#the way he always names old classic kids books that i read or would have read...it's a lot cause that kind of book means a Lot to me!
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books can describe a person, or can they?
https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.express.co.uk/entertainment/books/617196/Chelsea-footballer-author-Frank-Lampard-favourite-books/amp
omg, i had never seen this particular book rec list of his--i LOVE this, here are my thoughts
of mice and men--he cites this as one of his favorite books a lot and i'm just like jeez--i hated this book when i had to read it for 7th grade english, it's so fucking depressing, okay emo boy
tom's midnight garden--i've never heard of this but this sounds like the kind of kids' book i would have really enjoyed...something old school and quietly imaginative, it's sweet that he includes it
the making of modern britain-- "I have an interest in politics and history and I’m proud of being British" adfkad;jdfk;gkdlj this killed me... also "My father began life in post-war east London and this helped me to imagine him growing up." frank lampard go 5 minutes without talking about your dad challenge
A BOOK ABOUT ABRAHAM LINCOLN? *needle scratch* nerd alert! "Americans don’t expect you, as an Englishman and a footballer, to have knowledge of their history so it’s good for dinner party conversations." this threw me...i highkey love that he recommended a book on abraham lincoln lol i think when he said his favorite subjects in school were history and latin he wasn't lying
andrea pirlo's book...i like that he's reading it while playing with pirlo at NYCFC, that's cute lol
a crime/spy/terrorist thriller? "I love to read crime thrillers when I’m travelling with the team and this is one I didn’t want to put down." omg this reminds me of some other interview where he talks about everyone on the chelsea bus playing video games and him writing in his little notebook !
i feel like you can legit analyze these choices so hard hahaha and also if you know anything about franko they make a lot of sense
#lamperry4ever#answered#long eyelashed tragedy#i appreciate a good himbo who's never touched a book but i also like...This. yknow?#the way he always names old classic kids books that i read or would have read...it's a lot cause that kind of book means a Lot to me!#spilling too many truths
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If you are a movie fan and haven't read the book yet, here are some irrelevant details from the book
Henry owns a cardigan
Arthur and Catherine meet on a Henry V play (which they named Henry after), which Catherine went to see and saw Arthur playing. She "shook off her security to disappear into London and dance all night".
Pez listens to kpop, and he got Alex into it
Nora watches drag race and got Henry into it
Henry is an Elton John fan (actually relevant in the book)
Alex is a Hall & Oates fan
Alex wears glasses (actually relevant in the book)
Henry is described by Alex as having lots of moles
Bea is the rockstar girlfriend, at the end of the book she plays on a concert and everything. She plays the guitar and is always wearing a leather jacket. She also has a fat cat called Mr Wobbles. And the queen wanted her to learn violin “since it was more proper” instead of guitar. “Bea was allowed to learn both, but she went to uni for classical violin.”
During the turkey phonecall, Henry is wearing a peely face mask
Amy is trans and has a pansexual wife
(Actually relevant) Catherine was not off in another country the whole story, just battling intense grief for her husband's death, so she wasn't present in her children's life, so they felt as if they lost both parents.
There's no king, she's actually a queen, her name is Mary and she should die (she's so so much worse on the book than the king is on the movie)
David is a service dog
(Actually relevant in the book) June bought a teen magazine at 15 and 13 year old Alex would sneak into her room to stare at the magazine (and the picture of a blonde 14 year old British prince on it).
Bea is the middle kid, Henry is the youngest
Henry is canonically on therapy and on antidepressants (since the start of the book)
I don't remember if they mentioned it on the movie but Arthur was James Bond and died of pancreatic cancer.
Alex’s favorite Olympic sport is rhythmic gymnastics
Bea had an addiction problem when Henry was about 17 (as a way to cope after their father's death) and only got herself into rehab after Henry went to her and started crying about dad was dead and he was gay and scared so she couldn't kill herself. That's how he came out to her
Alex doesn't wanna be president at the end of the book, he starts law school
Henry favourite star wars is Jedi, Alex's is Empire
June is allergic to peanuts
Alex runs and runs to cope and clear his head
He did not know he was bi until after Henry kissed him. Yes, he had a friend with benefits relationship with his high school friend Liam, but he genuinely thought it was perfectly platonic and straight
Also he doesn't keep on touch with Liam after high school (their friendship just slowly fades away, with living so far and Alex being suddenly famous) but they reconnect at the end
Alex and Henry move in together on a brownstone on Brooklyn, eventually they marry (after Henry abdicates) on the lake house, they move to a farmhouse on Austin, they spend their honeymoon unpacking
Pez is lactose intolerant
Bluebonnet is June’s code name, Barracuda is Alex’s
Henry is a big Austen fan, and makes references to her books through the story
Amy knits
Zahra has a sister who recently had a baby
June forced Alex into dresses as a kid
Henry’s favorite food is a cheap falafel stand ten minutes from the palace
Henry really likes sailing
Shaan has a motorbike
Alex is allergic to dust
Henry keeps a copy of Le Monde, the newspaper from the day they were in Paris, on his room
Alex and Nora dated when Alex was 17 and Nora 18 but realized they were definitely better off as friends. When they are bored, they like to create rumors about their relationship
Alex makes tons of lists to organize
Alex wears chinos, and claims kakhis are for white people
Nora is very good at math
Alex grew up catholic
At the end of their e-mails, Alex and Henry quoted historical lgbt love letters
Nora’s one-bedroom is “full of books and plants she tends to with complex spreadsheets of watering schedules.”
Nora is bisexual and on the aro spectrum (not canon on the book than she’s aro, but Casey did mention it somewhere)
Arthur gifted Henry a telescope for his seventh birthday
The karaoke scene happens not while on Texas but in some club full of queer people. The whole group is there, Pez got them matching kimonos. Alex’s says Hoe Dameron, Henry’s says Prince Buttercup. Aside from Henry singing Don’t Stop Me Now, Bea sings Call Me by Blondie, and Pez sings So Emotional by Whitney Houston in a “shockingly flawless falsetto”.
The lakehouse confessions happens while at night
The Kensington fight (after the lakehouse confession) is much more dramatic, they don’t go to the v&a that night, but the next night. That morning Henry got up early, and brought Alex coffee when he woke up. They made up.
Also Alex takes his coffee with cinnamon
Alex, Nora and Henry are gen z, while June is a millennial
#this has lots of things about Alex but we just know so so much about him#rwrb#casey mcquiston#red white and royal blue#firstprince#alex claremont diaz#henry fox mountchristen windsor#red white & royal blue#rwrb movie#rwrb film#nora holleran#june claremont diaz#bea fox mountchristen windsor#shaan srivastava#zahra bankston#amy chen#pez okonjo#rwrb alex#rwrb on prime#red white and royal blue movie
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daydreaming - part one
summary: a bored librarian has a crush on the cow prince, pierre chavanges. pining and daydreaming about an unreciprocated crush that doesn’t even know she exists.
pierre hasn’t been sleeping, it’s made him even more irritable than usual which isn’t safe for anyone. he had tried the herbal teas, sleep hypnosis videos, counting sheep and now he’s in the library. since he has all the extra time he might as well. he fished out his library card from him teenage years from the back of a drawer, hoping it’s still valid.
the library in droyes was an old building with new shelving, it has awkward opening hours and a nice smell. pierre hadn’t visited in years and took his time strolling through the shelves as the afternoon light filtered in. a russian classic, perfect. nothing could be more sleep inducing. he took his book to the front desk and waited in line, he lifted his head from the book synopsis when he heard your voice.
you were arguing with a pimply teenage boy with a pile of books on the desk. looking up at him from your chair, brows scrunching. you had a frown on your face in an attempt to look intimidating but pierre thought it looked more like a pout. "bring back the other 20 and then you can take these" you snatched the books from the boy, putting them on your trolley, he was about to try again and you snapped, "i should be charging you for all the over drafts, stop pushing your luck" a finger in his face as he sulked out the door. "fucking nerd" pierre heard you mutter under your breath.
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and then all the sudden, pierre chavanges was in front of you. of all the days, all the times, he decided to visit the library in time to witness you yell at some kid. you had known pierre your whole life, he’s somewhat a local celebrity, with his own nickname and everything, the cow prince. the young farmer had a reputation for being well, great at farming. his herd was the best and happiest, he was responsible, kept to himself and the mysterious air he had made him the perfect subject for speculation, rumours and in your case fantasies. you liked the way he carried himself, the definition in his body. pierre was known to be very knowledgable, strong and a man good at his job is always something you appreciated. the pretty face also helps. his baby blue eyes and sharp cheekbones. he never brushes his hair, even now he looks like he rolled out of bed, but you still like the way it fell around his face, the longer strands have a slight curl to them.
his blue eyes landed on your face as he placed his book on the desk, your eyes rested on his hands with his long fingers more than necessary or polite. you suddenly became hyper aware of how messy your hair is, today you skipped your makeup, are wearing the same sweater as yesterday and still have a scowl on your face. you entered customer service mode to stop yourself spiralling. pierre gave you a soft smile as he handed you his card, "sorry about that" you said just to say something. pierre smiled again, this time with a twinkle in his eyes. now looking at his library card, you paused, it’s ancient. you told him you are going to take a minute to update his card, he told you he’s in no rush and you tried to calm down enough to remember what to do. pierre's eyes bore into you as you tried to concentrate on the screen, you wanted to fix the hair strands around your face, but doing so would let him know you’d care and you felt mortified.
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pierre knew you, he just couldn’t place from where. he was sure he’d seen you in the sea of parties, weddings and anniversaries. he has this image of you in his mind, off to the corner, talking to your friends, a flicker of your eyes on him as he walks by. you had big, expressive eyes and soft lips, slightly open as you read the screen. why can’t he remember your name, your hair bouncing as you run past him. now he’s closer to you, he recognises that crisp, fresh perfume and knows he’s walked into a room that you’d been in and looked around for you.
"are you julian’s sister?" he asks you as you work. your eyes turn at him like he’s gone crazy, you lips slid into a smile, holding out your hand and introduce yourself. pierre takes it and apologises, introducing himself as well. "i know" you chuckle. your hands are soft and delicate in his, your manicured nail slightly gracing the back of his hand. he steps back and apologises again. he feels his cheeks flush a little, he’s relieved your turning your back on him to laminate his card, he watched your hands work and notes how pin straight your posture is, taking in the lines of your body. you turn around with a professional smile and hand him his things, he turns, rushing to the door. "bye pierre" he hears your twinkling voice, your hand in the air and waves a hand goodbye to you as he opens the door.
daydreaming masterlist
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terzo w/ a goth daughter hcs
i don’t know where i got this idea from but i’m obsessed with it. in this fic, the reader is referred to as the other parent. without further ado, this is terzo with a goth teenage daughter. (her name is violetta, she’s mentioned in a previous fic i posted) i hope you enjoy!!🦇🖤
-of course this girl ended up goth. it would be concerning if she didn’t. she was raised in a satanic church. her dad is the lead singer of a devil-worshipping rock band and paints himself like the skull emoji every day for a living.
-violetta was raised on classic rock. of course, she grew up hearing other things, but the importance of rock was preached at her by her papa.
-she’s got super cool taste even without him though.
-sometimes violetta ends up shocking HIM with stuff she listens to.
-she ends up discovering more intense, heavy stuff he didn’t play for her as a kid but still enjoyed privately.
“how- how did you find this band?”
“i’m cooler than you think i am, dad.”
“that’s my girl.”
-i feel like terzo doesn’t like electronic music, but violetta does. stuff like crystal castles. (great music, check it out!)
-so if she gets in the car and starts playing something he doesn’t like, he playfully bullies her for it.
“ay, what is this computer crap?”
“oh, i’m sorry, do you want me to play some of your old man music?” she says with a wicked smirk.
-if they ever get in fights, (which they do, they’re both stubborn as mules, though terzo will swear she got it from you…) violetta goes to her room and will BLAST music. like, BLAST. if she’s really mad, she’ll play something he doesn’t like.
-and if she’s R E A L L Y mad…
-she’ll play worship music. as in jesus worship music.
-you have to run to her room and tell her to stop before her father leaves her as an offering for satan.
-violetta does the coolest tradgoth makeup.
-the first time she wore it outside her room, terzo had many mixed emotions. two voices in his head:
“that’s my daughter!! la mia stellina! she doesn’t need makeup to be beautiful! her precious face is gone!”
and:
“hell yeah, that’s my daughter!”
-lets her practice makeup on him
-sometimes she’ll do his face paint and it’ll look fucking AWESOME, he wears it with pride
-very encouraging of her talents and passions.
-i can totally imagine her being into all kinds of art. music, drawing, painting, photography, design, makeup of course, writing, everything.
-she has a very distinct dark aesthetic she goes for when she makes art
-terzo is so blown away by her creativity. always wants to see what she’s working on, even when she says, “go away, dad!”
“what are you drawing?”
“what’s that song?”
“is that a poem? can i read it?”
-her fashion is totally awesome and terzo will always buy her random goth jewelry or accessories he finds that remind him of her. she is very spoiled.
-if violetta ends up going to goth clubs or events, sneaking out of the house, terzo totally catches on. he was similar as well.
-she’ll carefully close the door on her way in, letting out a small sigh of relief, thinking she made it back safe.
-until she turns around and sees her father nonchalantly sitting in a chair, wine glass in one hand, book in the other.
-“how was the party, violetta?”
-she’s silent.
-“and the one yesterday? and the one last weekend? and the one the weekend before that? there was even one on a tuesday. who goes to the club on a tuesday?”
-this man has TOTALLY been to a club on a tuesday. but he would never say that to his daughter
-no amount of face paint could cover the look on her face in that moment.
-boy, she was in for a stern lecture and a rough night.
#ghost band#papa emeritus iii#terzo#the band ghost#ghost#papa emeritus#papa emeritus x reader#papa terzo#terzo x reader#papa emeritus iii x reader#the band ghost headcanons#terzo headcanons
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BG3 and their fave classic novels (at least what i thought at 4am)
Karlach: Frankenstein (she read it growing up and liked it but now it feels bittersweet when she rereads - but she feels like it makes the book better somehow now that she relates to it more)
Laezel: Catch 22
Gale: The Great Gatsby or Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy
Astarion: Catcher in the Rye (i dont know why it just feels right)
Wyll: anything by Jane Austen (explains why he acts like a regency love interest)
Shadowheart: Charlotte's Web (denies that she even knows it exists but she always cries when she reads it)
Halsin: The Secret Garden
Jahera: The Alchemist
These are all so perfect are you kidding me-
Your answer gave me a few ideas of ones I might change, but they're very few. I do want to share my thoughts on all your answers though because damn are they good and give me a buffet of food for thought.
Karlach: I'm actually furious I didn't think of Frankenstein, the symbolism is unfathomably perfect.
Lae'zel: She's always been a tough one for me to think of, so I'm so happy to hear Catch 22 as a suggestion. Honestly the phrase itself sums her (and Shadowheart) up pretty well; Either abandon your faith and start fresh (conveniently lost, if you will), or stay with a faith that you know or have an inkling might be morally wrong/deviant and have to live with it for the rest of your life. I love the idea.
Gale: Hitchhiker's Guide. No question. He's definitely the type to finish it in 2 weeks and secretly write fanfiction or self inserts for things and never tell anyone (maybe Tav or Astarion finds them and bullies him about it--but they can't judge since that's what daydreaming is for lol).
Astarion: Gatsby, which you suggested for Gale, is honestly a good one for Astarion. I definitely think he can relate to Jay--wanting to throw your life of pain and nothingness away to become something totally new and forget that old life of yours, no matter what the cost is--and think he definitely picked up on the queer-coding thing pretty fast (he believes it, I imagine). I think he could think of himself as Daisy does: "A beautiful little fool."
I also can see The Picture of Dorian Gray being a good one. I made a post about this in the past but I will never turn down an opportunity to talk about it; I feel like he'd be SUPER into Oscar Wilde and the way he views the world. To me, it fits his aesthetic and flowery dialect almost scarily well.
Catcher and the Rye though, definitely. He carries a worn out copy of that book EVERYWHERE. It's like a teddy bear to him. Maybe that's what he's reading all the time at camp?
Wyll: This is the best one, oh my Gods. I've never thought about it but now I can't unsee it during my playthrough. The almost flowery elegance he has is definitely Austen-coded. Beautiful.
Shadowheart: THIS. I definitely think Charlotte's Web boosted her love for animals, but I also think it helped her figure out her own personal thoughts about death, outside of Lady Shar's teachings. Given how much I think the book would impact and mean to her, I can totally see her naming a pet Wilbur or Charlotte.
Like Halsin, I think The Secret Garden also fits. Her love for Night Orchids, as well as the idea of there being something more out there than what meets the eye--something more beautiful than anything anyone could imagine, and something that completely takes your breath away and makes you forget about everything--is EXTREMELY appealing to her, I'd imagine. I like to think she notices Halsin reading it and walks a bit behind the group to talk about the book with him (lord knows the minute someone knows Shadowheart likes something so sweet like that, it's over for her (especially Astarion)--Gale though would totally keep it in mind and find a gold-foil copy for her).
Halsin: The idea of him sitting under a tree or something and reading The Secret Garden kills me in the best way. Maybe he's reading it out loud to ducks or squirrels (then the group hears him and gathers around for circle reading time because his voice is PERFECT for reading aloud (I think his VA even did an audiobook? Don't quote me on that though)).
Jaheira: Yes. Just... Unequivocally yes. Nothing more to say. The Alchemist is so accurate.
#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate 3#bg3#bg3 headcanons#astarion bg3#gale bg3#laezel bg3#wyll bg3#shadowheart bg3#halsin bg3#karlach bg3#jaheira bg3
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❦ ➷ get to know your fellow fanfic writers better ༊ ✧.*
I was tagged by @bebx and @loki-is-my-kink-awakening for this “get to know the writer” tag! Thank you! 😊
when did you post your first ever fanfic?
I believe in 2012-2013? I was around 13-14 years old, so around then anyway (my first one doesn’t exist online anymore as far as I know so I can’t double check.) it was the usual middle school fandom girl era lol. First for my current account was February of 2022!
first character you wrote for:
It would have been Rin Matsuoka from Free! Iwatobi Swim Club! Specifically him and Nitori, they were one of my fave ships in that series!
main character(s) you’re currently writing for:
Basically anyone from the Loki series but especially Loki and Mobius and Sylvie, not necessarily in that order or all together but some combo of them 💚
character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:
I haven’t written for OFMD but would really like to! I’ve had a lot of feels s2, no solid ideas yet but maybe something will spark some inspiration! Also Red White and Royal Blue! I haven’t gotten a chance to read the book yet but I watched the movie and got hooked and love those boys too 💕 so maybe one or both of them if the Loki series even temporarily gets it’s hooks out of me (with s2 though I’ve been as bad if not worse than before with my obsession so who knows lol)
And for within marvel the ship that got me into fanfic and got me to make this current ao3 account was Stucky so even though I only read for them and never wrote, they always have a place in my heart!
fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:
Also just Loki atm! But who knows for the future.
platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:
Mobius and any of the void Lokis as the best found family ever (Mobius and kid, Mobius and classic, Mobius and all of them my beloveds)
I haven’t written it recently but also wrote B-15 and Sylvie in a non romantic context and even though I think they’re also cute romantically I love them as a platonic pair and want to do more with them too! Similarly Sylvie and C-20, I wish they could have been friends if things had gone a bit differently 🥺
romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:
Lokius and Sylkius! Haven’t written any pure Sylki but who knows (I just like Mobius too much to not include him atm)
your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):
Hurt/comfort, fluff, and hugs 😂 sounds about right to me! I like some pain and crying and working through stuff but need the hugs and comfort alongside it/after it for sure.
your current platform where you post your works
AO3 is the same as my name here!
I try to post my fics links on tumblr too but don’t always remember so ao3 is always best bet if you want to read my stuff!! 😍
snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:
Right now I’m most heavily focused on a character study type fic cataloging different moments with Sylvie adapting to her McDonald’s life but specifically looking at her relationship with Jack, I think she would have such a great big sister vibe and they could learn a lot from each other 🥹
“Good job today, Sylvie,” Jack says, his lopsided smile clear even before Sylvie glances his way. He’s always got compliments and kindness at the ready, and he’s young and gentle enough that they’re always believable.
“Thanks, Jack,” she feels a smile curl onto her face. She still, even after knowing Loki and Mobius and B-15, feels like she doesn’t know how to have friends or family or any genuine connections at all. But Jack is the first in a long time to feel so real to her, to feel like a relationship she can stick with, with these new more permanent circumstances and her distance from the trauma of the TVA. She doesn’t remember what it’s like to be a sister, her memories of Thor long gone beyond the occasional glimmers in her dreams, let alone what being the older sister would be like, but this is what she suspects it is. A fierce protectiveness and gentle care, the ignoring of any silly flaws or naïveté because you just care about the person. That’s what she has for Jack, ever since he took her under his wing as an employee, she’s done the same for him as just a person.
“Mind if I stay here for a bit? My ma is going to be a few more minutes.”
Sylvie just smiles softly and scoots over on the wide hood of her truck, gesturing to the empty spot.
Jack nods rather sagely as he awkwardly hoists himself on to the hood of the truck, pushing himself up with his arms and then practically throwing himself on to it.
He pants softly as he adjusts to lay on his back a foot or two away from Sylvie, giving her another boyish grin. “Hey.”
“Very smooth, Jack,” Sylvie snorts.
“Your truck is huge! I’ve ridden in trucks before but yours is massive! I’m not sure how you even get up here, you’re shorter than me!” He laughs.
“My little secret, I guess,” Sylvie shrugs with a slight smile, returning her gaze to the inky sky, dotted with a trillion stars.
I’m excited to keep writing this, I’ve got some Lokius ideas in the works too but this one has been my focus for a few days!!
I’d love to see anyone do this that is interested but I’ll tag my usual group!!
@insert-witty-user-name-here @starport-seven-five @lgwilt @mirilyawrites @cha-melodius @chaos-monkeyy @waterhorseyblues-ao3 @blackbirdofasgard @dreamycloud @queen-of-meows
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So this is it…we’ve finished x-force. All issues done. All story lines done and all interest done. So why do I still feel like nothing happen? Was time wasted? Was it really all for nothing…
Fair warning I do ramble on for quite a long time, but it’s for good reason! Anyways…let’s begin.
Chapter 1: A Promising Start/ First Impressions
When I first stumbled into the new era of the X-men I was originally very skeptical. For someone who doesn’t have any comic book knowledge outside of a few DC and Spider man comics from the early 2000s I was expected to be lost. But then after reading a little of the new era, made by Johnathan Hickman, I was truly intrigued in what I was seeing. Sure I had questions…many of which I wouldn’t get the answers to unless I read spin off comics of the new era. Despite that I was beyond HOOKED!
When I first saw this I immediately thought back to deadpool 2 and what they did with X-Force. Now not everything as memorable in that incarnation of the team you still had colossus, deadpool, and domino. 2 of which was seen here and the last one would come a little later. Outside of that I knew a lot of these characters already:
Beast
Wolverine
Colossus
Jean Grey
Deadpool
Domino
I’ve seen all this characters at some point in my life to give the X-force branding of comics a try, and thankfully I did. Sure, I didn’t understand a lot of the context behind why certain characters acted a certain ways but I could appreciate how rare those moments were. Most of the time if I just kept reading the issues I’d understand what was going on, especially in relation to the newer characters.
Kid Omega
Omega Red
Sage
X-23
Black Tom (I think that’s his name).
The dialogue between both the old and newer characters, to me, really sold me on this new era. It got me invested with what could happen to these characters. On the side note, I don’t really see many people talking about this, but the art style of these characters are VERY COOL!!! It looked fun and expressive! I’ll show examples of why I love the art so much throughout this. It really says a lot about what your gonna read, for better or for worse.
If it wasn’t obvious at this point, I clearly haven’t read comics or even x-men comics for years. So when you hear my opinions just remember that my knowledge on certain things are fairly limited in most aspects. I. Don’t. Know. Everything. Yet I’m still enjoying what I’m reading so far, with or without connections to the past. To me that only enriched everything, not the pinnacle of my interest in this initially. Anyway…let’s continue
Chapter 2: Enjoying the concept material
In my opinion, the first couple of arcs with x-force seemed like they had promise. They had a lot of interesting stuff going on. Take this for example.
Colossus, a mutant that everyone has heard of and it known for his heroism snaps the neck of this random mutant…THAT RAISES HUGE FRICKING QUESTIONS OF YOU ASK ME! Like why is he killing people? What’s the importance of this character to him? Based on how this is drawn it looks as if he struggled to kill her even though his face doesn’t portray that, the veins on his muscles do. Speaking of the art colossus looks more cold and distant being in his metal form…and every time I saw him before he never gave me that impression. It was always more light hearted rage fulled or disappointed dad (thanks Deadpool 2), but never cold murder. a more underrated question, HOW OLD IS COLOSSUS?! I mean he has a fricken beard now…didn’t know he could grow one.
Or…what about this!
Why does Jean look so…classic and basic in her design? Compared to Wolverine and Hank she doesn’t look like she belongs there. Even though she’s going through Omega Red’s mind she seems to be the odd one out. Speak of designs why does Hank got mad scientist energy now? Wolverine…more understandable since I’m pretty sure this guys a villain. Although this looks more painful than any super hero interrogation I’ve ever seen before. This doesn’t even look like interrogation, this looks like torture.
What really caught my eye in all this was the moral ambiguity at play here. Reading early x-force a lot of that was present, and as some one who loves seeing situations within the grey area this satisfied me greatly. Look at this conversation between beast and Jean.
Now I’ll address this later, but look at the points they make. Normally the X-Men are depicted as people who want coexistence between humans and mutants, yet here Jean weights the two evils and says lying is for humans not mutants. She views that as the bones honest path for x-force than what beast did.
Although beast, surpassingly, does have a point. A lie would only suffocate the process needed to save their nation. They already have enemies who would want nothing more than to harm them, so what’s the point in letting them strategize when he can just kill then now? Why should let billions die in the future when we can kill one person now and save billions?
Do the end’s justify the means…that’s for you to decide.
As for me though I’m picking up so many mixed signals here from beast on this one. Look his eyes, their blackened, this is mostly for evil, corrupted, shady, malevolent intent. Yet there’s a sense of honesty when beast confesses his mindset here. It’s almost as if he himself doesn’t enjoy the ruthless calculus of war at affect here. He hates himself for it. He wishes he could be on Jean side and yet after experiencing so much pain and damage he doesn’t see the point in being hesitant with those who want to hurt you. For him the line was drawn when they even had a thought of hurting Krakoa. Even Jean, who has her back turned towards him, seems to be getting what he’s saying. In some way she gets it. But she doesn’t want to get it, she doesn’t want to understand his reasoning but she does.
First time I read this I was stunned! Like all this was just one panel?! Wow! I really hope this continues onward. I would love to see every character get this much depth in them!
I could go on here for ages about this stuff, but if you really read x-force this is kinda what it’s about. At least until we get towards the end…which is where I started to realize the issues in all this beauty.
Chapter 3: Problems in paradise
Remember when I talk about how much I adored the concepts of what I was seeing? How much I loved what the art brought to the table so subtlety? Well…look at this.
Do you see anything wrong with it? Probably not. And honestly I didn’t either when first viewing this.
Just colossus suspiciously murdering someone. Initially I didn’t think much of this because I thought, “hasn’t he killed before? Why put such emphasis on this one?” But look back x-men history the writers and artist always illustrate the emotional distress of colossus murdering any one. He has never taken any pleasure in doing it, and he hardly does it. So when he does do it you gotta ask, “what did that person do to deserve that response from him?”
Anyway we’re getting side tracked here. Next photo.
Do you see a problem here? Again probably nothing. Art looks great, nothing outstanding but nothing terrible either.
On to the last photo.
Did you spot the issue? No? Well, just look at the number on the top left and right side of the photos. Do you see it now? I’ll explain. The first time we see colossus arc really begin is in the 24 issue of the comic. The next time we see it is in issue number 39. The very end of the arc is issue number 46. You could argue that his arc spanned several issues in between them…I wished it played out like that. The reason why I chose these 3 photos is due to them being the only time we see the colossus arc take center stage. Now you probably asking, ‘okay so if his arc wasn’t taking center stage then what was?’
This is what was taking place:
Change in X-Force leadership
The quiet council putting colossus as a member.
Beast going rogue and wolverine in pursuit of him
Kid omega disappearing in a fight after a corrupted Cerebro goes on the loose.
Kid Omega coming back, not really a kid anymore, but he has x-force follow to the future to deal with beast.
Beast and wolverine have a massive fight.
The build up to the Fall of Next before it was officially dubbed so. And so much more.
All of this was happening alongside the colossus subplot, it’s a boring waiting game. For someone reading this for the first time it felt like watching an amazing episode air for the first time only to wait a week or two later for the next episode. (Disney plus)…
But it wasn’t a week or two long it was YEARS! Years for a plot that could have being unraveled by some common sense by professor x only for it to never happen, despite them being in the same room with each other so many times! You literally see him on the quiet council every single day and get you don’t ask how he’s doing? Especially after seeing his behavior towards his own teammates?!
To his lover at one point?!
Thematically this works…but for the viewer this feels scattered and rushed. Hell the photo on top isn’t even from X-Force it’s from Immortal X-Men! Why is his arc being stretched like this, only to have no impact on x-force directly? I get it, if we spread out colossus influence it will show the readers how big of a problem this really is. The ripple effects of you will. But when the ripple effects don’t lead anywhere for a long time, constantly put to the sidelines by other major events, and then given a mediocre finale it doesn’t increase the impact it lessens it.
Not to mention the conclusion of this arc is simply colossus killing his brother which is earned don’t get me wrong, I loved that. His brother deserved death. But the very second we see colossus again it’s with x-force as if nothing happened. I don’t even remember if we had a conversation or a look into colossus psyche after everything happened. It’s just straight to the Fall of X which is already happening by issue number 43.
This doesn’t even stop at colossus though, domino has that same issue. Being skinned alive, tortured by an forgettable villain, and having it all be undone by a res set button called resurrection just feels wrong. Makes it seem pointless…
The true tragedy by far isn’t even those characters…it’s by the series main stars of the show.
Chapter 4: Beast Agenda Finale/Shattering my expectations
So Wolverine vs Beast. Again, another great concept from X-forces writers and editors. And another disappointment. Why? Because every time we get close to the conclusion to their huge fight beast manages to slip away. This one…this one got me the most upset. I remember waiting around for ages to see the conclusion of this arc, this cover art didn’t help.
Yet, despite the lies this cover baited you with we don’t even get close to the finale of the beast saga. He runs away, and the only thing that does die in this issue is just beast many clones. Boring, and useless.
But you want to know what really left a nasty scar on me during this arc. The characterization.
Was gonna show an example but I reached the picture limit…didn’t even know there was one.
Anyway, what I mean is characters don’t talk naturally. It’s always it either drive forward the conflict or to build up the conflict. There’s rarely any moments we’re characters just talk about what’s going on in their lives. It’s just moment to moment action. Feels lifeless.
Going back to beast, after reading what people think of this version of beast…I see where your coming from I truly do, but I love this version of beast. He’s actually the incarnation that got me interested in every other version of the character because his actions had context and if you had the context it would enrich the actions of this character. It wasn’t required but you were rewarded for doing so. Despite his very obvious flaws he has a point in a some of what he does. Or at least there’s an external reason that tragic on why he feels the need to do this. As explained with the Jean and Hank conversation I’d like to think the reason why Hank is fighting so hard for this country is because everyone saw what happened to Genosha! No one wants their homes to be destroyed by those who hate them the most. Not even that but it shows how broken Hank truly is from everything…that’s depressing yet intriguing to read.
And I wished this version of the character was treated with the same respect as the other incarnations and not given a shitty finale. A finale that completely reboots his character and pretty much states to the readers that we as the writers are done with this character and all that hyped up facade was worth nothing…no redemption and no future. It just hurts…and as I go back into the past to see better conclusions for this character I fear this version of the character could fall future and future down the rabbit hole.
This is why I hate reboots.
Last thing I want to say on this character is the art. What. The F@$&. Happened.
Beast (Prime), as he is referred to now, looks the exact same as the one in the past. For anyone thematic reason this could have, all I get from this is laziness. From an artist and thematic lens’s they should be different. If they had made them both different it would hit home how time has really change these characters. But since they look the same I guess that nuance also doesn’t mean anything. The art used to be diverse and fun while also being serious and dark. Now it’s just flare and boring not to mention lifeless. It’s just another pointless experiment for a pointless finale.
Anyway, thanks for reading this very long post, took me about 4 hours to finish this. Had a lot to say obviously 😂. Hope this gets you to understand how I feel about this whole thing, anyways thanks for reading and take care! Oh and if you want a better deep dive into the personality of both beast go to @positivelybeastly he does a wonderful job on that front.
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Good Trouble on The Lake
Pairing: kid!Ray Stantz/kid!Egon Spengler
Summary: Ray Stantz was always great at making friends! So great, he got Egon Spengler out of his shell. Enough to almost die in the woods, anyway.
Sorry this one is kinda long 😣
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It’s a fairly uneventful afternoon in the Ghostbusters’ headquarters. Winston and Peter volunteered a supermarket run (dish soap, paper towels, miscellaneous snacks) in order to escape how slow the morning was, and somehow, someway, Raymond Stantz didn’t have a thing to do.
Miraculously, Egon Spengler was also overtaken by the monotony of the day, and by the grace of some god, was actually taking a break. For the first time in Ray’s life, he sits along as his friend studies a newspaper, rather than a manual. Ray can’t blame him, as he attempts to read a classic paranormal novel, though he’s really just rereading the same sentence and thinking of nothing while laying on the couch.
“Ray,” Egon breaks the silence, tone as interested as the scientist can express, “it says here that they’re looking to close Camp Little Tupper.” Ray’s brows shoot up. He could almost laugh at hearing the abysmal name again, if it wasn’t under such sad circumstances.
“No way!” He moves to sit up, this news now much more interesting than his book. “Gosh, I can remember that place like it was yesterday. Swimming, building robots…”
“Mosquito bites, swirlies…”
“Stargazing! Math-a-tho-”
“Food poisoning. You almost killing me.”
Ray scoffs. “Not true at all! Those were just inconveniences. You turned out great, Eges.” Egon was technically right. He definitely could’ve died that day, but the memory brings an even bigger smile to Ray’s face, and by the look of Egon’s slightly elevated eyebrows, he was equally as bemused. “It was fun, huh?”
“I must concede, had I never gone, we may have never developed such a long term partnership.” Gee, Egon really knew how to misconstrue the word “friendship”.
“You’re very welcome! We’ve gotta go back before they shut the doors- we never found the Tupper Banshee.” Ray’s eyes nearly sparkle as he thinks about all the possibilities; studying such a solid entity, upgrading their tech, and revisiting old memories with an even older friend. Nothing sounds better on such a dull day, really. “Why’re they closing, anyway?” He adds curiously.
Egon’s eyes scan multiple paragraphs, multiple pages, but he can’t find an answer. “Nothing so far, but if anything I’d bet it would be the terrible environmental impact.” Ray just snorts, thinking back to everything that happened to him the second, and final, summer he spent there.
It was a warm summer sometime in the 60s, and Ray’s parents had just dropped him off out of the city and into the woods for his second year at Camp Little Tupper. Though it was a combined science and athletics camp (he found this out his first day his year prior), he always felt very excited to indulge in the hobby he was passionate about. He was a bit of a camping connoisseur, much to his Mid-Western parents’ delight, after many years of camping out with them in almost any suitable woodland area accessible by car. He fondly remembers going back to Camp Wacanda every summer, but that was with family, it was time for him to be a little independent and freely geeky.
So, he pleaded and begged his parents to enroll him , “ They do experiments! I’ll never mix stuff in the shed ever again!” , until they finally gave in to his sad eyes and relentless reminders. He loved his first year so much, though he had to share the space with some less-than-academic-types, and his parents were willing to see him off again if it meant he’d smile that long again.
As he carried all his belongings through the woods, in a group of other boys around 11 and 12 like he was at the time, he felt unbelievably giddy at the sight of the cabin he’d already spent time in. They were let in, but upon his entry he frowned to see that almost every bed was taken, top bunk as well as bottom. He suddenly felt smaller, anxiety betraying the months worth of anticipation as he carried his backpack close to his chest, looking around for a free spot.
On the top bunk of a bed in the very back, a small boy sat cross legged, unpacked and already reading to escape the loud noises of his roommates. Ray’s excitement returned, and he didn’t question it as he approached him eagerly. The unknown boy had dark, curly hair, cut only a little from falling below his large ears, and a pretty untamable fringe. His glasses were thick, and almost comically big for his face, almost like his clothes- a short sleeve button up (pocket protector included! And Ray thought he was nerdy) tucked into khaki shorts. His face was unamused, but Ray was not deterred as he looked up at the kid.
“Hi! I’m Raymond. But call me Ray.” He beams. The kid just stares down at him, then suddenly speaks, as if he forgot that introductions typically elicit responses.
“Egon Spengler.”
Ray can only chuckle, hanging off the other boy’s bunk with his forearms while his feet graze the ground. Maybe he was invading his space, but excitement will do that to you. “That’s a funny name. But it’s ok. My grandma says a unique name means a unique person.” The boy stares at him for a second more, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly if you looked impossibly close enough. “Sure,” is all he responds with.
Ray sheds his heavy bags on the bunk below him. “Is this your first time here? What made you wanna come? Not that you’re not welcome,” he unconsciously rambles as he digs into his cargo shorts for something he can’t yet find.
The other boy, Egon, seems to have eased into conversation slightly more. “My parents thought I needed more enrichment. The Royal Society doesn’t take summer students, so our Rabbi suggested,” he looks over his glasses, nose scrunching ever so slightly as he takes in the cabin around him. It was undeniably full of bodies, and boys (regardless of social standing, nerd or jock) will continue to be chimps, tossing things around and roughhousing. “This place.”
Ray laughs at that. Egon disregards his book, as he notices Ray has no intention of staying quiet for too long. He’s still digging in his shorts, though. “I bet your siblings are green knowing you get to spend the summer in such a cool place,” he laughs to himself.
Egon’s brow quirks once, quickly. “I only have a twin. He’s in Yosemite, studying ecology under a ranger.”
“Man. Guess you’re happy to be away from him.”
“I am incredibly jealous and I’d give anything to trade places.”
Ah. “Well, the black bears at Yosemite can’t have smores.”
Egon’s legs are draped over the edge of the bunk now. “No bear can have a smore. They don’t have thumbs.”
Ray’s taken to scouring through his backpack instead. Where did that thing sneak off to? “I only have a sister. But we live in a big house with our cousins! Aunts and uncles and lots of babies and a bigggggg St. Bernard.” Ray can’t help but feel a little homesick, even if his sister was happy to see him go. It was a house full of people who all loved each other, at the end of the day.
“That sounds abysmal,” was all Ray heard as he finally, finally found what he was looking for. He pulls out 2 Now and Laters like they’re the holy grail- which, to 2 11-year-olds, they are. To this day, he swears he can see a twinkle behind his new friend’s eyes. Egon slips down from the bunk, oddly industrial boots hitting the wooden floor.
The boys are called outside to start the festivities. “My dad told me to share with a new friend,” he smiles gently as Egon silently unwraps the candy. “And if we’re friends, you hafta help me take apart some smoke detectors.” Egon had no protests.
This was the start of their “partnership”. Life at camp was everything a nerdy kid could dream of, on a fairly low budget. Life and potential surrounded them, afterall. Of course, they were mandated at least one session of physical activity, much to Egon’s dismay. They were only excused when Egon threw up on the sidelines of a flag football game, and Ray joined him because “it gave them more time to finish Dune”. Though, he always snuck off to join baseball games, and Egon just filled him in on what Paul did before bed.
Once, at lunch, Ray couldn’t help but stare at his friend. In the past few weeks, it was like his hair grew this way overnight. Instead of being cut before it could touch his neck, it was round and untamable and long, his ears full on disappearing and his fringe touching his glasses. Of course, many boys grew their hair out while they were away-there was a barber readily available, but he cut way too close to the head so many just bore with the added weight. But a style of these proportions? Uncharacteristic and NOT Egon. But, to be scared of a haircut? Very Egon.
“Hey, Egon,” he starts. He picks off the lettuce and tomato from his sandwich, passing them to the boy on his side, whose nose is in a book as he adds the vegetables to his own and passes the meat and cheese to Ray in return. “Are you too scared to get your haircut?” He asks, in the middle of a bite.
Egon bookmarks the page. “Not necessarily. This is my own personal rebellion- my mother sent me away to a summer camp, I’m trying to test the extent of her anger if I come back-”
“Looking like curly Led Zeppelin?”
“...yes.”
“D’you think she’ll be mad? Like, spanking mad?”
Egon sighs slightly. “Enough to drive her to spit. I’m terrified.”
Ray touches his friend’s shoulder sympathetically. “Hey, it’s an experiment! She’ll get over it.”
Egon doesn’t say anything. He opens his book again, thinking over the new perspective.
Activities in camp were fun. But the two boys found themselves criminally bored. So they made a few adjustments to the experiments. It started small, no one knew it was them; a few cleaning products taken from the supply closets, of course they don’t know who’s baking soda volcano melted a hole into the metal table. The nails holding the swings together suddenly missing as the pair coincidentally had the material to make copper wiring.
But they got ambitious, and a little sloppy. It was dark out, while every other camper was by the lake, Egon and Ray opting to take care of the wild platypus they’d let into their living space. She resisted eating the leftover snacks and sleeping soundly in the crafty pile of blankets Ray left under his bed, him and Egon huddled in fear on Egon’s bed as their new pet ravaged the cabin. Just then, the door handle clicked open.
Ray grumbled as they were locked inside, forced to clean up the items desecrated by the animal he thought was his friend. Beside him, almost straining to hear, he heard a small sniffle.
Egon was facing away from him, fistfuls of pillow stuffing trembling ever so slightly. Ray frowned. Egon never cried, not even when their kayak drifted out from the other boys’, and they were floating away. With no food. As it rained. In mosquito breeding territory. While Egon was in day clothes because he was terrified of water and refused to swim. He made a resolve.
“Don’t cry, Eges! It’s like you’ve never been hollered at before,” he tried joking to alleviate the mood. Egon only turned to look over his shoulder, his face chagrin and his eyes just barely glossy, lips threatening to break out in sobs had he had a little less pride.
“Hey.” Ray slid into a spot on the scratched up, dusty floor next to him. “You wanna know what the ladies in my family say?” He can remember his mother repeating these words when he would cry for minutes on end over small things, like when Bambi was all alone in the forest, or his sister was out on his bike without asking. Egon didn’t say anything, but kept on peering at Ray through the gap between his frames, a sign to keep talking.
“They all say: ‘Raymond, did anyone die? Is anyone hurt? Will the sun come up tomorrow?” Egon looks at him incredulously, unamused by the teachings of Heartland mothers. Ray keeps going.
“Egon, did anyone die?”
“Egon, was anyone hurt?”
“The camp ranger when Maria Skłodowska-Curie scratched him.”
“Egon, will the sun come up tomorrow?” No tangible response.
Ray unconsciously moves a little closer, scraped and dirty knee brushing Egon’s slightly cleaner one. Egon would be damned if he didn’t notice, but what to make of it was hard. Ray was always moving, like a motor that never knew when it ran out of gas. It was different from other boys their age, he wasn’t ever trying to fulfill the societal pressure to be physical, or whatever the reason young boys felt the need to wrestle or hit or roughhouse. It was almost like he was…searching for stimuli. Egon actively avoided it, he knew what limited things he enjoyed and he stuck to those things. But being here, with Ray, challenged him. He was a constant, but a chaotic one. Egon was puzzled, and whether his face grew warm because of these discoveries, coming down from almost crying, or an unknown 3rd thing, he couldn’t deduce.
“My mom says there’s bad trouble. That’s stuff you can’t fix easy, like hurt feelings or broken windows.” Ray tries as hard to be as smart as his mom, as insightful. As open and caring. Egon sees it, and he’s never met the woman.
‘But there’s good trouble too,” Ray grins, sickening optimism breaking through again. “Scientists make good trouble. It’s stuff that works out. Like making a mess when you make the girl down the street cookies.” Egon lets out an amused puff of air through his nose.
“Or,” Ray interjects, scared of alienating his friend with the analogy for whatever reason, “growing your hair out despite your mom not wanting you to.” His smile was knowing as he dipped his head into Egon’s space. He quickly sat up a little straighter. “Because- uh, it looks nice! I wish my hair was curly like that, my sister says I’ll be bald by 20. Not that bald isn't cool! Sigmund Freud was bald…A lot of…Jewish guys…are bald…” He almost whispered, his mouth snapping shut. Raymond Stantz never whispered, maybe a stage whisper if the situation was dire. He toyed with the sand in between floorboards, head down.
Egon could only breathe out a laugh, shaking his head slightly as he stuffed a ruined pillowcase into a trash bag. “Good trouble.”
He doesn’t feel 12 right now. And he’s sure Ray doesn’t either.
So days of good trouble followed them, and in turn they spent most of their time “grounded”, locked in their bunk for entire days while their cabin mates were free. The first day was a little rough, Ray watched on as his friends excavated fake Egyptian artifacts, hands on the glass almost comically as Egon sat, reading. They both agreed their jailing was uncalled for, and that some teenagers couldn’t really “ground them”, so with Egon sputtering under Ray’s 12 year old weight, they clammored out the bathroom window and into the woods.
They were able to conduct their experiments, test any hypothesis that arises, away from everyone else. They searched for ancient ruins, tried carbon dating rocks (to no avail) and built god knows what out of any metal and scrap they could find. They were back every night, findings scrawled in a notebook and supplies haphazardly tucked under Ray’s bunk.
This wasn’t a foolproof way of operating, and they would get caught with a soldering iron or thermos of motor oil every now and then, and then days stuck in the cabin became more and more common. For whatever reason, no counselor thought to lock the windows.
Miraculously, they had streaks of good behavior. And they were allowed to sit at campfires with the other boys, though they were stared like criminals until the stories at hand caught campwide attention.
A counselor leaned in close to the fire, fingers wiggling and voice dark as he recalled the stories of spirits trapped in bathrooms, eternally tethered to the lake. The other boys refused to believe him, partly because all the ghosts he spoke of were girls, partly because “ghosts weren’t science”. Both Ray and Egon went back to their cabin early, and silently, smores in hand.
Egon sat on his bed, as always, reading a book, but not the same, thick one with worn pages Ray had gotten used to seeing but never asking about. His head appears in the corner of Egon’s vision, climbing onto his bunk. He simply moves his legs to make room, finding himself not minding how his blanket will wrinkle and smell like Ray.
“I have to tell you something.”
Egon blinks once, eyes widening. He sighs, reaching behind his pillow for a pen and notepad. “This was bound to happen eventually. When did it start?”
“A few years ago, why?”
Egon blinked again, discarding the notes. “We’re thinking of different things.”
“I’m talking about…me believing in ghosts!” He lets it spill out like a rotten secret. He can tell that such a smart guy like Egon would just laugh in his face at the thought, but he can’t hold it in anymore. Ghosts were his thing! They’ve been his thing forever- supplied by an endless trove of paranormal books at his disposal at the bookstore his mother worked at, and summers spent in the deep history of the semi-rural United States. He was 100% a believer, from the dead opossum his neighbor is convinced haunts her basement to ancient demons to aliens watching over him every night. Ghosts, and how to see them, were always running through his mind. It was why he wanted to pursue science, not just because machines were his first love, but because with every discovery he poured over he was closer to making contact.
“Do you…think they’re real?” Ray’s heart beat in his ears, his friend’s expression unreadable.
“Duh.”
Ray could hit the ceiling then and there. His nervousness dissipated as he smiled, hard, probably the hardest he had smiled since June, not when he got an old microscope to work with Egon’s help or he found a way to get steady radio signals, but now. He lept of the bed with fervor, so much so that Egon scrambled after him for fear of his knees buckling. Unscathed, he ducked under his bunk and felt around for something. He emerged with a large, worn out pillow case.
Dumping its contents onto the ground, they tons of were old paranormal journals, ghost stories, photo albums. Egon wondered if this was what Christmas felt like. Breaking out of his stupor, he found his bag tucked neatly in a hidden corner, and took out 3 books. Each had a library sticker, a testament to how little freedom he had to indulge in his interests.
“Part of the reason I came here was to test its psychokinetic energy,” He explained, “my parents would eviscerate me if they found out.”
Ray could jump for joy right then and there. For seemed like hours, probably 30 minutes, they indulged themselves in stories, theories, methods. For once, despite his easily made friends and large family, Ray felt seen on a new (and intellectual) level. For once, in light of his quiet life and authoritative family, Egon felt like fate, and being destined to meet someone, was real.
They ended up sprawled out on the floor, books open around them, plans for this machine and that computer drawn out. “Have you read about the Banshee of Tupper Lake?” He offered suspensefully. Egon didn’t speak his answer, his eyes conveying his interest as he turned his head to his friend.
Ray lifted his hands in the air, almost painting the story he’d read in “Old Tales of Old Spooks in The NorthEast”. “In 1872, peak ghost season, there was a town out here, on the very soil we’re sleeping on! It was sizable, a few hundred, but they were all mormons. I know! Mormons, all the way in New York? Anyway, it’s said they’re only here because someone, or some thing chased them out of Pennsylvania. In the summer of 72, 1872 that is, women were going mad. Running into the lake, screaming mad. The town became mostly men, and they had no choice to marry what girls were left. One night, during the world’s awkwardest wedding, one of the mad women named Mary Crocket rose out the water, rotted body and all, proclaiming that the next man to marry off a little girl was gonna turn up drowned the next day.”
Egon stared at the ceiling, as if Ray’s words were projecting the very moment above the pair. He turned back. “Fascinating. And progressive for Victorian era Mormons.”
No words were passed between them for what felt like forever.
“We gotta see her”
“Absolutely.”
That was easier said than done, as they waited weeks for the right time. They conducted smaller experiments, like testing each other every day for psychic powers, though their results were never favorable. Ray noted that he would need to find…maybe a tarot reader or a really skilled psychologist to help with this part of their study. They tried communicating with the 50 year old statue that greeted campers on their way in, but they never got a response. Ray tinkered with Egon’s fairly primitive PKE meter fashioned out an old radio, and promised that if he ever wanted to visit his house when summer ended, he’d get him the proper electronic additions for a proper reading. In the process, they were “grounded” more days out of the week than otherwise.
One morning, the day Ray proposed would have the best conditions (humidity, camp taking a hike all the way down the opposite side of the lake, insect activity), the boys sat on, watching everyone else prepare for their trek.
“You delinquents better enjoy yourselves here, and think long and hard about what you’ve done. Joey, grab your bug spray.” Ray didn’t think he was deserving of being talked down to by a 16 year old with red hair, tube socks, and braces, but there he was.
The cabin cleared out, and as soon as they disappeared on the horizon, Ray jumped up, grabbing his emergency camera (which he borrowed without telling his mom) and his bag, full of everything they’d need. He offered Egon his rain boots and coat, but he was proud to turn around and see his friend was already well equipped. Crossing along the bank of the river, Ray proposes it would be easier to find her place of death if they went through a shortcut in the trees, and as he started to disappear in the flora, Egon didn’t have much of a chance to protest.
Not only was it humid, but it was hot. Peak heat in the last few weeks of August beat down onto Egon’s head, and he was reconsidering having grown his thick hair out this much as it felt like a weight rather than an act of autonomy. Mosquitos and sharp, untamed grass grazed his ankles like barbs, and he sweat profusely under his raincoat. This was the price of science, however, what if she wanted them to follow her into the lake? He wouldn’t do it, but he wasn’t messing up a good shirt. Ray, somehow, didn’t complain once, though sweat and condensation was visible on his skin as he panted, still smiling.
Ray stopped, and Egon followed suit as he looked around. Ray didn’t say anything as he pulled out his copy of “Old Tales” for cross referencing, and Egon took the opportunity to relax. He bent over a bit, catching his breath, until he felt something brush his cheek. Unmoving, he could hear the buzz of a bee, and suddenly, the pinch and surge of venom.
“Raymond”
“Huh?”
“Reach in my bag and grab my epipen.” Egon eased himself to the ground, staying calm.
Ray’s eyes widen as big as saucers. “You got stung?” He asks, a fairly dumb question, as he drops his book.
“Grab my epipen.”
“Oh, oh geez. You’re not gonna die , right Eges?” Ray stutters, wringing his hands. Oh god, his face was turning red.
“Not if you get my epipen.”
“You're…gonna die…” Ray teared up at the thought, before full on weeping.
“RAY! Get my epipen.” Egon could feel his eyes swelling shut. It was a little harder to breathe as he panicked himself.
“And…you’ll never get to see my radium collection or my dog…” He blubbered into his hands.
“PUT THE NEEDLE IN MY LEG!”
Ray shuffled over at the worst time to be shuffling, digging into his friend's bag and pulling out things that were clearly not an epipen. “Is this it?” He sniffled, words barely intelligible as he held up a regular, ballpoint pen.
‘It’s an orange box with the words ‘Epipen’.” Ray recovered it, hands shaking.
“Take it out, pull the cap off..” Ray’s face was wet with tears and snot.
“Stab it into my leg. Fast.” Egon took in a hiss of air as he braced for a pain that would never come.
Ray’s pupils shrunk. He wailed, leaning against Egon’s slowly asphyxiating and swollen body, going on about having to hurt him and losing his best friend. It would’ve touched Egon, if he still had the ability to see and feel his tongue. He wouldn’t mind dying here, if it was next to Ray- at least there was a chance of haunting the boy until he went insane. He could visit Einstein, compare notes. Tea with Louis Pasteur ought to be interesting.
His thoughts of passing on, unlike Ray’s crying, ceased as he heard many different footsteps approaching, and commotion as his leg was punctured by the anti-venom.
Their time at camp was, to say the least, cut short. Egon spent 2 days in hospital to monitor his reaction. His parents were silent the entire visit, not commenting on his hair or the fact he was ghosthunting when he almost died. To make things worse, his father smiled when addressed by a nurse. He knew he was in for it when he was discharged. Maybe a year of cleaning the chimney? Swimming lessons? He shuddered at the thought.
All wasn’t lost, surprisingly. Ray’s parents apologized about 100 times to the Spenglers, promising that “Ray was a smart boy who makes dumb decisions” and “he gets it from his father’s side” . He felt oddly at ease at seeing Mrs. Stantz, a strong-looking, full figured woman with short blond hair, green eyes, and wrinkles around her red lipstick and warm eyes from smiling, grabbing his hand and doting on him more than his nurses. Mr. Stantz was tall, and had a short beard, hair slightly red, and looked just as strong as his wife, eyes equally as kind as voice as boisterous, as Egon always thought a dad should be. He felt safe when the man asked him “how ya holdin’ up, buddy?” Hm. Many developments to be taken away here.
To his displeasure, he got the least amount of time with Ray. He was hidden behind his mother’s back in guilt, until he worked up the courage to apologize, taking to crying again as he threw himself onto Egon in a tight hug.
He blinks a few times as the boy tears stain the collar of his hospital gown. “Ray, did anyone die?” Ray weakly laughed against his friend.
They spent the rest of their time going over the piles of research they conducted, mishap not taking away their zeal to study their shared field of interest. Ray had even brought his own copy of “Tobin’s Spirit Guide”, gifting it to Egon because he knew his borrowed books would have to be relinquished soon. He even traded addresses, so they could continue to write. Soon enough, hospital staff were ushering them out, but not before the Stantz family left behind gifts of pie, bean chili, fried chicken, cinnamon rolls, and even more pie. Egon waited until his parents were gone before he ravished the containers.
Upon their return home, both boys were justly punished. Egon’s worst nightmares got even more hellish- he was put into dance classes. Ray was kicked out the camp for life as if he’d lose sleep over it past age 14 (he lost an hour or two every few months) and he took up doing every family member’s chores until his parents thought he’d learned a lesson. It got better though, especially when letters with Einstein stamps appeared in his mail. He tried to continue fulfilling his need to be outdoors by signing up for boy scouts, “there is absolutely no way anyone can get hurt here, mom” and wrote to Egon urging him to join as well, only getting a full sheet of paper with the word “No.” His loss, he lost 5 cents. Ray was kicked out in the winter for, again, stealing smoke alarms from his scout leader’s house and taking their Americium.
“I found it, Ray,” Egon tilts the paper in his friend’s direction.
“Alleged ghost sightings along the lakeshore.” The alarm goes off just then, as Janine leans over the staircase to fill them in.
“Some camp up North saw a lady crawling out the lake.”
#ray stantz#egon spengler#ray stantz/egon spengler#stantzler#ghostbusters#ghostbusters 1984#old men yaoi#fanfic#one shot#fluff#au
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Diary of a Hawkins Hussy: A Stranger Things x Reader Anthology
Diary Entry #4: Eddie Munson
Warnings: swearing, smut, smoking, fingering, oral sex, protected sex, heavy kissing/groping, multiple orgasms, light squirting, rough sex, use of handcuffs, praise/degradation, overstimulation, light crying, dirty talk, brief LGBTQ+ references
June 5th, 1984
Dear diary,
After over a month of non-stop paperwork and interviews, among other things, I have finally gotten the hang of running Waxed Out 100% on my own. I have hired a couple kids to work below me, and they are exactly what I was looking for. There's Alex, a bright young boy who is obsessed with rock n' roll. He can tell you every band member, the instruments they play, stories behind their songs/albums, etc. He's like a living encyclopedia. I also hired a girl named Julie, who reminds me of a younger version of myself. She's very well-versed in most genres, and she has the most primo picks when it comes to playing music in the store. We're the dream team, us three. They're very respectful and eager to learn, and Icouldn't be happier with them as employees.
Despite figuring my shit out at work, however, a certain old flame of mine has quickly moved on to dating someone else I happen to have previously slept with. I don't want to go into detail about that, though. It's honestly too painful. It's bad enough to see them out together, kissing and giggling the way they used to with me. But it's for the best, and I can surely find someone else to date or fuck quite easily.
Moving on to more amusingthings, I happened to catch a sneaky little shoplifter today. Well, more like I caught him before he could even manage to take anything...
You're sitting on the stool behind the counter, reading another one of your novels as usual on a slow afternoon. Alex has just left for the day, so you're on your own until closing time. You don't mind it, you like the quiet. Alex, despite his great work ethic and extensive musical knowledge, can be quite the chatterbox. It's a bit tedious at times, though you'd never say so. He's only sixteen, and he's a nice kid. You would never hurt his feelings.
The bell above the door tinkles, and you barely look up from your book to see a somewhat familiar face. An older boy, with brown, curly hair that goes just past his chin, full lips, and slightly oversized brown eyes. He's dressed in dark-colored jeans held up with a belt bearing a buckle in the shape of handcuffs, with a Metallica t-shirt and a battle vest loaded with various patches up top. Weathered converse adorn his feet, classic black with that iconic star logo on the outer side. He looks like the typical kid you see in here, browsing around for the latest rebellious sound.
His eyes meet yours for a moment, before quickly darting away. Perhaps he's shy, which is your first thought. But he moves oddly around the store, seemingly trying to find the most obscured view from where you sit. A thief, huh?, you think to yourself. These dumbass kids always think they're so slick. But they're not slick enough for you. You watch him closely, flicking your pupils up from your novel in a subtle way. He keeps looking back at you to see if you're paying attention, so you have to let him think you're none the wiser. He settles on the heavy metal section of cassette tapes. Small, easy to stow away in pants pockets, makes sense he'd try that. But before he can even lift a finger to touch the tape he's got his eye on, you speak up.
"If you even think of stealing from me, I'll have you on the floor in three seconds flat." You say sternly, making him freeze in place. He's unsure what to do. Should he try to take the tape and run? Or stay put until you ream him for attempting to steal? "Come here, kid." You order him over, marking your place and setting your novel down on the counter. The kid turns around, looking absolutely terrified. He shuffles over to you, shame playing about his fearful face. He doesn't look at you, his eyes trained on the floor until he meets the counter. "What's your name?" You ask. At first he doesn't answer, shaking his head. You sigh, rolling your eyes. "I'm not gonna call the cops. I just want to talk to you." You say calmly, which seems to relax him a little. He raises his head, and swallows hard.
"Eddie." He almost mumbles, picking at his fingers anxiously.
"What?" You ask, having not fully heard him.
"My name, is Eddie." He repeats himself, speaking more clearly now.
"Alright, Eddie. How old are you?" You continue to question him, noting how much he's shaking.
"E-Eighteen." Eddie stutters, which you can't help finding a little bit cute. If he hadn't been trying to take something without paying, you'd say he's pretty easy on the eyes altogether.
"Okay. You mind telling me what you were after over there?" You figure there's no need to spend much time berating him for such a petty crime. There must be a reason he wanted...something over there. And you can't bear to quash anyone's passion for music, not even in this instance.
"Um...Defenders of The Faith." Eddie blurts, wondering why you're even asking.
"Judas Priest, huh?" You say with a light laugh, taking a closer look at his patches now. Motörhead, Iron Maiden, Megadeth. Yep, it's just as you suspected. He's a full-blown metalhead.
"You know them?" He asks curiously.
"I know I don't look it, Eddie. But I'm quite familiar with metal music. Well, all music, really. I can't manage this store without the musical knowledge to back it up, you know." You chuckle, watching his eyes widen in awe of you. He appears to find you extremely cool in this moment. How cute.
"Sorry. I swear, I didn't mean anything by that." Eddie apologizes, though you understand perfectly what he meant.
"It's alright. I'm not offended." You giggle, making him laugh gently as well. He's got a nice laugh, you could definitely stand to hear it quite often.
"You do look a little young to be running this shop all by yourself, though." He says, finding it a bit strange that such a young, beautiful woman like yourself would be working in a dusty old store like this.
"You could say that. I'm nineteen, getting close to twenty, if you must know." You reply, and he smiles a little wider at your response. "What?" You ask, wondering why he's so happy about that.
"Nothing. You're just...really pretty." He says bashfully, his cheeks turning red. "A-And it's impressive that you run this place all by yourself." He adds, hoping he's not insulting you by focusing on your looks.
"Well, Eddie, I'm very flattered. And, lucky for you, flattery works with me." You say lowly, giving him a certain look with your eyes that only deepens the crimson on his flesh. "How 'bout this: you bring that tape you want over here, and I'll give it to you on the house? Hm?" You offer.
"Really?" Eddie asks in disbelief. Just a few minutes ago, you were ready to tackle him to the floor for shoplifting. And now, you're going to let him have that coveted album for his collection for free?
"Yeah. You seem nice enough, and you've got good taste." You smile and shrug. He nods his head, and practically skips over to the section to retrieve the tape. He sets it on the counter, and you ring it in and bag it up for him. You write down the price for later, you'll pay it out of your own pocket at the end of the day. "Here you go. And one more thing, Eddie. If you want to shop here, please bring money next time?"
"Yeah, I will. And I'm sorry for trying to steal from you...Y/N." He says apologetically, reading your name from your tag as you hadn't told it to him yourself.
"It's alright. I used to have sticky fingers, too, once upon a time." You grin, reminiscing on your high school days of snatching the occasional pack of gum or tube of lipstick when you were bored. "Well, I dunno about you, but I've got a novel to get back to." You say, interrupting your own nostalgic daydreaming.
"Oh, right. I'd better get goin' anyway." Eddie adds awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "But it was nice to meet you, Y/N. Thanks for the tape, and for not calling the cops." He laughs, picking up the small paper bag in his hands.
"No problem, Eddie. I'm sure I'll see you around. Let me know how that tape suits you when you come in again. I'd love to hear your thoughts." You say cooly, and he nods in response. He backs away from the counter, clumsily bumping into the record shelving. You can't help giggling a little at his misstep, it's quite obvious that he finds you attractive.
"Shit." He mutters under his breath, blushing again at his clumsiness. He gives you a weak laugh and smile, before turning around and running out of the store in embarrassment. You watch him step out onto the street, and laugh a little harder at his palm smacking against his forehead as he scolds himself.
June 8th, 1984
Dear diary,
Eddie stopped by again, and we talked at length about the album I let him walk away with. We discussed our favorite tracks, mine being "Love Bites", and his choice, "Eat Me Alive". The whole thing is extremely solid, not to mention rather sexy, in a very aggressive way. But that's the way I like it. As does Eddie, I would imagine. He kind of danced around that subject as much as he could, though. I don't blame him, it's not exactly comfortable to talk in detail about sex to someone you've just met (and totally have a crush on).But we're definitely sharing a vibe, there's no doubt about that.
Our conversation ventured to other areas, like other bands in the genre. Metallica is a big-time favorite for him. I'm more of a Sabbath girl, myself, but there's not much to dislike within that whole scene. It felt like we talked for hours, while also not being nearly enough time before I got a bit of a rush in the store. I recommended some new stuff for Eddie to try, which he didn'twaste a second in purchasing when I had to get back to work. He hadn't heard of Dokken before, which was a real shame, in my opinion. They're a little more glam than the stuff Eddie seems to like, but I have a feeling he'll enjoy them. If I've read him as well as I think I have, that is. I can't wait to hear what he thinks, he's a highly stimulating conversation partner.
June 11th, 1984
Dear diary,
My little wannabe thief returned again today. He absolutely devoured Tooth and Claw, which I was hoping he would. He said he played it over and over, really listening to the words, while also thinking about me. In what manner that was, I have no idea. He kind of froze up for a second after he said that, like he had never meant to tell me such a thing. It was really cute, though. Ugh, the way his cheeks went all red, and his breath got stuck in his throat... It was a beautiful sight.
He hung around for a while, I'd have a mind to call it loitering if Ididn't like him so much. But it's honestly really nice to have him around, he's far more entertaining than the novels I keep burning through every day. He's smart, and funny, and a total nerd on top of all that. He absolutely will not shut up about Lord of the Rings and Dungeons & Dragons, not that I'd ever want him to. Eddie's so passionate when he speaks, he's mesmerizing to watch. And Ican't help resting my head in my hand as I dreamily observe him going on and on about anything and everything.
I'd very much like to hang out with him outside of work sometime. But hell if I know if that's something he'd be interested in. I mean, Iknow we like each other. But he's sort of shy at times, and I'd hate to drive him into his shell if I push him too far. I think it's probably best to wait for him to make that move, if that's what he wants. I don't want him to stop coming in, and Idon't want to lose the nice talks we have at the shop. Eddie brightens my day every timeI see him, making the ones where he doesn't pop in feel gloomy in comparison.
June 15th, 1984
Dear diary,
It's been a few days since I've seen Eddie. It's not a huge deal, but it's like I've said before, I really enjoy being around him. I can't help my head snapping up to see if he's the one walking in the door every time that damn bell rings. But of course, it hasn't been him yet. In the meantime, I replay the conversations we've had on repeat in my mind, remembering how perfect his plush lips look when he talks. Or the way his eyes almost never leave mine when he's listening to me, those large pools of luscious chocolate that I could get lost in for hours. Or the lines that indent his gorgeous face whenever he smiles or scrunches his nose. I've got it bad, diary. I want this ridiculous, charming, handsome young man, to a point where I'm seriously questioning my sanity.
June 18th, 1984
Dear diary,
Just when I was starting to get worried that I'd never see my new acquaintance again, he showed up at the perfect time. My heart almost exploded when I saw his face, and I had to keep myself from going all giddy when he sidled up to the counter...
"Hey there, long-time no-see, Eddie. What have you been getting up to?" You chirp as Eddie comes right over to you.
"Uh, not much. Just been tryin' to talk my uncle into letting me get my GED instead of repeating senior year." He speaks casually, giving you a warm smile. "How's the store goin'?" He leans over the counter on his forearms, getting very comfortable in your personal space.
"The shop's been alright, nothing unusual. It's been missing you, though, I suppose." You reply, feeling your cheeks heat up at how close he is. He's gotten this close before, but it feels different today. Maybe it's because he's been away so long, and you've been thinking about him almost every second in his absence.
"Aw, you missed me? That's sweet." Eddie teases, making you roll your eyes. "Relax, Y/N. I missed you, too. I kept thinking about the next time I'd be able to come in here and be a pain in your ass." He says playfully, leaning even further towards you. For a brief moment, you're almost within kissing distance. That is, until Eddie loses his balance and almost slips onto the floor. He backs off to reorient himself, giving you a small glare when you giggle at his clumsiness.
"You can come back here if you want. Might keep you from falling on your ass." You offer, you figure there's no harm in it. He's not going to steal from you, and you're stuck in yet another snail-paced day in terms of business.
"Cool, thanks." He grins, practically scurrying around the counter to join you in the employee area. He hops up to sit on the edge, swinging his legs back and forth.
"Cute." You muse, settling back onto your stool across from him. You both sit quietly for a little while, unsure what else to say. The only sounds you can hear are the cars passing by down the street outside, and the Prince album playing at a reasonable volume on the store's sound system.
"So...what now?" Eddie asks, breaking the awkward moment of silence.
"I dunno, Eds. I kinda thought you'd be the one bringing the conversation." You answer, and he nods. You carefully observe him, his shifting gaze, his fingers fidgeting with the massive rings that rest upon them. He's thinking very hard of something to say, trying his best to keep you from becoming bored with him.
"Right." He chuckles nervously, nodding his head. "Well, I was thinking..." He pauses, trying to find the words. You look at him expectantly, and he continues. "...I-I was wondering if you'd, um..." He keeps fumbling over his own train of thought, but you can already gather what he's getting at. A knowing smile grows on your lips, though Eddie isn't sure why. You let him take his time, he'll get the words out eventually. "Would you like to, uh...hang out sometime?" He finally finishes, his tone heightening at the words 'hang out'.
"And what exactly would you have in mind for us to do if we 'hang out', Eddie?" You ask curiously, crossing your arms. Given his nervousness, you can tell he's been thinking about this a lot. Surely he has some kind of plan in place, whether it's just listening to music and talking, or doing intimate things in either of your homes.
"Well, I was thinking you could come over to my place. We could listen to tapes in my room, or watch a movie or somethin'." He shrugs, trying to sound casual. But the light quiver in his voice gives him away. He's been dying to get closer to you, you've been taking over his mind since you gave him that tape. You're so pretty, and sweet, and you listen to him ramble on for hours. No one else has ever done that for him. Not even his uncle Wayne, supportive as he is. Every time he's been around you, he gets this unbearable urge to pull you close and kiss you. It's not exactly a common occurrence for him, and even less so for those feelings to seemingly be reciprocated.
"I'd be alright with that." You say with a smile, hopping down from your stool to slowly walk over to Eddie. "Is there anything else you've been thinking about doing with me, Eds?" You ask innocently, peering up at him from under your lashes once you're standing right in front of him.
"I-I guess." He stutters, swallowing hard at you invading his space this time.
"And what would that be?" You question, stepping between his legs that he's had spread apart this whole time. You're not touching him, you're just occupying the gap he's left wide open.
"I dunno if I should say. I don't want you to think I'm a perv or something." Eddie holds your gaze, wondering what you're going to say or do next. He'd love nothing more than to admit all the dirty things he's thought about you. How he's held himself in his hand at night, quietly murmuring your name while listening to the albums you've shown him, imagining you there with him in his room doing very inappropriate things.
"I wouldn't think that at all, Eddie." You shake your head, giving him a reassuring smile. He doesn't say anything else, he's too busy thinking about the filthy scenarios in his head again. "You don't have to tell me if it'll make you uncomfortable. We can talk about it later, when we're in your room...if you'd like." You speak lowly, gently placing your hands on his thighs. His breath catches at your touch, and his eyes refuse to leave yours. "How's Friday night sound?"
"Sounds great." He smiles, eager to have these plans with you.
"Good. I'm looking forward to it." Your hands travel further up his legs, stopping just before you reach where his hands have been resting between them. Eddie sighs quietly, enjoying the simple ways you've been touching him. He's excited for you to touch him even more on Friday, and he's even more excited to touch you in all the ways he'll hope you'll like. He can't wait to see what turns you on, how easily and frequently he can make you moan for him. He's getting a little hard just thinking about it. Thankfully, his draped hands obscure your view of the subtle erection growing in his jeans.
"Cool." Eddie clears his throat, quickly trying to make his boner go away so he can leave. He doesn't want you to see how easily horny you've made him, it's seriously embarrassing. He quickly thinks about all the things that definitely turn him off, holding back his sigh of relief once he's no longer aroused. He takes hold of your hands, gently grasping them in his own, the backs of his palms resting on his thighs. "I really like you, Y/N." Eddie says sweetly, brushing his thumbs across your skin.
"I really like you too, Eds." You reply with a warm smile. He seems much more relaxed now, comfortable in your presence once again. It is a bit fun to watch someone get flustered when you flirt with them, but it's even better to witness them unfurl like a budding flower. Opening up to you, accepting your advances.
"Can I..." He starts to ask, raising a hand to cup your cheek. He can't help but pause, he's unsure that a move like this is right. At least so early. You can feel calluses on his hands, presumably from playing guitar. He's mentioned it before, his 'shitty little band', as he put it.
"Can you what?" You almost whisper when the rest of his words don't come. You already know what he's going to ask, but you long to hear him actually say it out loud.
"Can I kiss you?" He asks again, much more confident this time. You're just about to respond by bringing your lips toward his, when the bell above the door jingles. You immediately pull away, turning your attention to whoever has annoyingly destroyed your little moment with Eddie. You clear your throat, returning to your usual position at the register.
"Hey kiddos, what brings you in today?" You ask when you look to find Will Byers and his friends coming through the door in a loud bundle. They're bickering over their next D&D campaign, but they quickly stop once you acknowledge them.
"Y/N!" They shout excitedly in unison, running over to the counter. You come around to greet them, letting them each give you a small hug. You almost forget that Eddie is still here. You're a bit preoccupied with the boys talking over each other to ask you about the new albums they've been waiting on.
"Hey, Y/N. I'm gonna get goin'. But I'll see you on Friday, 'kay?" Eddie says, getting out of your area and heading for the door. He's walking backwards, wanting to see your face one last time before he departs. You suppose he's in a bit of a hurry after failing to kiss you.
"Sure thing! Can't wait!" You call after him, giving him the biggest genuine smile you can. He nods, smiling himself. He turns around and walks out of the shop. You watch him make his way down the street, feeling a bit bad that you've missed out on that kiss. Oh well, you'll get another chance in a mere four days. In the meantime, you've got four of your best customers waiting for your assistance.
...Well, it's safe to say the rest of the day was not nearly as eventful as Eddie's visit. I've been compulsively reminding myself of every small detail of our interaction far too often. The scent of Eddie's cigarettes and cheap cologne, the warmth radiating from his thighs inside his jeans when I touched him, those all-too-perfect lips of his calling my name. Shit, diary, I'm totally screwed on Friday. I don't know if I'll even manage to get through the door to his place beforeI pounce on him. Although, I now realize he's never told me where he lives. Hopefully he'll come around again at some point to clear that up for me.
June 20th, 1984
Dear diary,
I had a dream about Eddie last night. It was mostly kissing, but if my alarm hadn't taken me out of it, it definitely would've gone to very interesting places. Either way, it was wonderful. We were on my couch, and I was straddling his lap. Eddie's lips were soft and warm. He was the perfect balance of gentle and rough with me. He tasted like beer as his tongue tangled with mine. He didn't do that annoying thing younger guys do where they essentially try to eat your face. Ugh, I've always hated too much tongue. His hands wandered to all the right places, hungrily grabbing at my ass and chest while we were making out. I'm getting a little hot just thinking about it, and it wasn't even real. Not yet, anyway. Friday can't come soon enough, it's killing me to wait so long. And my sex-crazed brain fueling the fire with steamy dreams certainly isn't helping. I only hope Eddie can keep up, but I have a feeling he'll exceed my expectations.
June 23rd, 1984
Dear diary,
'The morning after'. It's a very interesting phrase. We all know what it means, hell, there's even a pill named after it. It's a rather bittersweet saying as well. On the one hand, you get to relive the pleasant experience you shared with another person (or multiple people, if you're lucky). But on the other, it signals the end of the fun, and you have to go back to your boring life once you eat and hose yourself off.
Lucky for me, though, I get to indulge in the sweet side of the morning following a very pleasurable night. I'm still in Eddie's bed as we speak, and he's making us some breakfast. I can smell the bacon sizzling, and the cinnamon from the French toast. I'm sure I'm gonna enjoy it. But not nearly as much as I enjoyed the time we spent together last night...
You pull up to Eddie's trailer around 9:30pm, killing the engine of your little junker before stepping out onto the gravel. Eddie called you about an hour before closing time at the shop, giving you the address. He seemed a bit ashamed of where he lives over the phone, but you didn't give him any reason to think you'd look down on him for it. It's just a home, like any other. And it's not like your apartment is exactly Shangri-la, either. You pull you overnight bag over your shoulder, one you'd packed very early this morning as you couldn't focus on sleeping. You shut the car door, and head up the small steps to the trailer. You knock, and wait for Eddie to come let you in.
You can hear the Judas Priest album you gave him playing over a stereo on one end of the trailer, presumably his bedroom. The stereo suddenly turns off, and quick footsteps make their way over to you. The door swings open to reveal your companion for the evening. "Hey, Y/N. Come in." Eddie smiles, opening the door wider and extending his arm to coax you inside. "You look great." He compliments you, his eyes dragging over your tight jean shorts and Metallica t-shirt.
"Thanks. So do you." You reply kindly, paying respect to his usual getup. "Where's your room? I want to put my bag down." You ask, looking around the humble abode. It's small, but mostly tidy. There's clutter here and there, but it's far from unclean. Mugs and baseball caps line the walls of the living room, definitely a prized collection. You doubt that Eddie would hoard such things, they're probably his uncle's. The various furniture is simple, faded and worn around the edges, but still perfectly functional.
"Oh, sure. Uh, this way." He points awkwardly down the hall, stepping ahead of you to lead the way. You follow him down the somewhat narrow space, entering a door at the very end of it. There's a decent-sized bed in the room, and various posters, banners, and drawings on the walls. There's also a couple guitars and an amp in the room, and other random things a teenage boy would own. It's a little more messy in here, clothes strewn about and overflowing from the dresser drawers, a couple empty beer cans on the night table. But you've seen worse. "Shit. Sorry it's kind of a mess. I'd meant to clean up, but time got away from me." Eddie chuckles awkwardly, hurriedly attempting to clean up.
"It's fine, Eds. As long as there's no roaches or rats, I don't mind." You reply, setting your bag down on the floor in the corner of the room.
"Oh, we are definitely pest-free in the Munson household. Although, there may be a few spiders." Eddie replies, making you giggle.
"So, what do you wanna do?" You ask, plopping down on Eddie's bed, which is dressed with a wrinkled brown comforter and well slept-on pillows. You lean back on your hands, kicking off your shoes while glancing at him casually.
"Well, we could pick up where we left off on Monday." Eddie suggests, giving you a cheeky grin.
"Been thinking about that a lot, have you?" You tease, patting the spot beside you on the bed. He comes over, sitting as close to you as he possibly can.
"Maybe." He shrugs, though the way he says it definitely means 'yes'.
"Well, so have I." You put your hand on his thigh, gazing deep into his eyes. Your mouth is not very far from his, it would take no effort at all to finally get a taste of him. "I had a dream about you, ya know." You blurt out the words, oddly compelled to as you stare at his beautiful mouth.
"Yeah? What did we do in your dream?" He asks, just as mesmerized by your proximity.
"This." You whisper, leaning in closer to bridge the gap that's beginning to feel miles long. Your mouth meets his, and time itself seems to stop. He tastes exactly how you thought he would in your dream, with a hint of tobacco as well. Eddie hums quietly into the kiss, bringing a hand up to cradle the back of your head. Your mouths move in sync, with just the right amount of tenderness and passion. You maneuver yourself to straddle his lap, just like your dream. Your tongues come out to play, teasing one another to turn up the heat. Your head feels light, and Eddie's does too. Flares of excitement course through you, driving you to bury your fingers in his hair, while his hands lower to grip your waist. "Mmm." You moan lightly, grinding yourself onto him.
You can feel Eddie getting hard underneath you, and you're tempted to reach down and palm him through his jeans. "Slow down, baby. We've got all night." Eddie says, pulling his lips away from yours to breathe.
"Sorry." You say breathlessly, letting go of his head. You really want to savor every moment, to truly take your time. You just got a little ahead of yourself.
"Don't be. Just relax, I'm not goin' anywhere." He reassures you, still holding your hips respectfully. You stay sitting on his lap, the both of you taking a minute to admire one another in this new light. "So, did we do anything else in this dream of yours?" He asks curiously.
"Uh, not really. Well, you grabbed my ass and tits, I guess." You explain, feeling a little silly saying all of this out loud.
"Oh, like this?" He questions, moving his hands lower to take rough handfuls of your butt.
"Yeah." You moan lightly at the contact, and his smile grows wider.
"And..." He stops squeezing your behind, traveling upwards now to grab your breasts through your shirt. "...like this?" He asks you again, his cock twitching at the whimper that escapes you.
"Fuck, yes." You respond, loving the way his large palms feel when they touch you.
"God, you're gorgeous." Eddie muses, drawing more little noises from your lips. "I've dreamt about you too, sweetheart." He says lowly, dropping the pet name like it's nothing at all. It's sounds so good coming from his lips, and you can't wait to hear it again.
"And what happened in your dream?" You ask, curious what his own mind holds in terms of fantasies. He's still groping your chest, which is making you very wet inside your shorts.
"Same as yours...except I was doing this." He says, leaning his head down to kiss your neck. His lips returning to your flesh feels absolutely exquisite. He moves his mouth on you slowly, employing his teeth and tongue to mark you with a dark hickey.
"Eddie." You moan involuntarily, lacing your left hand in his hair to keep him close to you.
"Mmm, and you definitely did that, princess." Eddie chuckles darkly, breath fanning hotly across your skin. He switches sides now, and you in turn switch hands. You have to have him as near to you as possible, you strangely feel like he might disappear if you let go for too long. His hands continue to massage your chest, causing more arousal to spread through your panties at the sensation. You grind your hips again, drawing a muted groan from him. "Havin' fun, baby?" He asks, nipping you a little bit harder this time.
"Yes, Eddie. You're really good at this." You pant, your nails digging into his scalp. You roll your hips over and over, slow as you can manage. Eddie keeps quietly moaning and grunting against you. Not because he doesn't want to make any noise. It's more that he doesn't want to disturb the sounds of heavy breathing and clothes brushing against each other.
"Let's take a little break, sweetheart." Eddie says, pulling his mouth away from your throat and taking hold of your hips to still them. You're driving him crazy with all your grinding, and he needs to slow down if he's going to keep up with you.
"Sure. You got anything to drink?" You ask, sliding off of Eddie's lap to sit on the bed again.
"Uh, yeah." He stands up abruptly, getting ready to retrieve what you're asking for. "Is beer alright?" He asks.
"Yeah, that's fine." You reply mindlessly, your gaze fixed on the large bulge inside his jeans. You want so badly to get on your knees, and take his cock in your mouth. Eddie's eyes follow your stare, and he looks down to find what you're practically drooling over. He blushes harshly at the obvious sign of his excitement, you've already had such a strong affect on him.
"I'll be right back then." He says, leaving the room. You're snapped out of your trance once his erection is out of your view, left alone in Eddie's bedroom for a moment. You casually look around, taking in more details of the space. You peruse the contents of the night table, sunglasses, condoms, an ashtray, a couple Heavy Metal magazines. Nothing too exciting. Your eyes wander along the walls instead, admiring the banner for Eddie's band, Corroded Coffin. You imagine he made it himself, perhaps with his other band mates. And then you happen upon something you didn't notice at all until now. A pair of handcuffs hanging on the wall. You wonder where he got them...and if he's ever used them on anybody. "Here ya go." Eddie says as he hands off a bottle of beer to you.
"You ever use those before, Eds?" You ask casually, gesturing at the cuffs before taking a swig of your beer. It's nice and cold from the fridge, cooling down your boiling insides a little.
"Oh, um...no. They're more of a gag than anything." He explains nervously, hoping you aren't put off by them, or thinking he's some kind of deviant.
"Really? That's too bad." You say cheekily.
"Have you ever used handcuffs before?" Eddie asks, his interest piqued.
"A couple of times." You answer honestly.
"Were they used on you, or someone else?" He continues, needing to know everything he can about your prior experience.
"Let's just say I really like having my hands tied." You reply seductively, your hand finding his thigh once again. You give him a hungry look, smirking at his eyes going wide. "What? Too kinky for you?" You tease, taking another gulp of your drink.
"No, not at all. I'm just surprised." Eddie says nervously, downing his own beer to calm himself down. It appears you're much more experienced than him, and he's afraid to let you down. It's not like he's a virgin or anything, he's had sex plenty of times before. But he worries that maybe he won't be as exciting as you'd like him to be.
"Would you like to try it with me, Eddie?" You offer, noticing his unease. He's probably doubting himself now, wondering if he's good enough. The last thing you want is for him to lack confidence.
"Yeah. I'll have to find the keys for them, though." He smiles, relaxing a little at your offer.
"That's alright. We won't need them for a while anyway." You scoot a little closer to him on the bed, your leg resting against his. "I love this room, by the way. It's really cozy." You say kindly, putting the dirty thoughts away for a little while. As much as you want to jump Eddie's bones, it wouldn't hurt to have some nice moments with him that don't revolve around sex.
"Thanks. I'm glad you think so." Eddie replies, looking down at the floor as he speaks.
"You don't?"
"I dunno." He shrugs. "I guess it feels lonely to me more than anything else." He says sadly.
"Oh. I didn't think about it that way." You can't feeling bad for Eddie, you always seem to forget that he's far from a popular person. You don't really understand why, though. He's kind, and funny, and intelligent. What's not to like?
"Sorry, I'm not meaning to kill the mood." He scoffs at himself for being such a downer, finishing his drink. He reaches over to put the empty bottle on the night table, settling back into his spot afterwards.
"It's fine. You're just being honest. And I like that about you." You polish off your beer as well, and crawl over the bed to lie down. "C'mere, handsome." You beckon him to follow your lead, but he stands up instead. You're confused, until you see him going to the stereo on his dresser.
"Just a sec, I wanna put something on." He says, pushing the rewind button to reset the tape he has in mind. It takes a few seconds, but then you hear "Freewheel Burning" kick on through the speakers. He turns down the volume a little, enough so you can hear the song while being able to maintain conversation. He comes back to the bed, smiling excitedly. Eddie lays down beside you, the two of you gazing into each other's eyes again.
"How many times have you listened to this tape anyway?" You ask, bringing your hand up to playfully stroke his chest.
"Shit, I dunno. Like...thirty?" He says with a laugh, realizing how desperate that might sound after the words have already passed his lips.
"Damn, that's some serious dedication." You chuckle.
"Well, I can't really help it that every time I play it, I'm reminded of the beautiful girl who gave it to me." He says sweetly, brushing some loose hairs behind your ear. He cups your cheek afterwards, and presses his lips to yours. You instantly melt into the kiss, letting Eddie take the lead. He rolls you both over to kneel above you, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Your hands find the hem of his shirt, gently tugging it upwards for him to take it off. Eddie pulls away, sitting up to remove it. He whips the shirt over his head, exposing his scrawny, yet slightly toned, chest. A black widow spider is tattooed on the upper left side, and it looks relatively new.
"Nice tat, baby. It's very sexy." You reach up to touch it when he lowers himself over you again. His breath hitches at your fingertips on his bare skin. You trace the outline of the spider's legs and body, admiring the mostly-steady line work.
"Thanks. Got it a couple months ago." Eddie grins, watching you take in every little detail of his ink. "Do you have any tattoos, sweetheart?" He asks.
"No. I've always wanted one, though." You reply, meeting his eyes again.
"What kind would you get?" He questions, lowering his head to kiss your neck.
"Fuck." You whimper, your nails digging into his chest. He groans at the sting, still waiting for your answer. "I'm not sure. Maybe a music note, or a flower or something." You say breathily, enjoying the feeling of Eddie's teeth nibbling your skin.
"Ugh, those are so cheesy, Y/N." He moans in disappointment. "You can do better than that." He encourages you to dig deeper, to think of something you'd truly want to have on your body forever.
You mull it over for a moment, laughing lightly when you come up with the perfect thing. "Alright, I'd get a little vinyl record, then. A tribute to my love of music." You say, extremely proud of yourself. He looks up at you with an approving smile.
"That's more like it." He chuckles, giving you a small kiss on the lips. "How far do you wanna go tonight, baby?" He asks, though judging from the size of the bag you brought, you plan to spend the entire night with him.
"As far as you're willing to take me, Eddie." You reply softly, taking off your own t-shirt now. You toss it away to the floor, revealing your baby blue bra. You gently push on Eddie's chest, ushering him to roll over onto his back. He does it without even thinking, his hands finding your bare waist once you're on top. You reach around your back to unclasp your bra, and Eddie's pupils dilate as he takes in the sight of your beautiful tits.
"Damn." He murmurs. You grab hold of his hands, slowly dragging them up your sides and towards your breasts. He watches on wordlessly, the both of you devouring the warm sensation of skin against skin. His fingers feel the outlines of your ribs, your supple flesh, until they finally reach their most-desired destination. His palms close around the rounds of your chest, thumbs brushing over your stiffened nipples.
"Eddie." You moan aloud, your eyes glued to his as he gropes you. You're getting very wet again, anxious to move things further. You roll your hips, pressing yourself down into Eddie's clothed cock harder than before. You can feel how hard he is, his jeans practically bursting at the seams.
"Fuck, sweetheart." Eddie groans at the friction. He can't wait to see how wet you are, to taste your sweetness on his lips, to put his throbbing dick inside you. His mind swirls drunkenly with the possibilities, each one more tantalizing than the last. You lower your torso, bringing yourself closer to him. You take a turn to give him some hickies of his own, quickly latching onto his throat. "Shit." He hisses at the pleasurable sting of your teeth.
"What should we do next, Eds?" You ask lowly in his ear, nibbling on the lobe afterwards.
"I'm not sure, there's so many things to choose from. What do you want?" Eddie turns the question back onto you, far too focused on how your tits feel in his hands to make a choice himself.
You put your head above his again, gazing deep into his doeish brown eyes. "I want..." You pause, lowering your hand between your bodies to palm Eddie's cock through his pants. "...to take you in my mouth, if that's alright with you." He moans breathily at your touch, and nods. "Perfect." You grin, pressing a brief kiss to his lips. You travel downwards, your mouth meeting his neck, and then his chest. Eddie breathes heavily, following you with his eyes. You leave wet kisses on his tattoo, his nipples, down the small trail of hair on his stomach that leads to his cock. You grab hold of his belt to undo it, slipping the leather through the buckle. You unzip his jeans, yanking them and his boxers down his legs. He helps you out, kicking them off once they reach his ankles. His dick smacks his stomach, rock solid and aching for you. You kneel over his body, taking his length in your hand.
"Y/N." He moans, his eyes falling closed. You stroke him nice and slow, watching a bead of precum gradually forming on his tip. You poke your tongue out to lick it off, swirling around his head. "Jesus christ." He mutters, forcing his eyes open to look at you. He locks onto your stare, just as you lower your head to take all of him at once. "Holy shit..." He gasps at your warm, wet mouth encapsulating him. You gag slightly when he hits the back of your throat, causing his hands to tightly clutch the bedding underneath him.
"You like that?" You ask lowly, pulling off of his cock for a moment.
"Fuck, don't stop." Eddie whines, making your pussy throb. "Please, keep going, Y/N." He politely begs, needing more of you.
"Sure thing, baby." You smirk, taking him in your mouth once again. You bob your head up and down, swirling your tongue around his length as you move.
"Feels so good, sweetheart." He praises, resting a hand behind his head to get a better view. You're quite a sight to see. Your hair falling loosely around the sides of your face, your hands gripping his thighs for balance, your plush lips opened wide as can be to take his dick past them again and again. "Shit, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth." He says boldly between needy moans.
"Mmm." You hum gently around him, thoroughly enjoying the lovely noises flowing from him like a steady river. You increase your speed just a little, adding more suction to really drive Eddie wild.
"Oh my god." He gasps, unable to believe the level of skill you possess. Your mouth feels absolutely incredible, and it's not going to take long to make him lose control. You feel his hand come down to rest on the back of your head, adding the slightest amount of pressure to keep you deep on his cock. "This alright, baby?" He asks, hoping you'll allow him some semblance of control here. You're melting his goddamn mind right now, and it's taking everything in him not to thrust upwards and fuck your face until his cum spills down your throat.
"Mmhmm." You hum casually, his fingers tightening around your hair at the vibrations. He doesn't push you down too hard, just enough to maintain that wet warmth he craves. You don't mind at all, you've had your fair share of face-fuckings over the years. They can be fun, if done correctly.
You use every trick you can think of, using Eddie's utterances of your name and various swears to guide you on the path to setting off his climax. He's not exactly a tough one to crack, given his undeniable gratitude to you for doing anything with him in the first place. But it's a thrilling chase all the same, as it always has been for you.
"I'm gettin' close, sweetheart. Fuck, you're too good at this..." Eddie warns, gripping your hair and the bed below him with all his might. His stomach is preparing to tense, his balls growing tighter by the second. You take this as your cue to go even faster, bobbing your head quick as you can, your tongue twisting on his shaft with frenzied intensity. "God, Y/N...You're gonna kill me doin' that." He whimpers, his entire being threatening to burst from the immense pleasure you're providing him. He's never felt anything like this before, and it's this thought sprinting across his mind that shoves him over the edge. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." He grunts, trying and failing to hold back an obscenely loud moan from escaping him afterwards. His muscles clench, and you can taste his release spilling stickily on your tongue.
You swallow every last drop as it's supplied to you, still sucking harshly on his dick until he's empty. Eddie's eyes fall closed once his high runs its course, his breaths coming out thick and shallow. You pull away from his softening length, sitting back on your knees. "Did you like that, Eds?" You question as you gaze over his spent form. He's slicked over in a thin sheen of sweat, eyes closed peacefully while he catches his breath.
"Yeah, that was amazing." He huffs out the words, sensing your weight shifting on the bed to lie next to him again. He opens his eyes, turning his head to look at you. He finds you smiling giddily, appearing very proud of yourself for giving him such intense pleasure. "You must really like going down on guys if it makes you smile like that." He chuckles, intrigued by you.
"Maybe I just like making people feel good, Eddie." You reply simply.
"How many have there been?" He asks, realizing afterwards that it's a bit of a rude question.
"I don't exactly know. But I've had my fair share of guys...and girls." You answer, his eyes widening.
"Girls?" He asks, even more interested now. It shouldn't exactly be so shocking to him, he's been with a guy here and there himself. A lot of high school athletes are major closet cases. He supposes he just didn't take you for the bisexual type.
"Yeah, a few. Is that a big deal to you?" You turn the questions around on him, curious what his own history is like.
"No, of course not. I've been with a few guys myself. I was just surprised by you, again." He laughs, rolling his eyes at himself.
"Oh, really? Looks like we both get around pretty well then, don't we?" You tease, unable to hold in your own laughter.
"I guess so. Although, most of my hookups are meant to be a secret. No girl, or guy, seems to want to be seen with me." He chuckles dryly, his expression falling slightly.
"Well, I'd gladly be seen with you, Eddie. You're a great guy, and all those people are idiots." You say sweetly, taking his hand in yours.
"Thanks, Y/N. That's really kind of you to say." He brightens up again, your words healing his heart a little.
"Any time, baby." You smile, pressing a small kiss to his lips. He gladly accepts it, the taste of you pulling him further out of his self-inflicted funk.
"Do you want a turn now, Y/N?" Eddie asks, his free hand playing around with the waistband of your shorts.
"I'd like that." You nod, watching his fingers easily press the metal button through its stitched hole. He glides your zipper down its track, carefully slipping his hand inside to brush over your panties. He feels a wet spot in the fabric, gasping quietly at how soaked you are for him already. He deliberately brings his fingers onto your clothed clit, rubbing it in light circles. "Eddie." You moan, keeping your eyes on his hand stuck inside your shorts.
"So wet for me already, sweetheart?" Eddie asks lowly into your ear, watching your reaction to his touch.
"Yes." You reply breathlessly. His hand leaves your sensitive bud for a moment, moving up to the top of your panties. He ventures beneath the fabric, fully feeling your slick folds. "Fuck." You whimper, your hips bucking once at him touching your throbbing entrance.
"What do you want, baby? I'll give you anything you ask for." He offers seductively, spreading your arousal all around while drinking in your sexy noises.
"I want you to go down on me, Eddie. Please." You whine, desperate to feel his mouth on your pussy.
"Mmm, I like it when you beg." He chuckles darkly, pressing a wet kiss to your throat. He slips two fingers inside your cunt, making you gasp. He lays you down on your back, knees tented with him crouching above you. His mouth travels downwards, his digits gently curling to hit your g-spot. He's going very slow, warming you up before he eats you out. Clearly he's done this before, and knows his way around. Shy, my ass, you think to yourself as his lips leave open-mouthed kisses on your chest. He makes a little detour to take one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the pebbled flesh before biting down roughly.
"Fuck, Eds..." You moan, your hands slipping into his thick curls. He moves on to your other breast, nipping every inch of it before going after the stiff center. He doesn't stay in one place for long, venturing further down your body to make a trail along the middle of your stomach. Your hands stay weaved inside his hair the whole way, tugging lightly with every teasing pump of his fingers inside your pussy. He eventually reaches your jeans, regrettably having to stop touching you so he can remove them. You whine at the loss, but you know the pleasure will continue shortly.
Eddie grabs hold of the top of your shorts, pulling them down your legs to discard them. He takes off your panties the same way, spreading your legs open wide so he can see every last bit of you. Your pussy glistens with sweet juices in the dim light of his room, and he can't resist licking his lips at the sight. "You're beautiful, sweetheart." He praises, his arms snaking around your legs. He leans down to kiss the innermost part of your thigh, drawing more helpless sounds from your lips. You anxiously await him touching you where you need him most, watching his every move with pleading eyes. He meets the other side, still neglecting your very center.
"Eddie, please stop teasing." You beg in frustration, bucking your hips up to gain his attention. You need him now. You can't wait any longer.
"You're so needy, Y/N." He teases with a grin, bringing his tongue forward to lick a long stripe from your entrance to your clit.
"Fuck!" You cry out in surprise, your back arching off the bed. Eddie presses you back down with his hand, keeping a firm hold on your stomach so you'll stay still. He slowly flicks his tongue up and down on your clit, making you wetter by the second. He swirls around, dips in and out of the area in varying patterns. He's keeping you guessing, building you up at an agonizing pace. "Shit, you feel so good." You exhale, refusing to let go of his head for fear of him stopping for a single second. You can feel your pleasure growing, balling up inside the very center of you.
"You taste so sweet, baby. And you're fuckin' soaked for me." He says in admiration. He can't get enough of your decadent, musky flavor on his tongue. He's already getting hard again, and he cannot wait to feel you cum on his face, and around his cock when the time is right. He darts his tongue in and out of your soaked hole. Warm trickles of arousal and many, many moans spill from you as he does so. His impeccable technique drives you closer and closer to the edge.
"Just like that, Eds...keep going..." You struggle to piece the words together. Every lick and nip and suck of his mouth working against you steals your train of thought, just when you manage to set it back on the tracks again. You can sense your high building, your insides tensing and squeezing as the need to release the pent up tension grows more dire by the second. Just when you think this can't possibly feel any more amazing, Eddie replaces his tongue with two thick fingers. They worm their way deep inside your dripping pussy, the metal rings they're dressed in shocking your body with their coldness. He fingers you fast and hard, wet sounds mingling with your moans. "Fuck, baby. Don't stop!" You plead, thighs quivering as your end draws near.
"You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, lazily dragging the very tip of his tongue around your clit while his hand works overtime.
"Yes, please make me cum." You whimper, gripping his head even harder. It's a wonderfully odd combination, the battling movements of his quick fingers and slow licking. It's driving you positively insane. Any second now, you're going to lose it altogether. "I'm so close, Eddie. Fuck, right there." You persist, relentlessly calling out to him to help you reach your bliss as if your life depends on it. It's like you're caught in the middle of a fever dream. Sweat gathers on every last inch of your flesh, pooling in all the nooks and crevices, and dripping from the back of your knees.
"Cum for me, Y/N." He politely commands, sucking your clit harshly between his lips to seal your fate.
"Eddie! Oh, fuck!" You cry out as the buildup finally pays off, the pressure releasing itself throughout your entire body. Your thighs quake, threatening to clamp around Eddie's head. Your cunt pulses, simultaneously trapping his fingers and releasing a mess of juices onto his face. Eddie slurps against your folds, trying his best to savor every last drop of you. He moans at the taste, his cock twitching as the liquid flows down his throat and into his stomach. Your body relaxes once your orgasm fades away, hands releasing Eddie's hair from your grasp. He sits up to look at you, finding you looking absolutely blissed out. You're glistening in perspiration, eyes fallen closed and chest rising and falling with effort.
"Gorgeous." He observes simply, mostly to himself. He crawls over to lie down beside you once more, reaching over for his pack of Camels on the night table. "Want a smoke?" He offers, your eyes fluttering open to look at him.
"Yes, please." You smile, watching as he takes two cigarettes from the pack and places them between his lips. He lights them both, handing one off to you. He takes the ashtray from the table, setting it between you on the bed. You take a long, deep drag, humming blissfully at the smoke filling your lungs.
"Did you enjoy that, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, blowing a large cloud of smoke from his lips as he speaks.
"Yes, very much. Who taught you to eat pussy like that?" You question curiously.
"No one. Practice makes perfect, Y/N." Eddie replies with a chuckle. He's very glad that you enjoyed yourself, it was certainly fun for him to hear you crying out his name.
"More than perfect, Eds." You add, bringing yourself closer to snuggle up to him. He puts his arm around you, and you lay your head against him.
"You oughtta be careful with all the compliments. I might just get an ego." He says jokingly.
"I don't care." You turn your head to kiss his body, continuing to praise him. "You've earned one after that." You kiss his neck this time, nipping his skin a little. You can't help yourself, Eddie's made you feel so good. You want him to keep doing it, and to do the same for him.
"You just can't get enough of me, can you?" He asks teasingly, egging you on.
"No, I really can't." You reply, biting down harder on his throat.
"Fuck, sweetheart." He moans, taking another drag of his smoke to keep himself relaxed while you make a meal out of him.
"Sorry." You pull away after sucking another dark hickey on Eddie's skin, resuming your smoking. You recognize that you're going a little too fast again, forcing yourself to slow down.
"It's alright. I like it when you do that." He reassures you, gently stroking your arm.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. You make me feel—" Eddie cuts himself off, wondering if he'll sound too corny.
"What?" You press him to finish his sentence. You have to know how your words and actions affect him.
"You make me feel wanted." He says, giving you a meaningful look. "Like I said, most people treat me like a secret, or something forbidden. They'll fuck me all they like behind closed doors, but they won't give me the time of day when there's others around. But you make me feel like I deserve more." He adds, his words full of passion and conviction. Eddie's never been one to mince words, he says what he means every time he opens his mouth. "Shit, I sound totally lame right now." He sighs before taking another drag, worried he's ruined the mood again.
"It's not lame at all, Eddie. You do deserve better. You deserve to be with someone who likes you for you, someone who won't hide you away." You speak gently, cupping his cheek in your hand. You wait for him to exhale his smoke, bringing your lips to his to give him a tender kiss once it flows out of his nostrils. He melts into you, humming lightly into the kiss. You both stub out your smokes, finding each other's mouths far more interesting. Eddie bites your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open to slip his tongue inside.
"You won't hide me away too, will you?" Eddie asks between hungry kisses, needing to know this won't be another secret fling. He can't put himself through that again, no matter how much he likes you.
"No, Eds. I won't. I promise." You answer, hoping your honesty rings true for him. You're unsure how many others there have been that made the same promise and broken it, along with Eddie's heart.
"Okay. Lemme find those keys real quick." He says, satisfied with your words. He gets off the bed, searching around his room to find the keys to the handcuffs. You've given him what he's wanted for so long, the least he can do is appease your every desire. He checks his dresser first, the top of it as well as the unorganized drawers. Nothing. He looks in a few random boxes of junk he keeps stashed around, typically for weed. Nothing here, either. He's growing a bit desperate now, checking the final place he thinks those damned tin keys could be. The night table drawer. He slides it open, shuffling the boxes of matches and random papers around inside. He hears metal tinkling somewhere in there, and he can't imagine it's anything other than the thing he's in search of. He finds them nestled under a crumpled receipt, bringing them out into the light with a satisfied look on his face. "Gotcha." He gets off the floor and retrieves the cuffs from the wall. He brings them over to the bed. "How do you wanna do this?" He asks, unsure how to proceed.
"Well, that depends. What position do you want me in?" You say with total self-assurance. Eddie doesn't say anything else, a rather awkward expression taking over his features. "It's okay, I'll give you some options. I can ride you, you can take me from behind, or we can do it the normal way."
"What would you prefer, Y/N?" He can't help asking for your input. You're the one getting handcuffed, after all. You ought to have some say on the subject.
"I'd really like to ride you, Eddie." You reply, giving him a seductive look. "Here, get behind me to put the cuffs on." You instruct, scooting forward and sitting on your knees to give him some room. He does as you ask, putting himself behind you. You place your hands behind your back, allowing Eddie to put the cuffs on. "Now make sure they're tight, but not too tight." He clicks each cuff in place on your wrists, careful of your reaction to see if he's done this correctly. "Very good. Now, sit up against the headboard and keep your legs together."
"Okay." Eddie says, scooting backwards to get into your desired position. He lays his legs straight forward, keeping them as close together as he can. You sit up on your knees to make room, and carefully inch yourself backwards until you can sit back down in his lap. His cock rests against your ass, warm and stiff, ready to get things moving.
"Wanna help me out a little, baby?" You ask, turning your head back to look at him.
"Sure." He replies, getting more excited by the second. He reaches a hand around your front, slipping between your legs to rub your slit.
"Fuck, Eddie. I want you so bad." You moan, eager to have him fill you up with his thick cock.
"I want you too, Y/N." He says softly, bringing your back to rest on his chest and lowering his head to kiss your neck. He continues to tease you, getting you ready for him. His free hand reaches over to the night table, pulling out a condom from the small box he'd left out. He rips the wrapper open with his teeth, wasting no time in rolling the latex over his length. "Get up for a sec, baby." He says, pulling his fingers away from your pussy. You get up on your knees again, letting him lead. He takes hold of himself, while also guiding you towards his tip. You feel him slip through your folds once, twice, three times. He can't resist teasing you a little more before getting down to business.
"Oh, fuck." You let out little moans for him at the contact, dying to take him inside you.
"Ready, sweetheart?" He asks lowly in your ear.
"Yes." You almost whisper. He keeps his dick steady, and gently presses on your shoulder to guide you downwards. "Eddie, f-uck..." You whine as you feel him slowly stretch you out. He's so big, filling every part of you so completely.
"That's it, baby. Fuck, you're tight." Eddie pants, leading you nice and steady until you're fully seated on him. Your walls contract involuntarily once he's all the way in, squeezing his length. "Shit." He hisses. You both sit still for a moment, allowing you to get comfortable with his size. His hands caress your sides, fingers brushing over your thighs, hips, and stomach. His warmth makes you feel safe, secure. "Doin' alright, Y/N?" He asks, wondering if you're okay to start moving yet.
"Yeah." You breathe, taking the hint to slowly lift yourself up, before sinking back down again.
"Fuck." You both moan at the same time, savoring the friction formed between your interlocked parts.
"You're so big, Eds." You breathe, picking a careful pace to start bouncing on him. His tip slides across your g-spot on its way to kiss your cervix every time you land on him, ripping borderline pornographic noises from your lungs in the process.
"Thanks, sweetheart." He chuckles at your compliment, his hands resting on your hips as you move on him. He's never had anyone ride him like this before, but he really likes it. He has such a pretty view in this position. From the recoil of your ass and thighs as you bounce, to your soaked pussy lubing him up every time he disappears inside you. Fuck, it's gonna be a challenge not to cum too early with this perfect display before his eyes. "You're taking me so well, baby. Such a good little slut, aren't you?" He says darkly, taking you by surprise at his choice of words. You pause for a moment, turning to look back at him with a questioning gaze. "Oh, shit. Was that too much?" Eddie asks, kicking himself for pulling out that word without checking with you first.
"No." You grin, letting him relax. "I really like it." You burn.
"Oh, okay. Good." He chuckles awkwardly. You face forward again, resuming your riding at a slightly faster pace now. He groans, squeezing your hips a little tighter.
"Say it again." You beg, your walls flexing at the sound Eddie's just made. He's so fucking hot when he does that, like he's not afraid to let you know how good you're making him feel. You speed up a bit more, ramping up your excitement.
"That's it, ride my cock like a good little slut. Do I feel good inside this tight pussy of yours?" He speaks lowly, the same mischievous tone he had when he went down on you.
"Yes! I'm so wet for you, Eddie." You whimper, eating up every last filthy word he says. Eddie reaches down to grip the small linked chain between the handcuffs, yanking on the metal to keep you close, making you work harder to ride him. "Fuck." You hiss at the bite of the cuffs digging into your flesh. But it only adds to the overall pleasure you're experiencing, and you love how forceful Eddie's choosing to be with you.
"Keep goin', baby. Gotta work for it if you wanna cum." Eddie taunts. You do as he commands, keeping up your rapid pace despite the added resistance. Your thighs are getting the workout of a lifetime, your muscles beginning to burn. "God, you're tryin' so hard for me. Such a good girl." He growls in your ear, making you moan even louder. You're getting very close now, quicker than you expected to. But the way Eddie's cock reaches every magic spot inside you, the way his words amplify every ounce of sensation, it's enough to make you catch fire from the inside out.
"I'm getting close, Eds." You warn, continuing to move yourself up and down on his length. He pulls even harder on the cuffs in response, making it more difficult to fully extend your thighs. "Fuck." You mutter, persisting in your pursuit of ecstasy.
"So soon, Y/N? I thought we were just gettin' started." He teases, thrusting his hips up once to meet your landing on him. You cry out at the sensation, his cock somehow hitting even deeper inside you than it was through your own efforts. "You like that? Should I do it again?"
"Yes! Fuck, it feels so good! You're gonna make me cum, baby." You whimper, and he gladly obliges. His lap ruts upwards to meet you in the middle over and over, making you cry out louder every time. You're right on the edge now, the two of you pounding yourselves into a pulp to earn your orgasms.
"Good girl. Ride that dick like you own it, sweetheart." Eddie pants as he continues to thrust himself into you. He can feel your walls fluttering around him, though he's not quite there yet. But that's more than fine by him. He'll make you scream his name, and then keep on going until he's moaning yours.
"Oh, god...fuck. I'm gonna cum—" You whine mindlessly as your bliss finally takes over. "—EDDIE!" You scream his name, trying your best to keep moving as your walls pulsate and thighs tremble. White hot heat roars from your core to your extremities, blinding you with the flames.
"There ya go, baby. Ride it out, I'm not done with you yet." Eddie coos, keeping up his thrusts to help you work through your high. He's getting rather close himself, especially with your insides squeezing him so goddamn tight. But he knows you've got one more in you, and he damn well intends to make sure you have it. He lifts your body up to put you on your knees as the aftershocks roll over you, positioning himself behind you while still gripping the chain behind your back. "Is this okay?" He asks, his dick stilled inside you while he waits for permission.
"God, yes. Just keep going. I wanna make you cum." You beg, allowing him to use you to get himself off.
"You got it, baby." His free arm goes around your stomach, giving him more leverage before he starts thrusting. He slowly pulls out of your sensitive hole, before shoving back in with all his strength. His hips make a loud smacking sound against your ass, and your lungs painfully release a loud cry of pleasure. He pulls back again, snapping his hips to set a punishing pace.
"Fuck!" You gasp, wishing you had something to hang on to. Eddie's doing a great job holding you in place so you don't fall over, but you still feel completely out of control in this situation. He thrusts into you mercilessly, rapidly building you up for another orgasm. He grunts and pants behind you, sounding like a wild animal. His hot breath comes out forcefully enough to brush against your back as he fucks you. Your wrists are getting sore from him gripping the links so hard, but you know you're both almost finished.
"You like the way I pound this pussy, baby?" Eddie grunts, a bead of sweat rolling down his face as he slams himself into your cunt again and again.
"Yes! Don't stop!" You exclaim, tears gathering in your eyes. You're completely overwhelmed with sensation. The sting of the cuffs, the smacking of skin against skin, his cock filling you up just right. It's all so fucking perfect.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm almost there." He pants, his stomach tightening as his high approaches. He can feel your walls fluttering around him again, letting him know you're right there with him. "You gonna cum with me, Y/N? Like a good little slut?" He asks, moaning through his words.
"Yes...fuck me harder, Eddie." You plead, unable to stop moaning, so loud that you're worried the whole trailer park can hear you.
"Anything for you, baby." He chuckles at your neediness, you really are something else. He really puts his back into it, ramming himself as deep and hard into your pussy as he possibly can. He struggles to keep a grip on the cuffs, and his balance holding you both up on your knees. But he carries on regardless, needing to reach the finish line if it's the last thing he does. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum—" He's groans loudly as his high takes hold, his hips bucking into you wildly as he fills the condom.
"Eddie!" You cry out, falling over the edge alongside him. This time is even stronger than the last, more tears rolling down your cheeks from overstimulation. Your insides clamp down on him, and a spurt of your juices spills out onto your thighs as well as his. Eddie keeps thrusting, the two of you moaning and cursing until your orgasms fade away.
"Jesus christ." He slowly comes to a stop, and pulls out of you. He gently guides you to lie down on the bed, noting how much your body is still trembling. "Are you alright, baby?" He asks softly, leaning over to find your exhausted face. Your eyes are closed, as they have been for a good while, squeezed shut from the overpowering ecstasy you were experiencing.
"Yeah, I'm good. Just...wow." You reply somewhat lazily, opening your eyes to return to your body.
"Do you need anything, Y/N?" He asks, growing concerned. He's worried he fucked you too hard, even though you did indeed ask for it.
"Water would be great." You answer, attempting to roll over onto your back. You realize your hands are still bound behind you, however, so you stop. "You mind letting me out of these, Eds?" You request, lifting your wrists upwards. You hiss in pain, knowing you're gonna find bruises once he takes them off.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry." Eddie goes for the keys, quickly shoving one in the holes of the cuffs to let you out. He sees the dark purple marks left behind on your skin, tutting at the pain you must be feeling. "Did I hurt you, sweetheart? I'm sorry." He says apologetically, helping you sit upright.
"It's alright, Eds. I don't mind a bit of pain." You say casually, playing it off. It's not his fault, you didn't tell him to stop. If it wasn't fun for you, you wouldn't have let him keep doing it.
"Are you sure, Y/N? Those bruises are pretty dark. And they'll only be worse tomorrow." He speaks sadly, guilt lacing his voice. He sits beside you for a moment, cradling your wrists in each of his hands.
"Eddie, it's okay. I promise." You insist, turning his chin with your finger to get him to look at you. "You didn't do anything wrong, baby. There's nothing to feel bad about." You do your best to reassure him. "Okay?"
"Okay." He nods, carefully putting your hands in your lap before standing up. "I'll get you that water." He gives you a small smile, leaving the room to get your drink. You patiently wait for him, hearing various noises coming from the kitchen. A cupboard opening and closing, the faucet turning on and off. But he doesn't come back after that. Instead, you hear the freezer door open, and the unmistakable sound of ice cubes being cracked out of the tray and poured into zip lock bags. His footsteps gradually return to you, the glass of water and bags of ice in hand.
"You're too sweet, Eddie." You giggle at his thoughtfulness, his desire to take care of you.
"Here. Have the water first, then we can ice your hands." He says, giving you the glass. You take hold of it, ignoring the soreness of the tissue connecting your hand to your arm. You down the glass quickly, giving it back with a shaky grip. "Lay down, sweetheart." He kindly instructs, and you do as he asks. He gets in bed with you, giving you some space so your hands can rest at your sides. He gently lays the bags of ice down onto them, shocking your senses. But after the initial pang of cold, you start to feel relief radiating through your sore flesh. "Better?" Eddie asks after you let out a quiet sigh.
"Yes. Thank you, Eddie." You reply sweetly, leaning over to give him a quick peck.
"It's the least I can do." He gently strokes your arm with the back of his hand, gazing at you in the aftermath of what you've done together tonight. "Did you have fun? You know, besides the bruises?"
"I had a great time, Eddie. What about you?" You ask, laying your head on his shoulder.
"Are you kidding? You were amazing, Y/N." Eddie replies, still completely awestruck.
"Thank you, baby. The feeling is mutual." You say blissfully.
...after my wrists had been iced for a while, Eddie and I cuddled up together under the blanket. We exchanged a few more kisses, resisting the undeniable urge to grope each other beneath the covers. I fell asleep with his arms around me, keeping me close to his chest. I haven't slept that well in a very long time. But being in this humble room, and sharingthis warm bed with Eddie was exactly what I've been needing. I'd better go for now, he's just brought in breakfast, wearing nothing but some black boxer briefs. I can feel a round two coming on.
June 25th, 1984
Dear diary,
Eddie and I have decided to make our little night of fun into a regular thing. It's just casual, and not exclusive. I don'texactly have time for a full-on relationship right now, and Eddie's uncle is really on his ass to buckle down and pass senior year once fall rolls around. We'll hang out when we have time, take-out dinners, smoke sessions in his van, as well as all the dirty things we enjoy doing together. But there's no expectations, we'll just enjoy each other's company until the summer is over.
It does kind of suck that this arrangement comes with a built-in expiration date. But it's really for the best. I won't hide him away, just like I promised. I'm sure we'll go on plenty of 'dates', and kiss or hold hands in public. I'm definitely looking forward to every opportunity I'll get to see Eddie. He's a really great guy. If he didn't have to repeat senior year, and Iwasn't so damn busy with the store, I'd be fully prepared to commit to a real relationship with him. But life isn'texactly working in our favor, it never seems to in regards to my love life. All we can do is make themost of it, and hope neither of us get in too deep in the process.
《This is the end of entries regarding Eddie Munson. This document has been recorded and retained by The Federal Bureau of Investigation of the United States of America, for the purpose of corroborating the timeline of events in The Downfall of Hawkins, Indiana. The owner of said diary is unknown. Although, given the condition said evidence was found in, the author is presumed to be deceased.》
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thanks @greenlikethesea for tagging me! I just got back from Dykes On Mics, the London queer karaoke event of my heart, so I'm a little buzzed and as usual I'm not gonna tag anyone because I'm a bad person. just abjectly morally bankrupt, violating the tumblr social code with abandon.
are you named after anyone?
my parents are pretty religious, so my english name is from the old testament, but culturally my people don't really do the named-after-specific-individuals thing.
2. when was the last time you cried?
hmm I don't remember? I don't really cry that often, which is probably not the MOST healthy but oh well. I gotta be me! i.e. a deeply repressed individual.
3. do you have kids?
nope! I like kids and have a fair bit of experience taking care of them, I've just never felt that particular urge to become a parent myself.
4. do you use sarcasm a lot?
my sense of humor's pretty dry by default, but I think having a lot of friends from different cultural contexts has trained me out of using sarcasm too much. It's just one of those things that doesn't always translate super well.
5. what sports do you play/have you played?
unsurprisingly I'm not really a team sports person. in the past I've done a couple different forms of martial arts, fencing, a tiny bit of archery, ballroom dancing…I think that's it? an old friend of mine is running a stage combat workshop in the fall and I'm kinda thinking about getting into that.
6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?
this is gonna sound weird but stick with me: their character design. I just tend to notice stuff that seems like people making a deliberate choice about how they present themselves to the world, whether they seem to be going for a fully coordinated look or just have some pins on a bag. and sometimes you can really tell that people were like, okay, this is what I'm working with physically so I'm gonna fully lean into it. I appreciate that!
7. what’s your eye colour?
super dark brown. close enough to black that sometimes I think I look like a cartoon character.
8. scary movies or happy endings?
happy endings FOR SURE. some of my favourite books and audiodramas are horror, but when it comes to movies, I'm gonna need to be gently cradled in the tender narrative assurance of a happy ending.
9. any special talents?
hah, I literally just had an argument with some friends about whether I have special talents. technically I do music? I mean, ten years of classical piano lessons, five years of classical flute lessons, a hell of a lot of fucking around on guitar, some bass*, some choir, and the bit in purify our misfit ways where eddie gets pulled into percussion because he can read music is literally a thing from my life. that kind of makes me sound like a much better musician than I am, though; I promise I'm not actually that good, and that's not me being modest. I'm genuinely a bit mediocre, and pretty happy about where I'm at.
also, I live & work & volunteer in some pretty heavily tourist-y areas, so I'm actually pretty good at cutting through large crowds of vaguely confused people. that's a special talent that I will gladly own.
10. where were you born?
a swing state in the midwest USA. there were cornfields. I used to can my own tomatoes. my childhood friends regularly had white-tailed deer strung up in their barns.
11. what are your hobbies?
oooof so, so many. I play a lot of indie video games? music, obviously. I go to a lot of live theatre, like an average of 2 shows per week. I'm a regular at my local board game cafe. I've done a fair bit of arts & crafts. I am not currently running any TTRPGs but that's normally a fair chunk of my time. when I lived in the US I would do a lot of weekend hiking trips to national parks. I dunno, I do a lot of stuff.
eta: forgot it probably also counts that I volunteer as a public-facing science educator! I've been doing that for more than a decade with various institutions, usually a couple days per month.
12. do you have pets?
technically yes, functionally no. my mother kidnapped my cat almost ten years ago when I moved to new zealand, and refuses to give her back because it would be "too traumatic for the cat to move" but continues to refer to her as my cat. like, "your cat now eats at the dinner table with us." (the cat did not make that decision. my mother made that decision.)
I thought about getting a corn snake about four or five years ago, because I was working with them at a nature center at the time and I think they're pretty great. they also seem relatively easy to care for, and I had access to the local herp society, so I was pretty confident about my snake-keeping abilities. but then I moved to england, so.
13. how tall are you?
5'2" last I checked. yes I'm short af. yes concerts are hell.
14. favourite subject at school?
weirdly, I was pretty good at math and I liked it a lot. but when I got to undergrad, I discovered that STEM has like a whole separate GPA scale/norm, and I wanted to go to grad school for social science so I had to make a choice. in retrospect I probably could've handled a couple Bs or Cs, but it really didn't feel like that at the time.
15. dream job?
I don't believe in dream jobs, as a general rule. I've worked creative jobs, I've worked cause-based jobs, and I just don't think there's such a thing as a perfect gig. we're all just surviving capitalism, man.
*so my best friend in undergrad was dating a bassist in an indie band, and the bassist gave her old bass to him when she got a better one, and then they broke up. and that's how I got a bass to fuck around with.
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Rhiannon
"𝐑𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭"
About Rhiannon..
Born on August 20th 1980 to Francis Hemmingway and Dolores Hemmingway.
Named after the song Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac.
Lived in Amesbury outside of Boston
She/Her pronouns.
Mexican-American. Speaks very little Spanish.
Has a teaching degree for ELA, began teaching at the elementary school in Amesbury.
Was very close with her 10 year old sister, Vienna.
She was in her classroom the day of the outbreak. She took her sister from the neighboring class and ran back to her home, barricading the doors and windows and taking shelter within.
Once FEDRA had come through and taken who they could, Rhiannon and her sister settled into life after the apocalypse. They both had accepted they were probably the last people alive that hadn't been infected or taken by FEDRA. Rhiannon turned her home into a bunker, scrounging together as much food as she possibly could from the neighboring houses to help feed her sister and herself.
During the winter of 2003, Vienna came down with a bad case of pneumonia, and died a few weeks later. Rhiannon holds onto the white bunny her sister used to love, affectionately named Mr. Hops.
Rhiannon ran into Joel and his crew whenever they had raided Amesbury on the way to Boston. They had a scuffle, and Joel was close to killing her before she convinced them that she could help them by leading them to Boston.
She packed up the little she had in her home and left with the others.
While Joel kept his distance, Tommy and Tess took to Rhiannon quickly. The three were close, and Rhiannon even moved in with them at the QZ.
Joel and Rhiannon always had something between them, however Joel would always seem uninterested and had a metaphorical barrier between the two.
After Tommy left, it was just Tess, Rhiannon and Joel. Rhiannon got a job at the Fedra school, which is where she resides when the story starts out.
She is close with Ellie in the beginning, as Ellie is one of her students.
Fun facts..
She is actually a big fan of Fleetwood Mac and her namesake song.
Keeps a book in her backpack, specifically Frankenstein.
Her favorite treat is honey, just straight honey.
Made Joel read classic books. His favorite was Watership Down.
Her favorite color is lavender.
Before the outbreak, she was a great cook and would make lunches for the kids who didn't have the money for school lunch.
Mr. Hops stays with her 24/7 as a reminder of what keeps her going.
She feels heavily responsible for her sister's death and every year during Dia De Los Muertos she makes a little ofrenda for Vienna, Sarah and Tess' son. (Joel doesn't stop her, but he never looks at it.)
A/N: Here's a little look into Rhiannon :)! Joel's love interest and one of the protagonist in Will You Ever Win? I wanted to let you guys get some background on her, however I did leave out a lot of her relationship with Joel as I want to flesh that out fully within the story. :)! Let me know what you think about her, and I'll be sure to post Red's character description soon!
#joel miller#joel x oc#oc#original character#tlou#tlou hbo#joel miller x reader#the last of us#joel tlou#ellie tlou#tlou fanfiction#tlou fic#writers on tumblr#writing#i love her#my ocs#my writing#sweet baby girl
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Hi! I saw your headconnon post about Spencer Reid and I wanted to give it a try!
I'm ,30 years old female. I have short curly black hair . olive skin with a lot freckles / birthmarks, and green eyes. I'm covered in tattoos and I have my nose and lip pierced. My personal style is a mix between rockabilly and grunge. I'm very short, 4'10" and I'm a size 6 in jeans/dresses I'm petite but I do have some curves. My personality type is ESFJ, Enneagram personality type 6, Virgo Sun and Pisces Moon.
I'm very very insecure about myself. My voice my body my intelligence (I'm dyslexic) you name it
I'm a middle school science teacher, I honestly love my job even though it is really hard sometimes and it makes me cry lol
I'm Sassy, sarcastic but genuine and sweet. I have a dry sense of humor but I absolutely love puns. I'm Hardworking but also a procrastinator. I'm a kid at heart, definitely more crafty then artistic I don't like that I do not have much of back bone at times, I try to avoid conflict like it's the plague so I tend to indifferent a lot of the time too.
I'm a non judgmental person and a good listener. I have ADHD so I would lose my own head that wasn't attached to my body, so I have a lot of planers and sticky notes everywhere. I love having fun with my friends. Exploring new cafes or little things in our city. I love going to a local coffee shop on rainy nights and setting with a book and coffee, black coffee I don't like any cream.or sugar. I love the look of city lights at night. Not much of an outdoor person is endless unless it is for a concert.
I love any age or genre of rock music, I scare very easily but I love horror movies. I'm really nerdy, I love playing D&D with my friends, reading, anime, doctor who ect ect.I collect mugs. I probably have over a 120 at this point. My 15lb pekingese dog is my baby. An odd hoppy of mine is I take only liquor and wine bottles use them as vases for flower bouquets I make
How come all of you guys sound so cool bruh???
Where do I begin?
You guys have so much in common but are still such different people
Binge watching doctor who together for SURE
Speaking of remembering things, he’s so understanding about your ADHD
His eidetic memory comes in super handy! He reads your sticky notes and is your own personal calendar!!
Coffee. Dates
This boy loves his coffee
We KNOW he loves his coffee
Home coffee dates. Favorite cafe coffee dates. New cafe coffee dates
He def needs someone as non judgmental as you in his life .
Poor boy has so much trauma he needs to get out of him and having you to actively listen and care for him when he needs it is so foreign but absolutely needed.
Spence is always wondering how your day went. He wants to know alll about what happened at school.
And is there when you need to cry :(((
I think we can kind of tell that he’s not very outdoorsy
So you guys stay in a lot or go out to do things indoors.
You introduce him to a lot of new music!!!
Idk if you like Muse but I feel like it’s the perfect blend of hard rock and classical and would be spectacular for you both.
You’re the edgy he needs bro I’m not lying.
You’re still nerdy and compatible with him but you certainly have more edge and it gets him out of his comfort zones in the best way!
He pretends he’s gonna steal your dog 💀
And says it’s his son/ daughter (sorry idk what gender your dog is but it sounds cute)
What if he visited your class one time and helped you with a lesson to the kids???
That would be adorrrrrable
Anyway
Okay dnd with this boi
He gets so serious about the story lines bro
Okay you guys so rarely fight because you both hate conflict
If there is something one of you needs to bring up it’s not in an angry or accusing manner at all because neither of you like that.
Spencer is so good to you when you’re insecure.
He often times feels similar so he knows how to handle it really well.
He doesn’t overwhelm you or get upset at you but cares for you and let’s you know how he sees you. 🥰🥰🥰
#I hope you like it!!!#keep requests comin#you seem so cool!#mathew gray gubler#Spencer Reid ships#criminal minds#spencer reid#mgg ships#mgg fanfiction#spencerreid#criminal minds headcanons
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Hover Car Racer might be aimed at kids, but don’t let that dissuade you. It is a high-octane thrill ride that can be enjoyed by all ages. This is my review.
Hover Car Racer takes place in the not too distant future where transportation has been revolutionized thanks to magneto hover drives which draw power from the Earth’s magnetic field. The sports of racing has also been revolutionized by hover technology, and hover car racing draws millions of viewers and captivates countless nations. The book follows a fourteen-year-old hover car racer from Australia named Jason Chaser. Jason has just lost one of the biggest races of his life, but he’s also attracted the attention of former racing champion Scott Syracuse. Before long Jason and his little brother Bug are whisked away to the International Race School in Hobart, Tasmania. Jason and Bug are about to be in for the ride of their lives.
Yeah, if you’re thinking that this book kind of sounds like Harry Potter meets Speed Racer, you wouldn’t be too far off. That having been said, it doesn’t make the book any less enjoyable. What makes Matthew Reilly such a talented writer is the way that he is takes concepts that seem cliché and manages to make them feel fresh and exciting. He may write books that are primarily intended to be fun and entertaining, but it’s clear that he puts a lot of hard work and effort into his books.
This book had been on my to-read list for a while, and I’m certainly glad that I finally got around to it. If you’re sick of books that spend too much time on filler, padding and introspection then you’ll enjoy this book. Everything that happens has some significance in advancing the plot. The plot and action moved by like a speeding hover car, but it never felt rushed or poorly paced. This was a really fun book, pure and uncut fun. Blame it on all of the Mario Cart I used to play, but I’ve always had a soft spot for racing stories.
What I liked about Jason wasn’t so much what he was as what he wasn’t. A lot of people’s complaint with Speed Racer is that Speed is a boring invincible hero who is guaranteed to win no matter what, but that’s not the case with Jason. He has to actually work for his victories, and there are just as many times that he fails as when he succeeds. This makes all of the races genuinely suspenseful sense there’s no guarantee that Jason will come out on top. It also makes his hard work and victories feel genuinely satisfying.
There’s a ton of references to classical works scattered throughout the novel. For example, we’ve got a hero named Jason who pilots The Argonaut, flies through two clashing icebergs and towards the end of the novel he retrieves a Golden Fleece as part of the final race. Jason falls in love with a girl named Dido who ultimately proves to be a distraction on his quest. Later we see a Greek racer who pilots a car called the Arion, after the horse of Heracles, and there’s a few other references as well. You don’t have to catch any of these references to enjoy the novel, but it gives you a little something extra.
There is an audiobook version narrated by Sean Mangan. Initially I wasn’t quite sure if it would work out, since Sean is American and Jason is Australian. However, I’m happy to report that Sean more than delivers. He really does a great job bringing all of the characters to life. I guess it makes sense that the producers didn’t go with an Australian, given that Jason and his family are pretty much the only Australians in the entire book.
All in all, Hover Car Racer is a high-octane thrill ride powered by Rule of Fun and Rule of Cool. If you’re looking for a science fiction take on racing, this novel can’t be beat.
Have you read Hover Car Racer? If so, what did you think?
Link to the full review on my blog: https://drakoniandgriffalco.blogspot.com/2017/02/book-review-hover-car-racer-by-mathew.html?m=1
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What's the scariest ghost story you know?
I'm always sort of amused when I think about what a weird and out of touch person I am, because here are some examples:
1. The Mummy is a big scary movie monster, and scary movies in general are big scary movies. I don't want to be associated with that
2. The Hitchhiker's Guide is another big scary movie monster, and again, I don't want to be associated with them
3. I like horror. I like the idea of horror, more than I actually like the contents of the scary stories that I read. But there are parts of the horror fiction genre that seem to be aimed at me. (Although "gore is good" would have been a bad premise for the HHG books, as the title suggests)
4. In high school I had a "classical music and mythology" class taught by a creepy old woman (this was probably a pretty good sign for future things, but I was 11). She had some creepy things in her house (the name of which I forget, but I was always frightened of them because of their association with her). I think a lot of it was because her name was a Greek name, like "Orpheus"
5. The "old woman living by the railroad tracks" story from "Tales from Outer Suburbia," which I read on a dare or something -- that story has been in my nightmares since I was a kid
6. I used to have recurring dreams about the ghost of my grandpa trying to kill me with a kitchen knife. It would be scary at first, but then it turned out that he was just my grandpa, but my mom had divorced him (and apparently had some reason to divorce him). I don't know much about his life. I remember it being really funny
7. My mom and I used to watch a very scary and gory made-for-TV show called "Thirteen Ghosts," which was about a haunted house. The ghosts were all ghosts (i.e. they didn't have bodies, they just existed in the house). It was very scary -- the last episode was a "haunted house" and it was scary in the normal way, but in the last scene there was a huge monster that looked like an elephant and which had huge jaws and giant teeth. My mom and I laughed our asses off (my mom said it sounded like she had seen a really nasty sex movie)
8. The movie "The Ninth Configuration," which is about a haunted house, except that it's not really about the ghosts at all -- it is the ghost of the ghosts that haunt the house. They come to life and move the house around, and then they talk to the main character in the movie. I remember seeing it once and being very scared. I also remember reading a bit about the plot of this movie, and it seemed really cool, so I must have liked it very much. But I remember never actually seeing it
9. Another movie that I liked was "The Others," about haunted houses, except they are all places where someone died, and the ghosts come back to life. It's sort of like "Dead Ringers," and I think I may have liked it because one of the main characters was me and it was set in my high school. That was a weird film
10. Another movie that I liked was "Scream," but I watched it many years ago and I'm not sure if I still like it. I remember that the killer had a black mask. I think it was kind of creepy
11. I liked the book "The Girl in the Glass House," which was about a scary house. I think it was one of those books which was meant to be scary and also a love story. I liked the love story. I also liked the house, which was full of ghosts and strange things
12. At some point in time I watched a horror movie -- I forget which one -- in which the haunted house was inhabited by two sets of twin boys who were really violent and fucked people up and stuff, and there was some sort of evil computer controlling them and keeping them trapped inside their house. I think that movie might have been a part of a series that started with a very normal-looking house on the outside (I watched that one first), and then you went inside, and inside was the house that had two sets of twins, and they were all like demons in human bodies. And this was the last in the series.
I know a lot of what I'm listing here could be taken as evidence that I like other people's scary stories, that I don't actually have an appropriate personal "fear response" to things like the aforementioned Mummy and Hitchhiker's Guide and TNC, but I've actually gone to lengths to avoid things that I associate with those things, and I'm sure I'd keep avoiding them.
So, as I said, very out of touch. I'm going to continue out of touch for as long as I can, as it were.
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🎏 (marauders please :>) hi!! my name is sofia (she/her), i’m straight and 17 years old. i love reading books, playing sports, and listening to music. i’m quite talkative but i do love listening to people tell stories! happy 600 <3
𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬!
i think the two of you would be friends for a while before getting together; since sirius struggles with vulnerability, having you by his side for a few years would make it a lot easier for him to open up and tell you how he felt about you.
sirius is deeeefinitely a music snob, and if you liked the same music as him, he’d probably buy you concert tickets with that good ol’ black family fortune and get you merch and vinyls and all that limited edition stuff. before you guys became official, i could see him casually getting you front row concert tickets and asking you out. he’d pretend like it wasn’t a big deal, but internally he’d spent at least a week hyping himself up and another week or two trying to score the tickets.
but if you had different music taste, he’d want you to introduce him to everything. he’d probably ask to borrow your music more often than you listened to it yourself because to him, music was very personal. whenever he was stuck at grimmauld place, he’d listen to his metal and punk rock as a form of self expression, so he’d be really touched if you let him listen to your music.
he’d be ALL OVER YOU if you came to his quidditch matches. (but who are we kidding, you’d never miss one anyway. he just looks too good in that uniform.) as his friend, you’d been attending his games for years, but when you started dating, he got really nervous and asked you to come to his game all stutter-y and blushy. (you said yes, of course.) you, lily, dorcas, and mary would make huge signs for your respective partners and charm them to be extra bright and obnoxious. you’d be a menace to the people behind you in the stands but after the game, sirius would run up to you and shower you in kisses, telling you how much he appreciated your support.
sirius is secretly a total softie. he puts on this bad-boy persona, but i think it’s because he’s scared to get his hopes up about love after not having it for so long. even though he’s not the best student, he was raised learning french and the classics, so he’d read poetry to you if you liked it. (once he got comfortable enough with you, he’d write you poetry too. but he’d hide it under his bed until you were helping him clean his room one day and found it.)
you two would be such a hogwarts power couple. you seem super charming and sociable, and sirius is a huge flirt and always needs eyes on him. together, i think people would fawn over the way sirius softens up for you and the way you’re the only one who can tell him what to do. my man is such a simp. (maybe even bigger than james…. :000)
i'm tryna think of what ur ship name would be. ssofia? ssirius? sofirius??? sirfia?? blofia??? slack???/
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1 & 2 for book asks?
okay yes thank you!!!
book you’ve reread the most times?
this is a little interesting because thinking back there's tv shows and especially podcasts that i've relistened and relistened to but with books i tend to reread them less....that said it’s definitely either the homeward bounders (by diana wynne jones) or the marvelous land of oz (sequel to baum’s ‘the wonderful wizard of oz’ of cinematographic fame).
the homeward bounders is just?? really good?? it’s got a crazy premise and is so good at like... showing this unique pov of this 100-year old immortal preteen and taking all this stuff he goes through and how it effects him but still letting him and the other main characters have very clear personalities. it’s really good at showing effects of trauma subtly and it’s also very funny in some points! it’s also got THEMES- the way it like adapts mythology is so so good.
anyway marvelous land of oz. i still really enjoy it but the amount of times i’ve reread it is because it was a childhood favorite;- i got a kindle paperwhite for christmas at about six or seven with a bunch of public domain classics predownloaded for me and that explains so much about why i am the way i am. anyway this includes all 24 oz books but the marvelous land of oz jumped out to me the most because i really loved ozma, and it’s her introduction/solo book, which she stars in. but then when i read further i felt like she had become this perfect paragon leader (bc of. like. gender roles idk) and all the depth and complexity and comedy of her character had kind of been lost. i think i liked it for slightly different reasons as a kid- i liked the oz books in general because after the first few, oz became this perfect world it was fun to imagine. even now i get hit by the urge to reread the marvelous land of oz! and i do and i enjoy it. i want to buy this fancy illustrated edition so much... it’s always on my mind
2. top 5 books of all time?
okay so obviously there’s gonna be overlap with the above but i’ll give a straight list. this is SO subjective btw
1. the homeward bounders- i mean see above but also know that everything i was talking about? yeah its an 80s book and the plot feels SO based on that 80s thing when everyone was obsessed with d&d and thought it would make demons and monsters. fun fact
2. the war of the worlds- it’s a classic! it’s good! it’s well written! it’s got themes! but mostly something about it just hits the things i like weirdly well? i love sci fi and i also LOVE when characters go through the worst experiences of their life
3. frankenstein- i like being pretentious (this also applies to above) but no uhh legitimately it’s a really good book. BEAUTIFUL prose and the points it makes are brilliantly thought out and executed... like when we start off by walton being like i wish i had a friend!! and then we read through the whole thing and it’s got PAYOFF because a companion is the only thing the creature wants.... people could (and DO!!) analyze this book forever
4. in other lands- it’s a very clever, completely irreverent comic satire of a fantasy world that manages to end up very heartfelt and real! it’s fundamentally a coming of age story, where we watch the main characters go from 13 to... 18 i believe? somewhere around there anyway their arcs are VERY good, and the satire also has very interesting things to say about the real world
5. the marvelous land of oz- unlike the homeward bounders i can’t say much more about this.... charming kid’s book. movies do NOT do it justice and never did (and wicked does even worse. i could TALK about wicked)
bonuses i didn’t mention because they’re plays: ‘rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead’ (by tom stoppard) and ‘chitra’ (by tagore). i NAMED myself chitra so you can better bet the latter had an impact on me. that’s for personal reasons, whereas ragad is just really good and would probably be #1 on this list if i was counting it
#chitra.txt#wow this got long#books#edit: i thought i was posting this but i guess not#have this late
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