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americas1suiteheart · 10 months

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Hi! Hope you are doing well! So, Tangerine x Reader: any headcanons about Tan as a partner? Thanks!

I'm doing great in fact, thank you for the request! Headcannons are my favourite thing to write, hope this is fitted to your taste.

Dating Tangerine Would Include...

[Tangerine x GN! Reader Headcannons]

[Warnings; Violence, smoking, violence, its a bullet train fic guys]

[Notes; I love writing for Tan so much you guys have no idea, I get to cuss as much as I want to in these fics]

Oh man, he's such a softie for you, you have absolutely no idea.

He can go from being the same grumpy prick to other people and have one of the worst days but when he's around you he's calling you love and darling, clinging onto you practically and just showering you in kisses.

He's so clingy, as soon as either of you get home he's begging you to sit with him on the couch just so you could cuddle. And if your making dinner expect him to try to help but just end up holding you by your waist the whole time.

Lemon thinks it's the cutest thing how tangerine acts around you. He thinks its hilarious how quickly Tan switches up with you.

"-you're the one that doesn't fucking know how to go on about this job correctly! You're such a fucking idiot sometimes Lemon it's insu-" Tangerine yells at his brother before being interrupted by you.

"Whats going on? What are you two fighting about now?" You say in annoyance.

"Nothing darling, just please go back to the living room I'll be right there okay love," Tangerine tells you softly, pressing a kiss to your head before you leave.

"You're a right fuckin' sap for them, Tan," Lemon snickers at Tangerines change of attitude and tone.

"I'll put your fuckin' head through a wall, honest to god Lemon."

He just loves when your laying with eachother and you run your hands through his curls.

I'd like to think you help him take care of his hair actually. Like, he would know how to take care of it properly before, but he let's you put different product in his hair to make sure he doesn't miss any areas on his hair, (In reality he just wants to be touched by you in some way).

Being a part time nurse for him and Lemon definitely became a thing almost immediately after you two started dating. Constant cleaning of wounds and such, just constantly.

The days when he's on missions he's constantly texting you as much as he can, checking up on you to make sure you're doing well.

There are times where he's come home a couple days or even weeks later than he had originally anticipated without being able to contact you, and you'd be absolutely furious, (sometimes not knowing that he wasn't able to contact you at all).

"What the fuck happened, Tan! I thought you were dead. You hadn't even texted me or anything, you were supposed to be back 5 days ago! You had me absolutely worried sick!" You yell.

Tan had been gone for almost 2 weeks when the mission was only supposed to last a week. And on top of that he hadn't phoned or even tried to text you. If it weren't for Lemon telling you that they were fine 2 days before they showed up you would've assumed the worst had happened.

"I really am sorry my darling, the mission was just much harder than we'd expected and we got stuck there longer than nessasary." He explained quietly.

"But why hadn't you contacted me at all? If it weren't for lemon calling me I would've thought you two were gone for good!"

"My telephone got broken by some prick the 3rd day into the mission whilst we were fighting. And I didn't think to used lemon's phone because I was so frazzled the whole time. Really darling, I didn't mean to frighten or worry you."

"Alright.. Sorry I freaked out on you but I really was worried. I'm just glad you're okay now." You walk to Tangerine, pulling him into a hug.

" 's alright love, I'm glad you and I are good too. Let's go wash up and go to bed, I've got blood all over me and my fuckin' clothes and it don't feel too great," Tangerine says, picking you up and taking you to your shared bedroom.

Loves taking baths with you, taking turns washing eachother off makes him feel all warm inside, that you trust eachother enough at that point in your relationship. He thinks it's so sweet though.

Sometimes when he goes outside to have a smoke he'll invite you out with him so you two can just talk. If you smoke he'll probably share one with you too.

Very protective.. Being he's an assassin and all, he'd most definitely go to extremes if someone had been bothering you. Some random person flirted with you? Dead. A someone you knew in high school used to bully you? Dead. Any person that has hurt you no matter how long ago will probably end up dead.

You two are so good for eachother though. Strangely the healthiest relationship you will ever have. Please don't break this poor boy's heart. He will be absolutely devastated and blame himself for it. Underneath all of that muscle and confidence he's very emotional and sensitive.

Will ask to marry you and even possibly start a family with you if you're up for it. (Adoption or old fashioned depending on your biological sex).

Loved writing this, and I was infact so excited that I finished this in just 2 hours🤭

#tangerine x reader #tangerine bullet train #bullet train #bullet train 2022 #aaron taylor johnson #aaron taylor johnson x reader #gender neutral reader #headcannons

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cyberkunizz · 5 months

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ೃ⁀➷ ‘Cause im the right one!

|| Cuddling positions with ZB1 hyung line ||

warnings: mentions of food, mentions of stress/overworking, implied fem!reader in taerae’s part.

a/n: title from: Touch-Tone Telephone by Lemon Demon!

Not a request, maknae line ver. will be posted soon!

KIM JIWOONG ┊김지웅┊

• i just know he would love to be the big spoon!!

• he would love to pepper you with soft kisses to your temple while telling you how lucky he is to have you.

• if you wake up from a nightmare he will slowly rub your thigh as a sign he’s always here for you and would keep telling and assuring you he will never leave your side.

• would whisper you stuff like

“it’s okay darling, it was just a bad dream. but im here, i will always be here for you”

• while slowly wiping and kissing your tears away :(

SUNG HANBIN ┊성한빈┊

• he LOVES holding your hand while you’re both cuddling, it makes him feel safe.

• he would share his headphones with you while yall are cuddling and listening to music, leading to both if you falling asleep while your shared playlist is playing.

• if you wake up from a nightmare and he sees you he would hold you and whisper “its okay baby, im here for you. you’re good now, ill take care of you.” while slowly making you sit up so he can go and make you some snacks or some hot chocolate to calm you down!!

• he would love stealing small sweet pecks from you when you don’t expect it and it makes u giggle every time, making him flash you a big smile in response

ZHANG HAO ┊章昊 / 장하오┊

• he loves falling asleep on you, especially if he’s had a bad and tiresome day. :(

• would love when you play with his hair while u both whisper sweet nothings to each other.

• definitely the little spoon, but it turns out a bit awkward bc he’s probably taller than you, but he is, on rare occasions, the big spoon. when you feel sad and meed comfort he will big spoon you in his arms and tell you it’s all going to be okay.

• “ it’s okay dear, it will be fine. i’m here for you, and always will. i’ll always be by your side.” :(

SEOK MATTHEW ┊석매튜┊

• absolutely adores big spooning you while slowly untangling your hair and rubbing slow circles into your back with his thumb.

• if you aren’t feeling well he will gladly skip his gym night session and stay with you at home, comforting you and stealing soft kisses.

• if you text him asking when is he getting back home bc you are sad/aren’t feeling well, expect him to be home with your favorite food/drinks, a plushie and some flowers <3

• your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your boyfriend, Matthew, unlocking the door and softly calling out for you “baby, i’m home! i bought you a little something”. a big soft smile made its way on his face the moment he saw you retrieving from the room :)

KIM TAERAE ┊김태래┊

• he ADORES falling asleep in your arms while you play with his hair and talk about randoms things, he honestly just loves being close to you in any way.

• if he notices you’ve had a tiresomely day, he will gladly big spoon you and cuddle you to sleep, he loves you more than anything and isn’t afraid to show you he cares about you.

• if you’re not feeling well because of your period cramps and you tell him, he’s going to drop everything he’s doing only to go home and take care of you. he’s going to buy you anything you need, pads/tampons, tissues, snacks, drinks, anything you need he will bring!

•he is always happy to be alongside you and help you, no matter what!

“Don't worry, love, i’m always here for you. Please rest a bit until i come back up, ‘kay?” were the last words you heard from him as he went down, on his way to bring you some of your favorite snacks <3

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munsonslove · 2 years

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I was wondering if you could write a smut about Eddie and his girlfriend on Halloween. She wants to be Eddie, so she wears his hellfire shirt with fishnet tights and either a black skirt or shorts over it, with combat boots. If the reader could be plus sized and gains confidence with this Halloween look that would be great, but if not that’s okay too! (Inspired by your angel devil smut) But could Eddie be the dominant one in this?

Late to the Party

(18+ only)

a/n: happy halloween y'all! this idea is super cute so i hope i did it justice xx

summary: Eddie's girl decides to go as him for Halloween as a surprise.

wordcount: 2.4k

tags/warnings: fem!plussize!sub!reader, softdom!Eddite, smut, established relationship, light bondage, praise kink, unprotected p in v penetration, no use of y/n

“Alright, I’m leaving now,” your boyfriend’s muffled voice says through the speaker of the telephone, “I’ll see you in fifteen, sound good?”

“Perfect,” you reply. You were mostly finished getting ready for the Halloween party tonight, there was just one final touch needed. “Hey, can you bring the cuffs?”

“Why?” he asks, his tone turning low and raspy. You can hear the flirtatious smile in his voice. “You wanna have some fun before we leave, baby?”

“No, horndog,” you scold jokingly, “I need them for my costume.”

“Oh god, please don’t tell me you’re being a cop,” he says, “Is that why you didn’t want to tell me?”

You laugh at his distress. “No, you doof. Not a cop, but you’re not getting any more hints! I told you it’s a surprise.”

“Fine. Just know the suspense is killing me,” he complains. “By the way, did you ever find my vest?”

“Yup, it was under my bed,” you answer, “Guess you just didn’t look hard enough. It’s a good thing you’re cute.”

“Ha ha,” he deadpans. “I could’ve sworn it wasn’t there though… Weird. Anyways, guess I’ll get going. See you soon, babe. Love you.”

“Love you too!” you say before hanging up. The truth is, his denim vest wasn’t under your bed. You had gotten up and hidden it during the night so that he’d be forced to leave without it this morning when he crawled out through your window. It wasn’t like you to lie to Eddie, but the garment was an integral piece of your plan for tonight. You were going as your boyfriend for Halloween.

The idea came to you late one night, months ago when your relationship was still fresh. Eddie had snuck you out and driven you to Lover’s Lake. Despite it being summer, the air held an unexpected breeze that left you shivering. He noticed right away, and shrugged his jacket off to wrap it around your shoulders. At first, you felt an ugly wave of self consciousness. The girlfriends you see on TV and in movies would have been able to simply wear their boyfriend’s jackets, but considering your arms were bigger than his, you knew they wouldn’t fit in the sleeves comfortably. Your man always had a way of putting your anxiety at ease though, and you forgot all about any embarrassment when he caressed your face and said that you looked like ‘a prettier version of him’.

That throwaway comment led to this moment, looking in your bathroom mirror and smoothing down your new skirt. It was shorter than you’d ever worn out in public, but you were doing this for your Eddie, and he always said he’s a sucker for your thighs. Still, you can’t help but feel somewhat silly. Since the vest didn’t have sleeves, you were able to slip it on- but it obviously didn’t fit you as loosely as it did him. Fortunately, the Hellfire shirt tucked into your skirt was slightly baggy on you (as per requested when Eddie offered to make you one), so that helped to quiet your confidence issues. The rest of your costume consisted of black combat boots, fishnet tights, a black bandana, and some of the rings Eddie had gifted you from his own personal collection. On the counter by the sink was a belt you planned to wear tonight, waiting for the handcuffs you were going to use in place of a buckle. Once that was settled, your outfit would be complete.

You spent the fifteen minutes it took Eddie to drive his van from the trailer park to your house fidgeting with your hair and wondering if you should apply more makeup. When you heard a familiar pattern of knocks, you called out ‘it’s open!’ and listened as he let himself in and looked around for you.

“Where’re you hiding, babe?” he called out with a relaxed laugh. “You’re not gonna try to jump out and scare me, are ya?”

“In here,” you replied while sticking your arm out the partly open bathroom door. “Hand me the cuffs so I can finish and show you!”

Heavy footsteps get closer and closer until cold metal slips into your hand. Once you grab a hold of it, you retract your arm and slam the door shut, shaking your head at his whining about wanting to see you already. He had graciously unlocked them for you, but threading them through the tight leather belt loops still took a little work. After you were done and satisfied with the way it looked, you fastened it around you where the waistband of your skirt laid and exited the bathroom.

Eddie had left the hallway in the time it took for you to fix up the belt, but you were able to find him easily in the living room. He stood facing the TV that was still playing the ‘A Nightmare on Elm Street’ tape you rented, and he was absentmindedly watching it while swaying his hips and waiting for you. The sight of him in his vampire costume made you chuckle. It was just his usual clothes with a knee length satin cloak and plastic fangs (which were held in his crossed arms instead of being worn). The cloak was black with bright red lining, and had an exaggerated collar that used hidden wires to stick up by his ears. His face lit up and broke out in a smile when he heard you laugh. He looked up from the TV excitedly, but his jaw dropped instantly and his hands dropped the fake teeth when he saw you. Eyes raked you up and down, taking an especially long time to go over your stocking-clad thighs.

“You’re… me?” he finally says, eyes full of adoration and the smile returning to his face.

“Surprise?” you reply, your shyness still lingering despite his seemingly positive reaction. “I thought it’d be kinda funny… but if you think it’s dumb I could always change.”

He doesn’t like that suggestion at all, and immediately surged forward to wrap his arms around you. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he says as he tackles you down onto the couch.

As you fall down onto the cushions, you screech in shock and burst into a fit of giggles as your boyfriend pecks short kisses all over your face and neck.

“You’re so hot. You’re gonna be the hottest girl at the party. You’re the hottest anywhere we go,” he says in between kisses.

“So you really like it?” you ask, though the worry you had has melted away.

“Like it? I love it!” he answers. “Now every single person there will know exactly who you belong to.”

“Eddie, we’re gonna be late!” you complain halfheartedly. In reality, you wanted him to keep going.

“I can be fast!” he promises, “Just give me twenty minutes, babe. You know I can make you feel so good with twenty minutes.” You make a mental note to wash the couch cushions when you get home tonight.

Knowing that you were looking forward to the party, he really does try to be fast. Right away, Eddie sits you up and slides the vest down your arms and the t-shirt up your torso. Then, he reaches behind you and unclasps your bra before practically ripping it from your body. Now that you’re bare from the waist up, there’s nothing stopping him from partaking in one of his favorite pastimes. His lips connect once more to your neck and travel down past your clavicle to your chest. He gently pushed you to be laying down again, continuing his kisses down your body. The space heater in the living room was turned off since you were expecting to leave as soon as you showed off your outfit, so the cool October air drafting in through the cracked windows contrasted by Eddie’s warm presence above you felt magical.

“Gonna let me have my way, baby?” he whispered against your heated skin, his voice low and raspy. “Gonna let me do whatever I want to you?”

Lowering your inhibitions and releasing your control, and knowing that your partner has you and will take care of you, that was the best part of sex in your opinion. Luckily, Eddie’s opinion was the exact opposite, so your relationship worked perfectly.

“Yes,” you moaned, ready for whatever he had in store for you. “God, Eds. Need you so bad.”

Eddie reaches into his back pocket to retrieve a set of keys that you recognize from many steamy nights (and mornings and afternoons). He unlocks the cuffs you fashioned into a buckle and pulls them off of you, letting the leather belt fall without care. You’re completely pinned by his weight as he sits on top of you with his knees bent at your sides, and he stares down at you with excited eyes as he tosses the keys onto your coffee table. He grabs your elbow and lifts your arm up, then takes the now opened cuff and positions it at your wrist. There’s a subtle clicking as he closes it, keeping one of his fingers between your skin and the metal so it wouldn’t be too tight. When one side is done, he moves to the other, repeating the same process.

“They’re not too tight, baby?” he asks when he's done. “It doesn’t hurt?”

You wriggle your wrists to check. “No, they’re okay.”

He shuffles down until he’s sitting between your legs and spreads them apart. It’s hard to get a good look at him from this angle, but you’re pretty sure you hear him undo the button on his jeans. The sound of a zipper reaches your ears, and then you can feel him shimmy his pants and boxers down to his knees. Instead of pulling your skirt and stockings down, he lifts the fabric up to your belly and threads his fingers in the holes of the fishnets. There’s a quiet ripping sound as he tears the netting of the crotch wide open.

“Eddie!” you exclaim.

“What?” he laughs, “Your skirt will cover it. No one else but me is gonna be getting into these pretty little panties, anyway.”

Ignoring your grumbling, he pushes your panties to the side and rubs his thumb up and down your slit, simultaneously stroking his dick with his fist. Your breath hitches in your throat as he lines his head up with your entrance and just waits there, pressing against your hole but offering no relief.

“Eddie,” you whine, “please. Don’t tease.”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he apologizes insincerely, “just wanted to hear you beg all pretty for me one more time before I filled you up.”

Finally, he pins your bound wrists above your head as he pushes into you with one deep thrust and starts pumping in and out. He wastes no time starting out slow when you’re already this wet and willing, but speaking from experience you know that he’s holding back. Even still, the pace he sets has you moaning loud enough that you briefly worry about the neighbors until one of his hands moves to rub your clit. His fingers masterfully circle it in just the way he’s come to learn that you like. Tension builds up slowly, and you can feel all your muscles clenching in anticipation.

“I’m gonna cum,” you warn, instantly regretting saying anything. He would surely not let you cum without permission.

“Hold it,” he demands, no hint of leniency in his tone. Typical.

“Fuck,” you whine. “Please, Eddie, please!” The man above you simply rolls his eyes with a smirk.

He leans down to kiss you, but doesn’t take any pity on you. “Sound so pretty, baby,” he coos at you softly when he pulls away. “Feels good right? Being mine?”

“So good,” you answer truthfully. As big of a tease as he is, he knows with confidence that you’re in complete ecstasy. “Please, I wanna cum so bad.”

“Just a little longer, sweetheart,” he promises. “You can do it. You’re my good girl.”

And damn him, he’s fully aware being called that only edges you further. “I- I can’t Eds-”

“Yes, you can,” he cuts you off, “It’s tough, huh? You just want your pretty little cunt to be leaking my cum already, don’t you?”

“Y- yes,” you respond weakly, nodding your head while scrunching your eyes closed.

“But you have to be patient,” he orders, amused with your desperation. “Because you don’t have a choice, pretty girl. I’m in control.”

All you can do is continue nodding as you hopelessly tense up in an attempt to hold off your impending orgasm. You start squirming underneath him, trying to focus on the friction of your polyester couch rubbing against your netting covered legs instead of the euphoric sensations forcing you closer to the metaphoric finish line. He pumps into you approximately ten more times before he finally tells you exactly what you need to hear.

“Okay, baby. Cum for me.”

Suddenly, a fuse blows, and electricity pulses through your body. The combined stimulation of your clit and repeated pounding on your g-spot lead to an orgasm that is both intense as well as deep and full bodied. Your toes curl in your boots and your wrists strain against the metal cuffs harshly in a way that will surely leave behind marks.

“Fuck, Eddie!” you cry out, unable to really put words to what you’re feeling.

“Yeah, me too,” Eddie replies, quieter but sounding just as wrecked, as he releases into you.

It takes a few minutes for you to feel like you’ve fully come back to Earth, and when you catch your breath, your boyfriend is collapsed on top of you. His nose is buried almost uncomfortably in your neck, but the closeness that grants you makes it more than worth it.

“Alright, handsome,” you say after finding your voice, “Up and at ‘em. We’re getting dangerously close to being too late for ‘fashionably late’”.

Eddie groans against your shoulder but gets up anyway, pulling out slowly and swiping up any of his seed that leaked out only to finger it back inside you. He’s humming contently to himself as he works on freeing your wrists and helping you get your costume back to looking presentable. The entire time, a satiated smile never leaves your face. ‘I love you’s are exchanged as you both exit through the front door.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things smut #stranger things fanfic

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starleska · 1 year

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hi! im a really big fan of your fanfics (especially the wally ones) and i’m really curious to know what are songs that you associate with him?? please don’t be afraid to share!!! i really like talking and gushing over wally darling with a fellow wally simp lol

hey there anon!! 💖 aww my goodness you are so lovely, thank you!! it brings my heart so much joy that you like my writing...i can't believe the surge of wonderful feedback fired my way over this past week 🙈🙈 what a fun question!! there's a few songs i associate with Wally right now, and i'm sure more will pop up as we learn more about him;;; some are less overt, and more to do with Wally x Reader vibes - or, my terrible musical taste/hallucinating scenarios while listening to the same twenty songs 😂 fun simp challenge!! have a listen to a few of these with your eyes shut, thinking about Wally. you're guaranteed to have a good time 😉

Songs I Associate with Wally Darling:

Touch-Tone Telephone by Lemon Demon. no one could've seen this one coming 😂 no, as soon as i discovered Welcome Home i knew i'd finally found the right character to edit this song with. the conspiracy theory, cryptic vibes, slight desperation and of course retro-phone theming all work so well for Wally! 🥰

Out of My Mind by CG5. total coincidence that this banger dropped just as i learned about Welcome Home, and there's something cathartic and hypnotic about that repetitive chorus that fits with a lot of theories about Wally's struggles with Home...i had this one on repeat while writing The Nightmare Picnic 👀

An Unhealthy Obsession by The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra. this one's for all the yandere!Wally fans out there - i think every person who's a fan of terrifying, obsessive characters loves this song 😉 this is the one had on repeat while writing those yandere!Wally headcanons - i actually included it to listen to whilst reading in the original post, but i ran out of space!! 🙈

INSANE by Black Gryphon & Baasik. i know, strike me down for including a song made specifically for another Tumblr Sexyman on this list!!! but come on - the static, the showmanship, the overt friendliness masking a smiling, curious sadism...don't pretend like you don't enjoy this take on Wally, i've seen the fanart 😂

LA Devotee by Panic! at the Disco. this one's jam-packed with fun occult imagery and all about fame and obsession, so it feels perfect for our children's puppet show ARG!! something about it just hits right with how the fandom perceives the darker side of Wally 😳 i'm listening to this a lot at the moment as i've got a Metalocalypse MEP part to this song in the works, but my thoughts can't help wandering to Mr. Darling;;

Super Psycho Love by Simon Curtis. lord help me, you can tell i was in the AMV-making community in the late 2000s/early 2010s 😂 this song's a staple for attentive, manipulative, obsessive characters...even if we end up being totally wrong, and Wally is a Darling in more than name, we'll always have fun with our unhealthily possessive fantasies 🥰

Teenage Dream by Katy Perry. hey, i'm a basic bitch - i love listening to sugary-sweet, fluffworthy AMV music whilst writing my x Readers 🙈💖 a lot of the folks who request Wally often bear a little bit of their souls when asking - revealing insecurities about themselves, and wanting to be reassured he'd love them anyway. this is such a pretty, nostalgic song, and i think it captures the softness with which many of us would like to be treated by him ✨

Crush by Mandy Moore. similar to the last entry, yet leaning even more into that bubblegum romance vibe...i'm simply weak for blushy crush scenarios 🥴💖 i like this one a lot for x Readers, especially an embarrassed Reader absolutely overcome with how precious they find Wally 💖

Stray Italian Greyhound by Vienna Teng. one of my favourite songs of all time, and the perfect choice if you want your heart to ache 💔 i think this is a wonderful choice when thinking about a hurt Reader...someone who has fully given up on love, only to be confronted with Wally's relentless sunshine personality and falling head over heels 🥺 this song speaks to why i think many of us are infatuated with Wally...his charm coming from that childlike outlook, his tendency to love everything and everyone. lots of us could benefit from that kind of unconditional love, i think;;

#wally darling x reader #wally darling x you #wally darling #welcome home #welcome home arg #starleskasks

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iheartjohnlennon · 6 months

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hii, can you write Mick Jagger x famous fashion designer!female reader in which he irritates and begs her to design and sew Bianca's wedding dress until she accepts but then they often have sex and make out during "creative discussions" and when the dress is finally ready they kind of end up getting married instead? with THE dress.

Is it considered steal the groom if the groom himself takes the initiative to exchange the bride? lol this is kind of fucked up and I'm going to feel bad for Bianca but I think it's something Mick would definitely have the nerve to do. I honestly think it would be one of Rock's most tragicomic and iconic stories if it had happened.

I hope you see the appeal as I did, but feel free to ignore it if that's not your cup of tea. LOVE <3

'Luna, amore e no'

London, early '71

Tags: Infidelity, Smut, Orgasm, Emotional Conflict, Resolved Sexual Tension

A Saturday night in Chelsea

The boutique was adorned with fabrics that were shades and tones of purple, pink and white. Delicate mannequins were draped in her coquettish designs, and a scent of perfume filled the space.

It was a haven she had beautifully thought up for herself, and the thought had managed to garner her acclaimed and revered attention.

This shop in Chelsea was particularly popular, but now there was a quiet stillness of the Saturday evening, and it was a welcome change from the bustle of London during the daytime.

The clock struck 9 PM when Y/N entered the boutique, her sketchbook clutched in hand.

Her footsteps echoed through the front room and into the retail area before she entered her beloved office.

She shed her coat and placed her sketchbook down. She was about to settle into her desk chair with a few of her textiles in hand when she heard it ring.

"Oh, Christ."

She threw down her silks and needles onto the nearby couch. The telephone had begun ringing, and she knew it was going to continue incessantly. She also knew it was going to do her head in.

She toyed with the idea of ignoring it, or perhaps letting it ring a little longer. Maybe he'd give up. But it persisted, each chime a reminder of his stupid determination. The reason why she lingered to pick up, was because she knew exactly who was calling, and why he was calling.

Although his want was clear the first time they very briefly spoke on the phone, he wanted more than that, and that loosely intrigued her.

Mick had strategically been ringing every Saturday when he could. It was a way to let her know he wasn't going to let her get away easily, not without having some part of her. She sighed into her seat and focused on her book, flicking through concepts and sketches.

"Fucking hell, it's like clockwork for him."

Her patience had quickly worn thin and she leaned forward, her fingers navigated the rotary dial. The ringing had finally ceased, replaced by a muffled dialogue.

The phone's receiver, cool against her palm, spoke to her.

"Evening darling."

"Hello."

"Ah, Y/N, always a pleasure to hear your voice."

She was taken aback, yet swiftly regained her composure and brushed off his subtle flirt.

"What is it that you want, Mr Jagger?"

Mick's voice was ribbon and it flowed into one ear and right out of the other.

"Well, I was hoping for a chat with the most sought-after woman in London."

She couldn't suppress a scoff.

"Yes, yes, yes, of course, but what is it that you want?" She pressed dismissively.

"I want the pleasure of your company."

Y/N's brow quirked, feeling an incredulity.

"Company? Mr Jagger, we haven't even agreed to a meeting."

Mick was unfazed and pushed on.

"Well, Bianca adores your work, you know. She'd be over the moon to have you design for her."

She tutted, "Oh, how touching. I'm sure she would."

"You really should give her the wedding dress she deserves, Y/N. I promise you won't regret it."

Y/N's breath hitched, caught off guard by the sweet audacity of his words. He was, after all, soon to be wedded.

"I'm sure Bianca would be thrilled to hear you're so invested in her gown."

Mick chuckled.

"Well, she deserves nothing but the best, and you, you are the best."

"Do you have a penchant for dresses, Mick?" She teased.

His response was swift and sincere.

"I have a penchant for the woman making the dresses."

She giggled, unable to stifle the sound. His persistence was both exasperating and endearing.

Mick was still adamant.

"You're the perfect designer for this, Y/N. Please, just give me- us a chance."

"Mhm."

Mick had to find more fuel, any excuse or plea to see her.

"She's genuinely taken with your talent, Y/N. You're the only one she trusts for this."

Her resolve wavered, swayed by his flattery. With a soft sigh, she relented.

"Fine, fine. We'll meet."

He wasted no time in setting a date. "Yes, next Friday evening, preferably when we have the place to ourselves?"

"Ooh, just us, then?" She teased.

"I'd like that." He answered without hesitation.

She raised an eyebrow.

Mick's confidence remained unshaken.

"Regardless, love, I'll be waiting eagerly for our meeting, next Friday.

"Fine, next Friday it is."

She scrawled the date on a notepad, it was a flimsy agreement.

"I can't wait to see you, Y/N."

See he said. Why not meet? This was only business after all.

"Likewise, Mick, likewise."

"Y/N, you're a gem, you know that?"

"Oh, don't let this get to your head, Jagger. It's just a design."

"Just a design? This is Bianca's dream we're talking about!"

"Well, I wouldn't ever dream of standing in the way of your wedding would I?"

"And I wouldn't dream of keeping you waiting."

He had said that suggestively, although she didn't want to see it that way.

"Good. I have a reputation to uphold, after all, you know."

"And what a reputation it is."

She smiled and decided to cut his unwavering flattery short, "Goodbye, Mick."

"Goodbye, Y/N."

When Mick heard the click of the phone, it was a call back to reality, and that reality was enticing.

The Friday

The door chimed and Y/N was standing poised near the entrance for him. Mick wasn't alone. He had brought a photographer with him by the looks of it, and he seemed eager to capture every moment of this collaboration.

There was an attraction between them as they stood close.

He immediately extended his hand, the gesture was as smooth and as handsome as the man himself.

Mick's eyes traced the contours of her form. He wasn't one for simple impressions and wanted her to know he was intrigued.

"Mick." She greeted simply.

"Y/N, it's a pleasure."

He pulled her hand to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss to her knuckles.

She cleared her throat, regaining her composure.

"Likewise. How have you been?"

"Nervous, very nervous, but I have faith in your talents, love."

"As you should." She said snarkily.

"You look even better in person, if that's possible."

"Oh. Thank you."

The unexpected compliment hung in the air, and a charged pause settled between them.

Her eyes flitted to her watch, cautious of time, even though they had lots of it.

"Well, Mick, you know it's bad luck for the groom to get too close to the dress before the wedding. You might have to stay away from me." She joked.

He smiled, and with that, Y/N turned, beckoning him to follow her to an office.

She couldn't shake the feeling of Mick's eyes being all over her.

When the door closed, the air seemed to shift. They were in a smaller more intimate space.

Mick settled into a plush chair, and his thoughts were consumed by the captivating designer who had finally walked into his life. She'd been in many other lives, whether through a purchase or a fling, but he was glad it was his turn now.

She cast a glance back at him as she ruffled through, "Make yourself comfortable, Mick."

Y/N bent over her desk as she rifled through the drawers. Mick watched her with an almost fascination. To him, she was a marvel, an artist in her element. Each motion seemed to carry a kind of ethereal grace that held him in attention.

With everything she needed gathered in her arms, she approached him and sat on the arm of the chair.

Y/N reached for a glass of wine, preparing for the storm that was going to be this wedding.

"So, what's on your mind, then?" She asked casually, taking a slow sip.

His eyes wandered over the sketches but he didn't seem to be all that interested, he seemed bored.

"This silhouette here." He pointed to a sketch of something puffy, and she thought that it didn't suit Bianca's figure. She also thought it seemed inappropriate to be chatting about the bride's dress with the groom, but whatever.

"How about this one, here instead?" Y/N flicked to a page of things more form-fitting and flat.

Mick's eyes looked to a particular design on the page, another choice that seemed miles away from Bianca's taste. "This one," he mused, his finger tapping the paper. "It's got a flair, a vibrancy. What do you think?"

She sighed and looked down at him, he had a stupid smile on his face, he'd had it since he had walked in.

"I think you're very distracted, Mick."

He let out a hearty laugh and swiftly took her cup of wine.

"What do you mean, darling?" he quipped, trying to sound innocent, though the cheekiness in his tone betrayed him.

With a sigh, Y/N stood up and carefully arranged everything on her rug.

She slipped off her shoes to get comfortable on the floor and undid the top button of her blouse.

"Come here, Mick." She gestured for Mick to join her, her voice was warm and inviting to him.

She looked sultry sitting on her rug, and he wondered if she was making an innuendo for them to shag on the floor or something.

Everything was spread out before them. Y/N's patience wore thin and she implored for the final time, "Are you going to be serious this time?"

"Hm..." He said childishly.

"No, Mick," she insisted, her voice firm. "Answer the question. Are you going to be serious this time?"

He relented, only because he liked her demand.

"Alright, I'll be serious," he declared, his arm moving to encircle her waist.

She removed his arm and shifted, settling on her knees.

Mick shifted his position to mirror hers. He sat on his knees, somewhat determined to focus.

"Thank you, Mick. Now, a pattern, any pattern you can think of."

"Something floral, understated but not dull, you know?"

She nodded resolutely and wrote notes whilst drawing little concepts beside them. Mick was watching in awe, she couldn't place why, this was the most boring part of it.

"I haven't stopped thinking about you since I got engaged. I'm enamoured with your work, you know." He confessed.

Why did he have to say since he got engaged, it sounded like he was expressing his love for her over Bianca, and she dreaded that thought.

"What do you mean?" She asked, timid.

"You're my favourite designer, Y/N. There's no one better."

She tutted and shook her head, "Oh, come now. I'm sure there are better."

"Nah, I'm convinced you're a creative genius." Mick giggled.

"And I'm convinced you have a way with words." She deadpanned.

"Trust me, Y/N. You're my favourite."

"Right. Well, let's discuss the dress. What colour are you envisioning?"

She changed the subject, fearing that what she thought Mick was thinking would materialise.

"How about orange?"

"Orange?"

"Yeah, why not?" He said sarcastically.

"Stop it now."

"Alright, alright, obviously white."

"Obviously, but what shade of white?"

"Dunno, suppose you'll have to surprise her."

"Okay." She groaned and rightfully decided she wasn't going to ask Mick for anything, ever.

She leaned over him to grab something, and his arm once again found its way around her waist, an intimate hold, like he was trying to show affection. It was a move that was becoming all too familiar, and she didn't like that.

"Come on, Mick," Y/N sighed, frustration evident in her voice. "What are you doing?"

Mick didn't want to beat around the bush, not with her.

"This is getting a bit dull, don't you think, love?" he suggested.

Y/N's brow furrowed in disbelief, struggling to keep up with the sudden turn of events. "What's gotten into you?"

"You haven't caught on yet?" he teased.

She mustered a shaky breath, "I did, but I was hoping you'd spare us both the bloody trouble."

"I haven't even scratched the surface, love."

His arm was still around her waist, so he pulled her closer until they were nose-to-nose.

He closed the distance between them, his lips meeting hers in a hard kiss.

Y/N moved back abruptly, her disgust palpable. "You've lost your mind, Mick. You're engaged, and I'm designing her dress. This is sick- you are sick."

He shrugged.

"Well, she's not the one, love. Not by a long shot."

"Then who is?"

Before she could process the weight of her own question, Mick kissed her. He started it soft. There was a gentle brush of lips, a mingling of breath. His arms circled her waist and as the kiss deepened, so did the intensity. Their tongues swirled together, tasting the wine they shared. The world outside seemed to blur, leaving only the spontaneous connection between them.

Y/N's hand remained on Mick's chest, her fingers curling against the fabric, her voice barely above a mumble as she uttered his name. Still, he didn't stop. Instead, he kissed her deeper, his hand moving to grab her bottom.

They both pulled away at the same time, their breaths mingling in the charged air. Mick's eyes held a mixture of desire and uncertainty as he looked at her.

He cleared his throat, "Should we stay here on the floor, or find a more comfortable spot?"

Mick was very confident, so confident he didn't bother to use perception, though he didn't need to in this circumstance.

"A couch sounds nice," she replied, mischief in her eyes.

They untangled themselves, their movements carried a sensuous grace. Making their way to the nearby couch on the other side of the room, the atmosphere seemed to thicken, the unspoken promise of what awaited them palpable in the air.

He took her by surprise, his hands pushed her forwards over the arm of the couch so she could be bent over for him.

Mick pulled her closer, his hands moving down her body as he unzipped the back of her skirt and eased it off her hips. He sighed with as the fabric rustled around her ankles. He tugged on the waistband of her tights and dragged them to the floor.

"Do you feel me, hm?"

He pressed himself into her and it was teasing both of them.

She looked back at him, "I feel you.."

The sound of leather on metal clinked in her ears as he pulled the belt from its loops. His trousers were made into a pile around his ankles, leaving him with his boxers.

Mick held her hips and pressed himself against her, she could feel the warmth of his cock through the thin fabric of his underwear.

His hands found her panties, he pulled them to one side and he thrust harder, pushing his erection against her bare cunt.

"Mm, Mick."

He thrust two fingers into her eagerly, enjoying the sensation of her cunt clenching around them. She giggled at the sudden intrusion, and he pushed his fingers in and out of her faster, eager for more. He moved his fingers more vigorously as she became wetter.

He removed his fingers, and pulled off his boxers. His cock bounced free; he couldn't wait any longer to be inside of her. He stroked himself twice, savoring the feeling. The head of his hardness was tapped against her entrance, then slid inside of her, inch by inch. He lightly stretched her open, allowing himself to fully enter. He groaned when he filled her up completely, and only slowly moved in and out.

He went from the tip of cock to the middle of his cock. She was so wet for him. He went balls deep a few times, light taps filled the room with each time he did so.

Her back arched as his dick slid in and out of her, the fuck was swift.

He drove into her with an intense passion. She looked back at him with wide eyes, a mix of pleasure and desperation.

Mick's thrusts were deep and unyielding, directly hitting her g-spot with every movement. Her walls clenched involuntarily as the sensation grew, seeming to never end.

Mick was getting close so he fucked into her harder. Her body slid back and forth beneath him, her stomach moving against the arm. She moved her hips back, urging him on.

"Fuck." He groaned.

He was getting close so he fucked into her harder. Her body slid back and forth beneath him, her stomach moving before the arm. The sensation of her warm skin made him shudder.

He pulled out just in time, his penis coated in sticky white fluid. She got up promptly to kiss him, excited.

Her lips clasped against his and for a moment it was as if no time had passed between them, but then she broke the seal of her mouth and trailed kisses down his chin and neck to his shoulder blade

They were giddy from their illicit activity, like teenagers sneaking away to do each other right under their parents' noses.

Well, it was under someone's nose.

#60s rock #vintage #the rolling stones #mick jagger #keith richards #brian jones #Mick Jagger x reader #rock music #fanfic

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dissociatED ch. 2

the girls (edd and eddy) are no longer fighting

“Greetings! You’ve reached Eddward. Unfortunately, I’m unable to take your call at the moment. If you will, please leave a brief message with your name, and telephone number, and I’ll return your call as soon at my earliest convenience. Thank you!”

Eddy mocked the nasally voice under his breath after hanging up and tossing the phone onto the foot of his bed. It was bad enough that he would yet again be the one admitting defeat in another of their standoffs. Now he had to wait for a call back just to apologize? Restless with frustration, he hopped off his bed and paced around his bedroom as if to follow his train of thought.

He’s ignoring me. He’s gotta be! His phone’s literally attached to his hip with that tacky ass belt holster. He shuddered to think of the gauche accessory.

Maybe Ed’s sixth sense was wrong and he’d finally fucked it up for real this time. The only logical explanation was that Double Dee had reached his threshold for Eddy’s bullshit once and for all and would never forgive him. One dickish remark too many. And the last one was a doozy.

“So you’re not coming?” The breath hitched in Eddy’s throat released as a scoff.

“Eddy, if you'd-”

“Y'know, I only agreed to go cuz you looked like you were gonna fucking cry when I said I didn’t want to. Here I was, willing to embarrass myself for you and you’re gonna flake?” He scowled at the shiny plastic garment bag hanging from the frame of his closet.

Edd rolled his eyes at the guilt trip. He looked down at his notepad where ‘sorry’ was scrawled several times in a hodgepodge of print and cursive.

"Due to a… discrepancy in scheduling, I've had to make a few discommodious adjustments to a-accommodate an important - mandatory, in fact - meeting of the associated student body… Believe you me, if there was a way I could be there, I would.” Edd should have left his sputtering at that, but felt compelled to inject additional awkwardness. “Yessiree. Front row." His teeth scraped his lip while he hoped against hope that his lousy excuse would be accepted with minimal scrutiny.

"You lie like a cheap rug! If you cared so much, you'd find a way to be here."

Edd’s cheeks were burning. Though he considered himself to be fairly skilled in the art of prevarication, he should have known better than to think he’d get one over on Eddy “Spinner of Yarns” McGee.

"Y-You don't understand," he choked. Citing the enervating anxiety he felt about venturing back to Peach Creek sounded like even more of a cop out in his head than the nonexistent meeting. In all truth, the mere thought of taking in its familiar sights, sounds and smells for an entire day worsened his chronic shortness of breath. Not to mention the hours-long trip just to get there. Before he could find the words, a gruff voice interjected.

"Forget it, you're doin' me a favor. Just wish you'd told me before I rented the fuckin' robe." he bluffed, knowing full well his parents weren't going to let him skip commencement after they paid for his cap and gown. "And I don't get why you feel the need to lie. You know you suck at it.”

"Yes well," Edd cleared his throat before making another attempt to explain. "Your and Ed’s educational milestone is important to me, Eddy. Unfortunately, I have other obligations." His unintentionally stony tone prompted a softening of his next words. "I do hope you'll still attend. Earning a high school diploma is quite an achievement for you."

"For me? What the hell’s that s'posed to mean?!"

"I meant nothing by it! Though I'm sure you'd agree, things were a bit touch and go for a while there." Eddy remained silent during his friend's dramatic pause.

His trudge to the educational finish line had indeed been a struggle, which was why he was so hurt by Edd ditching. Their off and on tutoring sessions over the years were the only reason he maintained a solid 2.3 GPA. Apparently that all meant nothing now.

"I’m very proud of you, Eddy."

"Uh-huh. Not proud enough, apparently." The cantankerous little cad couldn't help it. If there was a snide remark to be made, his soul wouldn’t rest until he was the one to make it. "All that belly achin’ you do about your parents - now look at you! You’re acting just like ‘em."

Edd's wide eyes blinked incredulously at such an emotional sucker punch. They’d exchanged their fair share of injurious insults across years of tumultuous friendship, but their tacit agreement not to exploit certain vulnerabilities had never been breached. During even their worst tiffs, he wouldn’t have dreamed of such a low blow from someone who claimed to be his best friend.

Eddy's knee bounced furiously while he waited for a response to his odious words that hung like Ed’s B.O.. It was a shitty thing to say, sure, but what kind of jerk misses their buddy’s graduation? As far as he was concerned, he was the real victim here. So he doubled down.

“You can tell Ed too, cuz I’m not in the mood for the waterworks.”

Rustling was heard on the other line before the call disconnected.

Edd froze with his hand gripping the front door knob of his shared apartment. The deadbolt clicked with the turning key, then the door gave way to his weary shoulder. He was still adjusting to the culture shock of seeing how people lived when they didn’t have a pathological need for order. Living with strangers - living with anyone was taking Edd much longer to get used to than expected.

Indignation boiled his insides while he stood eyeing the open floor plan from the doormat. As he stepped inside, he kicked the folded corner of an area rug back, and picked up a couple of throw pillows from the middle of the floor. Loose filler paper spilled from the open pocket of a backpack tossed on the couch. He brought his hands up to his temples to serve as blinders to the squalor as he continued toward the hall.

Being the friendly folks they were, his roommates frequently reminded him that he was in fact allowed to come out of his room. Edd always politely declined, confounded by the concept of relaxing in a room that hadn’t been dusted in recent memory. At this point, it was clear that his colleagues were less than receptive to his sermons on the advantages of sanitization, organization and minimalism. Now he just did his best to ignore the unvacuumed floors, the sinkful of dishes and clutter collecting dust on every flat surface. It was just his luck to be housed with two people whose filth gave Ed a run for his money. A lineup of empty soda cans was swiped off the kitchen table by the messenger bag jutting from Edd’s hip as he zipped by. He startled at the noise, but stuck to his resolution to no longer clean up after capable adults.

The door of his austere refuge opened to cool, purified air, subtly scented with lavender from a reed diffuser. He entered just far enough to close the door and hang his bag and windbreaker from the hook on the back. The mattress protector and sheets crinkled as he plopped onto the twin bed and plucked his hat off for a vigorous massage of his tender scalp. As he folded over and tugged at his double knotted shoelaces, he glanced up and saw the phone he’d left on his desk all day.

He first realized it was missing during mid-morning breakfast with his ESL conversation partner. Mostly unbothered, since incoming phone calls were a rarity these days, it slipped his mind before he even finished his crepes. It wasn’t until early evening that he was reminded of its absence when his steel guitar tutee was ten, then twenty minutes late for their lesson. He attributed the absence to end-of-summer blues, but just in case, he tucked his shoes off to the side and grabbed the little nylon pouch. His heart sank when he flipped the screen up and saw that he’d missed six calls from one of the few numbers he had saved.

"Hello?"

"Eddy? I-I'm so sorry, I… I was in a rush as usual and forgot my cell phone at home this morning. Is everything okay?" While waiting for an answer, he’d been recounting a list of worst case scenarios and going over the most logical reaction for each.

"Aye, Sockhead! Long time no talk?" He cringed at the poor attempt at sounding more composed than he felt. "Uh, how are ya?"

"I’m returning your call. Well, calls.” Edd’s concern quickly gave way to snark once he caught his friend's signature cheeky tone. "How are you?"

"Can't complain. Well I could, but who wants to hear it, amirite?"

Several seconds passed before Edd responded to the hackneyed quip.

"Seems I'm not the only one with a tendency to mirror their parents."

For once, didn't take long for Edd to get to the point. Eddy deflated like a balloon. At least with the elephant acknowledged he could cut the crap.

"Look, I didn't mean what I said, okay?" His voice was a low mumble. "I was just frustrated with the whole… thing. If it's any constellation, my folks made me go anyway."

"Oh yes, I feel quite consoled, Eddy." The corners of his mouth tightened. "I do appreciate the effort it must have taken you to form something adjacent to an apology.”

"Right…" Eddy responded, then waited for the "but".

"After some reflection, however, I realized that there may have been some merit to your callous comment." Edd recrossed his legs and leaned back in his ergonomic office chair. "I told you I'd be there cheering you on when you advanced this next phase of life. And I wasn't.” His ears tingled with imminent lacrimation. “For that, I sincerely apologize."

Eddy was used to his friend's frequent blubbering by now, but his chest still tightened when Edd’s voice cracked. Luckily, befriending a crybaby was great practice for offering comfort in moments like these.

"Hey, c'mon. You're nothin' like those tight asses. Not with the, like, important stuff." He still wasn’t very good at it. “'Sides, I still had Ed! Oh man, you shoulda seen it! He tripped over his own dumb feet twice on his way up to the stage." A hearty laugh cut through the tension. “I hope someone was recording! Fuckin’ idiot.”

"Yes, he told me as much.” Edd sniffled and let out a weak laugh. “In fact, he gave me quite the rundown for most of your past academic year. Including the so-called senior prank you hoped to pull." A sneaking smile accentuated his playful scorn.

"Me? A prank?" Eddy gasped and clutched his proverbial pearls. "It was a good one, huh?"

"Mmm, from what I could gather during his breathless retelling, you hoped to replace each student's photo in the yearbook with your own portrait?" Edd's smirk grew. "Sounds less like a prank and more a manifestation of unchecked narcissism."

"I thought it was funny. If that girlfriend of yours would’ve played along it would've been a scream." Eddy replied flatly. "I swear she used her piddly authority as head of the yearbook club to unfairly target me. What’d I ever do to her?” He gestured wildly alone in his room. “She wouldn't even approve my quote! Instead, she put some mealy-mouthed bullshit about the value of education. You need to get a handle on her.”

Edd momentarily ignored the bulk of the erroneous ravings and gave in to curiosity about what kind of trouble Eddy had been causing in his absence.

"Dare I ask just what vile excerpt you insisted be printed below your definitive school photo? The photo, mind you, that generations of our fellow alumni will undoubtedly come across?" Edd closed his eyes as innumerable offensive possibilities raced through his mind.

"It was gonna be that old Sinatra quote. Y’know, 'The best revenge is massive success.’ But oh no, little miss Steinem said it'd be a cold day in hell before a misogynist was commemorated in her precious book. Hell, I don't even care for the guy, but it's a good quote."

"That's it? Funny, I imagined something far more…blue. Although, she does have a point about the normalization of mid-century machismo. I'd think you of all people would be sympathetic to her cause."

Eddy paused to figure out what Edd meant.

"By the way, Nazz and I separated shortly before your class graduation. I was going to tell you when we last spoke but-"

"Woah, woah, woah, hang on! What’d she write ya a Dear John letter?"

A crackling laugh sent Edd recoiling from the phone’s speaker. Eddy made no effort to downplay his glee at the news he'd been waiting to hear for nearly a year.

"What happened, didja sprout a few chest hairs and scare her off?"

Edd held his matter-of-fact reply until the snickering ceased.

"The hardships of maintaining a long distance relationship proved too much to abide, I'm afraid. I think we had an inkling that our dalliance was doomed to dereliction, but it certainly was fun while it lasted."

"The fuck does that mean? You dumped her?"

"I like to think of it as mutual, Eddy. We came to realize that we were simply two ships passing in the night. Alas, separated by the briny tides of the vast ocean of inconstancy we call life."

"Yeah, she dumped ya. And now I see why, ew!"

"Oh, and I suppose women are just lining up to jump into that unmade bed of yours?" Edd snorted.

"Uh, duh! They’re linin’ the block just for the chance. Had to install a turnstile for chrissake!" He smiled when Edd's scoff morphed into a genuine laugh.

"Why, it’s a wonder you found the time to call me. I’m flattered.”

“Yeah well, even Lothario needs a breather from time to time.” Eddy flipped over on the bed to lay on his stomach. “What about you? How's the single life treatin' ya? You must be bumpin' uglies with a different chick every night, huh?"

Edd rolled his eyes at the notably accusatory tone and accompanying vulgar image.

"Please. If I didn't know any better, I’d think I had unwittingly signed a vow of celibacy along with the lease for my off-campus apartment." Edd stood from his chair and stretched with a drawn out groan, then took the three short steps back to his outgrown bed. "Not that I've had the time, nor energy for such extracurricular activities, given my shortsightedness in arranging my summer schedule."

Relief washed over Eddy.

"What, you mean to tell me you ain't goin' to the keggers at Alpha Beta Soup every weekend?" They both chuckled at the absurd idea.

"Tempting as it may be to attend a gathering of belligerent, red-faced bloviators, where the guest of honor is a barrel of Bud Light - I think I'll pass."

"You gotta make time for yourself or you'll go nuts, Dee. What've you been doing all break then?"

"Well, I just finished my final class of the summer… Oh, and I’ve started tutoring again.” Exhaustion stopped him from elaborating. “Now, I’m waffling.”

"About what?"

"Well, I'd really like to see you and Ed before classes commence in a few weeks. I'm just not sure…"

"Not sure?" Eddy's forehead scrunched. "I'm- er, Ed's practically dysfunctional without ya. More than usual, that is."

"Oh good lord, please tell me he's still employed?" Edd's subconscious foot shaking paused while awaiting an answer.

"Yeah, yeah he's still at the plant." Eddy heard a faint exclamation of relief from his friend. "Him and May are still mushy as ever, yadda yadda yadda. I can tell he's missin’ ya though."

"It's not that I don't want to see you! I'm just once again letting worry cloud my better judgment." Edd looked down at the throbbing, red thumb he'd been mindlessly picking at since before their call started. "I'm not even sure where I'd stay if I did come to visit."

There was a brief silence while Eddy's brain caught up to his friend's words. He'd been stuck on the irony of Edd worrying about Ed's job, when in reality he was the one who'd recently nearly wrecked his car looking for "Help Wanted" signs.

"Well, depending on when you wanna come, my folks are takin' their uh… 'couples' cruise' in like, a week. You could stay at my place."

Edd's face lit up at his friend's offer.

"Oh, Eddy, that would be fantastic! And what convenient timing… How long will they be away?"

"Mom said they're leaving for the airport Tuesday morning, but I'll have to find out when they're comin' back. It's usually like a week."

"Excellent!" Edd squeaked excitedly. "As soon as you find out I'll buy my bus ticket, and-"

"Bus?!" Eddy sat up. "You really think you'd survive a ride on the Freakshow Express? Get real! I'll drive it. Just gimme the address."

"Honestly, Eddy, the bus isn't that bad. I'm of the opinion that having to endure a few eccentrics is a small price to pay for ecologically sustainable transportation."

"I want to come get you." He was a little embarrassed by how intense he suddenly sounded. His heart rate picked up. An eyebrow arched beneath Edd's hat.

"Have you been adhering to your vehicle's maintenance schedule?"

"You can't help yourself, can you?" Eddy laughed and shook his head. "My car's fine. I just got the brake pads replaced, and I think they changed the oil. Might've been the wiper fluid... I dunno. How bout I bring ya the receipt and you can write your analysis on the way back?"

"Oh, I'm sorry that I'm not jumping at the opportunity to be stranded on some rural back road with no phone service, and none of the tools required to correct whatever mechanical misfortune undoubtedly befalls us given our seemingly supernatural bad luck. Do you even have a roadside emergency kit? Preferably including road flares?"

"I still have the one you gave me! You act like we're goin' to Canada or something. It's a few hundred miles. I got cables, a spare, a jack, and I'll wear my cut offs in case we need to flag down some meathead to do the grunt work."

Edd's giggling tapered with a sigh.

"In that case, I look forward to seeing you, Eddy."

"I bet you do." He teased, making Edd redden. "Nah, I'm excited to see you too. Maybe we could, uh... get some lunch or somethin' while we're out there." It was a benign suggestion, but heightened excitement made it seem risky.

"I'd like that." Edd's calm voice masked the fact that he was screaming internally. No, he wouldn't read to much into his friend's words. He'd only end up hurt again. Instead, he read his watch. "I hate to cut our conversation short, Eddy, but I've got to start my nighttime routine."

As kids, they'd yap on the phone for hours with no lull until one or both of them fell asleep clutching the receiver. Eddy found himself grinning like an idiot at the not-so-distant memories. After such a long stretch of not speaking, it was difficult to say goodbye.

"Alright, have fun scrubbing your elbows or whatever it is you do."

"You know I will!"

"I'll let you know what my mom says. I'll text you!"

"Sounds great. Good-"

"Don't forget your phone!"

"I'll clip it to my belt tonight."

"'You better."

"Good night, Eddy."

"Night, Dee."

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pav-ia · 6 months

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I love angst 😊 So if you're comfortable writing this, can I request Pavia with a male S/O with internalised Homophobia?

this one is rushed cuz i wrote it as soon as i woke up

,, stiff ! ”

CW :: ! ! !

angst no comfort, probably no part 2, internalized homophobia(reader), no pronouns except “you”

this guy was gonna be the death of you.

when you first met him, it was his rude and blunt attitude that had made you laugh for the first time around him. he was very attractive, in a normal way — in a way you wish you were. he was attractive, had a grotesque but funny sense of humor, his fascination with wolves was sweet and his smile was stunning.

slowly, after a few weeks of knowing him, the praise he’d throw at you followed by a snarky remark was no longer lighthearted, instead it was frustrating. the way he’d taunt you, leaning in close to your face caused indescribable discomfort and the way his touches seemed to imprint onto your skin, always lingering was distracting.

the way your heart would stutter when he flashes that grin your way, your veins set aflame when he even brushed against you, when you could feel your face heat up when he said anything remotely nice, it was starting to feel suffocating.

you’d spend extra time in the shower scrubbing at those places that he’d touched, in hopes that you would stop feeling so sick from the aching feeling of.. warmth. your skin was warm and hot and it was wrong.

your feelings were wrong.

same sex couples were not a new concept in italy — theyve been recognized for quite some time and you personally had nothing against it, but that just wasnt what you were. you were straight, your parents raised you to be “normal”, you were the definition of ordinary. you didnt have anything against it, you supported those who were proud of their identity and respected them — you arent interested in men however.

you stopped showing up to meet him so often. you would come up with excuses and show up less and less frequently to your usual routine. you hung out in clubs, chatting up with ladies but you felt so empty.

you felt like shit honestly.

there was something wrong with you. what kind of guy wants to kiss his friend? that would ruin everything between you two. that would make things awkward, that would make him hate you.

the phone was ringing yet you didnt have the energy to go pick it up. the telephone rang, too loud to block out, interrupting your attempts at changing the subject in your head to something other than pavia.

it rang for too long.

a whole hour later, it was still ringing. if he wanted to reach you this badly, you decided to give him a chance at least..

…

“hey.”

your voice was stiff and hoarse. you didn’t bother putting in an effort to sound energetic or lively — there was no point.

“you sound horrible mio amico! do you need somebody to come over and take care of you?” his voice was teasing, but you werent in the mood.

“im fine, pavia.” you sigh.

“i know you arent. ill be over in thirty or so-“

“seriously, im fine, pavia.” he was quiet for a few moments at your sudden hostile tone, before he whistled through the telephone.

“i know you arent, [name]. you dont need to repay me, i just want to make sure youre doing alright.” his tone was still lighthearted. he was still joking at a time like this.

“dont bother. dont come. i dont want to see you.” you spat before you slammed the phone back into its holder.

in hindsight, he didnt really deserve the rough treatment. he cared for you as any friend should, yet you still let him be the vent for your frustrations.

he didnt come over like you told him to.

#%write #pavia x reader #pavia reverse 1999 #pavia reverse 1999 x reader #pavia x you #pavia angst #reverse1999 x reader

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dawnleaf37 · 2 months

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@spiderwebd regretevator

Regretevator (Game) is similar to The Normal Elevator from older days of roblox, being that you enter an elevator and it will arrive on a myriad of different floors to explore, minigames to complete, or just . Funny Thing

The Regretevator (the actual Elevator) is an interdimensional form of travel that is used by various entities to get around. It is confirmed to be able to go Anywhere. and seems to be able to transcend time and space which is always fun

The game features 70+ floors currently, and has a certain style of humor to it, but what really makes it are the NPCs, interactable characters, some of which can enter the elevator and some of which cannot. Im going to recap the ones who will enter very quickly, so sorry for the imagespam here:

Mannequin_Mark

A mannequin(which is a species produced by a factory) named mark. Woodcarver as a job, has a coworker named Jim. Hates concrete. Southern accent. Divorced from Wallter.

Wallter

Used to be a human, drank cement, is now concrete. Generally nice dude. Thinks concrete is better than wood. Tall as fuck. Divorced from Mark.

PartyNoob

Often shortened to Poob. Loves parties if you couldn't tell. Can kill you if you slap them like 10 times. You can slap them. theres something so so so so fucking wrong with them holy fucking shit oh my god. oh my god oh my g Keep this asshole in Mind. Keep them in mind ple;as

Pest

Actual name is PartyGuest. Builds robots. Steals money from you. Speaks Japanese. Yes they are a bug beetle to be specific. Asshole

Lampert

Found in the 3008 level yes theres a 3008 level yes i love it. Germophobic, clean everything. Zoomies he is zoomies. Despises Infected, but knew him as Kasper

Infected

Diseased when he bought a freemodel with a virus in it. Perpetually trapped as a scene kid. Had a cat. No longer has a cat. Used to be named Kasper, infection made him forget

Unpleasant

It;s the fucking unpleasent gradient meme. does jackshit. some people headcanon that it ate infecteds cat and i think thats the funniest shit

Split

Species called a fruitaur or something, banana-snail-horse-dog-girl. Hosts a wipeout-like show named Splitsville. Lesbian. canonically has feelings for bive

Bive

Completely made of hair. Conspiracy theorist. this is just touch tone telephone. canonically has feelings for Split. may seem crazy but she Knows things

Reddy

It;s freddy from fnaf but for Red Ball Diner, go look up gregoriah regretevator and tell me how gender he looks

DrRETRO

Animal Jam emote. framed for many crimes. Also knows things. Shoots lasers out of her eyes that will either kill you or heal you. meows

Gnarpy

that fucking cat everyones nuts about. Alien. Abducted Spud! and did shit to them. proud xe/they swag. was redesigned cause the creator was an ass :/

Spud!

yes the exclamation point is part of the name. was a camp councilor, got abducted by gnarpy and experimented on, is this now. that line is his mouth btw. if you click it 200 times it will explode. please be nice to them :(

Pilby

Clown fired from job after to bad of stage fright. They are just a sad thing tbh

Prototype

lovely little robot, if a bit glitchy and unfinished. VERY nicey ! a researcher, learns info on everythings for their database! my friend made this one :3!

FleshCousin

(invasive)Species of shapeshifters. Repeats words back at you in jumbled wordsalad. they dont seem malicious i dont think . my favorite. ever. the best

Jermbo

a cat

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There's more NPCs but i just covered the basic ones(new one being added soon made by my friend as well :3333333333)

BASICISH LORE SHIT:

this is MR

it is an effigy for a spirit and when it enters the elevator it has a chance to cut the lights and burn any NPC in the elevator. EXCEPT FOR FUCKING POOB. the spirit that inhabits MR is also the same one that protects poob. and if you look close at the game youll see POOB SI FUCKING EVERYWHEREi have to stop here before i go fucking insane but the basic premise is these two are tied and i dont know why or what how whatthe fuckkkk theres a whole lot more like theres a damn religion surrounding it and symbolism of the axolotl sun which means something but fuck FUCK!!!!

#regretevator #ye shure if you have any other questions Please ask i need to tell you i have to go nuts forever this is so incomprehensible oh my go

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positivelybeastly · 3 months

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REPOST & LIST 6 SONGS THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE .

In no particular order . . .

Touch-Tone Telephone, by Lemon Demon.

And like you, I'm a genius before my time Disbelieving, that's the real crime Pretty soon, they'll discover me In the Super-Sargasso Sea I try to call you every day What can I say when the truth comes out? (Of my very own mouth) I've been working on a unified theory If I make it through tonight, everybody's gonna hear me out (now)

Dust and Ashes, by Josh Groban.

Is this how I die? Was there ever any other way my life could be? Is this how I die? Such a slough of feelings inside of me But then why am I screaming? Why am I shaking? Oh god, was there something that I missed? Did I squander my divinity? Was happiness within me the whole time?

Dead Man's Party, by Oingo Boingo.

I got my best suit and my tie Shiny silver dollar on either eye I hear the chauffeur comin' to my door Says there's room for maybe just one more I was struck by lighting, walkin' down the street I was hit by something last night in my sleep It's a dead man's party, who could ask for more Everybody's comin', leave your body at the door Leave your body and soul at the door

Dr. Wanna Do, by Caro Emerald.

I sat down and I waited Til I heard my name get called It's like I'm at races And I think I won them all He asked me to step forward First I caught my breath, and ran For endless observation In the hands of Superman

What This World Is Coming to, by Nate Ruess ft. Beck.

So let's get high in the moonlight Even the stars go right over our head I know I'm gonna shine here in the afterlife Leaving the fight for peace of mind instead You know that I can't stop thinkin' bout you You're the source of everything I do You brought faith to songs I sing, so I went and bought a diamond ring I wanna spend each night here with you

Paper Rings, by Taylor Swift.

In the winter, in the icy outdoor pool When you jumped in first, I went in too I'm with you even if it makes me blue Which takes me back To the color that we painted your brother's wall Honey, without all the exes, fights, and flaws We wouldn't be standing here so tall, so Kiss you once 'cause I know you had a long night (Oh) Kiss you twice 'cause it's gonna be alright Three times 'cause you waited your whole life (One, two, one two three four)

Tagged by: @revenantinflames (Thank you!)

Tagging: anyone who wants to do it!

Honestly, these give me such different energies and correlate to entirely different Hanks and different time periods:

Dust and Ashes has me RIGHT in Morrisonian body angst and depression.

What This World Is Coming To has me in what I'm starting to call the 'animal with no natural habitat' aspect of Hank's feeling of never belonging and need to find solace in others.

Paper Rings is his hopeless romanticism and boundless energy.

Dr. Wanna Do is his sexuality and his confidence.

Dead Man's Party is his eccentricity and moroseness and fascination with the unknown.

And Touch-Tone Telephone is . . . well. All of it, actually.

#outofmuffins #dash game

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sir-qwillian-ferne · 2 months

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I think it's time For you to know The awful truth The truth about me, and the truth about you 'Cause you're a brand new species Big cat Space Nazis Robert Stack God damn it, gonna snap Leonard Nimoy, Call me back (Call me back)

I try to call you every day I'm rehearsing what to say When the truth comes out (Of my very own mouth) I've been working on a unified theory If I make it through tonight everybody's gonna hear me out 'Cause I'm the right one On my touch-tone, touch-tone telephone I'm the only one On your A.M., A.M. radio

Oh, I'm crying now Authentic tears They flow out of me when I think about you 'Cause you're the only person in the world who'd understand 'Cause you're the only person in the world who'd understand the meaning of this Oh My God I try and I try and I try to make you listen to me

Don't hang up yet, I'm not done I'm an expert, I'm the one The one who was right all along Better to be laughed at than wrong I'm an expert in my field UFOlogy, yes, it's all real Ancient aliens, it's all true I'm an expert just like you And like you, I'm a genius before my time Disbelieving, that's the real crime Pretty soon they'll discover me in the Super-Sargasso Sea

I try to call you every day What can I say When the truth comes out? (Of my very own mouth) I've been working on a unified theory If I make it through tonight everybody's gonna hear me out (Now, now, now) 'Cause I'm the right one On my touch-tone, touch-tone telephone I'm the only one On your A.M., A.M. radio

Somg

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dailyjimmybuffett · 3 months

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This Hotel Room

This hotel room's got a lot of stuff A laundry bag and a shoeshine cloth Thirty-two hangers and a touch-tone phone Well, a light that comes on when I ain't home

I ain't home, I ain't home You better leave a message 'cause I ain't home

They got an air conditioner for when I'm hot A radiator for when I'm not Two big chairs sittin' side-by-side With a holy Bible and the TV Guide

TV Guide, the TV Guide Great God almighty, it's the TV Guide

I got a second story view from curb to curb I got a sign that reads "Do not disturb" A monogrammed towel and a bucket of ice A chest of drawers and a mirror that lies

Mirror that lies, a mirror that lies That couldn't be me in the gorilla disguise

They got a room service menu for food and drink A porcelain throne and an aluminum sink Two big pillows to rest my head A Magic Fingers and a king-size bed

Put in a quarter, turn out the light Magic Fingers makes you feel alright Feel alright, feel alright Magic Fingers makes you feel alright

This old hotel's alright with me They pay the postage if you lose the key This hotel room's got a lot of stuff But I do believe I've had enough

Called my baby, said don't you pout I'm packin' my bags and I'm checkin' out Just as soon as you hang up the telephone Stick a candle in the window, I'm comin' home

Comin' home, a-comin' home Stick a candle in the window, I'm comin' home Comin' home, comin' home Stick a candle in the window, I'm comin' home

Thank you boys

#jimmy buffett #havana daydreamin #this hotel room #Spotify

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imn0t-1n-dept · 2 months

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Me or your other 10+ wives and husbands😁

Uhmmmmmmmmm, errmmm, hmmm...

I think it's time for you to know the awful truth

Mm, the truth about me, and the truth about you

'Cause you're a brand-new species

Big cat (oh-oh), space Nazis, Robert Stack (oh, oh)

God-damn it, gonna snap, Leonard Nimoy (oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)

Call me back (call me back)

I try to call you every day

I'm rehearsing what to say when the truth comes out (of my very own mouth)

I've been working on a unified theory

If I make it through tonight, everybody's gonna hear me out

'Cause I'm the right one

On my touch-tone, touch-tone telephone

I'm the only one

On your AM, AM radio

Oh, I'm crying now, authentic tears

They flow out of me when I think about you

'Cause you're the only person in the world who'd understand

'Cause you're the only person in the world who'd understand the meaning of this

Oh my god

I try, and I try, and I try to make you listen to me

I try to call you every day

I'm rehearsing what to say when the truth comes out (of my very own mouth)

I've been working on a unified theory

If I make it through tonight, everybody's gonna hear me out

'Cause I'm the right one

On my touch-tone, touch-tone telephone

I'm the only one (hey)

On your AM, AM radio

Don't hang up yet, I'm not done

I'm an expert, I'm the one

The one who was right all along

Better to be laughed at than wrong

I'm an expert in my field

UFOlogy, yes, it's all real

Ancient aliens, it's all true

I'm an expert just like you

And like you, I'm a genius before my time

Disbelieving, that's the real crime

Pretty soon, they'll discover me

In the Super-Sargasso Sea

I try to call you every day

What can I say when the truth comes out? (Of my very own mouth)

I've been working on a unified theory

If I make it through tonight, everybody's gonna hear me out (now)

'Cause I'm the right one (now) on my touch-tone telephone (now)

On my touch-tone, touch-tone telephone

I'm the only one on your AM radio

(On your AM, AM radio)

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toomanybandstocare · 1 year

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{Fascination Street, The Cure}

Program: Halloween night invites trick and treats of all kinds. Though the small town of Hawkins still celebrates, the reigning fear of the past four years of murder cannot be forgotten. Absolutely smitten by his partner, Steve hopes to spend a sweet night alone together at his house. However, the night takes a turn when things get too freaky.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Slasher, GN! Reader

Genre: Angst, Horror/Slasher

Warnings: Character death, Couple of swears, Suggestive content (Make out and Straddling, nothing else), Knives, Inflicting pain onto character

Camp Upside Down Masterlist

Length: 3120w

Counselor Note: Happy Halloween! Stay safe, campers. I got inspired by my watching of Halloween II tonight and thought why not try it. I'll edit in sometime this week.

The cool air bites against the window panes as the wind hollers outside. Wreathes of fake, festive foliage decorate the inside of the windows to celebrate autumnal spirits. Pristine pumpkins and vases of preserved flowers adore the Harrington household, providing the only seasonal homeliness as the owners attend Hawkins’ Halloween banquet.

Curling his finger around the telephone cord, Steve gnaws on his bottom lip while turning the call dial. He shifts his weight and bounces on his feet as the static is soon replaced with the automated dial tone. Excitement kisses the back of his neck, and his hair on the back of his neck stands up when he hears a familiar click on the other end of the line.

“Hello,” your voice comes across crackly, but still causes an eruption of butterflies in his stomach.

“Hi ya, sweetheart,” Steve calls out and leans against the wall next to the receiver. “ I was wondering what you were up to this Hallow’s Eve”. A boyish grin spreads across his face when you respond with light laughter.

“Well, I was thinking of going to Tammy’s party,” you mused, “but I heard that my favorite boy wasn’t going to be there”.

Steve’s heart races at your pet name for him. It skips a beat when he pictures the faux pout on your face. Coughing over his small stutter, “Miss me that much, huh? Just couldn’t get me out of your pretty little head”.

“Steve,” you whine in protest.

The grins on his face tightens with a sting, and he feels electric hearing that you’ve missed him. “Why don’t you come over, hm?” he asks. “Kill two birds with one stone”.

Your chuckle crackles over the phone, “And, what would be the second bird then?”

“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” Steve’s voice hushes as he leans closer into the phone, as if he were speaking to you in person. “I probably miss you more than you miss me. So hurry on over- it’s just me tonight. Parents are out with the Wheelers for some benefit banquet, so it’ll be the two of us. I’ll leave the candy bowl outside, and we can enjoy some alone time”.

His heart pounds against his ribs as anticipation hangs in the air alongside the telephone static. Fidgeting with the phone cord, he shifts his weight to his other foot and waits. The kitchen clock’s ticking hits his ears in shrill alarm.

“I’ll be there in twenty,” your giddy voice eagerly breaks the silence, “I have a little surprise for you that I need to get ready”.

As soon as the call disconnects, Steve stumbles into action and hastily grabs the candy bowl from the counter. Running into the living room, he races into the side table by the door and scrawls a candy limit note before tripping onto the front stoop to leave it.

Just as Steve dances through his house to get ready with a skip in his step, you grab your worn knapsack and gather your supplies for tonight’s chilling evening.

Excitement shivers down your spine as you hold up your knife to make sure it’s clean from your last Halloween celebration. The ridged wood handle feels smooth to the touch as your fingers trail down the edge and trace the four carved notches on the side. Carefully placing it in the side compartment in your bag, you then reach into the nighttable’s draw to grab your polaroid camera and put it on the bottom with your leather jacket shoved on top. Your eyes scan your room looking for anything that might come in handy, but confidence tingles in your veins. Biting your lip, the bubbling glee of tonight’s festivities warms your body. You snag the carabiner of keys off its hook by the door of your room. Latching it on one of the jean’s belt loops, the lucky rabbit’s foot sways with every step you take down the stairs and past the front door. A pair of handcuffs dangle on the opposite of your pants from your belt and reflect off your home’s porch light.

The cool autumn air stings your cheeks as you stride to your car, but it doesn’t diminish the gleaming smile on your face. Knocks on neighborhood doors and choruses of trick or treaters fill the night in a delightful cacophony. Rumbling in ignition, your car comes to life as the headlights intrude on the groups of friends and families walking from house to house on the street. Pulling out of your driveway, you weave your way through the crowded roads of Hawkins and make your way to the Harrington household.

You tap your fingers in anticipation against the steering wheel as you park behind Steve’s shiny, new BMW. Before you can even cut the ignition, you see the front door open out of the corner of your eye. Reigning in the sickening sneer threatening to slip over your smile, you pull your keys and grab your bag. Thrill tingles the back of your neck as you get out of the car, and your heart thumps with the shut door. Your eyes never leave Steve’s glowing face as you lurk toward him. Not a single look of concern passes his face as he watches you draw near and join him on the small stoop.

“Hi ya, lover boy,” you hum and rest your hand on his hip. Your heart melts at the soft look he gives you with the new pet name. Guilt nips at the back of your mind, but the boiling sting of excitement washes it away.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Steve mumbles and presses a cheeky, chaste kiss to your temple. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he leads you through the front door. Glowing string lights outline the living room and deep red curtains block out the streetlights. “Mind locking the door for me? I made some popcorn for us if you're interested,” he smiles sweetly back at you and turns to walk into the kitchen. With almost a disappointed look on your face, you watch his back retreat further into the house as you twist the lock with your shirt sleeve.

Your gaze locks onto the TV program that illuminates the room as you settle into the couch. Your knapsack makes it home next to your relaxed leg leaning against the couch. Ears twitching at the sound of faint footsteps, you decide not to acknowledge his presence. The quiet thud off to the side table registers in your head. Faking concern about the new report, you don’t look away from the TV. A red headline scrolls across the screen, “ Stay alert and on guard for the Midnight Slasher”.

“Didn’t see the slasher out in the streets, did ya?” Steve jokes and lightly digs his fingers into your waist. You’re jostled around on the couch as his weight causes you to half land on his lap. A small screech breaks past your lips as you jolt with faux fright.

“Steve,” you gasp, “That’s not funny”. His chuckles put your jittering nerves at ease, but the adrenaline simmers in your veins.

“I’m sorry,” he teases as he moves his arm up to rest against your shoulders. Pulling you in close, Steve’s eyes glow from the background light as they peer into your own. His breath tickles your lips as he leans forward to brush his lips gently against your own. Pressing into his embrace, you close the small gap between the two of you.

Steve’s hands tug you closer to him when you pull away quickly to catch your breath. His honey eyes peer at you through a hazy gaze as you push him fully onto the couch. Watching his head softly bounce against the cushion and the blissful euphoria starts to distract him, you nudge your knapsack closer. With a knock from your foot, it falls to its side and the unbuckled top flap spills open. Ready for easy access.

“This wouldn’t happen to be the start of my surprise, would it,” Steve smirks up at you as you straddle his lap. His hisses at the friction from both your jeans cause, but a different growing frenzy sparks inside you.

Leaning into his face, you hover above his lips, “It’s going to be a night you’ll never forget, Steve. It’ll go down in history”. As he leans up to reconnect your lips and pulls your body against his, you rest one hand against his shoulder to hold him in place. Slipping your other hand to your waist, you unlatch the handcuffs from your belt and drag the open latch against his wrist bone.

The cold metal sends a jolt through his entire body as he moves just out of your intoxicating kiss. His eyes widen in a sense of clarity when he locks onto the shining cuff in your hand. Unable to move his gaze, a sense of apprehension alarms Steve. He darts his tongue against his suddenly dry lip, “Little freaky for our first time”. Steve’s eyes dart to your own gleaming look, and a sense of unease floods over his system.

“Come one, Steve,” your soft voice all too tempting to Steve’s ears. You watch with care the thoughts running past his eyes and know to tread slowly. Pressing your chest against his own, you feel the gulp Steve takes as his eyes follow your movements. The buzz of pursuit begins to prick at your skin. “It’s Halloween. Where’s your festive spirit? Look, we’ll even use a safe word to stop. Alright? We won’t do anything you don’t want to”.

Hesitation softens his expression, before Steve breaths out a sigh and nods. “Yeah, alright,” he laughs, “How about ‘killer’ for the safe word”.

“Perfect,” you breathe out and press a chaste kiss to his lips. Moving his hands away from your waist, you hook the cuffs onto his wrists and rest them on his stomach.

As you trail your lips down his neck, Steve cocks his head in confusion. His voice strains when he asks, “What about my shirt?”

Moving up to the corner of his mouth, you place a light kiss. You feel the blooming heat from his cheeks and smile pulling at his lips. “Do you trust me?” you whisper. The hand on his shoulder grasping slightly tighter as you teeter, waiting for his response. Your other drops to the side and grips the cushion seam.

Steve’s beautiful, brown eyes meet your own with an adoring expression. His plush lips tug into a tender smile. “Whole heartedly,” he lovingly confides.

Almost as if consumed by the building tension, all emotion snaps inside you. You swoop your head, and your lips meet in a frenzied clash. Teeth nipping at parted lips. Steve’s moans rumble from his chest as your breathing grows heavy. The air in the room sits in a thick blanket.

Moving your body to lay completely on his body, your hand reaches into your knapsack’s open pouch. Your chest burns with passion as Steve’s desperate pleas ring in your ears, and you grab the familiar ridged, knife handle.

In a flash you pull back from Steve’s luscious whines, and with one hand you tug the hem of his shirt up just past his cuffed hands. The armed hand comes over and cuts the shirt open with ease. As the blade grows closer to Steve’s face, you watch in giddy fascination as his eyes widen in fearful realization. The knife’s tip catches on his shirt’s collar, and you feel Steve’s breath still. With one final tug it snaps free, and the knife slices a small cut across his chin.

“Color?” you rasp as your chest heaves. The burning flood of excitement begins to break your last resolve.

“Yellow,” Steve looks at you in slight fear. “What the actual fuck,” he spits out. He tries to shift you off his lap with his hands. Realization clicks when his eyes lock onto the gleaming metal secured around his wrists.

“Shame,” your drawl out in a disappointed tone, “I was hoping it was red. No worries, we’ll get there soon”. Clamping your thighs and holding yourself, you keep your balance as Steve tries to thrash you off him.

In a painfully grip, you hold onto Steve’s shoulder and raise your other arm up. The knife gleams from the television light as you swing it down towards his chest. Your chest stings in thrill as you watch Steve’s panicked expression melt into fear. A twisted smile of delight breaks your sweet facade.

Pushing his hips up into your own, Steve can only hear the drumming of his heart. He uses one elbow to hastily support himself and tilts his hip up to throw you off him onto the floor. Steve’s body follows your own as he uses the momentum to try to escape from the couch.

With the sudden movement your body shifts as you’re jostled onto the ground with Steve falling after you. Instead of landing in his chest, the knife lodges into Steve’s shoulder as he tumbles off the couch. A wave of dizziness clouds you, but you quickly shake free of it. Moving fast, you hop up on your feet and shove your foot onto his chest as he struggles to push past the pain.

His groan falls mute against the static news report and children squealing behind the door. Bending down, you grab the knife and pull it with force.

“Fuck,” Steve cries out. Pain twists his face. His hands latch onto your ankle trying to shove your foot off.

Pressing harder onto his chest, his shouts sound like music to your ears. The symphony comes to a crescendo with a snap of his ribs. You look down at the writhing man as you move your foot off his chest and to his other side.

Blood gushes in a frenzy from the bubbling wound. Sweat trickles down his temple. Adrenaline makes his big, brown eyes blown out. Steve Harrington has to be the most breathtaking victim you’ve set your sight on.

As you look down at him in fascination, you wet your lips as he starts to kick himself away from you. Not even concerned, you bring your foot up and slam it down on his knee. A sickening crack echoes in the room as his scream reverberates through the house. He could have looked so good on the big screen with Myers if he didn’t catch your eye first.

“No one’s going to come for you,” your voice calmly breaks past the clashing orchestra.

“There’re people outside,” Steve whimpers and pushes closer to the door to his back, “They’ll hear me. You made a mistake choosing such a popular night and crowded neighborhood. Someone will come”. Taking a desperate look behind his shoulder, Steve shoves closer to the door and reaches up for the handle.

“Oh, lover boy,” you sing.

His eyes flash to meet your electrictric gaze.

“Don’t you remember?” you ask in fascination.

At the sight of his confused look warping into panic, an amused laugh spills past your lips.

“You asked me to lock the door,” you bark out with a laugh of disbelief.

You throw yourself onto him in an outburst of adrenaline. Bringing your arm down in a flurry, the sweet smell of iron overwhelms your senses. Your eyes dart down to the wound in Steve’s torso. His hands grip onto your wrist in a whit knuckled grip as the two of you struggle against each other’s hold. Blood pools out of the shallow wound, but with every grapple it deepens. Inch by inch.

“Don’t you trust me, Steve?” you growl and push your weight harder onto his injured leg.

A howl of agony wracks Steve’s throat, and he brings his other leg over to push you off. Gulping any air he can, Steve tries to pull himself over to the stairs. Every movement sends a searing fire through his body. The carpeted floor pulls at the growing torso wound. His mother is going to be mortified at the stains he’s left behind. A hazy fog sinks into his mind as he keeps his focus on the staircase. Adrenaline seeps out of him, and a blanket of ache and pain weighs down on him. His ears twitch at the sound of your footsteps retreating. A fleeting hope of escape swells in his chest. Only to shatter when the familiar foot fall approaches close behind him.

“Oh, lover boy,” you sigh and turn him on to his back. His glossy eyes meet your doting expression. Standing over him, you bring the polaroid camera up and capture the sweet scene.

“Please,” he breathes out with a sob.

You coo softly at the crying boy. Bringing yourself down, you crouch over him and cross your arms. The tools of your trade dangle in your fingertips.

“Happy Hallow’s Eve, Steve,” you call out softly. Tears stream down his face as you move the knife to rest right above his heart. “You’ll always be my favorite boy,” you promise and push the blade with one final plunge.

Your heart pounds in your rib cage as you watch his body lurch underneath your own. Small twitches shutter through his body. Only after a few minutes, they slow down to a stop. Watching his eyes take in your face, you see the light begin to fade from those honey eyes you’ve come to adore.

Pulling the knife free, you stand up and look at your latest masterpiece. A small tinge of sadness seeps into you knowing that your work is complete. You bring the camera up one more time and frame it to get his whole body in the view. The camera clicks and whirligig gears ring in reality.

As you head over to the couch, you hear the chatter of disappointed children as they realize the candy bowl is empty. The news still plays in the background while you tuck away your knife and pull on your jacket. Even though blood clothes are a pretty common costume, the difference between real and fake blood is apparent enough. Void of any emotion, you pull your knapsack onto your shoulder and head towards the front door.

“Though we haven’t gotten any reports of the Midnight Slasher tonight, do not let your guard down. We hope that the four year streak of terror has come to a close, but until we know for certain- keep your doors locked and a form of protection near by,” the static news broadcast plays in the background.

Stepping over your victim’s legs, you unlock the front door with your jacket sleeves and step onto the front stoop. Without sparing a look, you close the door to the Harrington household.

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