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upsidedownwithsteve · 8 months

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Eddie Munson x fem!reader [4.7K] mean!eddie, toxic relationships, exes to hooking up, power plays and a nineties house party. You weren’t sure whose house you were in, but there was body glitter smeared across their white walls.

Weezer was blasting from the stereo in the living room, crowds of people moving between there and the kitchen, more draped over the staircase, making out with people they just met. You weren’t sure what time it was, but it was dark outside the windows, the rest of the house lit up with plug-in disco balls that spun slowly, discs of orange and red and blue and pink bouncing off of faces and floors.

It was late enough that you’d lost your shoes, late enough that the watermelon vodka you’d brought with you was empty. Late enough to make some bad decisions.

Robin found you in the kitchen, shoulders bumping against yours as she steadied herself, eyes red rimmed and she smelled like smoke and cherries, the blue eyeshadow you helped her perfect was now a smattering of aquamarine glitter down her cheeks. The lights made her look like a fairy, the cheap drink made her look too far gone.

“You okay?” You asked her, grinning when she pulled you into her chest, your cheek smashed against her own. You’d have matching freckles now, blue and sparkly. “Where’s Nance?”

“She’s peeing,” Robin yelled back, a little too loud since the music was fading into another song. You winced but laughed all the same when she smacked a noisy kiss to your cheek before turning her mouth to the shell of your ear. “That guy has been checking you out all night.”

Robin gestured not so subtly to a boy by the door. Tall, blonde, green eyes. Pretty enough, if you liked cargo pants and the Ed Hardy look. You didn’t know him but he caught your gaze and lifted his chin in greeting. You looked away.

“Mmm,” you wrinkled your nose and you dragged Robin back into the living room, coffee tables pushed up against walls as throngs of people gyrated under the lights. Everyone sparkled, mini skirts showing off bare legs, flashes of neon stripes in hair. “Not my type,” you told her.

“Oh, we’re getting fussy now, huh?” Nancy appeared between you both, a bright blue bottle of something in one hand. She took a sip and then offered it to Robin. “I thought you wanted laid tonight?”

You shrugged, looking down, avoidant. You plucked at the charm bracelet on your wrist, turning the glow stick that was wrapped above round and round. You weren’t sure where it came from but it turned your skin violet. “Maybe,” you told your friends. “I don’t know.”

You had wanted to get laid tonight. That was the plan, anyway. That’s why you were wearing your shortest skirt, a white, pleated thing that would be more suited for a cheerleader but a boy had once told you it was his favourite. The snag in the plan was that particular boy was nowhere to be found. You had already searched through the party with only the faces of strangers staring back at you, and when you made it into the backyard, your heart stalled at the sight of Gareth, of a leather jacket and a black and white baseball shirt.

But the boy wasn’t with his friend and you didn’t want to give either of them the satisfaction of letting them know you were looking. So when Gareth caught your eye and smirked, shrugging, you spun on your heel and tried to pretend you didn’t know even know him anymore.

It had been months, after all.

And you had been the one to break up with him. Hadn’t you? That part of the story was blurry, maybe even up for debate. At least, he liked to fight you on the fact of the matter. Another party, another girl who got too close, a situationship that hadn’t been defined even though the night before he was whispering all things sweet into the junction of your thighs. It had all been cherry vodka and weed, a messy argument under the blare of R’n’B and neither of you had had the patience to listen to the other.

You’d thrown his leather jacket at him and walked home.

The next weekend you’d watched as he pulled Tammy Peterson onto his lap and licked into her mouth, his heavy eyes on you as you stood across the room and watched. Tammy left with his jacket that night, heavy and clinking with zips and chains.

You hadn’t spoken since.

So why did seeing his name buzz across your phone screen not surprise you?

munson: heard u were lookin 4 me

You scoffed, staring down at the little pink phone in your hand, the tiny text barely even visible in the low light. Confidence oozed from his message and you lifted your head, scanning through the crowd until you found Gareth, still lingering by the back door and he grinned knowingly when he caught your eye. You scowled, lifting your hand to flip him the bird and the sincerity of it was lessened by the butterfly ring on your finger.

Robin and Nancy frowned, both of them moving to your sides to peer over your shoulders. “What’s going on? Who’s texted you?”

You hit the back button suspiciously quick, the green Home Screen empty of anything incriminating but you still hid it against your chest. The device seemed to burn you, as did your cheeks. “What?” You yelled over the music, swallowing hard. You suddenly wished the stereo was louder. “Nothing. No one.”

It was easy to make an excuse then, leaving the two girls on the makeshift dance floor as you pushed past people on the staircase, elbowing couples who were too busy making out. You caught the bathroom door just as someone was leaving it, a boy too drunk to stand upright and he slurred something at you just before you slammed it behind him, sliding the lock into place. The music was quieter in there, a muted thud of drum and bass from below your feet. There was a half full can of beer on the toilet cistern and someone had left their bra in the bathtub. There was more glitter on the tiles, pink, lavender and gold and the overhead bulb had been swapped out for a bug zapper, the whole room turned violet.

You tapped out a reply, perched against the sink, bubblegum pink nails pressing furiously at the buttons, your nose scrunched in annoyance, the tip of your tongue trapped between teeth.

u heard wrong :)

You didn’t have to wait long for a reply, your cell vibrating in your hands and announcing a new text message. The tiny screen of your Nokia lit up green with the boy’s name, something that still made your heart pound.

munson: dont play coy w me sweetheart.. we both know u miss me x

don’t flatter yourself baby

You knew this game. You loved this game. And Eddie Munson was your favourite person to play it with. It was coming around to that late night early morning hour that led to badly made plans, that time of the night when friends were too drunk to keep tabs and the front door of the house you were in had a pretty golden glow to it, an escape to someone’s bed.

You squeezed your thighs together, chipped nail polish tapping against your teeth and you chewed at your thumb, waiting. You really did want to get laid. It had been too long, one drunken hook up since you’d decided that Eddie wasn’t worth your time anymore, a guy from the town over, taken back to yours after a party in someone else’s backyard that led to beer pong and a heavy make out session against a strangers corvette.

He couldn’t find your clit, thought foreplay was a few minutes of pinching at your tits and he came before you were close to anything that resembled pleasure. Then he drank the last of your OJ, stole your phone charger and left at four am.

This? Eddie? One last hook up? You needed this. Nay, you deserved this. Even if your friends would strongly disagree. Your relationship with Eddie Munson had been somewhat tumultuous, most would say. From high school sweethearts to twenty somethings that were headed in different directions, he was a boy you couldn’t quit all that easily. Eddie liked guitar and gaming, smoking weed and sleeping in and your chances at a decent enough career path were woefully diminished if you stayed behind in Hawkins for him.

Eddie grew anxious, jealous, turned resentful and then got too cocky, growing out his curls, wearing big boots and leather jackets and giving himself tattoos in his friends' basements. You got colder, distant, impatient. Then break ups ended in make ups and that ended in fucking him in the front seat of his van and it would happen all over again the next weekend.

It was fun until it wasn’t.

But the sex was fucking ridiculous.

And so was Eddie’s confidence because he simply replied with an address, the new apartment you’d only heard about. He’d taken his time, but he’d saved up and moved out of Wayne’s, out of the trailer park and into a small one bed, a new girl every other weekend to grace the sheets.

munson: 624 Oakbank Street apt 61B. second floor sweetheart, c u soon ;)

No. You wouldn’t. You shouldn’t. You did. Fuck it, it’s fine.

You unlocked the door, swerved the drunk girls who fell in through the frame and tackled the stairs again, hopping over splayed limbs and couples intertwined, heading for the front door and hoping someone would be around who could take you to the other side of town.

“Where are you going?”

Robin. She was grinning, smug, knowing. You shrugged, pocketing your cell before she could grab it and you resisted the urge to make a run for it. “Nowhere. Home. I’m hungry.”

Robin snorted, glitter specks shining from her cheeks. “For dick? Or a cheeseburger?”

Your lips quirked up. There wasn’t much use in lying. “Both?”

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Eddie was standing at his apartment door when you turned the corner. Your heels had clicked up the stairwell and the wall sconces lit the way, your eyes flicking over each door number until it didn’t matter anymore. 61B was already open, a boy standing in the frame in soft jeans, acid wash blue with rips in the knees, a Metallica band shirt that’s collar was loose and stretched out. He still had his rings on, silver and chunky and supposedly scary looking.

The chain you’d bought him for his birthday last year was still around his neck.

It should’ve made you angry, it should’ve at least made you annoyed but the cheap vodka and the empty feeling in your chest and between your legs had you head spinning. A record that stuttered and skipped, the same dirty loop stuck in your head because you were sure there’d been much hotter men at the party, maybe. Probably.

Right?

But at that moment, Eddie was the prettiest thing you’d ever seen. He was smirking, arms crossed and leaning against the door frame, curls soft and falling into his eyes like he’d just washed them and you tried not to walk faster, to not trip over yourself in a haste to get to him.

He didn’t kiss you hello. He just kept smirking and he moved to the side to let you in, eyes shining with glee as he followed your movements, your body brushing past him as you entered his new place. It smelled like his room at Wayne’s, held the same scene that once reminded you of home, smoke and hidden weed, Eddie’s cologne and the same detergent his uncle used.

It made you bristle and square your shoulders. This wasn’t the plan.

“Nice place,” you said and you sounded bored, unimpressed. Good. “I see we’re still not giving up the toys.” You gestured to the shelf above the sofa, a line of hand painted figurines placed carefully in a battle formation.

“They’re collectibles, sweetheart,” Eddie grinned and he didn’t sound phased. He didn’t look bothered. “Have some taste. You want a drink?”

“We both know I’m not here for you to wine and dine me, Eddie,” you tilled your eyes and stood in the middle of the room, your hands on your hips. Suddenly, your skirt felt so much shorter than it had before and the boy let his gaze fall to your legs, the expanse of bare thigh that was framed by pretty pleats. “Let’s not act cute.”

Eddie huffed out a laugh, an eyebrow quirked. He let himself drop onto the sofa, an army green thing with corduroy cushions, his arms stretched out along the back of it. He pouted. “You don’t think I’m cute?”

You said nothing. You couldn’t. Your heart was beating too fast.

Eddie made a cooing sound, a soft, patronising thing that made your toes curl in your heels and the cotton fabric of your underwear just grew a little wetter, clinging to you. It was awful.

“We both know you think I’m cute, c’mon now,” Eddie teased. His eyes were shining, dark in the low light because he only had one damn lamp in the room. “You don’t wanna play nice? Fine.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees and he plucked a half smoked joint from the amber glass ashtray on the coffee table in front of him. He sparked up, placing it lazily between his lips before gesturing to you, gaze heavy. Smoke trailed from his lips as he spoke, the joint between his lips, expertly held in place with no hands. “Take your clothes off then.”

You should’ve been outraged, you should’ve laughed in his face. You should’ve flipped him off and grabbed the bag you dumped on his breakfast bar and left. But Eddie was grinning at you and he looked like a challenge, he looked like a dare, he looked like the prettiest fucking mistake and you really wanted to make a bad decision.

A terrible one, maybe. Fuck it, it’s fine.

You shrugged off your jacket. Denim and metal buttons hitting the floor and you kept eye contact the entire time, unflinching when Eddie’s grin widened. He relaxed, looking every bit in control as he slouched into the couch cushions, eyes wandering over the bare skin you uncovered, smoke trailing from his barely parted lips and up to the ceiling.

He was already hard, you could tell. You could see. The heavy bulge prominent underneath his denim, twitching as he got off on being in control.

Your hands came to your chest, trailing down your sternum and chasing the tiny lavender buttons there, a purple camisole top popped apart with each twist of your fingers. It fell apart without much effort, fell to the floor when easier with a tiny shrug of your shoulders and you stood in just your skirt and chunky heels, looking like some kind of wet dream barbie.

You didn’t need a bra with the plans you’d had for yourself.

You cocked your head to the side, indifferent, unbothered. You tried to act like your heart wasn’t racing, like your cunt wasn’t throbbing and you wanted to beg to be touched. Eddie could play a cruel game and weakness wasn’t an option, so you stood a little taller and let your tits jut out all pretty, peaked nipples and trails of Robin’s pink body glitter evident on your collarbone.

Eddie sucked in a breath, lips twisting to hide the twitch of a smile that seemed more real than the others, a proud grin that told you you were winning so far. So you hooked your thumbs into the waist of your skirt and shimmed your hips, white pleats joining the rest of your clothes on the floor, a pretty pool of fabric and dignity.

Bubblegum pink thong, cherry red heels, strappy and with platforms high enough to crush a man’s ego.

“Keep the shoes on,” Eddie murmured, jaw tense, cheeks a rosy flush. “They’re real pretty, honey. They new?” The boy leaned forward again, elbows in knees, the roach stubbed out in the ashtray.

You nodded, bottom lip tucked between your teeth and your bracelets jingled as you ran your hands down your stomach, fingertips trailing along the delicate string of your underwear that curved over your hips, the soft of your stomach.

“If I told you to come n’suck my dick, would you do that too?” Eddie’s smile was sharklike, his words taunting, a little mean. Like he thought he was still winning. “You look so pretty on your knees, you know that? Love it when you put that hot little mouth to use.”

Your eyes narrowed even though your breathing hitched. Just a little, not enough for him to notice. But you knew it was only a matter of time before you had to rub your thighs together and the pretty pink shade of your underwear would turn a little darker. “Take your clothes off and we’ll see what happens.”

Eddie laughed, a brave noise, smug and cocky. He tilted his head, jaw a strong line, the shadow of stubble there and you knew if you got to dig your teeth into it, he’d moan for you.

“You think you’re callin’ the shots here, babe? That’s real cute, you’re almost naked and you think you’re in charge?”

You grinned back, standing a little prouder, fingers hooking into the hand of your thong, running across your navel. Eddie followed the movement, gritted his teeth and huffed.

“That’s exactly why I’m in charge,” you cooed, pouting, sickly sweet and far from innocent. “Take your clothes off, Eddie, don’t be shy.”

He shook his head, too stubborn, an age old game you both played so well. Except before, it was sweetened with kisses, soft laughter and gentle hands that teased and coaxed the other into submission. Now? Now this was just psychological warfare.

He stared at you, mean, eyes narrowed and his cheeks still pink, slouched back on the sofa with a casual hand thrown over his crotch. You weren’t sure if it was supposed to hide his hard on or offer some relief, but you watched the length of him twitch when you shifted your weight, popping one hip and he pressed his palm over himself.

You grinned, victorious.

But still, he didn’t move. So you sighed, wistful and dramatic and you tried to ignore the rising heat in your chest because you were so exposed and so vulnerable, ready to lay yourself bare for the guy that broke your heart and then spent each Saturday night in bed with you, pretending that he didn’t.

But hey, maybe you were to blame for that too.

Instead of saying anything else, you shrugged and made your way over to an armchair. You recognised it from Wayne’s trailer, one Eddie must’ve taken to remind him of home and you dropped yourself onto it, one leg hooked over an arm. You let your head fall back, lazy, the last buzz from the beer you took in the back of the cab simmering below your skin and you didn’t waste anymore time teasing. Your hand slid into the front of your thong, fingers seeking out in the way they knew best, parting your folds until you were spread and hidden, eyes scrunching shut at the pad of your finger swiping over your clit.

You made a pretty noise, extra soft and gasping, just for Eddie. He’d long since taught you how to put on a show, always about the drama. So you whined, let your lips fall into a pout and arched your back. Your fingers slipped down, prodding experimentally at your entrance before you gave up all pretence and slid two inside of yourself, not long enough, not thick enough, but it satiated the empty feeling that had clung to you since you first arrived at the party.

“Fuck,” Eddie groaned and your eyes shot open, gaze finding his and he was pinker then before, all flushed cheeks and glassy eyes, his ringed fingers wrapping around the outline of his cock through his jeans and he squeezed it roughly. “Jesus Christ, sweetheart, that’s just filthy.”

He said it like a compliment, words like a reward and they made your body fizz, skin electric and you smiled, humming lazily like you didn’t care.

You did you did you did.

You wanted to one up him, you wanted to win, you wanted to break him and put him back together and make him fall in love with you all over again. You wanted to make sure he never looked at another girl. You wanted to make him crawl.

So you pulled your fingers from yourself, slick and glossy in the low light, bringing them to your lips before you sucked them. Eddie’s jaw dropped, eyes hooded and pupils blown wide and he leaned forward, desperate to see more. He was barely holding himself up, clinging to the coffee table as he stared at the space between your thighs.

“Holy fuck, babe, that— that’s,” he cut himself off with a groan when you snuck your hand back inside your underwear, wet fingers sliding noisily over your clit. “Oh, that’s so fuckin’ hot. Come ‘n let me have a taste, baby. Let me get my mouth on that pretty pussy, huh?”

You shook your head and smiled, cotton candy underwear stretched tight over your knuckles and you moved a little quicker. You weren’t giving in. You’d make yourself come before you did.

It took three more minutes before Eddie moved, growling obscenities as he stood and yanked off his shirt, snapping at his belt buckle with one hand as he crossed the room. You thought he’d be on you, you thought he’d maybe drop to the floor and put his mouth on you, lick you slow and soft like he was so good at, like he’d asked for. But he grinned something wicked as he grabbed your wrist, hand tugged from between your thighs and then you were pulled up. He wasn’t rough about it, but he certainly wasn’t gentle.

“You wanna play games?” He huffed, voice wavering a little because he finally had his hands on you. Eddie gazed down at you, still a little taller even despite your heels. His hand caught your chin, finger and thumb pinching at your cheeks until your lips popped into a pout and you burned. “Let’s play, pretty thing. You wanna be my toy, huh?”

You gave in, only just. You nodded, gasping when Eddie’s thumb stroked over your lips and he smiled, boyish and charming and all too pretty. Then he spoke. “I always used to break my toys.”

Fuck.

He spun you, fast enough to be disorienting and then you were pushed onto the armchair, knees on the cushions and your chest to the back of it. Your hands curled over the top of it, holding on for what was about to come. The first smack on your ass was startling, hard enough to warm you, heat blooming over the curve of you keened, eyes slipping shut and into that fuzzy space only Eddie seemed to be able to bring you to. Your head fell forward, resting on the cushion and you sighed, his name a whisper that you hoped he didn’t hear.

“C’mon, baby,” you could hear the grin in his voice and he slapped your other ass cheek, making the fat there bounce. “Make it pretty for me, hm?”

You knew what he wanted and you obeyed, too far gone from the feel of your own fingers, the emptiness that was left after Eddie stopped you from coming. You sucked in a breath and pushed your ass out further, back arched real pretty, your cheek squished to the back cushion. Eddie stood behind you, godlike, unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock free. He stroked it, rough and he get handed, the way you’d learned to touch him, eager, thick fingers pulling at the head until it turned pinker and pinker.

“Tell me you want it.”

“No.” Your voice sounded small, wavering.

You sounded like you were lying.

Eddie laughed. “Still wanna play? Fine.”

Two hands palmed at your ass, skin warm and rings cool, the silver catching at your skin as he squeezed, pulling at your cheeks until they spread obscenely and Eddie groaned. He used his thumb to hook into your thong, pulling what little material there was away from your skin until he got to look at all of you.

Spread all pretty, slick and wet and shining. A line of spit hit your ass, sliding warm to cool over your puckered hole until it trickled down, seeping into the seam of your cunt and you dripped with him. Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck it. It’s fine.

It’s fine.

Eddie hummed, enjoying the view, enjoying himself, enjoying you. His thumb brushed over your, making you jump in surprise, his soft laughter leaving you burning until you felt the head of his cock line up with your cunt, spreading your folds around his tip. He pushed, just slightly, enough for you to feel the beginning of the stretch and you whined, arching back more, eager. Desperate.

“Say you want my cock.”

No niceties, no pet names. No affection. Just a power play. Eddie didn’t want a relationship. He wanted to win.

“No.”

Another laugh, proud and amused and your stubbornness earned your another swift smack and this time you let the boy’s name fall from your lips a little louder. Eddie swore, moaning with you because his name coming from the back of your throat sounded like sex, like victory. So he tried again, a little sweeter.

“C’mon, baby,” he cooed. He tugged at his cock, let it slide against the dean of you until he was as slick as you were. “Feels good, don’t it? You wanna feel me deep? You wanna feel me here, honey?” He let his hand tuck around you, palming over your tummy and you whined, nodding.

Game over.

Fuck it, it’s fine. It’s really fine.

“Please,” you murmured, voice hoarse, head hazy. “Please, Teddy.”

And just like that, the playing field was evened out. The nickname made the boy crumble, a gasping, groaning sound tumbling from his mouth and he melted over you, his chest to your back, cock sliding in, a tight, hot wet stretch and suddenly you were full.

You cried out, eyes snapping shut, jaw loose and head falling forward. Eddie caught you, one hand on your hip and the other sinking into your hair as he tugged you back up, a little mean, a little rough. But he brought your face to his, cheek to cheek as he cooed, murmuring pretty things about his pretty girl and it was all too much.

It felt like the beginning.

“Look at you, fuck,” he sounded gone, words stuttering out of him with every hard thrust and his hands were bruising, palming at your hips, your tummy, skating over the column of your throat until every part of you felt heated. “Who’s pussy is this? Huh? She’s fuckin’ made for me, sweetheart, so tight she doesn’t wanna let me go.”

His words made you come, like they always did, hot and filthy and possessive and murmured low in your ear. And then Eddie came too, hips jerking, groaning wild, curls falling down his back as he tipped his head and emptied himself inside of you. He liked to sweep his fingers through your folds after it, feeling himself dripping hot and slick out of your cunt.

And then when you collected your clothes from the living room floor, Eddie was sitting shirtless on his couch as you dressed yourself, already rolling another joint. The lighter flickered, a blue-orange in the night they seemed so much darker and colder now Eddie had moved away from you.

He hadn’t kissed you once, you realised, your lips lonely. He had blue glitter on his cheek, galactic freckles that matched yours. He was still dripping down the inside of your thighs when he raised his cell and asked you:

“D’you want me to call you a cab?”

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wavesgocrash · 7 months

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✩°。Slow Down The Song⋆⸜ 🎧✮

Pairing: Abby Anderson X reader

Content: friendship w Dina content <3, (I love Dina). drinking/drugs, pushy douche man, mutual pining. SMUT! : spitting, spanking, degrading/praise, pictures are taken during, handcuffs(its a belt) head R!receiving, strap on sex r!receiving. LMK if I missed anything <33

A/N : first smut writing lmk how it goes :D kisses..

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You always saw abby, walking to classes, on her way to practice, the gym. She was in your liberal arts class. But you never interacted. She always had her headphones in. smug unapproachable face. She had this walk, like she owned every sidewalk she walked on. You always took a second to take in her outfit, pointedly checking her out, not like she'd noticed. when she passed you could smell her expensive cologne, admire her braided hairstyles. Sometimes you smiled and she didn’t even notice, sometimes shed look at you and try to give what looked like a smile, just a polite one.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

“hey chica” a familiar voice singsonged as she let herself in your dorm. you turned your head to find Dina in your door with a large backpack in hand “whatcha doin?” you eyed her suspiciously.. “my chem work..”

she trounced over to you shutting your computer quickly. “well not anymore, we’re going out!!!” she squealed excitedly spinning in a circle and dropping her bag to the ground.

You’d never exactly been a party animal, but with the stress of college it was so nice to get out and have fun.

“fineeee” you’d pretended to concede. rolling your eyes and twirling around with Dina

shed connected to your speaker, poured you both drinks and begun on your makeup.

“any luck with your crush?” she bounced her eyebrows obnoxouisly, referring to abby.

“i haven’t talked to her yet..” you confessed

“Y/N come on! its just Abby Anderson” she rolled her eyes as if abby wasn’t incredibly intimidating

“Dina she’s like six foot tall and has the RBF of a monster.” you pleaded with her

she rolled her eyes at you, finishing your lipstick. “go get dressed sugar”she smacked your ass playfully and said “els and Jesse will be here soon to pregame”

“no cat?” you asked referring to ellies girlfriend.

Dina hissed.. and squinted “ouch, broke up again?” you confirmed. This was like the third time.

Dina laughed starting on her makeup, already in her blue sparkly mini dress.

you walked into your room opening the dresser, hmm a red velvet and lace mini dress or a bedazzled low back halter top and leather skirt? “DINA?? DRESS OR SKIRT?”

“WHAT DRESS?”

“MY RED ONE”

“WHAT TOP WITH THE SKIRT?”

“MY BEDAZZLED ONE”

“OOO DISCO BALL SHIRT!!!” Dina screeched. you laughed and slid into the shirt discarding the idea of a bra, slipping your skirt on and your shoes into some short red pumps you felt perfect, and just in time. ellie called “ladies? we’re here.

“hi guys!” you ran up giving them each a quick hug

Dina said nothing, she was touching up her eyeliner.

once she was finished she ran out giving Jesse a peck and ellie a hug.

You were decently intoxicate by the time you even got to the party, Dina drank like a horse. (this is cannon)

As the party heated up and the lights somehow got dimmer the music blasting, you found yourself drunk. looking for Dina to get you another drink you ran smack into a mans back.

“oops sorry!” you slurred slightly.

he spun around, you didn’t recognize him “thats okay baby” he slurred heavily groping your hips to “stablize you”

You stumbled back and tried to walk past him, he grabbed your hips again. “dance with me bbygirl” he gave you a drunk smile

“does that line ever work?” you narrow your eyes grabbing his wrists and pushing back.

“yes” he winked

“not this time buddy” you snapped, and pushed off of him.

“god you’re a bitch” he grabbed your wrist harshly

before you could even get agressive, a large hand wrapped around your waist and a voice said in you ear “whatcha doin love?” Abby.

The man backed off chuckling, “my bad Anderson. Gotcha self a fiesty one huh?”

she pretended to chuckle. “ha yea, go find lilly i’m sure she’s missing warming your lap” and with that she yanked you away. you made sure to glare at his back on your way away.

whoever that is

suddenly you found yourself face to face with Abby Anderson. that hardend face present “you alright?” she asked her exterior melting as she leaned down to talk over the music in your ear.

“yea yea I had it handled. but thank you anyways.”

she nods looking at you, a new song plays, you love this song.

finally you found your balls. “dance with me.” you demanded more than asked.

she let her eyebrows rise, finally she said “alright”

she grabbed your hips without hesitation and your hands found her shoulders picking up to the pace of the song. As the song picked up you , let yourself daringly grind on her. her hands tightened on your hips “watch it Y/N” she rasped. Her voice sending electric down your spin and her grip lighting your skin on fire. the song crecendoded and you put your head in the crook of her neck kissing a small kiss. “what if I don’t want to?” you whispered “fuck Y/N how drunk are you?” she was still raspy her hands gripping you “drunk enough to take what i want” she hummed at your words, slotting her knee between your thighs, letting you move your hips with her body.

“can i kiss you?” you murmured. “fuck yes” she rasped out again you kissed her raggedly and she gave you the passion back, working on you. Breaking the kiss she dropped her head to your shoulder breathing you in, fighting back her needs, keeping her restraint. She thought she might ruin you right here in that fucking mini skirt.

breathe me in

breathe me out

you danced together locked in the heat of passion for what felt like five minutes but was for more then a few songs, suddenly the asshole who had his grip on you walked past winking at abby and drawing his eyes over you. She grabbed your ass possessively , causing you to jump forward, grinding your clothed cunt on her knee, letting out a moan.

“I need to get you out of here” abby hummed in your ear.

breathe me in

breathe me out

you nodded frantically ”just have to tell Dina”

She nodded and took your hand as you separated.

you found dina jessie and ellie out on the patio smoking a joint.

as if noticing your presence Dina passed it to you without looking up from her conversation. but when Jesse noticed the hickeys on your neck his brows furrowed, making the three of them looking you as you took a long drag off the joint. Passing it to ellie you started “guys i’m gonna um.. go home with someone” Dinas eyebrows shot up, ellie began taking you in, hickeys ,a hiked up skirt and a flushed face. “who?” she asked, ellie was this protective of everyone. you sidestepped to show none other then Abby fucking Anderson standing in the glass sliding door giving you guys some space to talk. “No fucking wayyyy-” Dina was cut off by ellie“is she sober, is she driving you?” ellie asked. you nodded. “okay cya.” Dina slapped your ass AGAIN as you trotted off. it was like her way of highfiving you.

The drive was mostly quiet. abby’s hand on your thigh, light music playing. The car stopped in front of her apartment building. “are you sure you’re okay with this”

“please abby.” you nodded. “if i didn’t see the way you looked at me every damn day I wouldn’t consider this. while you’re drunk.” your face flushed at her embarrassing statement.

the second you got in the door you were pushed against it locked in a heated kiss. kicking your shoes off. Abby all but dragged you to her room, unzipping your skirt “think i don’t see the way you give me fuck me eyes everyday huh? ” she growled in your ear. You whined.

“i have to hold myself back from this every fuckin’ day. lookin at me like that. like a slut who needs to be fucked” she chucked your skirt.

she ripped her own nice t shirt off showing her sports bra, then yours revealing your bare chest

“cant even wear a bra to the fuckin’ party. fuck your tits are perfect”

once soft spoken and quiet abby had flipped a switch. talking to you just the way you wanted, you’d imagined

“yours too” you slipped your hands under her sports bra and she helped you take it off, showing off her perfect tits.

she scooped you up only in your panties and brought your legs around her torso.

she attached her mouth to your perked nipple you let out a strained moan and she gripped your ass harder playing with your nipple with her tongue. switching to the other nd spending time on it. she walked over to the bed tossing you on it like you weighed nothing you gasped at the air being knocked out of your lungs, propping yourself up on your elbows. as she undid her belt setting it on the side table carefully, your eyes followed her hands and she undid her jeans sliding and kicking them off. she smiled at you, powerful body on full display abs flexing.

she lunged kissing you and kissing down your body, kissing over your clothed cunt.

“abby don’t tease. Please?”

“don’t tease? you’ve teased me for months staring at me, wearing cute little dresses, i should’ve been ripping them off of you the minute you got home. I should’ve been holding your hand to classes. ”

she began to lick your cunt through your thin satin panties as you canted your hips, whining.

finally she ripped them off. devouring you like she had been starved “abs.. making me feel so good.”

She looked up, smacking your slit and spitting on it after

you moaned out.

she sucked on your clit and entered a finger into you you moaned out your hole clenching.

“so fuckin tight. fuck.”

quickly she added another finger and you began grinding on her tounge. ‘Abs Abs im gonna!-”

“cum for me baby, cum on this face cmon. tell me who’s makin you feel this good”

her words sent you over the edge, a band in your belly snapping as you released on her face ”thats it thatta girl.” she slurped nastily on your pussy not even giving you a break.

she rose from the bed, your whining from loss of contact. ‘’i know baby” she pretended to pout, opening her drawer and pulling out a shiny box, and out of it she got a large baby pink strap on, maybe eight inches? your mouth watered at the sight of it. “bought this the day i saw you. wearin that lil top i couldn’t stand it.”

she latched it on over her boxers

‘ you whined at the tip sliding between your folds, she leaned up to you “ya alright with this love? she asked” “you nodded frantically kissing her, tasting yourself. she grabbed your face between her forefinger and thumb “open your mouth up” you did.

She was so nasty. she spit in your mouth and squeezed your cheeks to tell you not to close your mouth. she smiled at that sight. “so fuckin’ pretty.” she grabbed her polaroid off the nightstand “keep that mouth open wide baby” She snapped the picture. “oh thats going in my wallet.”

“Swallow” she commanded. and you did.

“fuck abs.. you’re perfect for me.”

“good baby” she chuckled

she used your slick to wet her cock and looked up at you, gripping your hips hard enough to leave bright brusises the next morning. slowly she slid in inch by inch, your eyes drooped as you moaned out whining at the size, all the way to the hilt. she checked on you, obviously enjoying it.

pulled out, and slammed back in. you screamed out at the feeling “A-Abby!”

“gunna fuckin’ split you in half”

relentlessly she pounded into you until she found that sweet spot that had your hips bucking. she abused it until your eyes started watering. using your hands you started to run away.

“ahh ahh ahh” she tsked.

flipping you over she grabbed the belt from her nightstand and skillfully used it to restrain your hands behind your back. your chest flush into her silk sheets.

she slammed into you at the hilt feeling your cervix. “gunna fuckin mold this pussy to my cock. you’re only gonna be mine.”

“Mhm i’m yours abs” you cried out

she went harder chasing her own orgasm as the hild of her cock bumped against her clit.

she smacked your ass causing you to jump forward and back, making her stroke that much deeper. “ass is perfect, this pussy’s fuckin’ perfect.” she growled out at you spitting down to where you connected. “abs- ABBY fuck. fuck. fuck.” you cried out

“yea baby tell the neighbors who owns you”

“Who owns this pussy?” she smacked your ass again and then she reached down messing with your clit

“ah! you abby. Abby does!”

‘m’ gonna cum abby.”

yea baby? go ahead cum for me she spat out.

she put her thumb on your asshole pressing just enough to feel how tight it was. spitting on it.

you feel your orgasm take over your body in waves, sending shock waves.

but she wasnt done

she kept going, no pace change. “m’ not fuckin’ done Y/N, gotta - fuckin’- make- you- mine-”

she slammed into you on each word making her point

you cried out, overstimulated, the orgasm you just had began to feel like a band that was going to snap again “abby pleas- is-its too much abby-”

“fuckin’ take it baby. fuckin’ take it like a good slut”

with your hands tied behind your back you had no choice to take it.

“Abs i’m gonna cum again. abs-”

“gunna fuckin’ cum too”

her strokes got sloppy, and she repeatedly smacked your ass alternating cheeks.

“Cum with me cmon fuckin’ cum with me, pretty”

“abs- ” the band snapped in your stomach, squirt covering both of your thighs.

“fuck Y/N, look so pretty doin it, fuck such a fuckin- good- girl-”

she accentuated her words with he lasts strokes her orgasm ripping out of her.. she rode it out in your whining, shiny wet cunt.

she un-lachted your arms and slid out of you.

giving you a kiss on the forehead

“did s’good for me baby, stay right here i’ll take care of you.”

she walked around the room putting the strap away you admired her strong back as she cleaned up, she took a warm wet rag to your puffy fucked out cunt cleaning you up and sliding a pair of her boxers on you, and her shirt over your head. she got dressed too and cralwed into bed with you, cuddling you into her arms.

#abby anderson x you #abby anderson x reader #abby #ellie tlou #ellie #ellie williams #abby brainrot era #abby the last of us #abby tlou

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espinosaurusrexex · 2 years

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Hold on to It

AriLevinson x reader

summary: All you wanted was to see the shooting stars that night, but the rain prevented you from doing so. It doesn't really matter, though, because you manage to appreciate every moment given to you in this amazing world. And Ari is just glad to be a part of it - your world. He embraces everything you give to him - holds on to it and revels in it to make sure the memory of it all never fades.

a/n: I really need a hug, in case that wasn’t obvious - nonetheless, feedback is always greatly appreciated :)

word count: 1.6k

warnings: heart-wrenching fluff, Ari being the love of my your life, just a general vibe

･ﾟ✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ｡✭･ﾟ✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑 ✧*･ﾟ gif by @justconfettiandsomeddew

Consider listening to these to set the mood: Take Me Where Your Heart Is - Q Remember When - Wallows Sunny - Boney M

1976

Ari’s laugh is drowning in the music that pushes through the dark blue corridor. He’s lead - no - dragged past the walls lined with posters of bands that visited this place along with signatures and pictures. It’s an avalanche of colors and shapes but nothing compares to you. You, in your sparkly outfit, and with that breathtaking smile. His eyes are glued to you, as is his hand to yours, desperate to hold onto your soft skin as you stumble over the linoleum floor. Another giggle rips through the stuffy air as one of the guys smoking in the hall throws a ‘Yeah, baby!’ over to the both of you and Ari takes that opportunity to twirl you as the last beats of Sunny by Boney M reach his ears.

You stop then, hands falling to his chest, fingers playing with the undone buttons of his shirt before you look up at him and he is captured by you again. Expectant eyes stare up at him and he could drown in the feelings they're giving him. This moment should never end.

“You don’t wanna miss it, do you?” You whisper as your hands stroke up his heaving shoulders delicately. Ari closes his eyes, his forehead tapping yours as he internalizes the moment. The smell of Winston cigarettes mixing with your perfume, the bass seeping through the entryway of the disco, your warm hands on his, your hot breath grazing his lips, just... you - this - everything.

“No of course not-” You pull away but Ari is quick to draw you back in. “It’s just...” His nose nudges yours, and despite the hours of dancing that lay behind you, it’s cold.

“What, Ari?” There is that deliciously loving stare back in your eyes and Ari is melting all over again. His knees feel like jelly and the only thing keeping him upright is the hold you have on him.

He leans further into you until his pillowy lips press onto yours, capturing the familiar feeling that never fails to excite him over and over again. It’s soft and it’s warm, and it’s everything Ari would ever need to survive. Really, he had thought about it: what he would need if he were to get stranded on a remote island. And the answer was simple - the first thing that came to mind embarrassingly fast - you.

Your giggle rips him from his thoughts again. And when he opens his eyes for the second time, they land on you running towards the heavy metal door. He catches up to you, leaning his weight against it to open it, but when he does, there’s a different outside engulfing the both of you.

“Oh.”

A wall of water rushes to the floor, barely see-through. The sound of it hitting the street is even louder than the music playing in the building and when bright lightning rips through the stream of rain, the world flashes in white before Ari’s eyes. His stare carefully wanders to you, afraid to see the excitement drained from that beautiful y/e/c. You had wanted to see the meteor shower. It had been announced on the radio just yesterday and when Ari had watched you jump in front of him, ecstatic to see the beautiful shooting stars painting the sky, he had sworn to himself that he would pull every single wish from the universe for you if you asked him to.

That, however, would prove itself difficult now. But despite the dark clouds hanging in the sky and draining the world off starlight, there is nothing even remotely resembling dissatisfaction on your face. Ari adores that about you: always finding happiness in every inconvenience.

You reach out your arm and let it disappear in the water curtain and Ari watches you intrigued. He notes the smile spreading on your face and that heartfelt laugh of yours warms him from the inside out. He's lost in your enchanting aura for the hundredth time today. But before a dreamy sigh can escape his lungs, your other hand is wrapped around his bicep, pulling him fully outside and into the heavy streams of rain.

“Y/N-” he starts but the sound of thunder silences him. The rain is warm and... comforting? He is hyper aware of your touch while he realizes that. You lean your head back, completely embracing the slightly stinging drops of water pattering onto your skin. It’s brave - and he wants to be just like that. A rush of euphoria shoots through him when he leans his face into the sky. The rain is just half as scary looking up. And then, beyond his control, he releases a fervent scream into the night.

Ari is sure he has never felt this alive before. The raindrops falling down upon him glue his feet to the ground, the lightning in the distance brightens his emotions, and the hand on his arm makes him recognize the beauty of it all.

And then it slips away. With the simple lack of your touch, Ari is pulled back to reality. The rain seems a little colder and the storm a little heavier. But there’s a quick fix to that. Ari finds himself dragging his eyes back to you and the loving look returns back to his face. Oh, who would have thought? The simplicity of watching you dance in the rain makes the water feel nice again. The world picks its rotation back up and that warm feeling returns to his heart.

He watches you move, jump into puddles, and not have a care in the world for your clothes being drenched or your hair getting wet. He just stands there, encased by the happiness radiating off of you and into his soul. You turn to him with the brightest eyes when he calls your name. Ari smiles as you scream through the sounds of nature.

“Yeah?!”

You laugh when he just stares at you, and all of a sudden, time stands still again. The rain has built a wall surrounding you and him, shutting everything out that is not important - everything that is not you, or your vibrant smile, or your sparkly pants glimmering in the night. It keeps it away with its ear-bleeding pattering on the tar, connecting both of you with the sky. That’s what it feels like: as if there is nothing but you and him and the rain.

“I LOVE YOU!” Ari blurts out, not an ounce of shame in the statement he so boldly surrendered to the night sky.

You already know. Of course, you do. But you still gift him an even brighter smile through the streams of water. You jump euphorically turning once and when you face him again, arms reaching out to either side of you, you yell back: “AND I LOVE YOU!”

He chuckles, moving towards you and he swears he can see every single drop of water floating in the sky before it hits the ground, somehow impossibly slow. His hands find your waist, a firm but soothing squeeze to your sides before you are pulled into his chest.

“I love you more than the rain.” He says once he reached you. Ari revels in the glimmer shooting through your eyes, and he is sure that this alone is a thousand times better than any meteor shower he could have possibly witnessed today.

“I love you more than the thunder.” You move your hand over his arms causing goosebumps to run up his skin.

“I love you more than the shooting stars.” It’s a leap into the unknown, because - really - Ari is not sure if there is anything you love more than shooting stars, but he takes it in hopes of being surprised. He wouldn’t be sad though. Jealous, maybe, that the vast deep blue above him has a tighter hold on you than him, even if that would be crazy.

You smile, taking all of Ari's insecurities away with the simple gesture. “And I love you more.”

“That’s it? Just more?” He chuckles, pulling you even closer to him. He wants to feel every piece of warmth radiating off of you - hold onto it and keep it safe in his heart.

“Just… more.” You confirm.

“Now, how can I one-up you on that?” He asks leaning into you. His forehead is touching yours again, the rain is still falling on his head, and the thunder is still rumbling in the distance. And somehow, the moment is still perfect.

“You can try and show me.” You whisper above the drumming water surrounding you. And even though Ari is not sure if he did hear every word you said, his next move had been anticipated from the start.

His lips crash onto yours as his hands roam your back. There’s water rushing down your faces, pooling in your kiss and taking his breath away. But that’s okay because Ari just needs you. He feels like he’s floating. There’s nothing that matters more than this very minute - with you.

Giddiness spreads through his body when you deepen the kiss, your tongue swiping over his bottom lip and your hands slowly making their way up his body where they slightly scratch his scalp at the nape of his neck. He feels his knees turn into jello again, but that’s okay because you have him - steady and secure with the love radiating off of you.

And as he stands there, in the pouring rain, holding you and feeling your lips on his, he realizes: There’s nothing purer, Ari is certain, than the fact that you love him and he loves you and that he’s able to tell you every second of every damn day.

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 10 months

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Hello! I'd love to join in on the spidersona fun, but I'm a bit hesitant about it being publically viewable. Is there any sort of Discord server?

I've been holding out answering this, because I've been searching around - but I'd just like to say:

I'd love to make and work on a Spidersona RP discord. [if anyone was interested in that]

I haven't really mentioned it before, but I'm an rper with nearly 10 years experience - and after a break I'd love to get back into it!

With all the amazing spidersonas I see - I would love to make a spidersona rp discord, and I have a lot of ideas I'd like to bring to it.

but sadly - I have no idea how discord works!

But I have a lot of ideas of things that could make an amazing rp community.

Join the discord server (with or without art of course!), and meet up with other Spidersonas on Spider Society Campus

Pitch or answer prompts, and go on missions with other Spidersonas all over the spiderverse

RP your canon events, and RP in other spidersonas' events, with your sona getting to jump into cool new universes

RP as canon characters (if you want), or roleplay with them! Make friendships with your favorite characters. (I'd be down to rp Hobie or Gwen or either of the Miles)

RP going to the Spider-Band shows - complete with backstage passes and afterparties thrown by Disco-Spider, living in dorms on campus, and other cool things

Join clubs you can tag yourself with in discord - like the Hobie Brown Fanclub, The Welcome Committee, or a Spider-band of your own

Send in stuff to the 'Canon Event Advice Column' channel and get funny advice from other spider people

Take turns babysitting Mayday all around campus (- she can be a handful)

Link up and meet spidersonas from the same era, or with similar powers

Meet others around campus - like in Sensory Soothing rooms or the Food Court

Get your watch hacked and jump into other spidersonas universes - to chill, party, or fight normal ol' crime together

Having a hard time in your universe? Crash with another spidersona in theirs - or invite someone else's spidersona into your universe

Or move into dorms

Develop your spidersona and watch them (figuratively) level up as you complete missions - and make super cool spider-friends

And a lot of other stuff!

I'd be down to make art, drop daily scenarios and prompts, and roleplay daily myself! As well as roleplaying canon characters, being on the Welcome Committee, whatever!

It'd love it to be low-skill and accessible. Replies would NOT need to be fancy and you wouldn't need fancy art or anything. Prompts would be simple as well. Something like (in this case Lyla could be me or you if you have an idea and wanna start one)

!! Attention: ANOMALY ALERT !! Lyla: Heeeree, we go - Another one on the web. Looks like we've got an anomaly over in [Disco-Spider]'s universe. Green Goblin looks like he's going crazy over at the Alchemax Factory. [Earth - 1294A is a dystopia from the 70's, where cops are lethal and it's nighttime, all-the-time. Would you like to respond? - Meet Jess in the briefing room.]

Or and even simpler prompt could be like

** Weekly Prompt!! ** It's Saturday night and the Spider-band has just finished their 8pm show! The night is young and Disco-Spider is down to boogie. She's having an afterparty with the Spider-crew over in Mumbattan. Wanna come?

Replies and jumping in can be as simple or complex as you want, and there's no permissioned need or anything - just go with the flow, even in battle (if you wanna rp that - no biggie if you just wanna hang on campus).

Responding to a prompt could be like

RPer1: [Spider-Jane] Mary-Jane Watson of Earth-42069 has arrived in Mumbattan! She's wearing a tie dye t-shirt and jean shorts. Her curly red hair in a ponytail. She heard about the party from Margo [ or some made up scenario you want] and wanted to come.

And a reply could be

Disco-Spider: [Disco-Spider] Diane is hanging outside the warehouse in Mumbattan, out of uniform and wearing a sparkly blue dress. Her eyes light up when she sees Jane's portal open in front of her. "Hey, Jane! I heard you were coming! What's up? How'd your last mission go?"

and it can go from there or whatever it doesn't have to be fancy at all. These are just examples , honestly just me rambling.

IDK if that's basic but I'd love it to be basic and open to beginners. Because someone invited me into a super chill rp years ago and I fell in love with it!! And it can go into deep rp if theres some people more experienced because I'd love to do that too.

I just love ATSV and when I saw it I was like 'omg this has SO much RP potential and with so many spidersonas yoooooooo' Like Spider Society seems so interesting that even a fic can't even do it just yknow what I mean like i wanna hang out in the food court and spar with other spidersonas in the training rooms or talk about canon events in support groups or see other universes or whatever

But I have NO idea if enough people would be into this or if anyone would be. Or how to work discord. But I'd be willing to go all in if some people (like even 4 or 10 is enough) and make it like a super cool chill community of developed spidersonas and stuff

maybe its a pipedream but I figured I'd put it out there

If you'd be interested reply or something if u'd like and if you'd be interested in like helping on the discord side or being on welcome committtee let me know

or even if you just have a good amount of discord rp experience hit me up

This post is for me to guage interest in something like this, I'm hoping this asks indicates some kind of interest.

If you read this far, thank you!!! Bye :) Please let me know or tell me your thoughts if you have any

#spidersonas #spidersona #atsv #spiderman #spider man #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #miles morales #gwen stacy #spiderman rp #ocs #oc rp #spidersona rp #marvel #spider punk #spiderpunk

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invisibleraven · 1 year

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asking your “friend” to be your plus-one to another friend’s wedding for Willie/anyone. I think he'd be an amazing 'help I need a date'.

"So..."

"What do you want?"

Willie pouts, twisting his fingers together. "Who says I want anything?"

Alex looks up at him over the edge of his book. "You only start sentences with so... if you want something, so out with it or let me get back to my book."

"Clementine is getting married."

"Mazel tov, what does that have to do with me?" Alex asked, eyes already trained back on the page.

"I'm going, but I don't want to go alone." Alex glanced up at that. "I used to work with have the invite list, and I left claiming I was gonna find my purpose, or at least a boyfriend. I have found neither, so I cannot go to this wedding stag."

"So ask Reggie, he loves weddings," Alex said.

"Except he's friends with half my former coworkers, and all of them know he's dating Julie. Would be kind of weird if I showed up with him on my arm. Especially since I think they're invited as well," Willie said.

"Why not ask Luke?"

"He's working, and Bobby already said no."

"So I'm a last resort?" Alex said with a withering glance.

"I know you get anxiety at large events," Willie replied. "Otherwise you would have been the top of my list, honest."

"Will there be food?"

"Caleb is letting them have it at the club, so I imagine so," Willie said, hope invading his voice.

"Shit, I was hoping you wouldn't say his name," Alex swore. "Now I have to go so you don't punch Caleb and end up in jail."

"I would never sully Clem's wedding with violence!" Willie said with a mock affronted gasp. Which Alex just glared at him for. "Look, Caleb's a first rate bastard, but even he wouldn't start shit there, so I'll be good."

"Uh huh. When is it?"

"Saturday night?"

"Lucky you, I'm free. You are buying all the drinks, and paying for the Uber home," Alex said, eyes back on his book.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" Willie shouted. Alex grumbled out something that sounded like 'you're welcome' but Willie was too excited to hear.

On Saturday night, Willie straightened out his bright yellow tie, the lapels of his dark black suit, grinning at the mirror. He looked good. At least no one at the club would be saying otherwise.

But he was still nervous, because Alex had yet to emerge from his room and they were going to be late if they didn't leave soon. "You ready?" he called.

"Yeah yeah, keep your pants on!"

Alex came out, and he looked like a ray of sunshine. He was in a suit the same colour as Willie's tie, with a classic white shirt and black tie, looking amazing.

"Damn Mercer, you clean up good!" Willie hooted, letting out an obnoxious wolf whistle. Alex rolled his eyes, but did nothing to hide the soft pink blush or the pleased little smile on his face.

"Let's go." Alex took his arm and they were off.

The wedding was lovely of course. Clem looked stunning in her sparkly silver dress, like a disco ball come to life. Her partner was in a suit of deep midnight blue flecked with gold, and they made a stunning pair. Willie totally didn't tear up at the vows, no matter how many tissues he and Alex seemingly went through.

The reception was bangin', as was expected. The chefs at the club had gone all out, and it seemed as though Caleb was avoiding him, which Willie was happy enough with. Plus Alex knew how to cut a rug, so the two of them set the floor on fire as they twirled and bopped together.

Only, then there was a slow son, and Alex didn't hesitate to draw Willie into his arms and sway them around the room. And maybe it was the wedding, or the few glasses of champagne, but Willie sighed as he rested his head on Alex's shoulder. "Thanks for coming with me."

"I am actually having a lot of fun, so I'm glad I did," Alex murmured back. "Best date I've been on in a while."

Willie smiled, nuzzling in further. Wait... date? This wasn't a date. But he really really wanted it to be.

Oh.

Willie clutched Alex all the tighter as the song played on, not wanting this moment to end. But it did, and they broke apart, red faced and a little awkward. They giggled as they went back to the table, picking at the rest of their food, drinking more. And when the next slow song started, Alex offered Willie his hand, and he took it gladly.

So maybe it wasn't a date, but as they grew closer and closer on the dance floor, Willie wondered if he asked Alex out tomorrow what his answer would be.

For now, he'd keep dancing, happy enough in the fantasy.

Little did he know that the next wedding they would go to would be as a real couple. And the one after that? Would be theirs.

#filled prompts #ficlet #willex #julie and the phantoms

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gamequeenanya · 2 years

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Disco Roller Rink - (FNAF Security Guards)

Summary: Phone Guy is invited by his friends to a roller rink where they’ll all go in a crop top. Shenanigans ensue. (lee Phone Guy, ler Jeremy, switch Mike, ler Fritz)

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"It's alright, Foxy. I'll soon have you good as new, promise!" He smiled up at the animatronic as he set down his toolbox. And couldn't resist giving him a hug.

To his surprise, Foxy hugged back. Gently patting his back with one paw.

"Hey, come look!" Jeremy said, bringing his friends over and pointing to the scene. The other guys smiled.

Then Scott seemed to tremble a bit. As Foxy patted his back, his paw pads brushed against his spine. Scott suddenly pulled away, stepping back.

"A-alright Foxy, h-hugging time's over! Let's g-get you fixed up now!"

The guys whispered to each other. They had a feeling what was going on. Now they just needed a good excuse to test it.

"Hey Scotty," Mike said. "Jeremy's taking us to the skating rink this afternoon. Wanna come...?"

Not expecting to be spoken to so soon, he stepped back a bit. "Uh, yeah! Sounds fun."

"Don't forget to wear a crop top - it's the fashion event of the day!"

Before Scott could stutter and stumble on his words, Jeremy cut him some slack.

"It's alright, we'll all be wearing one!" He said with a wink. "And if you don't have one, I could let you borrow one of mine!" He showed him a gift bag with a sparkly red crop top, and a green one.

"Oh wow! You really came prepared! Uhh... I guess so!" he said. "I'll take the red one!"

"Good choice," Fritz said, carefully yoinking the green one away.

"What about Jeremy?"

Jeremy chuckled. "I'm wearing one under my shirt. So is Mike."

"Wow, so it's really a fashion thing for you, huh?"

"You can't deny it looks spiffy!" Mike replied with a grin. The others wore equally goofy grins. Scott chuckled.

"I-I guess not! I've just never worn one before." He admitted. "Well, I'll meet you there!"

...

At the disco roller rink, it was almost deserted except for two couples and a family. They slowly skated around the rink.

"Huh," Fritz said. "I guess since we work irregular hours, most people are still at work! Or in school..."

"Yeah," Mike replied. "But that doesn't mean we can't have fun! C'mon!"

And he took off his button-down to reveal his light blue sleeveless crop top that covered most of him except a couple inches of his stomach. He was somewhat short and stout with a swirled innie navel. He wore beige shorts and long white socks. Taking off his work shoes, he started getting his skates ready.

Fritz did the same, revealing his green crop top that barely covered his nipples. He was tall and toned with visible abs, and had an outie navel. Hey, it still counted as a shirt! He put on his matching purple sunglasses. Below his cargo pants were regular black socks and work shoes, which he quickly tossed aside.

Jeremy wore an orange crop top that covered all of his chest but revealed his whole stomach, his circle innie dead centre, since he wore low-cut jeans. He had muscle, though it was covered by a layer of fat. At least he felt better about his body than he did a month ago, before he started working out with Fritz.

Scott came in, shyly covering his stomach.

"Heyyyy, you made it!" Mike said, coming over with the others. "And don't worry, you look great!"

Uncovering himself, one could see that Scotty had put on the red crop top that sparkled. He had a slim figure, and an oval innie belly button. The top covered all of his chest as well as an inch of his stomach. He still wore his black low-cut work pants and shoes. His skates were still in his bag.

He huffed. "It's not that... It's that I don't entirely trust you..."

Mike laughed. "Why not? Aren't we the best friends you've ever had?"

"Well, uh... of course!"

"And aren't we trustworthy enough to skate with...?"

He shuddered. "I swear Mike, if you make me fall-!"

"We'll catch you," Fritz promised.

Scott sighed. "Alright."

...

As they skated, it took about ten minutes but the rest of the people in the rink had left.

"Wow, they're gone. I-I guess disco roller rinks aren't as cool as they used to be?" Scott guessed.

"I still think they're radical!" Fritz said.

"Yeah, I love this music," Mike agreed.

Jeremy didn't mind, he just enjoyed the skating.

There was a spot where someone had spilled their Slushie. Jeremy slipped on it and fell backwards... into Scotty's arms.

"It's alright, I gotcha..." He muttered, pulling him up. It was more difficult considering their height difference.

Jeremy pulled him into a hug.

"Did you fall?" Mike said with a smirk.

"Almost!" Jeremy said. "Scotty saved me!"

"Aw, how cute! I think he deserves a reward for that."

"You're right..." Fritz said mischeivously.

Scott giggled nervously. "G-guys, come on!"

Fritz picked him up in a full nelson. Struggling, Scott squeaked and awaited his doom.

They decided to stop skating for a moment because it was dangerous to do this otherwise. Setting Scott on a bench, still with his arms held back, Fritz whispered teasingly in his ear.

"You know, we were always going to do this. Wear crop tops to the roller rink I mean. But when we saw you and Foxy, well, we just couldn't resist!"

Mike was getting impatient and swiped a finger across Scott's tummy. Scott shrieked and thrashed in his position.

"G-guys plehehease! I c-can't take it!!"

"Oh wow. I only touched you once dude!" Mike said in disbelief.

"This is gonna be fun!" Jeremy said, softly poking the side of his stomach. Fritz did the same.

"Eheeheheheeheeeee! Meheeheeean!" He giggled.

"Gosh, if Afton finds out, you're history!" Mike teased, booping his sides.

"Dohohohon't you dahahaahre!"

"We won't, don't worry!" Fritz said, teasing his belly button. "This is a secret all for ourselves!"

"EEHEEHEHEEHEEEEEE!! NAHAAHAAHAAAAHAAT THERE!!!"

"Aww! Looks like he's more ticklish than we thought!"

"HEEEHEEEHEEEE!! IHIHIHIHIHIII'M YOHOHOOUR MAHAHAANAGER!" He protested.

"Yeah, our terribly cute manager who deserves to laugh more!"

They switched positions; Fritz softly tickled his bare armpits, while Mike got his sides, and Jeremy swiped across his belly.

Scotty wasn't sure why he'd fallen for this obvious trap. Seriously, he'd known those mischievous looks as soon as he reacted to Foxy. Then why did he come?

"EHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEEHEEEEEHEEE!" Chortling, he wiggled and thrashed in his position as much as he could.

"Having fun?" Mike teased, going up and down his ribs. He could swear the man's blush deepened as he shook his head. "Awww!"

They switched positions again, this time Fritz teasing his mid-back and spine, Jeremy tracing his upper sides, and Mike swirling inside his belly button.

"EEEEAAAAHEEEHEEHEEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEEEHEEEEEEEE!" All Scott could do was laugh, wild and unconstrained. He thrashed in their grip, instinct to escape taking over all other thoughts in his mind. "EEHEEEHEEEEEEEHEEEEE! PLEHEHEHEHEEASE!"

With all the chortling, screeching, and squealing, it was a wonder no one checked up on them. The rink was still empty, the security probably all on break.

“OHHOHOHOHOOHOHO GOHOHOHOHOOHHOSH PLEHEHEEHEHEEASE!”

Soon, Scott's laughter turned into hiccups. The others pulled away and let him breathe.

As he caught his breath, he giggled and hiccuped.

"Heheeheeheeee! *Hic*! *Gasp* Eheheeeehee!"

"Oh man, come on, don't die on us!" Fritz joked, ruffling his hair.

Mike glared at Fritz. "He'll be fine! Right, Scott?" He said a bit more softly.

Scott nodded, arms wrapped around his stomach, feeling loopy.

Smiling, Jeremy gave him a hug. "Sorry if we tricked you there, bud."

"Is okay..." Scott muttered, leaning into the touch.

Shrugging, Mike and Fritz joined the hug.

"Mmm..." Scott hummed.

After a while, Mike moved away. The others let go as well.

"Do you want to keep your skates on or-?" Mike wondered. Scott shifted away on the bench.

"Oh no, you're not getting me again!" He got up and went back in the rink. Now skating freely by himself.

Jeremy and Fritz grinned. "Is there something you'd like to tell us, Mike...?"

He jolted and scrambled back. "No, w-wait! I didn't mean it like that!"

The others jumped on him, removing his skates and putting his feet in a headlock.

"Yohohohoou guys are jeheeheeerks!!" Mike cried as they scratched and scribbled all over his feet. "EHEEHEEHHEEHEHEEEEEEE!"

His feet were tan, small, and thick, with short and stubby toes. Perfect for using both hands to get everywhere at once!

Mike's chortles and gasps evolved into shrieks and squeals as Fritz dug in the spaces between his toes.

"EHEHEEHEEHEHEEEEHEEEEEEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEE!!"

Finally, the security guards of the roller rink discovered the three. They cleared their throat and asked them to cut out the horseplay. Fritz and Jeremy whined, but complied, letting go of Mike.

Breathing heavily, Mike cursed the two for betraying him like that.

Scott had gone to the changing room to put on his regular grey baggy shirt, and now was skating around the rink again.

The others skated over to him.

"Hey bro, didn't you like the crop top?" Fritz said.

"Oh no no, I did!" He said with a blush. "It's in my bag. I just don't know what I'd do if a girl saw me in that!"

Mike chuckled. "He's got a point."

They skated around the rink for a few more minutes, trying different moves. No one daring to touch anyone lest more horseplay arise. Fritz and Jeremy watched their backs, knowing they had the shortest crop tops and had just tickle-provoked two of their friends.

Up ahead, Mike whispered something to Scott, who chuckled and nodded. Yeah, it would probably be best to steer clear of them for a while!

After they were done skating, they got changed into their regular clothes again. Scott tried to return the crop top, but Jeremy assured him he could keep it. Maybe they'd have another outing like this in the future!

"Yeah, and then Scott and I can get you back!" Mike teased, getting a giggle from Scott. They gulped.

Yep, going to the pizzeria the next day was sure going to be interesting!

[End.]

#fnaf tickling #fnaf tickle #lee phone guy #lee scott #ler jeremy #ler fritz #switch michael #tickle fic #my writing #lee!phoneguy #ler!nightguards #lee!mikeschmidt

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I am still vibrating out of my skin over the JCS show I saw tonight and I think I need to shout about it some more!

So I got to see the 50th anniversary tour production. It was off the walls amazing!

When Judas finished Damned For All Time and took the silver, his hands were literally coated in this thick silver dust that NEVER came off.

He tried rubbing it off. Didn't budge. Tried hiding it during the last supper until JC started yelling about being betrayed.

When he touched JC I'm pretty sure some of the silver transfered to his white shirt and jacket and stained them!

Said shirt and jacket JC took off and threw away before starting Gesthemane

I may have just imagined it but. Every time Judas went off stage and then came back on I think the silver powder just spread further up his arms.

They did things with the microphones! Every main character sang into a stand mic for their lines, and depending on the character they either had wireless mics or wired mics.

Judas was wireless for the whole show until his death scene. When he comes out. With a red-corded, wired mic.

There was So Much glitter. They must have gone through like 10lbs of gold glitter for every show. And they did things with the glitter that was POETIC

Like. Did the normal, glitter on the people in the Temple. During the part where jc is getting mobbed by the sock and crippled he falls into some glitter and tries to desperately scrub it off his hands.

LATER. The glitter strikes back!

During the 39 lashes. JC comes out all bloodied and painted with still wet and sticky fake blood. And then they tie him up and instead of pantomiming the lashing everybody just throws handfuls of gold glitter on him!

The man looked like a golden disco ball. He was Extremely Sparkly. But also. It worked!

Harrod wasn't strictly speaking in Drag, but his performance was Very Drag and I loved it. (He was also all golden and glittery)

Pilot had a wired mic the entire time. He also got a mic drop. He deserved it.

They crucified JC DURING the Superstar song, on Sound Equipment.

As he was dying, you could kinda hear him talking on the cross, but like couldn't Really hear. Because his mic had been taken away from him.

Both JC and Peter carried around acoustic guitars. Nobody else had instruments.

Jesus played his guitar during Gesthemane. But I think Peter only played when JC was playing with him.

Until Can We Start Again Please. I think.

Peter had big Mom Friend energy and I loved it! Because, Tbf, if you're picking a successor you're gonna pick the mom friend/responsible one.

In conclusion!

I need to see this show again. It was amazing! I need to rewatch to see what I might have missed the first time around! (They are here until Sunday and I.am seriously considering going to see it again)

#musicals #jesus christ superstar #oh. this production is going to stick to.my ribs for a while I think

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BBC.COM

Harry Styles review: Singer uses power of positivity to delight Brixton Academy

By Katie Razzall, Culture editor

Towards the end of his One Night Only set at London's O2 Academy Brixton on Tuesday, his first UK concert in four years and the first British outing for his acclaimed new album Harry's House, Harry Styles spotted an 18-year-old called Jess in the crowd.

I had chatted to her just before the gig started, as intrigued as Styles by what she was holding.

"Jess's sign," he declared to the 5,000-strong audience, "says, and I might paraphrase, 'My boyfriend slept with my best friend'."

Cue loud boos, a chorus of solidarity from the mainly female crowd, most of whom have followed him since his One Direction days.

"That's brutal," he told Jess, to screams of delight. "What I will say is, you're better off without him, clearly."

The audience went wild, Styles dedicated his next song to her - a mellow, acoustic track called Boyfriends - and, for one night only, the student and part-time supermarket worker became the most envied, and most celebrated, woman in the place.

That interaction sums up why Styles is so beloved.

He's the male friend every woman wants, the one who's on your side. His USP - aside from his zeitgeisty challenge to gender norms and obvious good looks - is emotional intelligence. Unlike boyfriends, who, as the lyrics to his song of the same name go, "think you're so easy, they take you for granted, they don't know they're just misunderstanding you".

Harry's House is his third solo album, and the one he's described as "the most me". It also may be the one where his appeal finally catches up with his media profile in terms of sales.d

The synth-infused, nostalgic As It Was became America's most streamed single in a day, with 8.3 million streams, when it launched in April - and he may clinch the top three spots in the UK singles charts later this week.

You could say he's the first top-league solo male pop star the UK has produced since Ed Sheeran.

The album has only been out for a few days, but as he skipped and strutted from side to side across the stage, in front of an outline of a giant neon house and a six-piece band (again majority female), Styles was confident that this crowd would already know the lyrics by heart.

They didn't let him down, as again and again he directed the microphone their way. There was relish in their rendition of the slightly risque last line of the poppy, joyful Cinema. "I bring the pop to the cinema," he sang. "You pop when we get intimate," they trilled back.

Styles has been touring since he was 17, first with One Direction and now alone - and he's good at it. In Brixton, he was enjoying himself at the start of a tour that will take him to stadiums across the UK before more concerts in Europe and the US.

But this is not rock 'n' roll as we once knew it.

In an interview with Zane Lowe for Apple Music, Styles said he doesn't drink alcohol while on the road and sleeps for between 10 and 12 hours a night. A pin-up for more sober times.

He also shared that the months he spent locked down in Los Angeles and London during the pandemic were the longest he's been in one place in 12 years. (His family have previously talked about how he went to the X Factor audition aged 16, became a part of One Direction and "never came home again".)

His message after Covid, he told the Brixton crowd, was: "We go out and be nice to each other. Be kind, the world needs it." But in some ways, the pandemic may have brought some relief and space for reflection after 12 tumultuous and hectic years - and it shows in this joyful, thoughtful album.

Aside from pop, Styles has the fashion crowd bought in. Sequins, feather boas, cowboy hats and polka dot dresses - he has worn them all. For this one-off special in Brixton, though, he opted for white trousers and a spotty T-shirt. But many of his fans had dressed up. Pink abounded. Twenty-three-year-old Abi Kohen described her sparkly outfit to me as "like a disco ball had a baby with an emu that was pink".

She and her friend Georgia May-Campbell, who live in London, have spent thousands of pounds on tickets to five Styles concerts through the summer, with outfits already planned for each one. They met training to be nannies, bonded over their love of One Direction and have already seen Styles in concert more than 20 times.

Even more dedicated were the fans who turned up at the Academy a full two days before the gig. Simona Todissco, 28, arrived at midday on Sunday with her friend Marika Candiotti, who'd travelled from Manchester (others told me they'd come from south Wales, Spain, Glasgow, Colchester, Lowestoft and Norway). Tents weren't allowed in the streets of Brixton, but a local woman took pity on the pair and gave them some blankets as the rain poured down.

That's the kindness Harry Styles was after, which he delivered on stage too. I lost count of the number of times he said thank you to the audience. He dedicated Love of My Life, the tender final track of his album, to "each and every one of you". And he stopped the gig twice, after noticing a fan getting into distress in the sweaty scrum.

He is so polite - a pop star to make his mum proud. (She was at the gig and introduced to huge cheers.) But his appeal lies in his authenticity.

North Londoner Gavin welled up as he explained to me how Harry had made his anxious teenage daughter "whole again" with his positive messaging. "Like Bowie taught me about sexuality and it being OK," he said, "he's made a big contribution."

Styles brought the night to a crescendo with the rock-filled Kiwi from his debut album, and Jess left on a high, still brandishing her Boyfriend sign aloft, but less devastated by her ex's betrayal after that pep talk from her hero.

"He said I don't need him," she told me. "And if I'm going to take advice from anyone, it will be Harry Styles."

#bbc #concert review #one night only london #brixton academy #wasn't that Jess 22?#anyway...

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