#ily all though thank you for always defending me
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Re: hate anon
there’s really something to be said about how you guys punish women for being attracted to people 😕 we’re marketed things like sexual dances and hip thrusting and “boyfriend pov” music videos and apps where we can pretend to text our favorite member and engage in a parasocial relationship with them. And then a woman likes those things enough to write a fanfic or an imagine and hate anons are so quick to jump down their throat and report them. The double standard is… apparent.
My fics do not portray skz in any way other than pure fantasy and imagination of alternate universes where we can pretend what they’re like (because we’ll never truly know) and I’m a huge advocate for being able to safely explore your kinks or interests through reading. If that means the smut fic is based off the looks of an attractive male idol, I see nothing wrong with that.
Don’t come in here shaming my anons for what they request. It’s something they want to explore or read about and I’m here to fulfill that through the image of men we’re mutually attracted to. Women have historically been shamed for having sexual interests or preferences (and are often treated like garbage by their own partners) and if this serves as a form of escapism for them, then let it be. Block and move on. But you’re not allowed to come in here and shame grown adults for being attracted to other grown adults. Smut has been a thing for centuries, get over it.
this blog is a safe space, and requests or hard thoughts are always welcome if they follow my request guidelines. You guys are all allowed to have sexual attraction and it’s a part of being human to fantasize about someone. It’s not a punishment to be attracted to idols…newsflash… that’s what the companies want from you. They don’t make idols keep up this attractive parasocial image for nothing. If you’re still bothered by the fact that humans are inherently sexual beings, I might suggest some therapy because clearly you have something more going on :)
#anyways#stray kids#skz#ily all though thank you for always defending me#hate anons might I suggest a different app if you want sfw content#sorry this is so long lol
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GETAWAY CAR — rockstar!e.m. x f!reader
CHAPTER SEVEN: SHE'S THUNDERSTORMS
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✦ summary: in which corroded coffin performs at the hideout (wc: 9.3k+)
✦ warnings — angst, ANGST, arguments, FINALLY SOME DESERVED FLUFF, jealousy, jealous!menace!eddie, the kiddos make an appearance!!!, uhmm kissing,,, eddie and p are an old married couple, drinking, smoking/weed, uhm thats it i think.
✦ pairings — rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader, past billy hargrove x fem!reader
✦ authors note — not proof-read i tried but i cant do it. pls ignore all mistakes. SO VERY SORRY FOR THE WAIT. hopefully this makes up for it. as usual the song is by arctic monkeys, and the other song mentioned is lover you should've come over by jeff buckley. but we'll pretend like its all by corroded coffin so shshsh.
anyway ily all pls interact + like + reblog to support me! i'd also LOVE LOVE to chat about anything abt this series it literally is my baby!! pls dont hesitate to send me an ask about anything mwah thank you for reading💗
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“Dude, I’m telling you it was not my fault.” Gareth exasperated desperately, hands up in the air in defeat.
But Eddie was quick to shake his head, “You drove her here, how is it not your fucking fault, Gareth?” He spat, bitter and angry.
“She insisted! She wants to apologize to Pinky!”
“What?” Confusion etched across Eddie’s face.
With an annoyed sigh, “Yeah, the whole fuckin’ world has to revolve around her,” Gareth muttered under his breath, knowing that saying anything about you would drive Eddie crazy.
“Watch it,” Eddie warned, mouth downturned in disgust almost immediately.
“What? It’s the truth.”
“Gareth, I’m not gonna tell you this a second fuckin’ time, okay? Don’t do that shit around me and never say one fucking word about her again, you got that?” He gritted through his teeth, his hand unintentionally clenching into a fist.
“Jesus Christ.”
“I mean it,” Eddie spat.
“Fine, fine!” Gareth threw his hands up in defeat, both of them downing their drink before scurrying away.
Shit.
You knew you shouldn’t have been eavesdropping, but it wasn’t your fault. You were just trying to get a drink for the group, surfing through the sea of people—which was unusual for The Hideout. Still, you guessed the only celebrity from Hawkins was enough to have people swarming in, and Gareth and Eddie happened to be chatting right behind you.
Even though it stung to hear Gareth talk of you like you were the fucking anti-christ, hearing Eddie defend you like that had that familiar warmth spread through your entire body. And you hated it, you hated the soft spot you’d always have for him, how it would take you back to five years ago when he would be there for you, every single time.
Fucking great, you had so many people to avoid tonight; Chrissy, Gareth, and Eddie.
With a sigh, you quickly disappeared into the crowd, carrying a tray of drinks for everyone. Plopping it on the booth with a slight sloosh.
Everyone reached for it and you were quick to slap away Max, Lucas, and Dustin’s curious hands. “Oh, come on!” Max protested with a groan.
“Not legal,” you hummed with a narrowed gaze. “Yeah, I’m sure you were legal when you were shotgunning beers and smoking joints like it was your lifeline during senior year,” Lucas mumbled under his breath, quick to get settled into his seat with a huff.
You gasped dramatically, “Lucas Sinclair!” Exclaiming as he gave you a simple shrug.
“So what’s new with you and Mr. Rockstar, now?” He teased, and you narrowed your gaze at Max who snickered underneath her hand.
“Nothing,” You mumbled, shying away from everyone’s gaze on you.
“Good thing, we can always ask the other party, too,” Dustin chimed in with a smirk, head pointing toward behind you.
There was a slow tap on your shoulder and you were quick to jerk your body around.
Of course.
Eddie.
His soft gaze was dumbly addicting, that boyish grin curled deliciously on his lips while amber eyes took you in wholly.
His gaze wandered to your figure, the midnight blue dress embracing your figure, accentuating your curves, its hem grazed against your mid-thigh, allowing him to get a glimpse of your sun-kissed legs, simple but exuding how breathtakingly pretty you were.
He couldn’t place why your brows were so tightly pinched together, or why your arms were crossed against your chest, plump lips downturned with a pout. Still, you looked so pretty, so alluring that he could barely form any sentence.
Mind captured entirely by you, almost feeling paralyzed while he took you in.
“H—hey!” He stammered, awkwardly putting his hands in the back pocket of his chained black jeans. He was just him, and oh, god, you were you.
Plush lips that curled into the prettiest smile, the most captivating eyes, even when you seemingly looked upset, brows pinched together, those glossy lips downturned, you were perfect.
You ignored Eddie’s greeting, your piercing glare was still not that noticeable to him, all he could think about was how beautiful you looked, and how he was glad that he saw you before his set. He wanted nothing more than to see you watching him perform the songs he wrote all about you.
“Wow… Uhh—you look… amazing,” He mumbled, breath getting hitched on his throat when he saw your unreadable expression.
And all you could do was give him a tight-lipped smile. Almost immediately wiping that glow off of his face, face going momentarily blank.
But he should’ve expected this, he knew you wouldn’t jump into his arms at any opportunity, he deserved this. He needed to do more, he needed to win you back.
He opened his mouth to speak, desperate, needing your approval, but you interrupted. “I—I’m going to get a drink,” you mumbled, face flushed with heat, you didn’t know how to act either.
Eddie glanced over at the tray of drinks on the booth, with his head tilted, “there’s a bunch of drinks over there,” he mumbled, he didn’t want you to leave.
“I can see that, but I still want my own,” you sassed with a narrowed gaze, not letting him talk back once you left to go to the bar.
Eddie watched your figure leave with a deep sigh, turning to the booth to take one of the drinks. “I really fucked up, didn’t I?”
“Yup,” Steve muttered with a nod, and Eddie was quick to give him a death glare.
“So, will you finally enlighten us on what happened with you and Mrs. Grumpy over there?” Dustin huffed impatiently, grabbing three drinks from the tray now that you were gone, handing the other two to Max and Lucas with a grin.
“She didn’t tell you guys?”
“No! Which is a shame because she usually can’t say no to my adorable face.” Dustin blinked quickly, batting his eyelashes while Eddie shook his head at him with a chuckle.
“Oh c’mon, Eddie, just tell us!” Max let out an impatient huff, her captivating icy blue gaze was pleading in a way that he could never say no to.
These doofuses would always be his weakness.
“Yeah, Eddie, pretty please?” Lucas added exaggeratedly, mocking Max as she hit him in the chest playfully.
“Fine, fine!” He sighed, running his hand over his forehead in frustration.
“But nothing really happened and I don’t think it’s—” When he felt everyone’s gaze piercing through him, he was quick to shut up. “Okay, okay!” He huffed.
“She came to my trailer guns ablaze and then just slammed the note against my chest, calling me a coward, and then I told her off—”
“Wait what?” Max was quick to interrupt him, brows pinching together.
“Yeah, I told her I wasn’t the one who left.”
“Uh, I’m sorry, didn’t you kiss Chrissy in front of her?” Max taunted.
“Yeah, and did you not bring her to Steve’s?” Dustin added.
With a huff, he turned back to Steve. “Jesus, Harrington, did you gang up all of them against me?” He just gave Eddie a shrug.
“That’s not even the point! Everything has just become too convoluted with us,” He spat, anger returning quicker than you intended to, while the rest of the gang sipped their drinks with an ‘oof’.
“It’s not convoluted, just tell her how you feel!” Max inquired, gently, almost like she was trying not to tip him off.
“I—” He took a deep breath. I will. He wished to say, but saying it out loud felt too real. And you were right, he was a coward.
“I’m gonna properly apologize and make things right by her,” he muttered, taking a big sip from his drink.
“You better hurry up, rockstar,” Steve taunted smugly, the weird face he pulled was making crinkles appear on Eddie’s forehead.
Eddie’s head cocked toward Steve, aggressively. “You better tell her how sorry you fucking are.”
With an all-knowing snort, Steve’s finger accusingly pointed towards something behind him. “Or someone else might swoop in.”
“Fuck off, Harrington,” Eddie mumbled, rolling his eyes before he turned around with a huff.
Oh, shit.
Everyone’s gaze turned toward Steve’s accusatory finger, a slight ‘shit’ escaping from Robin’s lips which Nancy elbowed gently to shut her up.
Eddie could barely move, his entire face feeling hot and jaw clenching involuntarily, jealousy shooting through him faster than the alcohol swimming in his system.
Because there you stood, in front of the bar, with your head tilted sideways, a pretty grin sitting on your lips, mellow gaze looking up at the guy in front of you—dirty blonde, hair cut shorter than Eddie’s but almost as long as Steve’s, wearing the most expensive and tidy outfit Eddie had ever seen—making him feel stupid for choosing to wear those black chained jeans.
His scowl was anything but pretty, brows furrowing in a way that made him look like a complex puzzle, eyeing the way this stranger was touching you.
“Oh, isn’t that—” Robin spoke up, and the entire table shushed her because they also realized exactly who that was.
James.
Your ex, not Billy, of course, the other douchebag before Billy.
He really wasn’t much of a douchebag, a genuine, nice guy, and to make matters worse he was a total gentleman; attributes Eddie would never call a typical high school Jock.
The relationship only ended because he went to college one too many states away, the distance getting between the two of you, but Eddie always referred to him as ‘the douchebag’ The jealous feeling sunk into his chest even then.
Rich kid, a jock in high school, older than both of you, someone who had his life together. Everything that Eddie never was. Everything Eddie always wished to be.
But now, seeing you with him made something almost click in Eddie’s head, like he was meant for you as he suited you much better than Eddie ever would.
He could treat you much better than Eddie would, sure Eddie had his name now, the riches he never had back in high school. But he was still just Eddie.
And he was certain James never kissed Chrissy, he’d never fuck up like Eddie did.
He watched the way your eyes lit up when he was animatedly talking, his gentle touch on your arm, the smile that curled on your lips.
What if he asked for your number? What if he wanted to reconnect? What if you said yes? Just because Eddie had been a total fucking idiot and couldn’t see what was right in front of him?
He tried so hard to push the idea of the two of you together back into his mind. To make sure it never left, to make sure it never manifested.
But the way his jaw clenched and the deadly glare burning through both of you showed that he couldn’t.
He was jealous, a type of jealousy that quickly translated into anger, one he could almost feel on his skin, hot and prickling rage stabbing into his body, agonizingly slow, making it harder for him to stay glued there and not do anything the more he eyed the hold James had on you. He was standing too close for Eddie’s liking.
Usually, he’d let this feeling sink back into his mind, take a breather, smoke a couple of cigarettes, and then act like nothing was wrong for the rest of the night while he spent it sulking. Keep that rage caged in his chest, so he could keep his feelings contained.
But he couldn’t do that this time, no. He wasn’t going to be stupid enough to let you slip through his fingers, not again. He was going to fight for you, he was going to show you that you belonged with him.
No matter what Mr. Fancy Pants could offer to you, he needed to tell you how he really felt, he needed to make sure you knew. Because even if he could feel the insecurities jabbing into his brain, he always knew, deep down that there was something there between the two of you. Something always left undiscovered because both of you were cowards.
He couldn’t let that happen again, he wasn’t going to go down without a fight.
“Oh, I get the appeal now,” Max murmured, breaking the silence between everyone, and earning a hard glare from Eddie.
“What? He seems nice, has pretty hair, much better than Steve’s, and that outfit probably cost more than your wedding,” Max spoke bluntly, now earning more than just the hard glare of Eddie, mouth hung open Steve looked offended, Nancy and Jonathan narrowed their gaze, but Robin snickered behind her hand, almost giving Max her approval.
“Max!” Lucas reacted before them and Max furrowed her brows, a smirk earning her way to her lips. “You’re still my number one Lucas, don’t worry,” She hummed, pinching Lucas’ cheek and ignoring Dustin’s groan.
“Dude, why would you do that?” Dustin whispered, eyeing Eddie worriedly while nudging Steve by his jacket.
With a dramatic huff, Steve pulled his collar back, “Relax, I know what I’m doing.”
Eddie’s fingertips absentmindedly traced the rim of the glass in front of him, his eyes never leaving the two of you when he downed the drink, slamming it back on the booth, making everyone flinch.
“I’ll be right back,” Eddie muttered, a forced chuckle escaping his lips.
“What are you even going to do?” Robin inquired, almost mocking.
A smirk landed on Eddie’s face. “I’m not going down without a fight, Buckley.”
“Not this fucking time,” he hissed, almost all the brows of the gang raising at his determination.
“I’m gonna tell her how I feel, and I’m not letting another douchebag ruin this,” Eddie mumbled, and a dumb smirk was placed on everyone’s face almost too quickly.
He was going for it, and the soap opera was continuing, the gang watched in excitement.
“Was he ever really a doucheba—” Dustin’s worries were quick to die down when he threw him a deadly glare.
Without another word, he stormed off to the side of the bar. Quick, too fucking quickly that it almost gave him a whiplash. He didn’t know what had taken over him, eyes burning the back of their figures as everyone else at the table watched him with a proud look.
But the child-like jealousy he felt within his body was uncontainable, it felt like his face was almost too hot to touch, he was desperate, quite literally.
The tap on James’ shoulder was anything but gentle, making him turn to Eddie with his pair of brows furrowed, and Eddie’s muscles were quick to tense.
His dark gaze only softened when he looked back at you, muscles relaxing, and creased brows returning to their normal form.
The jealousy eased inside of him, not dissipating quite enough, but slowing with one gaze from you.
Back in the booth, with another sip from his drink, Lucas huffed, “Five bucks says they’ll confess by tonight.”
Robin was quick to snort at him, “You’re trusting them too much, kid, Steve’s ‘little push’ might help them,” She mumbled with a roll of her eyes. “But Jesus fucking Christ, just look at her face, she’s going to go off at him. The most they’ll probably do is have another fight, get just a little bit close to talking about their feelings, and then do it all over again.”
Steve, ignoring Robin’s theories, exclaimed with a smirk. “Ten bucks that Pinky will sleep with Eddie tonight!”
“I second that,” Max said with a grin.
“Steve!” Nancy warned with a disapproving tut.
“What?” He huffed.
“They’re kids!”
“We’re nineteen!” Max groaned.
“I turn twenty next month!” Dustin chimed in.
“Still!”
“Fine, fine!” Steve sighed with a glare at Nancy, “Then ten bucks that they’ll kiss tonight!”
“No fucking way.” Robin shook her head.
“Nah, they’ll at least kiss tonight,” Jonathan said with crossed arms.
“Are you guys seriously betting on our friends?” Nancy said with a furrowed brow.
They all nodded vigorously, “Fine,” Nancy muttered.
“Then I second Steve, ten bucks for them sle-kissing.” Nancy corrected herself, earning a wicked grin from Steve.
“Come on!” Robin groaned, dissatisfied by Nancy’s answer.
“I agree with Robin,” said Dustin with a shrug.
“Finally!” Robin exclaimed, hands rubbing together in victory. “Someone with common sense. There’s no way those idiots are going to do anything but fight, just watch her come back here, all fuming about how much she hates Eddie.”
They all shrugged, going back to continue watching the soap opera unravel in front of them.
“James!” Eddie greeted with faux excitement, a grin playing on his lips, amber gaze remaining on you. With your brows creased, ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ you mouthed behind their awkward hug.
He shrugged, and his hands clutched James’ shoulder harshly, making him chuckle awkwardly. “Munson, the man of the hour!” He greeted him with a beaming smile.
He really was too nice for his own good, wasn’t he?
“I’d ask what you were up to, but it seems you’ve been doing just fine, rockstar,” James exclaimed, returning a friendly slap to Eddie on his shoulder—in a much nicer way than Eddie intended with his.
You smiled uncomfortably, your gaze still throwing daggers at Eddie, who was actively avoiding it. “I have to say that last album? Fucking Christ, had it playing over and over again for days.” He beamed again, much to both of your dismay.
That all-knowing smirk on Eddie’s face disappeared, the unexpected compliment seemed to make him uncomfortable, conflicting with the defensive walls he had put up.
“Uhh—thanks man,” he chuckled awkwardly, casting a quick, scrutinizing glance at you, catching the small smirk on your lips.
“What have you been up to?” He asked, curiously, desperate to know what the two of you were talking about, nervous to see if the two of you would do anything more than this.
The confidence in the way James held himself, his slicked hair, his fancy outfits up close, Eddie’s insecurities washed him over once again. Now with that part of his brain convincing him that the two of you would somehow end up together again.
“Oh, you know, I was just in town, got a nice job here, thought I’d stop by to see Corroded Coffin play, been seeing the posters everywhere—great marketing by the way,” He hummed, flashing Eddie a smile.
And Eddie returned a forced one, lips pursed together in annoyance. “and then I thought I’d get a drink, but then I heard this familiar voice next to me, yelling to the guy next to her to fuck off for attempting to steal her drink, and I thought oh that’s Pinky.” Eddie couldn’t help but not keep his gaze on you, studying your features, almost gauging your reaction, trying to nitpick something to fuel his jealousy.
“Been a long time, but I’d never miss this one’s sassy voice and that pretty face,” He mumbled with a sly smirk, making Eddie’s face scrunch and almost making him scoff out loudly.
“Oh, stop it!” You mumbled with a smile, all flattered, and Eddie’s gaze narrowed, jealousy overtaking him again.
“So you two are… reconnecting for the old times' sake, huh?” Eddie asked through gritted teeth and you rolled your eyes at him.
“Eddie—”
With a smile, James turned to you, “I mean I’d love to grab a drink, are you free tomorrow?”
“Ah! I wish I could, but I need to help Nancy out with some wedding stuff.”
“How about next wee—”
“She’s busy,” Eddie interjected quickly.
“Eddie!” You warned with your brows raised, heat rising to your cheeks, what the fuck was he doing?
“Can I just—steal you away for a minute?” Eddie turned to you with his jealous gaze, hand gently having a hold on your arm.
“Oh, sure, man!”
“No!” You and James exclaimed in unison.
James stared at the two of you with his brows furrowed, both of you breathing heavily, an intense gaze connecting the two of you. With a sigh, you followed him out of the crowd, an apologetic smile thrown toward James.
“What the hell are you doing?”
You scoffed, “Me? What the hell are you doing, Eddie?” You snapped, naze garrowing.
“I’m not locking lips with James that’s for sure!”
“Jesus Christ I was not locking lips with—” You halted abruptly, the absurdity of the sentence hitting you like a wave. Taking a moment to breathe, “What are you a child?”
“Well, if pointing out the obvious means I’m a child then so fucking be it!” The words tumbled out of his mouth harshly, almost lost in the din of the bar.
“The obvious? Do I need to remind you that you were the one who kissed Chrissy?” You accused sharply, your anger returning and cutting through Eddie’s jealousy like a knife.
“Look, I—I’m genuinely sorry for that, Pinky, I am. I should’ve never done that, it was a mistake—” His voice strained, getting lost amidst the background clamor, their set was about to start and Eddie could careless.
He took a step closer, but you didn’t budge. “You don’t kiss someone as a mistake, Eddie! You don’t invite them to brunch as a fucking mistake!” You snapped, tone a poignant mix of bitterness, jealousy, and an equal amount of hurt. Teary yet ablaze gaze bored into Eddie's, breaking his heart more and more.
His shoulders sagged under the weight of your words, the realization of the irreparable damage sinking in.
He took a step closer, a desperate attempt to bridge the emotional gap.“Will you just listen to me?” Eddie's plea hung in the air, the room seemingly shrinking as you and Eddie’s gaze connected. Your breaths mingled, heavy with unspoken words that pulsed between you.
Only inches apart, and you couldn’t help it when your gaze drooped down to his lips, then back to his mellow eyes.
“Eddie, this is the fifth fucking time they’ve been calling you.” Gareth’s irritating voice snapped the conversation, loud enough to have you almost jump back, as you threw Gareth a daggering gaze.
“Just fucking wait for a second,” Eddie spat, trying to dismiss him, but the moment was gone.
And Gareth wasn’t having it. “No way, dude we go on in like five minutes,” He scoffed, momentarily dragging Eddie by his arm.
“Fine, fine!” Eddie scowled, shaking off the hold.
“You should uh— go.”
“Let me explain,” He almost begged, desperate.
But with another dismissal, you left.
Eddie wanted to drop everything and run to you, apologize, tell you what he felt, but somehow, some way he was always managing to fuck up the things between the two of you, now.
It was like he was fourteen again, his dad letting him know that he always managed to fuck up something good, that he was destined to the Munson name. Like he could never manage to do something right.
Wayne, Jonathan, Corroded Coffin, and Nancy all changed that belief.
But, you? Oh, god, you made him believe that he was good, you pulled him out of that darkness, you were the first one to believe in him, you were the one who encouraged him. You made him feel like he was on the right path, always.
And you were the one who mattered, if he didn’t have you believing that now, what else did he have?
With a hand on his shoulder, Jeff was dragging him back, he stared at your figure leaving, and with a sigh, he headed backstage.
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Aurora was the fifth song they sang, and it should’ve gotten to you, the way his gaze didn’t leave yours, how vulnerable he sounded, the way he barely even made eye contact with the guitar he was supposed to be focusing on, that should’ve gotten to you.
But it didn’t.
Your glossy gaze and your crossed arms, as everyone else around you cheered for him, did nothing but upset you more and more.
Everything was so confusing that you couldn’t even make sense of yourself anymore. Yes, you were mad about everything with Chrissy, but you also knew he didn’t know everything that transpired between you and her.
Chrissy and Billy should’ve been enough for him to not want anything to do with her, yet you still believed him when he told you it was a mistake, that he would’ve never done it if he knew. And the pool… the things he said in the car. Hours ago when you went to his trailer.
Sure, he was sorry, and he said he’d prove himself to you.
But none of you ever out loud said anything, it had always been a cowardice dance around your feelings, and you were afraid that if this dance ended, then it would be all too real. It would all be over.
A heave of breath exited your lips, attempting to drown away the worries, but they were spiked up the second the song ended and Eddie spoke up again.
“This next song is for my friends over there, Nancy and Jonathan,” He exclaimed with a grin, finger excitedly pointing towards the two of them, it was the first time his gaze had left yours, involuntarily your head turned to your right.
“They’re getting married this weekend, and were kind enough to let me and my dipshit friends play,” He said with a sheepish grin, and Nancy and Jonathan shyly smiled at him, waving him off in a dismissive way,
“So this is for the soon-to-be newlywed couple, and for the special girl next to them, who’s mad at me for a lot of reasons, and she has every right to be, I was a total ass.” He earned chuckles and some cheering from the crowd, who unintentionally all faced you.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but hey, maybe this might help my case, huh?” He said with a grin, his gaze was dangerously addicting, full of promises, and you couldn’t help the way it made stupid butterflies appear in your stomach.
It was so easy for him to get you like this, you were starting to feel pathetic.
Speechless, and the heat quick to rise to your cheeks, you were trying to ignore the whispers and stares from the crowd, but it was basically impossible.
The opening chords were enough to rattle your memory, the dreamy guitar riffs from Eddie sweeping in echoing the space as if it was just the two of you.
You knew exactly which song he was playing.
And the vocals, added with Eddie’s smooth, sultry voice were enough to have your heartbeat raising making you almost feel small, haziness overtaking your mind.
And it only brought back one memory to your mind.
FIVE YEARS AGO.
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA.
Another job interview, another opportunity you feel like you have missed.
It hadn’t been long since the two of you had arrived in Los Angeles, yet every passing minute felt like you had been wasting away your time, you needed a job, and no one in stupid LA was hiring you.
A groan escaped your lips when you plopped yourself onto the couch, right next to Eddie who was way too into scribbling something into a notebook.
Wait… was he using the…?
“Is that… the notebook?” Your eyes lit up happily. It was such a small, stupid thing.
But for you, it was important. That notebook was important. And you never actually thought he’d care about it, but it looked like he was carrying it in his back pocket.
“Is that a crime?” Eddie sassed.
With a scoff, you narrowed your gaze. “No, doofus! I just didn’t think you’d actually use it.”
Almost taken aback Eddie sat up straight on the couch, knees brushing against yours now. “Are you kidding? Half of this bad boy is filled with lyrics.”
“What is the other half made of?” You asked with a dangerous grin.
“You’d have to kill me to find out.” Eddie enunciated dramatically, tone drooping lower to mimic mystery.
“Oh, come on!” You huffed, curiosity getting the best of you. Scooting closer to him, you pouted. “Can’t you at least give me something?” You asked, all doe-eyed, tone sticky sweet, in a way that always got to Eddie.
“Oh, sweetheart,” He groaned, almost melting into you, “You know I’ll give you anything if you ask that sweetly.”
You grinned happily, clapping your hands together in victory once he ripped up a page and handed it to you.
“That is the chorus of a song I’m working on,” He mumbled, eyes nervously following you, waiting to read your reaction.
She's thunderstorms
Lying on her front, up against the wall
She's thunderstorms
Your eyes blinked quickly to process everything. It had been not too long since the both of you had come to L.A., Eddie was desperately trying to send the band’s best material to any label who was willing to sign them.
And you had just gotten out of a horrible relationship, things had not been steady enough for the two of you to ever discuss anything about your feelings, always tip-toeing around it, but too scared to ever actually delve into it.
Yet, you could tell this was about you, something about being described as thunderstorms stuck to your mind, maybe he somehow meant it as good. But all it reminded you of was destruction. And he wasn’t wrong.
It was like everywhere you went, something horrible followed, exactly like a dark cloud looming over, waiting to strike anyone daring to be near you.
Your hand flew to your mouth, teeth grazing through your nails anxiously. “Who’s this thunderstorm girl?” You asked, masking your nervousness with a brittle smile.
He snatched the notebook back, ignoring your little huff. “Someone I went to school with,” He answered cooly and then leaned further into your face with a grin. “I was drivin’ around one day, then saw this girl’s car on the side of the road, to be nice I helped fix her car but then she became totally obsessed with me.” He recalled the first time he met you, animatedly.
“Oh, is that so?”
“Yeah, didn’t leave me alone for years.”
With a narrowed gaze, “Asshole,” you bantered.
“That’s so weird,” He hummed with a smirk “That was her favorite nickname for me,” quipped Eddie and you stuck your tongue at him childishly.
With a slight push on his elbow, he drew closer to you. “So… what did you think?” He coaxed nervously, you could tell it was important to him, yet being this close was making your mind spin.
“I like it,” you muttered, unable to face his beautiful features when he was so close, and your mind spinning with the fact that Eddie thought of you as destructive, too.
“That’s it? You… just like it?”
“No that’s not it, it’s just—” With a sigh you snatched back the notebook from his hands. “It’s just… isn’t this bad?”
“What?” His brows creased together in worry, “W-which one did you not like I can change it-” You shook your head, interrupting his anxious ramble.
“No! I love all of them! But describing… uh—this girl,” Tip-toeing around it, causing Eddie to smirk. “As thunderstorms? Isn’t that bad?”
“No, not at all. It’s a metaphor.” He shook his head, explaining gently.
“She embodies the essence of thunderstorms—unpredictable and explosive. She has the power to create chaos and destruction, and on the surface that might sound bad, yet within that destruction she sparks a new life. You know, making it so much better,” He hummed, licking his lips.
“And she also feels like a thunderstorm, intense and electrifying, shaking up your life, in the best way possible.”
“Oh. Wow,” You mumbled, gaze turning mellow with how well he explained everything, heart melting with how he saw you, not just from the surface, like he could peel the intricate layers of your existence, appreciating every part of it.
“Uhh, then I love that actually,” you concluded with a smile, attempting to mask the fluttering in your stomach. Did he really see you in that way?
Did he really see you as someone worth all of this? You tried to ignore the tears prickling in your eyes, begging to pour out, but you weren’t going to ruin this moment.
You didn’t deserve him. In the slightest. He didn’t deserve to get caught up in your bullshit. You shouldn’t have dragged him here. You were being selfish, but, god, did it feel good.
To finally feel safe, to finally have someone take care of you, to finally have someone you could rely on. After everything, didn’t you at least deserve to be a little selfish?
But that feeling ate away at you, even though you shook it off for the moment, it was eventually going to return. And it did.
“You do?” His brows raised in surprise, it made you want to fuck all and just grab his cheeks and kiss him, lips plush together until the two of you couldn’t breathe.
But you couldn’t afford that, you couldn’t afford the feelings, nor could you afford the fallout. You couldn’t lose him.
“Mhmm,” You answered with a broken smile, hoping he wouldn’t notice. He always did.
“She sounds special.”
“She is,” Eddie agreed, eyeing you with a worried look. “Very, very special,” He repeated, he could tell something was off.
But it was okay, because he was here for you now, and he wasn’t going to leave.
NOW:
Suddenly the room felt suffocating.
Eddie’s gaze on you felt mocking.
It was stupid, he had just dedicated the song to you, yet all your mind could focus on was everything bad that had happened. Ruining everything good that happened with him.
How were you even going to be with him if you couldn’t even handle this?
Fear, trust issues, being afraid of not knowing how things were going to go, if you would fuck this up too, then that was it for you. No one else could compare, and you knew that.
Maybe if you just knew that the same went for Eddie, if you just could see that the five years you spent apart had been just as hell-ish for him if not more. The constant thoughts in his mind reminded him that he could never be over you, truly. Sure, it hurt less now, but the scar was still there, scabbing the second someone mentioned you. The realization of knowing no one could ever be you etched onto his skin.
“Hey… you okay?” Steve’s concerned voice snapped you out of your thoughts, Eddie’s voice served as a background noise while his gaze was still stuck on you.
“Y-yeah, I just—” You faltered, face growing numb and anxiety increasing when you suddenly needed some air.
Too much, all of it was too much.
Eddie could almost sense it, he grew worried at your frowny brows and your tear-streaked gaze.
“I’ll be right back,” you mumbled, body jerking back scurrying out quickly when you ignored everyone calling out for your name.
Eddie’s vocals almost halted, missing a few notes on the guitar before Gareth was quick to snap him back to it.
His head cocked toward your direction, desperate, nearly begging to stop the show, but all of them shook their head quickly, and once Eddie turned back to see the look on Jonathan and Nancy’s face, he realized he couldn’t do this to them.
This was his friends' wedding, and he owed this to them. When the song ended, he was quick to mouth to the others, “After the next song, we’re taking a break.” It wasn’t a request, it was final.
And frankly, the rest of them were too tired out to even argue with a hot-headed Eddie.
“So how is your plan working, dingus?” Robin jeered at Steve.
“Shut up.”
There were a couple more people outside, all leaning against the wall, chuckling while talking over each other loudly, the smoke of their lit cigarettes quick to take over your senses.
With a cough, you leaned further away from them, mind still unraveling what had just happened. You didn’t even know what was happening anymore.
You wanted to smoke, hand itched to reach for the pocket of your jacket and light one to take away your stress, but you could barely breathe as it was right now.
A light tap on your shoulder snapped you away from your thoughts.
Who was it now?
You huffed loudly when your head cocked back.
Fucking great.
Chrissy.
“Oh, Jesus Christ!” You pinched the bridge of your nose in annoyance, this just had to be your luck, your feet picked up quickly, hand quick to reach for the door and go back inside.
“Please, please don’t leave,” She pleaded.
Your hold on the door remained, barely glancing back at her, “Just leave me alone!” You snapped.
“I just want to apologize, please, then I’ll leave you alone, forever.”
“Please, just five minutes.”
You shouldn’t, you really shouldn’t.
Your hold on the door faltered, and with a deep sigh, you turned to her. “Fine.”
“Five minutes,” You warned, your patience already wearing thin.
Her face lit up, blinking a few times to make sure she heard you correctly. “O-oh, okay, good,” She cleared her throat.
“First of all, I’m sorry, for everything, for what I said five years ago, for what I did with Billy, for using what he did to you like a fucking joke. For w-what I said about your parents.” She stammered.
“It’s too late, I know, I fucked up, I shouldn’t have done any of those things, you didn’t deserve it. You deserved a better friend, someone like you.” She almost looked at you like she was waiting for your approval, gauging your reaction, your expressionless face encouraged her to continue.
“I was bitter, jealous. Which isn’t a fucking excuse, I know, I was just—” she took a deep breath. “You were everything I wanted to be, careless, had all the boys' attention, and you didn’t even have to try, you didn’t have to do anything, and they’d just fall at your feet. And I was stupid, bitter, and insecure enough to envy that.”
“That’s not my problem, Chrissy.” You spat out with your gaze narrowing, you couldn’t handle her pity party right now.
“And really, you wanted to be me? Chrissy I didn’t have parents, my boyfriend was a narcissistic asshole.I was broke.” You scoffed with an ironic chuckle, shaking your head in anger.
“I know, I know. It was stupid, and I was stupid, and you didn’t deserve any of that.” Sincerity. Something you haven’t seen from her in years.
“I just wanted to tell you that none of it was your fault.” Now your gaze narrowed, a chuckle rolling on your lips.
You opened your mouth to speak, to protest. “No, I know you’re going to say you didn’t think that but I know you do. Even though you hate me, which I don’t blame you, I know you like the back of my hand, you blame yourself, you always did it. And I’m telling you shouldn’t because it was all my fault. A-and I shouldn’t have done whatever I did with Eddie, I practically took advantage of him like he did to me and then got mad at him, oh god, I’m such a fucking bitch, aren’t I?”
Your eyes blinked quickly to process all of it. Her apology didn’t mean anything, her words didn’t mean anything. But deep down, you knew she was right, even if you wouldn’t admit it. Because you spent many nights blaming yourself, for even opening up to them in the first place.
“First of all, breathe,” you mumbled with annoyance.
“Second of all, yes you are,” you huffed.
“And, taking advantage? What do you mean?”
“Some fucked up part of me wanted him because I knew you wanted him back then, a-and he was right there and he was being nice to me and—” Chrissy took a deep sigh, big blue eyes staring into you knowing that you were not going to like what she was going to say.
“I should’ve known.”
With puckered brows, you crossed your arms against your chest. “Known what?”
“That he was still hung up on you,” she muttered.
You were quick to roll your eyes, “Chrissy—”
“No, no just listen.” But she wasn’t going to let you spiral.
“Look you were dumb enough then—” You threw her a glare, so daggeringly cold that she stopped.
“Sorry,” she muttered before continuing, “Look, the two of you wasted a lot of time. And I know it’s funny hearing this from me because I took part in it, but I’m only saying this because he’s a nice guy, even though I don’t particularly like him right now, he’s a nice guy, and you deserve someone like him.” She enunciated, azure hues embodying such sympathy that had you taken aback.
“You loved him back then, too. I could see it, and I could see it in him, too. That’s what I always wanted, and maybe that’s why he intrigued me so much. But I knew he never got over you.”
You could feel your heart skip a beat, it wasn’t anything new, but hearing this from her, it meant something.
You needed to take control of your feelings, and hearing Chrissy’s words was doing nothing but fuel them more. “Chrissy stop—”
“No, Pinky! He told me! He told me it was you! It had always been you!” She exclaimed, her face growing a nice pink color as you stood frozen.
Your brain felt mushy, rest of your body felt so warm, but still that anger lingered. Why couldn’t he just tell you this? Why couldn’t he just show you?
“What?” You mumbled, brows pinched together.
“Yes!” She exclaimed, sighing at your reaction.
“Look, I just wanted to tell you this, and tell you to get your head out of your ass. I know I’m the last person you wanted to hear this from, but I had to at least make one thing right for you because I know I fucked up every other thing.”
You wanted to tell her to stay the fuck out of it, you wanted to tell her it was all because of her. That she basically ruined your life. But it wasn’t true. It wasn’t all her, it was Billy, too. It wasn’t all her, Eddie played a part in it, too.
But you weren’t going to waste your breath, you didn’t need to blow up in her face for her to know she was wrong, she needed to let that feeling sink in. You weren’t going to forgive her, and you didn’t need to make a fuss about it to feel real.
This was it. A closure.
“I’m sorry, for everything. And I know that you won’t forgive me, but that’s okay. I’m sorry, but please listen to what I just said. Please don’t get in your head and try to ruin something this perfect, okay?”
A peaceful smile appeared on your lips, and you took a deep breath. “You’re right, I won’t forgive you.” You weren’t going to give her any satisfaction or approval, her words didn’t mean a thing.
“Goodbye, Chrissy.” You mumbled.
You could see her stammering, struggling to open her mouth, because she couldn’t say anything else, and this is what she promised, five minutes. It was over.
You backed yourself against the wall, fingers fishing out the pack of cigarettes sitting in the pocket of your jacket.
Without having anything else left to say, she left. And you heaved a sigh of breath, the tip of your cigarette smoldering when you lit it.
You inhaled with eyes squeezed shut, head swirling with much to think about. But at least you were alone. Finally, some space for you to think, and to lay out a little bit of your stress with the most unhealthy outlet.
And of course, that peace lasted for about a few minutes, just when you had finished your cigarette, squishing the remains on the nearest trashcan, Eddie appeared, lightly squeezing your arm to have your attention.
“What?” You snapped when you saw him, eyeing the way he looked taken aback.
His hands held up in front of his chest in defeat, clearly not understanding your sudden rage. The laughter around you had died, people who were smoking outside the bar were clearly more entertained by your drama.
With a huff, you dragged Eddie away from it all, still close to the bar but far away to not have any other distractions.
He sighed, brows etched with worry. “Why did you leave?”
Your hand flew to your forehead, trying to calm your nerves, trying to clear your mind. “Eddie, are you kidding me?” You scoffed, arms wrapped across your chest defensively. “You can’t just drag me away from James, dedicate songs to me and—”
His forehead puckered. “Why not? They’re all about you anyway,” he said with a sly smirk.
“Aurora, She’s Thunderstorms, Zero, Forget Her, Resolve, Fool, two fucking albums, all dedicated to you, you know that.”
“These notes? These stupid notes I’ve been carrying?” He huffed loudly, hand quick to fish inside of his back pocket, aggressively flipping through the pages. “Even if every nerve in my body were numb I’d still be able to feel her.” He turned the page toward you before flipping again.
“I have tried to forget you but I can’t, you invade my dreams, my mind, my whole fucking life. You’re stuck in me and I don’t have the heart to get you out.” He shook his head, reciting it all like it was nothing, but you felt all of it.
His notes making you dizzy. His words scrambling your mind like never before.
“She’s the tear that hangs inside my soul forever. That one is uh—in a song, too,” he mumbled, cheeks flushing with how passionate he was getting, and you held your breath, it’s like you were staring into his soul.
Stark naked. Laying bare, he really was doing this. And you didn’t want him to stop, even though your mouth suggested otherwise.
“And so much more embarrassing stuff that I don’t want to include to not ruin my chances,” he muttered with a lazy smile, and you hated that you could feel it in your skin, the flutters, stomach flipping in the best possible way.
“All fucking about you. Because it was you, from the moment we met.”
“S—stop,” your mouth betrayed you, it was the furthest thing from the truth, and you needed to hear more. You needed the reassurance, you needed him to convince you. More than anything in the world.
But it was all so scary, and he was so close to you that you could feel his passion integrated into your veins.
“Why, Pinky, why should I stop? Why do we have to tip-toe around each other, huh?” He was desperate, eyes flashing with a newfound of desire for you, he wasn’t going to let it go this time.
And it scared you, him being this determined, getting so close to what you actually felt was making your skin crawl, because the way you could feel your heart thumping against your ribcage wasn’t normal. What he was making you feel wasn’t normal. “Because w—we can’t!”
“We can’t what?” He complained, a deep sigh escaping his lips.
“W—we can’t do this, you can’t—”
He shook his head with his brows puckered. “Who are you to decide that? I want to, I so badly want to,” He spat, taking a step closer to you, face merely inches away from you.
His gaze was dangerously inviting, those alluring amber eyes melted into yours, making your pupils dilate, breath hitching as you struggled to keep him away. “Please, Eddie, d—don’t.”
You gulped, hand raising to put a space between the two of you, but it was impossible. He was in your veins now. “Too much has happened, you with Chrissy and—” You didn’t even know what you were blabbering about, just anything to stop your feelings from getting out.
“Chrissy was a mistake!” He retorted with a hiss. He hated that you saw Chrissy as a problem between the two of you. Yes, he fucked up, but it really was a mistake, he’d take it all back in a heartbeat if he could.
Your gaze narrowed, that pettiness returned when you scoffed. “Which time, when you kissed her or when you brought her to brunch?”
Eddie let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head when he looked at you with a dumbfounded look. “Jesus fucking Christ…” He took a breather. “I can’t believe you’re doing that again,” he mumbled, realizing that it wasn’t going to be easy to get you out of this mindset.
It was going to be hard, to convince you of anything, and he understood that, he had trust issues himself, but he wasn’t going to back down. This was it.
You crossed your arms against your chest, gaze avoiding him momentarily. “Doing what?” You muttered.
“You just— you get scared when things get serious, running away when it gets just even a little bit too real,” He scoffed, angling closer to you, fingers ruffling through his curls in frustration.
“Excuse me?”
“Yeah! You call me a coward and fucking look at you!” He snapped, hands gesturingly pointing to you.
“Scrambling just at the thought of us being together.” He argued, some part of him feeling a bit insecure, that maybe you didn’t want this. But, no, he saw that glint in your eyes, he knew the little angry twitch on your lips. You felt the same. And all you needed was a little push.
You breathed, mind scrambled and trying so hard to convince yourself to leave. “T—that’s not it, you—uh you just don’t get it!” You complained with a huff.
Another step closer. One more step and his lips would be on yours, Eddie knew this, you knew this. His gaze momentarily drooped down to your lips, then back to your dilated pupils.
“Then make me understand, let me help you, don’t fucking run, not this time.” It was a little jab, but something needed to get you to spill, he was playing all the right cards and you were getting overwhelmed.
“J—just stop!”
“Why? Fucking why? Tell me one good fucking reason as to why we shouldn’t try it, we never even gave it a chance!” He ranted, veins in his forehead popping with how much he was trying to keep it all together. And you weren’t even trying.
“We wouldn’t work, okay?”
He shook his head. “Not good enough,” He argued.
“W—we’re on two different paths now, Eddie.” You didn’t have any good excuses, he was right.
“Not good enough.” Once again, that same arguing tone.
You huffed. “Too much time passed and—”
“Not fucking good enough!” He cursed, hands landing on your shoulder to keep you in place, and your cheeks flushed immediately, while still trying to deny it. You were pathetic.
“Stop being a fucking coward!” He seethed, eyes fiery and red.
Why were you insisting on being so fucking stubborn? You were driving him crazy, yet it wasn’t going to stop him.
Coward is what had you scrambling. Because you knew he was right. “Fuck you,” You spat, body jerking quickly to leave, feet picking up quickly as Eddie groaned loudly.
So. Fucking. Stubborn.
He was quick on his feet, letting curses slip past his lips before he yanked you to him, earning a small gasp from your lips before you finally faced him.
Gaze mellow, but just as fiery, your furrowed brows and dilated pupils only encouraging him more and more. Flutters in your stomach had never left, your skin was burning, everywhere, but specifically on the hold he had on you.
You didn’t manage to utter anything else, you couldn’t because he had you this time. There was no running away from it, your heart was hammering so hard inside of your chest that you were sure he could hear it.
His hold on your arm was firm but somehow gentle, letting you know that he wasn’t going to let you go.
You opened your mouth, wanting to speak, but he interrupted, his hands now firmly cupping your cheeks, squishing you with force, and you couldn’t help the contended sigh that left your parted lips. “I’m not letting you run away, not this time,” He mumbled, words sounding like silk falling from his lips, all you could do was gaze into him. He stood inches away from you, breath fanning against your face.
He licked his lips desperately, gaze drooping to your candy-glossed, needy lips. Face so close that you could feel the desperation radiating off of him. And you shared it. You managed to take a quick breath before his hand fisted your hair and his mouth crashed down to yours.
He pressed you harder against his chest, breathless, your lips molded together, a perfect fit. And he could taste the Cosmopolitan on your tongue, a tinge of alcohol mixed with your sweetness, making his head spin, a taste he realized he’d never have enough of.
Those little thumps your heart did were now out of control, possibly pounding a million beats a second. His small stubble scratched against your chin, rough, it should’ve made you uncomfortable yet all it did was make you kiss him harder, shutting up your brain as your mouth replied to him, kissing him back with just as much force, you melted into him, melted into his hold, and you let him engulf you, fully, completely.
Plushy lips slightly parted apart, his tongue slipped past between your teeth, your hand finding its way to his hair, feeling the curly strands between your fingers, it’s softer than you expected and your lips parted to let out a slight whine as you tugged at them.
All those years of wishing, all those years of wanting, yearning, and needing exploded into this. Kissing like your lives depended on it, chests pressed against each other, Eddie’s hand slipping to your waist, desperately tugging you closer to him as if that was even possible.
Your heart exploded into your chest, his tongue not wavering the chance to explore yours, sucking on it, greedily, desperately.
The background noises disappeared, the cackles of the girls, the booming music coming from inside of the bar, and the honks from the busy street. They ceased to exist and it was just you and him. Feeling each other, completely, fully.
You knew at some point one of you had to pull away, but none of you dared to, it was just pure desire, a hunger that couldn’t be sated.
All the years spent yearning and pining, acting like two fucking idiots.
He wanted to breathe you, drink you in, and he wasn’t intent on letting you go. Ever.
You from five minutes ago who wanted to refuse him, refuse this was an absolute fucking idiot. Gone. You tasted like the sweetest honey and he tasted like everything you wanted and more. It’s even needier than the first kiss, more sure, it’s like a promise.
This is it. Both of you can feel it. This finally changes everything.
final authors note — uhhhh so yeah... if yall wanna talk about that my asks r open LMAO.
#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson series#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson angst#rockstar!eddie munson#rockstar!eddie x reader#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson x you#getaway car series#getaway car
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Heyyyy I really love ur writing! And also kind of ur vibe as a person 😳 but anyway!
Since you said we can be specific, I wanted to ask about Hobie getting a just a little bit flustered when receiving genuine heartfelt compliments and affection through words bc it catches him off guard. He'd also find the reader a bit naive at first only to find out that they're actually incredibly cunning and calculated. They just come across as naive bc they're so ridiculously sweet once they trust someone :3 (and it always looks like they trust quickly bc they have insane psychoanalytic abilities but now I'm rambling;;; (´⊙ω⊙`)! )
Hope this isn't too much ^^"
hobie realises you’re not as naive as he thought
hobie brown x gn!reader
omggg 😳 tyy anonnnn you got me blushing n shit 🤭 but no fr, ty that’s so sweet lmao <33 and no, this was perfect, ily
warnings: none
pairing: hobie brown x gn!reader
requests: masterlist plz
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on first inspection, to hobie, you appear to be this person that trusts way too easily and immediately treats people way too kind for a person you just met- you seem clueless and completely naive when it comes to putting your trust in others since you’re so quick to do it
hobie doesn’t think it’s a bad trait at all to be inherently kind, but when you’re kind to literally everyone you immediately deem trustworthy, it’s like you’re looking to get hurt
he might occasionally have one of his rants to you about the ins and outs of the “real world”, propaganda that surrounds you, distracting you from the truth, the sharks at the top of it all, the people that would take advantage of you
there’s no ill intent, he just really thinks you’re gonna get hurt like that
and who wants that ?
so yeah, anyway, when he first meets you, he can basically see the switch once you’ve realised he’s trust worthy
you’re the sweetest person ever without prompt, and it admittedly looks like nativity to him at first
but because you now trust him, it means you’ll be a sweetheart to him
at first, it’s small compliments that he can appreciate- maybe something about his style or rebellious attitude that he’s heard all before
but you suddenly amp it up for no reason one day and it just completely turns the tides
if you’re aware of his secret identity, you change his perception of you completely when you basically soul read him
you manage to craft the most heartfelt, genuine, sincere acknowledgement of the sacrifices he’s made, along with genuine thanks and somehow stating the closest interpretation of his emotions that he’s ever heard before. from someone that isn’t him, anyway
hell, you’ve maybe even just helped him realise a few things about himself
he’s fucking gobsmacked
he stares at you as if you’ve just said the most outrageous but enlightening thing ever to be uttered
slack jawed, eyes wide, completely silenced for a solid while
he’s eventually able to process wtf you just said to him, and now he’s just trying to play it off with a really goofy grin that doesn’t hide he’s flustered
hobie’s doing all sorts with his hands to try distract the both of you- gestures while he tried to defend the little of his pride he has left, holding the back of his neck, maybe nudging you or shaking your whole frame
he gets the faintest idea that you might be just a little less naive than he though, but not entirely
that might have just been a lucky guess, after all
you’re definitely smarter in his eyes, though
depending on your status, if you’re a spider-person, from a different dimension, from his dimension- it doesn’t matter, he’s intrigued by you now
might brag a bit or be like “can you believe this?” when he sees you soul reading someone else
now there’s been multiple times throughout your guys’ friendship where you manage to slap him with some ungodly wisdom relating to him out of absolutely nowhere, and it never fails to catch him off guard
of course, hobie’s effortlessly cool, so being caught off guard is gonna keep making him feel a little vulnerable and flustered
especially when you just casually do one of the most in depth psychoanalysis of him ever for like the third time this week
he’s starting to think that you know something the rest of the multiverse doesn’t, how do you do that ?
“alright, alright! allow it, man, allow it.”
he’s laughing, but he’s also questioning where you stand in the world, are you secret intelligence ? tf is goin on
if you weaponise this ability to read people like an open book, then he can have fun with it
now it’s funny
especially if you guys are spider-people together and he just casually points out a villain you’ve been assigned to, with a look that says “ruin them”
this can also happen to random people on the street
it’s like how he can completely destroy peoples perception and faith in the establishment n all that, if you so choose, you can really make people feel seen or completely vulnerable or called out
after these encounters with bad people, he realises something about you
you’re somehow able to just know who to trust, and your guts never wrong
he wonders if it’s your spider-sense at first, if you have that
now he’s starting to piece everything together
you can easily distinguish between the good and bad people- the good you immediately trust and treat like an old friend
the bad, you never give the time of day
you’re always so quick to trust, and naive
but it’s starting to become clear to hobie that this isn’t nativity, you just have an uncanny ability to know people before they even introduce themselves
it’s kind of reassuring in a way, if he’s ever doubtful about someone, he’ll go to you and be like “thoughts?” then you can relay this insanely detailed psychoanalysis of this person you’ve just met
now he sees you as this incredibly insightful person, a lovely individual who has the potential to ruin lives with your insane ability to call people out
bonus:
if you guys are spider-people together, you’re both pretty well known for running your mouths
you instil fear
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as always, lemme know if this ate or not and i’ll try my best to fix it !
#across the spiderverse#spider man: across the spider verse#headcanon#imagine#oneshot#ask#hobie brown#atsv hobie#hobie spiderverse#hobie brown x reader#hobie x you#hobie x y/n#hobie x reader#hobie x gn!reader#hobie x gender neutral reader#hobie brown x gender neutral reader#hobie brown x gn!reader#spider punk
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three in one || hwang hyunjin
» summary: hyunjin finds it depressing to hear that you’ve never had an orgasm. he’s determined to give you three in one night. at least.
» pairing: hyunjin x reader
» rating: NC-17 minors please do not interact
» genre: acquaintances to very well acquainted LMAO, porn with minimal (no) plot, implied he has a crush on you though
» warnings: WELL so… degradation, dom hyunjin, sub reader, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, overstimulation (if you squint), squirting, unprotected sex (it’s fiction ok do better), name calling, very brief crying, hyunjin is big, cowgirl, creampie, spanking, chocking, spitting, slapping (tame tho like once), hyunjin is smug af, sex at a party, hints of aftercare mentioned, i think i got it all now...
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» a/n: i am revamping tomorrow hyunjin blog only everyone else irrelevant (i’m only joking do not come for me i very much love everyone) but fr i can't even defend myself anymore han i'm so sorry ily. also, i am hitting a milestone soon and have a celebration post up with some ideas in mind for how to celebrate so if you have any particular WIP's of mine you'd like to see first, you can find it here.
The silence in the room drove you further into your best friends arms, hiding out of sheer embarrassment at everyone's surprise. You hadn’t really thought about it, that spilling something you didn’t even deem a secret to be so… well, crazy.
“You’ve never?” Minho speaks up first, his face both disbelieving and feeling a little sorry for you. He’s incredibly outspoken, and you know both from him and others that unlike you, he has a rather successful sex life.
“How do you know?” Felix interjects.
“What do you mean how does she know?” Seungmin’s hit the back of his friends head, who in turn hits back as the two begin to argue amongst each other.
“I mean… it’s not a big deal,” you try, but it’s met with even more outcry from your circle of acquaintances. That’s what makes it so awkward, maybe, that you’d dared share it to classmates that were more only known to you through Jisung, rather than being actual friends to you.
“You’re in your sexual prime and you’ve never had an orgasm. How is that not a big deal?” Minho continues, and you don’t miss the compliment thrown in there somewhere that he considered you to be in your prime at university.
“Maybe men just don’t do it for her,” Seungmin interjects, and you don’t miss the way he glances over at Hyunjin, who’d sat rather quietly the whole night.
You’d ended up at a house party that was still going on all around you, mostly in the living room (where loud music could be heard even from the kitchen), but you were sat in a chair at the dining table, drink in front of you nearly finished, and your best friend and some of his friends around you.
Hyunjin was the one you knew the least and also found the most difficult to speak to. Maybe it was the crush you’d been developing on him, or maybe it was the fact that he was just very, very hard to get a word out of when he wasn’t in a particularly talkative mood.
“Wouldn’t blame her. We aren’t that great,” Minho looks entirely offended by Jisung’s offhanded comment next to you, as if he couldn’t believe the audacity of someone to even suggest it. Though it was all in good fun, and seconds later he’s breaking out into laughter.
You’re thankful that the conversation bleeds into another hot topic and that the boys all seem to move on from your confession, even if part of you thinks they’ll be ready to bring it up again in no time. Deciding to slip away before that happens, you excuse yourself and offer to replace everyone's drinks while you grab water.
“I’ll come with,” Hyunjin’s chair scrapes loudly, only muffled slightly by loud cheering out in the living room that makes all of you turn while he stands up, “could use the refill.”
You nod, realising very quickly that you’ve never actually been alone with Hyunjin. You shared art classes together, but he always sat on the other side of the room near one of the windows, and the few attempts you’d tried to make at conversation, always ended in you saying nothing before sitting back down defeated.
The annoyance on Hyunjin’s face is near commical when people push and stumble into you both, though it surprises you to feel him reach for your wrist and pull you further behind him to shield you. Maybe you’re overthinking it, but he seems more frustrated at people crashing into you than into him.
“Fucking hell,” you both land by the bar that’s situated ontop of a rather unstable table, an assortment of half empty drinks and buckets of ice that hold wine.
“I just want water,” you interject when he’s about to refill your wine, and while his face seems a bit confused (something which you think is really, really annoyingly cute), he doesn’t argue with you or try to convince you to keep drinking.
“Water it is,” to no ones surpise, the water bottles are the most full, Hyunjin pouring it into your cup before handing it back to you.
“Thank you,” he nods, making his own drink while you watch in silence. It feels a little awkward, but it may just be the fact that you’re staring at him whilst he’s ignoring you completely.
“How many people have you slept with?”
You nearly spit out your drink, coughing while Hyunjin immediately reacts and hits your back lightly, waiting for you to steady yourself. He’s smiling, hiding his laughter, and you begin to feel so stupid for ever struggling to say a word to him. Whilst he’s rather introverted, from what you could tell, he seemed nothing but sweet.
“Are you going to judge me?”
“No, I’m not asking so I can judge you for it,” he leans back against the table, something he maybe shouldn’t do given that it trembles slightly, his hands holding the edges.
“Six,” you clear your throat, crossing your arms in a defensive stance. He’s eyelevel with you, though his shoulder blonde hair is hiding his brown eyes, covering part of his face before he runs his hand through it.
“Isn’t that a little sad?”
Immediately you recoil, feeling not only embarassment but shame as you look away. You can see him move out of the corner of your eye, but you refuse to look until he’s hooked his fingers under your chin and forced your head up, “you’ve been with six people and not even one could make you come?”
Again, you deflate in shame though this time a little differently, understanding that he hadn’t insulted you the way it had initially sounded to you.
“I mean… I… maybe I just can’t-”
“Bullshit, don’t even try to give me that excuse,” his fingers are still holding your chin up, and you watch him bite down on his lower lip before placing his drink down on the table. He’s thinking, what of you’re not sure, but you can practically see thoughts twist in his head before he leans down and kisses you.
You don’t expect it, but it’s such a welcome surprise that you immediately melt against him. He’s electrifying you, pulling you in as he grips your waist and you fall further into him. It ends all too quickly, an embarassing sound close to a whine leaving your lips when he pulls away.
“I’ll show you if you want…” he’s teasing you, nibbling gently on your left ear before leaving a wet kiss on your neck, “I’ll make it three.”
Hyunjin walks away before you have time to react, his drink in hand as he holds it up as if to say cheers, and you’re standing there wondering if you’re hallucinating or having a very imaginative dream. You’re wrong in thinking he’s going back to the kitchen though, for you see him turn the other way towards the staircase, looking back at you one last time with a knowing smirk.
He’s inviting you.
And you can’t seem to say no.
You send Jisung a message that you’re with Hyunjin getting some air, choosing not to elaborate but saying just enough so that hopefully, he doesn’t worry too much about your lack of return and also doesn’t go looking for you (though with him, you could never be sure).
Your heart is beating out of your chest as you head upstairs, being met with a rather spacious hallway and an assortment of photos on the walls and pots of flowers and plants along the doors. You have no clue where he is and don’t really want to check in every last corner, but turns out you don’t have to, for one door opens and arms snake around your waist and pull you inside before you can say a single word in protest.
“Couldn’t resist, hmm?” the familiar voice makes you calm down, realising it’s Hyunjin that took you hostage and not a stranger, cornering you at the door that’s now kicked shut and locked. His eyes are darker, more driven with lust and you wonder if you look much the same.
“Hyunjin-” he kisses you again, effectively shutting you up as you moan against him, feeling one of his hands slide to the back of your thigh, lifting your leg to push himself closer between you. It makes you arch into him, though he forcefully presses a hand to your chest to push you back into the door.
“F-fuck me. You’ll ruin me,” he bites your neck, enough to sting but there’s a sense of pleasure that comes with it that makes the sensation rather addicting. You want him to do it again, “you think I never noticed you in class? Always looking at me but never saying anything? I was just waiting for you to speak to me.”
“Y-you noticed-”
“Hard not to notice you,” his eyes run along your body, hovering over the zipper that runs through the entirety of your dress at the front. Whilst it looks more like a decorative pieace, it also happens to be the way in and out of your tight dress that now, you realise, may also have been daringly short, “and then you show up in this.”
It’s the way he says it, so raw and rough as his hands run over the fabric, that makes you whimper again. You weren’t sexually inexperienced at all, but the way he was treating you made everything feel new again.
You get barely a second to react to him lifting you up, your legs going around his waist while the skirt of your dress rises enough for him to see your panties that match the red of your outfit, as if you’d really thought this out, “Jesus.”
He’s captivated by you, using one hand to hold you up and using the other to push the fabric further up, until your underwear is so clear to him that he sees the way the barely there lace fabric clings to your folds. You tremble at his display of strength when he holds you up, reaching for his shoulders to pull him against you.
His mouth is back on yours as he moves, eventually throwing you onto the bed with far more force than he needed to whilst he kicks his shoes off. You’re about to do the same with your heels, though his hands circle your ankles before he kisses the skin there, “leave them.”
It’s a demand you don’t say no to, watching him while he bruises and licks your inner thigh, leaving trails of kisses while your breathing becomes heavier and the room becomes hotter, “Hyunjin.”
He responds to his name easily, your dress up over your hips as his tongue glides over your clothed folds, and you’re already gripping the bedsheets roughly. He’s teasing you slowly, so painfully that you’re a whimpering mess underneath him and can barely comprehend when he’s pushed the fabric to one side, his tongue circling around your throbbing clit.
“Fuck, H-Hyunjin,” he groans, making your entire body respond as his mouth does wonders on your cunt, twisting his tongue into patterns before dipping it inside your entrance.
“You have no idea how good you taste,” and you’re inclined to believe it, if only for the way you see his eyes hungrily gaze into yours while he’s teasing the bundle of nerves gently between his teeth. Your legs push against him, forcing his head back down with your hand that grips his hair, but he doesn’t seem to mind as you practically suffocate him.
It actually urges him on, if anything, to repeat what he’s doing and adjust his pace, and you clench around nothing as a familiar coil twists in your stomach that never quite goes over the edge of letting go.
“Please,” you beg, and it sounds like music to his ears. His hands grip your hips, pushing you down hard enough to bruise, and the strength he displays, seeing the way his muscle strain under his shirt and him between your legs makes you lose it.
Your entire body lets go, thighs likely crushing him between you as your body lifts off the bed, but he doesn’t let go or stop, moving with you as his hands go to you ass, kneading the skin as you grind against his lips, your orgasm tearing through you as you scream his name.
“Hyunjin… god, Hyun- fuck,” you’re shaking, near tears because his tongue won’t stop lapping over your clit, and you’re half off the bed tempting him to absolutely ravish you.
“P-please,” you’re trying to tell him it’s too much, but you’re just as desparate for him to never stop. Though he lets go with an obsence sound as you fall back down, seeing his face glisten from the little light from the moon outside.
“I’m not done with you,” you nearly tell him you don’t want him to be, but the words get caught in your throat when he starts to undress. You’d known he was muscular, if you hadn’t already before you defintiely knew it when he’d been holding you against the wall or pushed you into the bed, but seeing it was different.
His muscles were perfectly defined, creating beautiful shadows and light with the source outside, and you don’t realise how much you’re staring until he’s laughing at you, “that surprised?”
“N-no,” but it sounds rather pathetic and you can’t even try to make yourself sound more stable, for he’s taking his jeans off next, left in only his briefs that seem to strain a lot aganst his hard cock. It looks so tempting, though when you go to take his last pieace of clothing off, he grabs your wrists and pins them over your head with one hand, laying beside you.
“Don’t,” it’s another demand and you listen, legs squeezing together when he kisses you again. He’s so calculated with everything, pulling away to lean his forehead against yours, watching the way your face twists and changes in pleasure and arousal as he begins to unzip your dress.
Your tits practically spill out once the fabric allows them to, and Hyunjin can’t contain his surprise to find the metalic jewelry in both of them. It’s the first time since coming into this room that you feel like for a brief second, you have the upper hand, “like them?” you twist your body slightly, enough for them to push together whilst he’s still bound your hands together.
“You’re gonna kill me,” the zipper is completely undone, your dress now open at the front as he takes one of your nipples into your mouth. It’s foreign to him, to feel a metalic object in his mouth, but he doesn’t mind when he hears the way you start panting again.
He swears you’re the sexiest woman he’s ever seen in his life, and he lets two of his fingers slip between your slick folds again with next to no warning, smirking when you cry his name out, “are you going to be good and come for me again?”
“Y-yes,” he grins, eyes falling onto yours to watch you, see the way your face changes as one of his fingers pushes inside you. The cold metal of his ring makes you clench, and he hisses at the feeling.
“How the hell are you going to fit my cock if you’re this tight?” he pushes the imposing digit in and out of you, agonising in his movements before he adds another. Hyunjin feels the way you relax more and more, your chest moving up and down with heavy breaths as your eyes begin to close.
He decides he doesn’t like that, sitting up in a way that allows his free hand to go around your throat, squeezing lightly. The shock makes you open your eyes, and immediately, he stops the small constriction in airflow, “good girl.”
You whimper, a crying sound that turns into a louder moan when a third finger slips inside you, “did you like that?”
There’s a blush on your cheeks when you nod, and Hyunjin makes a mental note to remember it, “so you like it rougher?”
In a way, it doesn’t surprise him, but it makes him grin as his fingers push deeper, enough for you to arch up, though you’re flat on the matress again when his hand is back on your throat, “is this okay?”
He’s asking out of concern, even if you aren’t offering up much resistance, but he stops the grip he has on you when you don’t say anything first, “yes. Please d-don’t stop.”
“Hmm, you really act like a whore,” he’s grinning, feeling you clench around his fingers at the insult and more and more, his thought that you love to be degraded very much seems to ring true.
He doesn’t warn you when his thumb finds your clit, nor do you expect it. You’d been so distracted by his fingers inside you and his insults and the hand occasionally on your throat that it was the very last thing you expected, realising how close to the edge you actually were when he teases you there.
“Yes, yes, yes, don’t stop. Hyunjin p-please,” and how could he say no if you begged so nicely? He leans down, kissing the shell of your ear before he whispers.
“On one condition,” you’re ready to give anything, feeling tears sting at the corners of your eyes from the frustration you feel, “you ride my cock like the slut you are.”
It pushes you over the edge, your eyes squeezing shut as your body pushes off the bed again, though he’s quick to push you down and hold you there with his free arm, fingers still deep inside you as your walls clench around him. His thumb is still teasing your clit, briefly stopping the motion to spit on the throbbing bundle of nerves before letting his saliva mix with your orgasm.
Your come is along his forearm and even on his thighs with the way he’d been sat, but he’s relentless on not stopping, enough to send an afterwave of another shattering orgasm that has you squirting onto him again, and you’re crying and screaming his name over and over from pleasure that’s too much.
He wonders if the whole house hears it, but honestly, he’s not that sure he cares, nor does he care how you’re spilling onto someone’s bedsheets.
“H-Hyunjin,” your tired arms dig into his biceps, tearing the skin red, making him hiss, fingers slipping out of you before he slaps your pussy, your body arching off the bed when he does, “f-fuck.”
“Open,” you’re barely able to comprehend anything, but your jaw goes slack as you let two of his fingers push in, immediately sucking on his digits and tasting yourself on your tongue, “you made such a mess, princess.”
You groan, still shaking from your orgasm though seeing the way his thighs and arms are glistening in your juices. He looks nearly just as spent, breathing heavily, his hair clinging to his skin by his neck and forehead, but you don’t think you look any better.
“Let’s take this off,” he helps you out of your dress fully, your underwear following quickly before he strips naked before you. Your jaw practically drops again, seeing his cock spring free and slap his stomach. You feel yourself get more aroused, and it doesn’t surprise you to feel some of your arousal stick to your thighs.
“You look ruined,” he’s grinning, hand cupping your cheek as he admires the streaks of mascara and mess of light pink lipstick on your face. You still look beautiful.
You push your body up to sit on the edge of the bed where he stands, eye-level with his waist as your hands go to his hips. He seems to know what you’re doing, but he thinks he prefers you in a different position, “knees.”
It’s like you’re possessed, for you’re on your knees in an instant, your heels against your ass while the wooden floor digs into your skin, “open your mouth.”
You do as you’re told, looking up at him just as he spits into your mouth again. When you’re about to swallow it, he tsks, stopping you, “stick your tongue out.”
When you do, he’s grinning, seeing how eager you are to please him makes his cock twitch as he lays the tip onto your tongue. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen someone respond so eagerly, but you wrap your mouth around him immediately, eyes looking up at him wide and innocently.
He doesn’t know how much longer he can go without fucking you.
“Good girl,” you love the praise, even as your jaw aches slightly from his girth. His cock is long and thick, your mouth far too small, though you manage to push yourself about halfway before you’re chocking.
Hyunjin’s hand goes to your hair, tugging it harshly to make you look up, and it’s that innocent look again, sucking on his cock like you’re starved, that makes him lose all reserve, yanking you back so his cock springs free again. You don’t get much of a warning when he leans down, hands going to your waist as he lifts you up rather roughly, making you yelp as your arms go around him.
His cock is pressed against your folds, making you both moan as the tip grazes your entrance. You’re coating him in your slick, and he doesn’t waste a second to fall back on the bed first with you on top of him. Your small fingers find his cock whilst you lift yourself up, letting his tip push just past your aching hole as you let out a mewl. He’s barely a centimeter inside you and already, you feel painfully tight, “go slow… it’s okay.”
You nod, feeling him steady you by your hips to hold you up if needed, and even though it pains him considerably, he’s letting you choose the pace as he mostly stays unmoving. His cock feels like it’s splitting you open, clenching around him and making him hiss when you do, but you will yourself to relax and slowly inch yourself up and down on the bit of his cock that you’ve managed to fit inside you.
“Hmm look at you… you’re being so good,” the praise makes you eager and willing, and he feels the way you respond to his words, slowly going an inch further.
You don’t notice his cock fully inside you until you realise you’re fully straddling his lap, his head rolling back just seeing the way he’d disappeared in you. It’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen, having you above him, naked and wanting.
It’s absolutely agony for him to see you slowly bounce up and down, getting used to his length and moaning every time he bottoms out, your tits moving more and more the faster you go, and he reaches to pinch your nipples, teasing the pierced flesh as you whimper before slapping the skin.
“F-fuck,” he wants to move, be rougher, but he doesn’t unless you tell him he can, until you tell him you want more, “m-more.”
It’s like music to his ears, and he immediately begins to meet your thrusts, using the strength in his body to be rougher, his hands finding your ass and giving it a daring slap to see how you react. Your hands fall to his chest, steadying yourself while you bounce on his cock, and he slaps your ass one more time, harder, feeling the way your walls clench tightly around him when he does.
“You like that?” you nod, a tired yes leaving your lips, and Hyunjin decides that maybe, he’ll let you rest a bit. Though his idea of rest is rather different from most, “sweetheart, let me.”
Feeling his cock leave you nearly makes you cry, but he’s turning you around so your back is to him, slipping himself back inside your pussy without thinking about it much, as if it's molded for him. You’re not sure what he’s planning as he sits up slightly, letting your back fall to his chest, pushing your legs up against your stomach so you’re folded against him, allowing him more control of how deep he goes inside you whilst his hands hold your ankles by your heels.
You realise quickly that Hyunjin had changed the position because it would allow him to thrust into you faster, and he’s immediately relentless with his pace, making you cry out his name as every angled movement of his cock hits inside you beautifully.
Your tits bounce deliciously, his mouth sucking hickeys onto your shoulder to hide his groans, one arm moving to hold you under your knees while the other finds your throat again, “you’re gonna come on my cock.”
It’s not a request but rather you being told, and you meekly nod as your fingers go over those around your neck, daring him to squeeze tighter. He does, fucking into you harder, hard enough that you wonder if his hips will bruise you, but your senses are overwhelmed and you can’t help it when your free hand goes to your clit, teasing the nerve just like Hyunjin had done earlier.
It makes him lose it, seeing you pleasure yourself with his cock deep inside you and his hand around your neck, and he’s almost relieved when your body stops moving before it crashes into your third (or fourth?) orgasm of the night, screaming his name so loudly that he knows it was heard downstairs just as his cum spills inside you, coating your walls as you clench and twist in his arms, your sweat covered back sticking to his chest.
Hyunjin slows, but he’s still thrusting into you, more languid as he pushes his cum inside you, and you let out a strained moan when you see him slip out of you, the mess of both your orgasms on his cock and spilling out of you whilst you try to regain your breathing.
It’s peaceful first, as you lay next to Hyunjin trying to kick your heels off, though you eventually give up and he does it for you with a little laugh, though he's interrupted with a knock on the door.
“Hyunjin, what the fuck did you do?” it’s not angry, but you recognise the teasing voice of your best friend and you immediately want to disappear. You’re convinced you can never leave this room again, or if you do, it’ll have to be through the window.
“I was only trying to help,” you look next to you, about to hit Hyunjin for the way he’s teasing yet the way he lays there, so ethereal and practically glowing from the aftermath still panting, you can’t bring yourself to.
“Ah, well I take it it was succesful?” there’s laughter, all good natured but it makes you hide in Hyunjin’s chest anyway, and the blonds heart practically melts seeing you push into him.
“It would be very rude of me not to have been!”
He kisses your forehead, the laughter fading away and whilst you know they’re only well intending, you know you’ll never live any of it down. If not from Jisung, then definitely from Minho, from what you could gather.
Or Seungmin.
“Are you okay?”
You look up at Hyunjin, seeing the very real concern in his eyes and it takes your breath away. Your silence, however, worries him, and his face immediately turns into a frown, “did I hurt you?”
“No! No, I’m just… tired.”
He nods, understanding because he feels much the same, but he doesn’t really want to keep you in this mess.
“Can you get up for me?”
You sit up slowly, his fingers running along your arm in patterns as he urges you on, smiling, “let’s clean you a bit. I’ll drive you to mine and you can shower? I’ll order us some food. How does that sound?”
Honestly, you could really use the meal. That, and food always tasted better when it was free.
“I like pizza,” Hyunjin laughs, nodding as he does his best to clean up the mess on your body with the ruined sheet that he’ll have to throw on the floor for the laundry (or even burn).
“Pizza it is.”
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awh i really love your comfort fics! is it okay if i request where skz s/o is deaf? sorry if that's weird but you don't have to do this if you don't want too :)
also please remember to take care of yourself before i find you and eat you
Nooo it’s not weird at all. I have a deaf relative so I don’t find it weird. Also thank youuuu! Feedback means a lot to me! :,) I WILL TAKE CARE OF MYSELF, I don’t wanna get eaten yet. You do the same though!!!! 🫶☺️
GN Deaf! Reader X SKZ
Warnings: reader is deaf. Some have hearing aid mentions, others the reader is just rawdogging it bc… well, idk. Variety?, two members get confrontational to defend reader. Mostly just fluffy moments skz would have with a deaf s/o.
Note: I’m not deaf myself, I’m just basing this off of my relatives experience and what I’ve researched so please let me know of any inaccuracies! I want to be as respectful as possible. Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy and as always, if no one’s told you today, ily! 🫶
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Chan
“You look great.” Chan carefully signed, making sure you saw.
You smiled at his compliment and signed back, “thank you. You too.”
Chan reached for your hand, taking it in his and leading you over to a bench in the park you two met up at.
He sat down after you did and shifted to face you, raising his hands as he prepared to sign again.
“What do you want to do today?” You could tell all he wanted to do was make sure you’re happy and having fun.
You started to sign back, but wasn’t sure just how much sign language he knew, so you pulled out your phone and typed your response in the notes app.
‘There’s that amusement park that I’ve been wanting to check out?’
Passing your phone to Chan, he read it and smiled, nodding when he saw you were looking at him.
“Me too.”
Lee Know
You and Minho were in a busy café when someone had bumped into you and immediately got annoyed and started to yell at you, “get out of the way!”
You were unaware, already having had gotten over being bumped into but this person harshly grabbed your shoulder to make you look at them.
You read their lips, feeling frightened that someone was this upset when they were the ones who bumped into you.
Minho immediately stepped in between you and this angry person and calmly but sternly glared down at them, crossing his arms.
“You’re seriously yelling at a deaf person for something you did? You look stupid and you sound stupid.” Minho spoke, but you were of course unaware of what was being said.
You looked back at the line, seeing you and Minho were about to be next to order and tugged his sleeve. He looked back at you, giving you a small smile as the angry person quickly left.
“We are next.” You signed, then nodded towards the counter. Minho put his arm around your shoulders as you two walked up to the counter once the person in front of you had finished ordering.
Changbin
You read the lyrics Changbin wrote, trying to imagine the melody, while also feeling his feelings in his words.
You were always the first one to read any lyrics Changbin wrote— even if you weren’t near. He’d wait for you.
Changbin had his body facing you, watching your fascinated expressions before handing back the page he wrote the lyrics on.
“I just read song of the year.” You texted him with a grin. Changbin opened the message and immediately grinned with you.
“Thank you.” He said out loud before realizing his mistake. He quickly started to text an apology, as well as the ‘thank you’ he meant for you.
But you put your hand on his and stopped his typing. You began to type a new message.
“I understood you.”
Changbin felt silly for panicking at a simple mistake. Of course you understood. If it wasn’t a complex sentence and as long as he enunciated his words, you could read his— or anyone’s lips when talking.
“Sorry.” He signed, to which you shook your head with a smile.
Hyunjin
Hyunjin had his head in your lap, enjoying the quiet as he read a book while you played with his hair, on your phone.
He occasionally hummed out a tune, flipping the pages and glancing up at you every now and then to see if you were still doing alright with his head on your lap.
You scrolled through social media, still absentmindedly playing with his hair. Hyunjin paused his reading just to admire you and it took you a second to realize he was looking directly at you, a fond smile on his face.
“What?” You asked, slowly so he’d understand.
Hyunjin gently grabbed your hand that was in his hair and placed a kiss on the palm of your hand.
“Nothing.” He mouthed slowly, enunciating the word and waiting a few seconds before returning to his book.
You placed your hand back in his hair before leaning down to kiss his forehead.
Han
“You would not believe the day I just had!” Jisung started off, rambling about his day and pacing back and forth, occasionally throwing his hands up as he vented.
You watched on, not saying a word as you read his lips here and there but nothing made sense as you couldn’t hear a thing he said nor could you grasp the context of what it was he was rambling about.
“I went to the exit but they still wouldn’t let me in because I didn’t have clearance even though I’m— oh shit, I’m so sorry, I totally forgot!” Jisung abruptly stopped when he saw you in your confusion.
He fumbled for his phone and quickly typed up everything he just vented to you about, handing you the phone.
He sat beside you as you read the entire rant about his day for a solid ten minutes before finally handing the phone back to him.
“I’m sorry.” He signed an apology, mortified that he momentarily forgot you were deaf in the midst of his frustrations.
You pulled out your phone to type a message, laughing a little.
“It’s okay, it happens.” Once he read that, you typed another message, “I love you, dork.”
Felix
“Hello, love. I made you lunch. It’s in the container in the fridge, just remember to heat it up first! - Lix”.
It was the first sticky note— of many, that you’d see during the day. Felix usually left sticky notes before he left with different messages on each.
You got up and got ready for the day, adding that note to a secret box where you kept every note he’s ever left you, unbeknownst to him.
You saw his next note on the bathroom mirror, immediately smiling when you read the words.
“I don’t have to see you to know you look breathtaking ;) - Lix”.
You took it off the mirror and continued getting ready, walking to your closet door and seeing another note.
“You look amazing in anything you wear. Don’t overthink your outfit. <3 - Lix”.
You felt your heart flutter, choosing an outfit and adding the sticky notes to your box.
You were ready to head out, making sure your hearing aids were on properly and saw another note on your front door.
“Have a great day, love. I’ll see you tonight. You look so amazing right now and I’m so proud of you. - Lix”.
This note, you placed in your wallet to help you get through the day.
Seungmin
Seungmin always had his notes app open when you were with him, just in case there was something he wanted to say that he hadn’t learned to sign yet.
One hand around his phone and one around your shoulders as he held the door open for you, entering the restaurant you were eating at.
Once you two were seated, the waiter came to your table, asking, “what would you both like to drink?”
“Water for me and,” Seungmin looked at you as you pointed to the drink you wanted. The waiter wondered why you weren’t being verbal and asked you again.
Seungmin sighed, wondering if he should tell the waiter you were deaf or let him figure it out on his own.
“And for you?” The waiter asked, clearly trying to get you to talk. You didn’t hear him, having moved on to what meal you were going to order.
Seungmin tapped your hand, catching both yours and the waiter’s attention and signed, “He’s being pretty rude, don’t you think?”
The waiter didn’t understand what Seungmin had signed, but it was then he knew now why you pointed at what you wanted, rather than being verbal. You nodded slowly at Seungmin, a bit confused since you hadn’t realized the situation.
“I would like to request a new waiter, please.” Seungmin politely told the waiter after.
I.N
You had originally wanted to surprise Jeongin with his favorite takeout and was excited to bring it to him and ear with him.
The problem was, your hearing aids batteries died in the middle of ordering, leaving the world around you silent.
The cashier was getting impatient, repeating the same question as you were panicking.
“One second…” you spoke out loud, hoping it came out right. You texted Jeongin the situation, your surprise now spoiled, and within a matter of a few seconds, he called you.
“Wait, I’m going to text you.” You spoke again, shaking and typing the words, “I’m putting you on speaker phone. Please order and answer the questions she asks.”
The cashier tried her best to keep her irritation in check, repeating what you had ordered prior to him calling you.
Jeongin listened carefully, his mouth watering when he heard the names of the food being listed.
“That sounds right.” Jeongin smiled, hearing the register ringing up. He stayed on the phone as he heard you pay and move out of line to wait for your order.
“Thank you.” You frowned, wishing it could still be a surprise for him. Jeongin hung up and immediately texted you.
“No, thank you. I know you meant it as a surprise, but I’m happy either way.”
You smiled a little, feeling a bit more cheered up. Jeongin started to type again, a new message appearing,
“Even without food, I’m still grateful to just be with you.”
♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎
Note 2: Y’all, I firmly believe if skz had a deaf s/o, they’d for sure learn sign language. You can’t tell me they wouldn’t.
#stray kids x reader#skz x reader#skz imagines#stray kids imagines#stray kids scenarios#stray kids reactions#skz reactions#skz scenarios#stray kids imagine#stray kids fluff#skz fluff
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mutuals appreciation messages !!
haii!! i wanted to do this so here: (mainly did moots i interact with the most!!)
@copyhanni, thank you for basically everything, hye bae. everyday im always forward to texting u on the gc. and the way you always defend me is something i really admire in you. i love you to the moon and back <3
@naespas, nae i love you sooo much. you make me laugh every time when you send silly goofy little texts and images. your personality and spirit really makes me feel like myself and in tough times, your always there for me
@wonifullove, sav im sooo happy we got closer recently cause your the sweetest moot/best friend to me ever. your posts are amazing, and your jokes are >>>>. i think your the most relatable person i ever met too.
@bywons, sru you were one of my first moots ever when i made this. you were the moot that helped watched me grow and become who i am today. our dms together make me giggle and smile. thank you and ily ><
@nishions, hiii lizzz!!! im married to your works and ur acc. ur sweet personality makes me sooo excited to be around you. literally i remember the first time we met was through asks and here we are now. sending love and hugs
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can you please do an Damian Priest X Fem Reader Story (fluff with a little angst),,
They are both WWE Superstar's and also Dating (their relationship is also involved in The Judgment Day) and Reader has match against Zoey Stark and gets injured really badly and she's out of action and alone at their shared home and he's cames back home from an month long tour and reader is missing being together on the road with him and tear up and he comforts her immediately🥺
Home again
Damian preist x fem Reader
Warnings- talk about details of injury(broken arm), small depression rut, none other besides that
Type- Angst that goes into fluff
A/n- hiiii tysm for being my first request ily 🫶🫶 honestly this is a bit more angsty then it is fluff, but I tried my best with the prompt you gave me ! Feel free to send in some more if you like this, love you guys!
This month had been hell for you.
Before you were stuck at home you were on Monday night raw, prepping for a match with your boyfriend, Damian Preist, and Rhea.
As you stretched out you listened to Rhea prep you up, this wasn’t that big of a match, but it would boost your career as a women’s star.
And if you could do that, you could win the royal rumble and take the championship from Iyo.
That was the plan.
That was always the plan.
You and Zoey had been feuding for a while. It started with a small argument between you and her, then spiraled into something bigger and bigger.
You watched on the screen in front of you, Kayla was interviewing her.
“When I get out there, I’m gonna make sure the break every bone in her body!”
Yeah right.
Yeah, right?
You never really took threats like that seriously. After all, if Shayna tried anything or if it got too rough Rhea could just interfere.
You didn’t expect them to actually be serious though.
“You got this mi amor, I love you”
You smiled and kissed Damian on the cheek
“I love you too D!”
The match started out well, you had the upper hand and you were working the crowd well with Rhea.
It wasn’t until she started to try and put you in the arm bar that you noticed something was odd.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
This was weird. She wasn’t even doing it right.
“Hey! What the fuck?!”
It wasn’t until she pulled all the way back and you felt your arm crack that you finally got the answer.
Luckily the ref saw as well, stopping the match instantly.
As soon as the bell rung Rhea was at your side, asking what was wrong and trying to get medical attention to you.
All you could really do was hold your now broken arm and wail in pain.
Eventually medics did come out and they were able to get you on a stretcher and roll you out. And luckily your boyfriend was waiting as soon as you hit backstage.
“Mi amor..”
Even with you being face to face with your boyfriend you couldn’t speak. How pathetic.
Unfortunately he wasn’t able to go with you either because he had tag titles to defend.
How unfortunate
It turned out that Zoey broke both your arm and collarbone. Putting you on the sidelines for a while.
Potentially out of the royal rumble.
So as you sat at your shared home, you had done nothing but sit in this spiral of what could’ve happened instead.
You hadn’t been able to properly shower because of the cast, and what you ate was minimal.
You felt horrible.
And you just wanted your boyfriend.
Oh how you missed your sweet, loving boyfriend.
You were able to call him every night, thank god. But still you just needed him to hold you close to him and tell you that everything was gonna be okay.
Fortunately, he was set to come home soon. But until then it was hell.
You were stuck in your bed all day, not being able to get up, but finally you heard the door open and a bag drop.
“Y/n?”
“I’m in here D”
It took less then 15 seconds for him to run to your bedroom.
You looked up at him and instantly burst into tears, feeling so many emotions jumbled into one small moment.
“Shhhh, it’s okay mi amor, it’s okay”
You melted into his touch, feeling his hands wrap around your cheeks, wiping away every tear that fell down.
“Damian, I missed you so much”
“Shhh I know, I’m right here now, don’t worry baby girl.”
You leaned into his chest, letting yourself feel the way it rose up and fell with every breath.
Suddenly you were at peace again. Your tears slowed down and all the emotions you had that was previously overwhelming you went away.
You closed your eyes and listened to his sweet mumbling, allowing yourself to finally release all the tension that you had built up.
You didn’t care about the rumble
You didn’t care about Zoey
And you didn’t care about the huge ass cast on your arm
You just cared about him.
His voice was smooth and deep, you could tell that he was talking with his chest this time.
Just the way you liked it.
As he heard and felt you had calmed down he helped you sit up better so that you guys were eye to eye.
“Do you feel better cariño?”
You nodded, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.
His warm cheek felt good against your cold lips.
He smiled and pulled you closer to him, kissing your neck in the process.
“How about we shower together, that way I can help you and we can both unwind. Then we can order some food and eat together.”
The idea had never sounded better.
Luckily Damian knew how to take care of your hair, and body in general. The shower felt amazing with him, especially since he was able to help in ways you hadn’t been able to due to your injury.
As you sat on your shared bed you smiled, this was how things were supposed to go. You watched Damian come back into the room with some pizza, plopping it right beside you before crawling into the bed.
You started to reach for the box, but Damian stopped you.
“Don’t worry Mami, let me feed you”
You groaned a little
”But Damiannn, you’re tired too!”
“Don’t worry about it cariño, you just focus on being pretty, which is natural for you”
You groaned again, listening to Damian chuckle softly as he pressed a piece of pizza to your lips.
You ended up smiling again though, you wouldn’t have this any other way.
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Archon war anon
Very fair on the roman apartments thing! That was more of a "If I had to make this as we can see it work, how would I do it?" than anything serious. There's enough space around there that I would doubt the people there would have felt the need to cramp into living space like that. I'm also just mentally trying to insert towns everywhere I can for the sake of my many competing god territories story, so that influences how far I'm willing to stretch.
The viewpoint does say scattered, and you're right, that scattered isn't what you'd use for "fled together with the adepti".
On the Geo Diaries/Zhongli's story quest, you are very right on that. But another theory that it made me think of, for the mora-house at least, is maybe that story comes from Zhongli's original people before he joined Guizong? Drawing from the stone tablets book again, he supposedly raised Mt. Tianheng out of the water and had some people there on Shanhui Rock/Fort. Maybe the mora-house story comes from further back than the founding of Liyue Harbour? Given that he apparently had Shanhui while with/before Guizhong, and she set up the ballista to defend it, I think it'd make sense for there to be some sort of earlier settlement that maybe got renamed when Morax took all of his people there after she died. This doesn't work out so well for the many gods thing, but it does play into the "Morax had control of most of Liyue" thing pretty well.
I refuse to believe that people had to relearn how to build stones after getting to the harbor though. That's so useful, and the kind of thing that I think is both basic and widespread enough that I can't really see it getting lost.
The scattered theory, even as a non-canon thing to play with is pretty fun! I was plotting out more of the war in a pre-write brainstorm yesterday and ended up writing it in? Not as far as I think you've been advocating for, but I wrote that Morax kind of dumped his surviving people on his allies and adepti and went off to rampage on his enemies for a bit. And none of his allies or adepti had the resources to take all of his surviving people, even though a bunch died when Guizhong died, so they ended up a little scattered.
:) thank you for the replies, this is so much fun! ily too!
this is fun, yeah! i love rambling about liyue history
i guess it is possible that the account of the mora house comes from a long long time ago? and that it just got for whatever reason repurposed for the founding of the harbor? since the guy explicitly speaks of it in the context of building liyue harbor. it would make sense, i could never really get this idea into my head since i, too, had always been of the opinion that the liyue migration must've happened relatively shortly after the fall of the assembly, so them having to relearn how to make houses would make no damn sense. even if it had been generations between the assembly and the harbor, that's still like- like you said with the stones, i don't think people just forget how to build a damn house.
but then zhongli just says that it's true???????????????? idk man. again i know he's a little shit but i don't think he purposefuly spreads/actively perpetuates misinformation of that type.
(i've come to the realization that all the misinformation he seems to not care about enough to try and make an effort to correct revolves around himself. like he will correct misinformation on other subjects but seems to care very little about misinformation surrounding morax/rex lapis. i might just be missremembering though)
#morax going on a rampage sounds fucking hilarious#whether i think that fits his character depends entirely on what i'm willing to believe he behaved like during wartime#as he is now? i doubt it. but since there's a non-zero chance he was a bit different back then#then yeah#it would be so fucking funny though#morax: hold my beer#morax: *leaves all the humans to the adepti for a second and goes back to bishui to kill some gods*#the adepti: uh-#thank you <3 <3
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any octavian/octkahale song recs? i've been listening to 'we will commit wolf murder' (of montreal) a lot recently and i feel like it kind of fits octkahale but honestly it might just be my brain projecting them onto it.
oh my gods yes hi hello i have been working on a playlist for octkahale for a bit and ive had an octavian playlist for a while that i have not shared thank you sooo much for this ask. i am SO SORRY it took me this long to answer this i kept forgetting about it
ALSO YES OH MY GODS THAT FITS SO WELL HELLO IM SCREAMING?? anon ily and this song
but yeah this post isnt much analysis sort of just observations and me connecting themes from songs to octavian (and mike)
warning. pretty long post under cut
as for the songs i associate with octkahale;
I will never shut up about them and Vampire Empire by Big Theif. I think about them everytime i listen to it, honestly. So, this, as I see it, if from Mike's perspective, talking about Octavian, more specifically Blood of Olympus era.
"[...] I'm not quiet, you've been quiet just recieving what you said
Reeling, feeding, feeling filled by everything you fed
I see you as you see yourself in all the books you read
Overwhelmed with guilt and realizing the disease."
"You give me chills, I've had it with the drills
I am nothing, you are nothing, we are nothing with the pills
I am empty till she fills, alive until she kills[..]"
"I wanted to be your woman, I wanted to be your man
I wanted to be the one that you could understand"
"Well I walked into your dagger for the last time in a row *
It's like trying to start a fire with matches in the snow
Where you can't seem to hold me, cant seem to let me go
So I can't find surrender, cant keep control"
(*the end of this lyric was removed in the now released version of the song, making the actual lyric "well I walked into your dagger for the last time" however I though the demo version fit better for them here)
alsoooo. P.U.N.K Girl by Heavenly. This to me sounds like Mike trying to defend Octavian in some way. Much more domestic than the other one lmao
"People say she's bad
But they don't see
The way she is with me"
"P is for the painful way she makes me feel some days
U is for utopia, the other times with her
N is for the new wave dreams she had back in her teens
K is for the kid in her [...]"
"She is honest in kind but in a way that people see
As telling lies and being mean
She has thousands of dreams but what they are I'll never know
I hope I figure in them though"
"I don't care if they don't see
Just how great that girl can be
But I wish she'd find a way
To act well for just one day
I don't mind if they can't see
Just how much she means to me[...]"
"She is hardened to hurt her softness hidden from the world
But almost ready to unfurl
She tries so hard to change but something always happens to
Persuade her, it's too hard to do"
I put like. almost the whole song their. It just works very well imo :')
Allies or Enemies by The Crane Wives. This to me also reminds me of Blood of Olympus. augh. Mainly just Octavian and Michaels tenseness. This one I'd say is from Octavian's perspective. I have been meaning to do a oneshot about this for so long and I prolly will once I figure out how to do Octavian's narrative voice (i have been working at it too long. anyways)
"The words I speak
Are wildfires and weed
They spread like some awful damn disease
And I swear, I didn't mean what I said
I swear, I didn't mean it."
"Now listen close
You owe me ears for dropping eaves
Forget it all, you caught me in a moment weak
Sometimes I just can't help myself[..]"
"Remember when I could tell you not to smile when you were mad?
And you would always crack
And we'd both be laughing in the end
Now you're not so quick to forget"*
(*this verse specifically I think fits in Mike's perspective. only this one specifically tho)
"Are we allies or enemies?
This will be the death of me
This will be the death of me
All is fair in love and war, but I can't fight with you anymore
This will be the death of me"
"What happens now? Do we have another go?
Do we bow out and take our separate roads?
I'll admit I've had my doubts
But I want to be let in, not out[..]"
Nothing's New by Rio Romeo. Ohhh my gods yeah. I like angst with them very often sorry guys. Octavian's perspective, rocky times w them. Not much more to elaborate on methinks.
"I want to be touched, be loved
I wanna heal, be hugged
It's just the two of us
Or that's what we swore
And if I lost my charm
Apologies due, no harm
Cause you got ahold of my heart
And I know it's worn"
"I want to be close to you
But I don't know what to do
'Cause if we are near to through
It may make it worse
And if I start to grieve
'Cause it feels like you're 'bout to leave
Forgive me, I'm not naive
I've been here before"
Tongues & Teeth by The Crane Wives. Oh my gods. No thoughts just Octavian warning Mike that he's flawed and despite the fact that Mike is fine with that and wants to help him, he [Octavian] just knows it wont end well.
"I've grown a mouth so sharp and cruel
It's all I can give to you, my dear"
"And I know you mean so well
But I am not a vessel for your good intent"
"Desperation will erase the fact I'm keeping all
Of the answers in my cigarette box
Yeah the answer's in the second before the other shoe drops[...]"
Octavian specifically!(a lot of these r like him and his relationships with other charavters);
Brutus - The Buttress. OCTAVIAN TALKING ABOUT JASON AND ABOUT THE GIANT WAR/HIS DEATH HELLO YOU ALL SEE MY VISION YES. I almost cited the entire thng but. just listen to it the ENTIRE THING WORKS!! i have literally no intelligent way to explain said thoughts i just. take these mid observations
"Or am I just wishing I could be like you?
That the people would see me too as a poet,
And not just the muse.
Oh, it's not true, I don't wish harm upon you
From birth we've been like brothers from different mothers
Within the spirit of the same womb
May the Gods strike me down if I forsake you,
Frater meus, you're beautifully made
And to you I'm forever grateful[...]"
"I know the love you showed me came
from a pure and noble heart
I love you, and if you want, I'll call you king
But why do I lie awake each night thinking
'instead of you, it should be me?' "
^^ugh on the topic of how he feels about jason's status. i think he would feel a weird sort of jealousy, and a lot of that would be distressing because he likes jason. its not jasons fault that he has the acomplishments octavian wants. but he's human and that comes with loathing.
"Something wicked this way comes
And as I set to face it, I'm unsure
Should I embrace it, should I run?
What motivates me? Hatred? Is it love?
What's more wrong; that I too wish to be great
Or my mother wished she'd had a son?
And even if I can't be the one
Maybe I could at least help make way for him
Until the day that he comes
Maybe my name could also be known
That I helped return good to the people
And restored greatness to Rome."
^^all just about the giant war. oh my gods this boys desire to save his city. ALSO THE 'wished she'd had a son' LINE. cheering and clapping as a trans octavian truther (literally either way. it works either way transfem and transmasc octavian truthers unite)
"So with a heavy heart
I'll guide this dagger into the heart of my enemy
My whole life, you were a teacher and friend to me
Please know my actions are not motivated only by envy
I, too, have a destiny
This death will be art
The people will speak of this day from near and afar
This event will be history, and I'll be great too
I don't want what you have, I want to be you"
'goodbye, traitor Jason Grace!' ahh lyrics. oh hell he makes me ill.
"I always knew I could be the one
Though I feel the endless pain of being
And I am scorched by the Sun
Of humble origins and born of the cursed sex
My name is Brutus, but the people will call me Rex"
mmmm. something something prophet of apollo. something something transgender my brain is radio static.
now. heres a few where i really dont know how to draw any specific connections between him and the lyrics just. sort of themes which i apply to octavian. all of the songs are good listens though imo (especially wannabe which is SO UNDERATED AND SO GOOD)
Wannabe, Pt. 2 - North Bloom
Saint Bernard - Lincoln
Flight of The Crows - Jhariah
CHOKE - IDKHBTFM
A Mask of My Own Face - Lemon Demon
I Am Not a Robot - MARINA
Teen Idle - MARINA
Under My Skin - Jukebox The Ghost
Migraine - Twenty One Pilots
THANKYOU SO MUXH FOR THIS ASK I LOVED MAKING THIS POST
#asks#anonymous#damien shut up challenge#octavian hoo#michael kahale#octavian x michael kahale#octkahale#michael x octavian#riordanverse#jason grace#sort of
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It’s CMA, taking notes as I read, though I feel like I shouldn’t have to say this at this point Lmfao-
Okay then checking each other out in the morning and just the thought of them both being in love with the other over such a domestic moment?????? I love them so much
Ben offering to stay??? OMG I love him so much it’s not even funny
The whole ‘do u want anything from the gentlemen’s club?’ To ‘I can bring u a cigar’ KWKNCNEDN I know I keep saying this but he’s so adorable. I knew it was coming from the sneak peek and I’m still so delighted by it.
Everyone being like ‘wow clover why aren’t you fucking your husband all day today?’ Is sending me LMFAO.
His family asking about it, albeit indirectly, is so much weirder though. Like do they want to know about their brother’s sex life?!? Idk but I’d honestly rather die. That is way too much info
Also imagine if she’d told them that it was unpleasant. Just everyone roasting the shit out of benedict and Josie hating him even more. It’d be so funny because ben couldn’t even really defend himself without revealing something. He’d be so offended too and try to prove them wrong lmfaooo.
I hope Ben either presses the clover to preserve it or paints it. Him taking care of and treasuring it has me so fucking soft. Imagine if that becomes their thing where she always gives him clovers. Or if she gives him flowers from her garden or something. It’d just be so sweet!!
Imagine if he loses it one time and feels absolutely awful and clover is like no it’s fine?? And he’s like mournful and angry at himself because it’s like a sign of her affection and trusting him or whatever, meanwhile clover is totally in denial that the clover meant anything at all
Oh no Colin and marina LMFAO. There are so many scandals in this season that I’d forgotten. It would fucking hilarious if Ben and clover were the only ones to come out with their reputations intact since they only got caught kissing. Though maybe Charlie and Anthony won’t get caught?? We’ll see…
Ben reaffirming that he trusts her without any reserves and taking that first step voluntarily and not needing to be prompted or anything, just doing it… I love him ur honor. I keep saying that but it keeps being true.
When will we find out about the wrist thing????? I’m so curious!
Anyway, love love LOVE this chapter so much. This story has me in a chokehold istg
CMA MY LOVEEEEE! ❤️❤️
They are so in love with each other😍 Like, we only see Clover's pov but when Benedict saw her all sleepy first thing in the morning? His heart was melting ❤️
They have no idea how to work this whole marriage thing, they're very new to it😂 So they're basically mimicking what they saw and heard 😂
They have been acting so lovesick in front of people that everyone thought they just wouldn't leave the bed on the first day of their honeymoon😏
Lolll Anthony and Colin totally questioned Benedict about how it was 😈
Omg he would be so offended! 😏
Aww that's such a wonderful idea, she needs to give him clovers, that could totally be their thing! ❤️ Benedict would be so happyyyy🥰
Season of scandals for many Bridgertons😈
I think the fact that he actually trusts her means a lot to Clover, because she trusts him more than she thinks she does❤️ We will see a great example of it in the next chapteeer😏
Oh the wrist thing 😈 We will wait juuust a bit to learn about that darling ❤️
Thank you so much for this, ILY! ❤️❤️❤️
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Hello!
Thank you for standing up for what is right and defending others! It takes a lot of courage to do so, so from deep in my heart thank you. You truly deserve to have all the kind things in the world!
hi babe! it’s just infuriating seeing people act that way and straight up disrespecting someone’s religion lmao but you’re such an angel!! i used to be docile before and won’t speak up even though people are already taking me for granted but i just learned to not give a fuck because people will always disrespect and abuse you for their own benefit!
ive seen you going on sending kind messages to people and i honestly appreciate you for doing so! ily angel 👼
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hello! for the holiday prompts: 19 + denspa, if you're willing? thanks! love your writing!!
anon ily pls marry me. i was thinking about these two last night and then this popped into my inbox and i'm both terrified of you and in awe of you. but of course i'll write denspa for you! 🍪💖
Falling
“I’ve never seen snow before.”
The claim, quite bold, takes Mikkel by surprise. The two of them stand at the window of the cabin’s living room, and are watching as the first snow of the year has started to sprinkle down from the sky. The flakes are big, fluffy, and whiter than white, and Mikkel believes it to be the perfect kind of snow to settle on the ground and stay put for at least a few days, if it snows for long enough.
Still, while snow is a fond friend, he finds it curious that Antonio, who admittedly has lived a… warmer life, if you will, has never seen snow. Like, ever.
So, “You’ve never seen snow?” the Dane questions sceptically. Because he can’t believe it to be true. And Antonio duly confirms his suspicions:
“I mean, I’ve obviously seen snow,” he replies. “I’ve seen it up in the mountains back home enough times. But I… I don’t think I’ve ever seen it falling. It’s always already there, waiting, melting away…”
“But you’ve never actually seen it fall from the sky?”
“No, not like this,” Antonio says.
While still somewhat hard to believe, Mikkel knows it is not impossible, and the wisps of wonder in Antonio’s eyes as he watches the fresh snowflakes dance down to the ground is anything but a pretence.
Mikkel couldn’t imagine not knowing what falling snow looks like, what it feels like, what it tastes like. A childhood of snow is the best childhood he believes he could have had. And now, that is something he wants to share—something he wants Antonio to experience, too, even if childhood is long lost to them.
That is why he suggests they venture outside. That is why Antonio looks at him, puzzled, and says, “But isn’t it super cold outside?” and that is why, in turn, Mikkel reminds him, “That’s what coats are for.”
It takes a few minutes to get together the thick jackets, the appropriate footwear, and even a scarf and scarf to protect a snow-shy Antonio. But it’s worth it when they leave the cabin they’ve rented for a week in the Norwegian forests and the snow greets them by seemingly falling harder.
Mikkel spares Antonio a glance as the other takes a few extra steps out across the grass. Snow is beginning to blanket the floor—a good sign—and snow lightly crunches under his feet while, at the same time, his eyes are cast upwards towards the snowflakes still raining down on them. The smile that appears is a whole other kind of magical.
“You know,” Mikkel eventually says, prying Antonio’s gaze and attention away from the sky, “when I was a kid, I’d spent the first few minutes of snowfall with my tongue hanging out, trying to see how many snowflakes I could catch.”
Antonio’s nose scrunches up for a moment, but he is, apparently, amused. “You would try to catch snowflakes? In your mouth?” he questions. “What for?”
“For fun,” the blonde replies. “That’s why kids do anything! My friends and I did it all the time!”
“I don’t know if I can see the fun in sticking my tongue out and tasting snow,” Antonio says nevertheless.
“That’s because you’ve not tried it,” Mikkel defends in turn.
And as though to prove a point, he then does exactly that: he turns his head towards the falling snow, and sticks his tongue out to the cold.
He’s hit by a wave of nostalgia. He’s taken back fifteen years to his home, his parents, his friends, and he feels once more like that child who spent so many snowing days standing outside, trying to taste the sky.
For what feels like minutes, Mikkel is stuck there in the past. He watches the snowflakes fall and struggles to get any land on his tongue as he so wishes they would, and then—a blossom of ice. He pulls his tongue back into his mouth and recognises that frozen yet watery sensation of an already-gone snowflake, and he smiles to himself, victorious.
Looking back at Antonio, he finds the other is smiling, too. Perhaps he finds the action funny. Perhaps Mikkel was pulling some sort of face and he hadn’t realised. Only, just as the Dane goes to question this, Antonio turns back to the sky and mimics what Mikkel had been doing: he stands there, hands shoved in pockets, bobble hat bouncing as he moves his head back, and his tongue pokes out and greets the icy air.
Mikkel is amazed. He’s touched, too, because it reminds him that Antonio is one of few people who has ever been open to trying the little odd things he does. He doesn’t laugh at him, only with him—and the way he now tries his best to fish for a snowflake is so unbelievably adorable and amusing, that Mikkel simply cannot help himself:
He wanders over to the other and once more pulls Antonio’s attention away from his hunt, and, not thinking twice, he meets the tip of the other’s tongue with his own.
Antonio is too stunned to speak. His tongue retreats back into his mouth and he gawks at Mikkel for a moment, before blinking, breathing, and resetting. His smile returns. Cheek glimmers in his eyes. His hands, cold and averse to winter, settle onto Mikkel’s face, and before he knows it, he’s being pulled down.
Lips touch his. Maybe he gets to reacquaint himself with the other’s mouth. Maybe they share in each other’s warmth, hands creeping up underneath a jumper, or wrapping around a body to act as an extra barrier to the cold…
Either way, the snow continues to fall, and Mikkel, bit by bit, slowly feels himself beginning to fall with it.
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9.7/10
You continuously make your friends feel loved and welcomed. Even though you occasionally bully them (the .3 off), you do it out of love and/or concern for them (or your faves). I can tell that you mean a lot to so many people so that automatically means something: you’re not just a good friend, you’re a good person. Which I would debate is better than the first. You crack jokes and make people laugh. But you also keep your boundaries in place, which is a good quality to have in someone, especially friends. You’re a trustworthy person who trusts people back, although not easily sometimes. You’d most likely put your life on the line for your friends though, and in the end someone who has your back is the best person in the world.
NONIE HSHEHEHEH IM GONNA SOB????? UWAA
thank you for being honest YEAH THE BULLYING 😭😭 it's my way of showing affection and i sadly forget that a lot of people don't share the same type of humor so i do it with all of my friends and end up hurting some, i reassure that whenever i bully someone or act angry or shit im just joking but please if you're not fond of that type of joking do warn me so i won't make you uncomfortable! and if by any chances i do it again even after we talk do point it out so i can make sure it won't happen ever again
im rlly honored u think im funny i think im a rlly dry person tbh 😭😭 but im rlly glad that i can make people laugh yeah id def put my life on the line for my friends and that's not always a good thing because when it comes to defending my friends i get really defensive and end up being a huge asshole
THANKS FOR BEING HONEST ANON!! ily 🩵🫶
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MAI MAI !! HRU BFF?? <33 today was my second day of school & i already got so much hw assigned 🤧🤧 can only imagine how the rest of year is going to go … 😔🙏 help also omg my whole schedule is weird 😭😭 first period yesterday, i had engineering & i was the only girl 🤕 and on top of that, i knew no one in the class bc they were all coming from other schools … then i got assigned to c lunch for every single day which is the latest out of all the lunches & for some reason the counselors decided to assign that same lunch period to 900 students even though our cafeteria only has capacity for around ~200 students ,, not to mention 900 students is like 1/2 of the entire school population 😦😦 omg and then help today was my b-day & i literally have calculus, followed by physics, then history/english and then biology 🤕🤕 i had all my core classes today & it was so tiring omg 🤧 i signed up for 7 advanced placement classes (basically everything but engineering is ap) this year & im really regretting it bc i can alr tell it’s going to be too much 🥲 but i don’t know if my counselor will even let me change my schedule 🙃🙃 school just started and it’s already so hectic <//3 help sorry for the rant bae 🥹💔 anyways i hope you’re doing well mai <333 make sure to take care of yourself & ily!! oh and here are some smiley hee pics that i found in my gallery for you!! <33
BEST GIRL LOML FAE!!!! oh my god i bet you're gna be so busy this year im praying for u ;-; ALSO YOU WERE THE ONLY GIRL?? NO?!??!?!?? THAT'S SO SCARY OH MY GODDDD i have two brothers in engineering and it's safe to say they're both horrible at talking to girls 😧 i am praying 4 u bae... (but also,, you're an engineering girl? stop thats such a flex i love that so much OH MY GOD)
BUT OMG HOLY CRAP UR CAFETERIA MUST'VE BEEN SO PACKED NAURR 😭😭 i hope u found some friends to sit with for lunch?? ALSO... s-s-seven placement classes 😃 fae i rlly can't defend u on that... HOW COULD U DO THAT TO URSELF?? IM JK i bet u and ur sexy brain will slay anyway!!! you got this 😵💫
aLSO WHAT IT'S UR BIRTHDAY TODAY???? HOLY CRAP I HAD NO IDEAAA 😭 OH MY GOSH I FEEL LIKE AN IDIOT ?? ?happy happy happy happy happy birthday my fave 😭 ‼️ I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AAA i really hope you had the best day today and that ur friends & family showered u w lots of love :( u deserve it bae!! i feel like you're always spreading so much positive energy around enhablr :( anyone that's your moot is really lucky fr!! i'll compile some enha edits for u after work today hehe (you'll probably be asleep by then) as per our tradition!!!! ilysm thank u for being my moot and happy HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY 😭💖
P.S. my favourite genre of pics is smiley hee this just made my day im gna go sob now,,,, here are some smiley wons :(
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(reformed!) comphet travis anon here. hey sydney long time no talk :) i still lurk, just lost interest in the band. on topic though i am here to defend my honor because being attracted to GAGE MATHIEU is way stranger than my, albeit deranged, former attraction to travis. the lore is lacking and from what we can tell his personality sucked. travis didn't used to always suck, he was like my widdle wet blankie, et cetera.
also sorry strangers are asking you for another stranger's nudes online. hope you're keeping well, going outside and all that. you are almost free of the waterparks curse!
aw hiiii!!!!! i agree with you and your travis thing was more normal in comparison but you are hurting your cause by referring to him as your “widdle wet blankie” unfortunately</3 LOL no im joking tho like…. he was. he was the human version of a peanut allergy and a chew toy we wanted to rip the squeaker out of and whatever else batshit stuff we said about him TRULY he was. the girls who know know and the girls who dont know dont……
im glad youre still around tho yayyyy ily :,) i dont mind being asked for strangers nudes online LOL i think i may have given the impression that i like, just have them on deck due to the Christo Incident (which i will also not give you you have to just trust me) but i dont just like seek out or collect dick pics. and if i did i wouldnt just pass em out on tumblr??? anyway. i am indeed keeping well and going outside thank u!!!!!! every week i get so pissed at parx i dont want to talk or think about the band anymore and every week i allow myself to be pulled back in like the fucking chud i am but -_- eventually i will reach a final breaking point (or just hyperfixate on something else GOD WILLING) and be free like you. fly high former travis comphet anon, you are free now
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FOREHEAD TOUCH ANON WITH THE WEEKLY THOUGHTS!!!!
Hi yes I’m alive and thriving much like Kevison 😂😂. I enjoyed this episode!!! The montage at the beginning with the parents and babies?? My heart!!!!!! Kev telling Franny not to be a Monique, love that! Toby rocking Hailey in her car seat with a golf club, during a job interview? Amazing!
The dinner??? Yeah I felt the awkwardness from both LA and Philly, and that’s saying something, cause Salt Lake is far away from both those places. But Mads saying screw the dress the whole country lives in sweats? YES MADS IM RIGHT THERE WITH YA.
I FORGOT HOW MUCH I LOVE MAMA C AND IM SO HAPPY SHES THERE INDEFINITELY!! ALSO UNCLE NICKY SHOWING UP?? MADS AND NICKY BONDING MOMENTS AND JEALOUS KEV IS GONNA HAPPEN IM MANIFESTING IT RIGHT NOW.
Anywhoozles, (not a word I know but idc, fight me), that’s just some of my thoughts on the episode and I can’t wait for next week!! Love you and Kevison Nation to bits!!!
Forehead touch anon, YOU DELIVER. EVERY DAMN TIME. I don’t deserve you, we don’t deserve you so y’alllll just bask on the gloriousness of all this screaming about last week’s ep because there is nothing but pure truth here!!!
#I FUDGING LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUU#EVERYTHING#THIS IS EVERYTHING#my gawwwwwddddd Kevin defending Madison was so hot though#no wonder Mads was all up in his biz by the end of that ep#BUT COCKBLOCKER NICKYYYY#good thing I love you old man#look I don’t know phylicia rashad’s seeming queen status in the u.s. of a but she absolutely kills it#every time#like her and Beth may have been 🥊 but the gravitas in her voice and demeanour#she reminds me of captain holt#I PROMISE I WON’T BE BAD AT REPLYING ANYMORE MY LOVE IM SOZZYYYYY#THANK YOU FOR DROPPING BY WITH YOUR THOUGHTS ALWAYS ILY 5EVS#anon#ask#forehead touch anon#💛💛💛💛
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