have one req already that will be completed, but any new ones will be ignored }
style 👗 // give me 5 emojis and i’ll make an outfit moodboard out of it
likes & dislikes 🤔 // send me three likes and three dislikes and a fandom and i’ll say who your sworn enemy will be
Build/Buy 💰
interior design 🌷 // send me 5 emojis and i’ll make a collage based on them
foundation 🏠 // send me a headcannon from any character on my list and i’ll do my best to expand upon it, they can be from any genre
Live Mode 🌏
grim reaper 💀 // send me an angst scenario with any character on my list, [ e.g. Sirius Black cheating ]
woohoo 🥵 // send me a smutty scenario from any character on my list [ e.g. car sex with Steve Harrington ]
tragic clown 🤡 // send me an AU from any genre with any character on my list [ e.g. modern au with Eddie Munson ]
freezer bunny 🐰 // send me a fluffy scenario with any character on my list [ e.g. taking care of Remus Lupin post full-moon ]
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@crybabyddl oh my gosh i love you so so much
#MAN IM#sometimes i wonder HOW IM BLESSED WITH SUCH AMAZING PEOPLE IN MY LIFE ????#how#what on earth did i do to deserve you#nothing#and yet#o h my gosh#that made my entire year#i'm sobbing rn thank you so much#you deserve the entire world !!!!#not just saying the entire world like#oH That'S a SayIng I thOUGHt oF in tWo SEcoNDs#NO WHEN I SAY THAT IMEAN LIKE#the stars and the sun and the sky and the really pretty sunsets#and the feeling of being alive#n singing songs on the top of ur lungs#and walking out of a theatre at 11pm after watching a broadway show#i'm screaming i just#i love you so much
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UM YOUR FRAT EVENT IS THE CUTEST THING IVE RVER SEEN THATS SO COOL OMG?!?!
so i guess i’ll do placing bids! My name’s nicole, i’m a 20 year old girl with long brown hair, dark blue eyes, and i’m 5’3. For my ideal college self, three things i need in my dorm are: a calendar, some posters/artwork, and a box of granola bars for other people and myself if anyone needs a quick snack! My favorite comfort/stresd food is a cheese quesadilla. For my major, idk!! Irl i went for psychology but if that’s boring you can change it to anything u want (i was considering theater) anyway sorry for rambling but thank you for this and again, this event is so cute and creative!!! :))) <3
hi thank u so much!! also same stress food leggooo
your greek life soulmate is......sorority sister pieck!
you first met pieck when passing by the theater department....it was just such a pretty voice that was coming out of the empty practice room, you hadn’t even noticed that she had noticed you standing the doorway until it was too late. but she laughed it off kindly, handing you a flyer for the upcoming production of peter pan, saying you should check it out if you wanted to hear her voice more.
little did you know you’d be running into her sooner than the spring musical date, that same melodious voice floating through the kitchen of your apartment during the pre game you and your roommates were throwing. she shuts the cabinets to greet you with that same sleepy smile, laughing about how you have excellent taste in snacks - and from there you just know you’ll be seeing her around more often
join rush week!
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Biweekly “I miss jatp” post
I MISS JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS SO MUCH I HAD A DREAM ABOUT IT AND UGH I WILL MOURN THIS 9 EPISODE SHOW FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE
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Ahhh hi thank you!!
Some Buddie angst for you: Eddie wanted to scream, or hit something. How could he be so oblivious? Instead he took a calming breath, which maybe sounded a bit like a resigned sigh.
Send me an emoji and I’ll post a sentence from a wip
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He quickly pocketed the paper, giving her one last smile as he turned away with her name bouncing around in his mind.
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1, 9, and 11 for asks!
1. Which Greek god/goddess do you relate to most and why? Euphrosyne the Goddess of Cheer, Joy and Mirth. Why well because I enjoy bringing happiness and joy to my friends and family. It makes me happy to see other happy :) I definitely love being the life of the party
9. What store would you want to live in? Umm tough one but I’ll go with either Victoria’s Secret or Bath and Body works
11. What song makes you feel like life is worth living and makes everything feel okay and like you’re the main character and could make you cry or fall in love regardless of the actual meaning it just makes you feel whole and you consider it YOUR PERSONAL SONG? This is Me by Keala Settle and The Greatest Showman Ensemble. That song and the whole movie/play has honestly gave me an understanding and acceptance to being the outsider. It lifts my spirit and has helped understand that me just being me is good enough not matter what others may think.
#thanks for the ask 😊#crybabyddl#sorry it took me a bit#had to brush up a little on my Greek mythology#random asks#send me some
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I need your help!
Hey everyone. Carly here. If this had made it to you, I need your help.
I am entered in a karaoke competition called Karaoke KO, and I am in the top 1% of the competition. I have the chance to win $10,000, as well as a feature on iHeartRadio and a trip to LA, which would change my life. Right now, the competition is based on votes, and I would love to have yours. I need to be in, and stay in first place to continue to the finals.
You can vote for free once a day (you need to confirm via Facebook or a credit card to ensure that I am not voting for myself) or you can donate to helpusadopt.org - each dollar is one extra donation.
I am not asking you to spend your hard earned money on me, but if you have a moment to vote for me, or vote daily, I would be so thankful. If you don't feel comfortable voting, please reblog to signal boost! Please help me make my dreams come true!
This competition has taken me away from fanfic writing, but there should be updates to some of my fics within the next couple of weeks! I have still been working hard behind the scenes!
Here is the link to my voting page. Here is the link to my YouTube for a peek at what I sound like. Thank you all so much for listening and your support.
Tagging my taglist and mutuals for some boosting. Thank you all!
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21, 23, 43, 45 :)
Thanks for the questions sunshine! 💛
21. Your first celebrity crush?
Since I answered this one with a male crush, I’ll just answer with my first female celeb crush!!
I believe that my first (maybe subconscious) crush was on tie-dye girl from The Parent Trap!
23. Five words that describe you?
Errr uhhh I don’t like to be perceived but.... Outgoing, Loud, Kind, Emotional, Loyal?
43. What do you remember from your childhood?
Not a whole lot...bc...ya know ~trauma~ but I do remember about spending a lot of time outside. I often went to parks, swimming pools, summer camps, and just spent copious amounts of time in the sun. I miss that urge for adventure!
45. Favorite tea?
Peppermint! It eases my anxiety and calms me down a lot!
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