#I’m just so so excited and freaking out

[keeryhours]

late night with the devil - eddie munson

Eddie Munson x female! reader

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Eddie Munson Masterlist

Summary:

Hawkins may think your boyfriend and his friends are devil worshippers, but he’s still just your Eddie.

Warnings:

Smut (18+), p in v, fingering, dirty talk, weed use

Word Count: 3,653

A/N:

So so so excited to post my first Eddie fic! I hope you enjoy!

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The people of Hawkins were convinced there were devil worshippers among you. Satanic Panic was in full swing, and the targets were right on your friends’ backs.

They had always been seen as Freaks, but the group of metalheads and their love for D&D were under real public scrutiny now. You knew your friends were good people, but now you were being warned to stay away from them by teachers, your parents forbidding you from ever seeing them again.

That’s how you found yourself crawling out of your bedroom window at 11:30pm, your parents long asleep. The wood of the window sill scratched against your arms painfully as you lowered yourself to the ground. You hissed when you landed on your feet, checking for any splinters. You brushed the dirt off your jeans.

Dry fallen leaves crunched under your feet as you walked through your yard. Reaching the front of the house, you grabbed your bike from against the garage. You hadn’t rode it much in the past couple years. Typically Eddie would pick you up in his van, or there was usually at least one person with a car in whatever friend group you hung out with. Obviously that wasn’t happening tonight.

You pedaled to Forest Hills, your anger at your parents only growing as you went. Anger at them for falling for this sensationalist crap, anger at them for turning on Eddie and your other friends when they knew they weren’t bad people. They may never have been Eddie’s biggest fans - they didn’t love that he was on his third senior year and had heard rumors about the small business he ran - but they didn’t have a real problem with him. But now they have let the news and gossip convince them that your boyfriend and your friends were evil.

You were still angry when you rolled past the park’s sign, but it faded as you made the remaining short distance to Eddie’s trailer. You spotted your boyfriend’s lanky legs in his ripped jeans immediately, sitting on the front steps. You climbed off your bike and leaned it against the side of the trailer as Eddie stood, a cigarette in his hand. You walked over to him, rushing into his arms when holds them open for you. You wrap your arms around his waist and he wraps his around your body, holding you close.

“I’m glad you got here okay,” Eddie said, and you could feel his voice rumbling in his chest as he spoke. “I hate that I can’t just come get you.”

“I know. Me too.” You looked up at him and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips. You smiled at him.

“Let me finish this and we can go inside.”

You and Eddie sat next to each other on the steps. He talked to you about his plans for his next D&D campaign as he smoked, you hanging on to every word. Eddie was so creative, and his campaigns were always so detailed. It felt like being told the world’s most interesting story.

When he finished his cigarette, Eddie tossed it aside and stood to his full height, holding out his hand for you. You took it with a smile and he pulled you to your feet with enough effort that you stumbled into his chest once you were up. Eddie laughed, putting his hands on your hips to steady you.

He ushered you into the trailer ahead of him. You had spent a lot of nights here since you and Eddie started hanging out, you always had it to yourselves since his uncle Wayne worked nights. It felt like having your own place together, sometimes.

You made yourself comfortable as usual, pulling a soda from the fridge. You giggled as you felt Eddie’s arms snaking around your waist from behind, curls tickling your face as he buried his face in your neck, placing soft kisses.

You hummed with a smile on your face as you popped open the can of soda and Eddie rocked you back and forth in his arms. “I’m glad you’re here,” he mumbled against your skin. His leather jacket was cool against your arms.

Things had been difficult for Eddie since all this shit had started. He and his friends had always been outcasts, but now it was worse. Now you worried for their actual safety, constantly scared some hick will decide to take the “satan worshippers” into their own hands and do something crazy.

You spun around in his arms, your left arm draping over his shoulder while your right still held onto the cold can. Eddie smiled down at you with that grin that always gave you butterflies. His thumbs rubbed circles on your hips as they rested there.

“Do you want to smoke?” he asked, which brought a grin to your face.

“Uh, yeah,” you said, smiling up at your boyfriend’s tall frame.

He pulled away from you reluctantly with a last minute squeeze of your hip before he was bowing dramatically and rushing off back to his bedroom. You laughed as you drank your soda. You flopped down on the couch, kicking your feet up on the table, nearly knocking over an overly filled ashtray in the process.

Eddie was back shortly after, perfectly rolled joint in his hand as he collapsed on the couch next to you. You sat the can on the table as Eddie handed you the joint and a lighter with a flourish. “Ladies first.”

You plucked it from his hand with a smile, placing it between your lips and lighting it with Eddie’s lighter. Relaxation seems to wash over you immediately as you take a deep drag, holding the smoke in your lungs. You leaned back against the cushions as you let it out. Eddie’s hand absentmindedly played with your thigh as he watched you with interest.

“You’re so hot when you smoke,” he mumbled, and it made you giggle as you took your second hit.

“You are, too,” you said through the smoke and passed the joint to him. He laughed as he took it.

He put on a show for you as he took his turn, holding your eye contact as he inhaled and held the smoke. Then he was leaning forward, free hand cupping the back of your head as he brought his lips to yours and breathed the smoke into your mouth. You inhaled it, the smoke from Eddie’s own hit leaving your mouth as you exhaled. Eddie bit his lip as he watched you, a smirk on his pretty face, before he was hitting it again.

The two of you passed the joint back and forth until the roach was so small it was basically unsmokable. You were feeling infinitely more relaxed, sinking into the couch. Eddie always got extra talkative when he was high and this was no exception.

“So I told him,” Eddie said, head tilted back against the couch as he stared at the ceiling and talked with his hands. “I told him no, we could not reschedule the campaign. It’s the end of the campaign.” Eddie scoffed and looked at you like can you believe that?

You nodded at him, but you were having a hard time focusing on his words. Your brain was working so slow and he talked so fast. You felt some of the fogginess in your brain clear away at the feeling of his large hand on your thigh again. He rubbed it this time, trailing his hand higher and higher. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

He met your gaze with a smirk. He leaned in, his leather jacket audibly crinkling as he moved. You were relieved to feel his lips on yours again, the familiar feeling of his mouth working against yours, his tongue slipping between your lips. You hummed into the kiss, your hand resting on his chest.

“Wanna go to my room?” he asked you, low voice rumbling in his chest.

You nodded and Eddie wasted no time standing from the couch, reaching a hand out for you like a gentleman. You took his hand and he lifted you. He followed you to the back of the trailer where his bedroom was, slapping your ass as you walked. You laughed, turning around to give him a playful glare.

He closed the door to his bedroom behind you. You watched as he went straight for the stereo, putting on some Metallica. He turned around and gave you a mischievous look before he basically tackled you onto the bed, causing you to fall back onto the mattress, laughing hard. He lifted himself above you and you scooted back to lay against the pillows. Your body buzzed with anticipation.

Eddie shrugged his leather jacket off, dropping it to the floor. His ringed hands slid up your legs, from your ankles to your calves to your thighs. You could tell he wanted it bad tonight by the dark look in his eyes, the way he stared at your body like he wanted to devour it.

He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed that, too, his guitar pick necklace falling to rest against his bare chest. You rubbed your hands over the now exposed skin, feeling his firm chest, his sides, his soft belly. He sighed at the feeling.

“You’re so beautiful…” Eddie mumbled, hands still rubbing your thighs. His hands creeped forward until they reached the buttons of your jeans. You watched him intently as his long, dexterous fingers undid them with ease, pulling the material down your legs.

His hands slid up your shirt next, feeling how smooth your skin was always did something to him. He lifted your shirt as his hands traveled up until his fingers were grazing your bra. You sat up for him for a second so he could pull your shirt off.

Eddie took in the sight of you laying beneath him in only your underwear with hungry eyes. It’s not like he hasn’t seen you like this before, but it never got old. He never got used to it. His rings were cold against your skin as he felt all over your body, exploring at his own pace. You didn’t mind. It felt nice everywhere he touched you. You could see the bulge straining in his ripped jeans.

“Eddie…” you whined, causing him to break out of his trance and look up at you.

“What is it, baby?” he asked as he kept rubbing his hands up and down your sides. It gave you goosebumps.

“Really want you…” you whined again, lips pouting. Eddie chuckled lowly at that, his fingers gripping your sides a little harder.

“Yeah? You want me?” he asked, looking at you with those dark eyes, laced with desire. Pupils blown wide in lust. Oh, Eddie wanted it bad. “Are you wet for me, baby?” His fingers traced your core over your underwear, finding the answer for himself. He smirked. “All for me?” he asked, eyes shooting up to meet yours.

“Yeah, all for you, Eddie,” you breathed, his light touch where you wanted him so badly driving you crazy. He pressed a little harder, right over your clit, and you cried out with a little “Ah!”

Eddie laughed that sinister sounding laugh once again, then his hands were sliding up your body and around your back, unhooking your bra and tossing it. His hands immediately found your tits, groping them like he was seeing them for the first time as he grinded his clothed hips against your wet panties. You could feel how hard he was even through the multiple layers.

“Fuck,” Eddie groaned, his voice so low you barely heard it. His thumb rubbed over your nipples before he started to roll and pinch them between his fingers. He leaned over, wrapping his mouth around one of them. He was moaning the second he got his lips on you, sucking your nipple into his mouth and running his tongue around it in circles. You arched up into him, only pushing your chest further into his face, which he appreciated.

He switched to your other breast to give that nipple equal attention. You moaned, pushing your hips up to press against him, desperate for friction on your aching clit. Eddie had you so turned on, you didn’t feel like you could wait another second.

When he pulled off of your nipple, he buried his face in your tits, using his hands to push them closer together around his face.

“I could live in here,” he said, voice muffled between them. You laughed hard, running your hands through his hair, giving him full body chills.

He pulled back to place hungry kisses over your chest and neck, biting and sucking against the sensitive pulse point, getting the reaction from you he wanted. You dug your nails into his back harder and he hissed.

“Need you now, Eds,” you begged, the ache between your legs becoming unbearable. You needed him to fill you the way only he could.

He pulls back to look at you with those glazed over eyes. “You want my cock?” he asked, looking fully lost in the moment already.

“Yes,” you cried, rolling your hips up beneath him and trying to get him where you want him. Eddie took the hint and got on his knees between your legs. He slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties and pulled them off slowly, savoring it.

He spread your legs wide, big brown eyes taking in the sight of your bare cunt laid out before him, all for him. “Oh, baby,” he groaned, reaching forward to trace a long finger through your folds. He held it up to show you just how wet you were before he popped it in his mouth, sucking it clean.

Eddie reached for his belt, undoing it and pulling it from the belt loops before tossing it to the floor with a clang. He quickly undid his jeans and pushed them and his boxers down his legs, kicking them off. You moaned when his hard length was finally revealed, and he gave you a cocky smirk.

He leaned over your body again, kissing up your chest and neck to place a peck on your lips before he reached for the bedside table, opening the drawer and pulling a condom from the box. He sat back up on his knees and ripped the package open with his teeth, sliding the rubber onto his dick.

He stroked himself quickly a couple times then leaned over you, resting his weight on one forearm as his other hand lined the thick tip of his cock up right against your entrance. Your heart thudded hard in your chest at the feeling, you just wanted him inside you now.

Eddie began to push into you, eyes watching your face as every inch sinks into your warm, wet pussy, wrapping around him perfectly. He felt like he was in heaven, and he couldn’t hold back the groan that spilled from his lips as he buried himself to the hilt. Your hands dug into his skin even harder, holding onto him like you’d disappear if you let go.

He peppered kisses all over your face and neck as he let you get adjusted. He pulled his hips back slowly, then snapped them back into you, drawing a strangled cry from your lips.

“Eddie!” you cried, already feeling so much when he’d only just started. You felt your core tighten around him, holding him even tighter, and he hissed as he set a steady rhythm with his hips.

“God, I’ve barely even fucked you yet…” he mumbled, drinking in your already fucked-out expression and mouth hanging open. He couldn’t deny what the sight of you like this did to him, his cock growing impossibly harder inside of you, his balls tightening, and suddenly he worried he’d cum way too fast like he did your first time together. You hadn’t minded, but he had been humiliated, and he didn’t want a repeat.

Eddie rolled his hips against you at the perfect pace. You tangled your hands in his wild hair and pulled him down to kiss you again, which he did eagerly, tongue in your mouth immediately as he tangled with yours and kissed you hungrily.

He groaned into your mouth as he sped up his pace, thoroughly pounding into you now. The sounds of the two of you - skin slapping together, bed creaking, your moans and grunts and whines and whimpers - filled the room, nearly as loud as the heavy music playing over his speakers. It drove Eddie even more wild.

He sat back up on his knees, grabbing onto your hips with a bruising grip and lifting them higher as he began fucking you with quick, shallow thrusts. You nearly screamed, the intense way his cockhead was ruthlessly pressing against your bundle of nerves with every thrust making you see stars in your vision.

“Fuck, you like that?” Eddie gritted out through clenched teeth, his curls bouncing with every wild thrust into you.

“Feels so good,” you managed to say between moans, hands tangling in the sheets since you can’t comfortably grab onto some part of his body right now, even though that’s what you want.

And it did feel incredible. Your mind was fuzzy and you weren’t sure anymore if it was from the weed or Eddie’s dick. You felt your release building inside you already.

“Fuck yeah it does,” Eddie spits out, and he looks like he’s lost in his own pleasure as his eyes fall closed and his mouth parts, grunts falling from his pretty lips with every brutal thrust. His head falls back and he uses his hands to help pull you against him to meet the thrusts of his own hips, making it even more intense, which you didn’t think was possible.

He looked back down at your body, one hand leaving your hip to rub circles on your clit with his thumb. The sudden sensation made you cry out with a high pitched “Oh!”, eyes fluttering shut as Eddie pushed you to the brink with calculated precision. He hadn’t been experienced when you had gotten together, but damn if he wasn’t a ridiculously quick learner.

He could feel you tightening around him, pussy gripping him so good he felt like he might fall apart right then and there. He cursed under his breath, hips moving a little faster as he pushed you to your release. “Yeah, cum on my cock baby, please, need to feel you making a mess all over me.” Eddie was practically begging as he spoke, desperate to make you cum so he could stop holding back.

“I…gonna cum, Eddie, oh shit-“

A proud smile spread across Eddie’s lips as you came undone for him, watching your pretty face twist in ecstasy as you moaned like his little slut, crying out his name over and over. It was music to his ears, and you were a sight for sore eyes as you utterly fell apart. More than anything, the feeling of your tight walls pulsing around him from your orgasm pushed him over the edge and into his own.

Eddie laid his body over yours the second your high subsided. He grabbed your hands and lifted them over your head, intertwining your fingers with his, and he kissed you hard as it finally hit him. Hard.

Eddie whimpered against your lips before letting out a long, low groan, muscles clenching and body trembling as he finished inside you, spilling into the condom. He kept pumping in shallow thrusts until he had spilled every last drop, his body completely spent as he came harder than he ever does on his own.

He didn’t move as you both caught your breath. Eddie’s body felt weak, like he had used every bit of energy he had. Finally he works up the effort to roll off of you, pecking your lips before he does. You hear him as he pulls the condom off, tying it up and throwing it in the trash can before he’s sliding up against you and wrapping his arm around your waist, your naked bodies pressed together.

You turned on your side and he spooned against you, your body fitting against his like a puzzle piece. His hair tickled your shoulders as he placed kisses to the backs of them before laying his head down against you.

“I love you,” he mumbled sleepily. You could tell he wouldn’t stay awake much longer. He had been thoroughly worn out.

“I love you too,” you said back, fingers gently rubbing his hand that was pressed right above your navel.

He hummed contentedly, and you pulled the blankets over the both of you. You had no desire to get out of his bed, to leave his warm embrace. Wayne never cared if you stayed over, and you figured you could sneak back into your own room before your parents noticed in the morning.

You really weren’t concerned with the logistics right now. This was the only place you wanted to be, and you didn’t care about anything else.

You felt your eyes beginning to grow heavy. Your eyes roamed over the familiar bedroom, messy as usual. You looked at his guitar hanging on the wall, the only other lady you’d ever have to share his heart with. Your gaze wandered to the bedside table, a polaroid of the two of you together on display for him to look at every night before he goes to sleep and every morning when he wakes up.

Eddie made you feel so loved and cared for. You hoped you made him feel the same.

You snuggled deeper into the warmth of his arms. You loved your boyfriend. Whether everyone in town thought he was the devil or not.

[theslushiestnoob]

THE BOY NEXT DOOR (pt3)

Word count: 2.9k

Hamzah x reader

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In the blur of excitement around the move, I hadn’t yet found the time to meet up with my friends. We were at a divided age; they were all either married with children, in committed relationships, or, in my case, feuding with their new infuriatingly pretty neighbour. I often felt their concern about my distinct lack of a boyfriend - they would look at me with pitiful eyes and assure me that I would find love one day (which was not at all condescending or deeply humiliating). Despite my dislike of that particular tendency, I loved them deeply and swiftly organised a dinner with them to catch up the following week.

I pulled on my boots, adjusting my off-shoulder jumper as I zipped them up. The restaurant was nearby, so I would walk rather than drive. In preparation for the chill of the evening, I grabbed my coat and knit scarf.

I locked my door and started down the stairs, getting down one flight before I was stopped in my tracks. A curly-haired man was coming up the stairs, a half- opened cardboard box in his big arms. Hamzah looked me up and down, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His gaze lingered on a freckle on my exposed shoulder, his expression amused. 

‘Woah. Where are you going?’ He asked.

I rolled my eyes, feeling the desire to cover myself.

‘None of your business. What’s with the box?’

Hamzah chuckled softly and stuttered before he said, ‘uhh, new merch designs.’

‘Let me see, then,’ I pressed, craning my neck to look into the box.

Hamzah hesitated for a moment, before sighing. He reached his arm in, pulling out a frighteningly accurate mask of his face and holding it up in front of him. 

I sneered at him, a disgusted expression on my face.

‘Oh my God, you’re such a freak.’ I say, striding away from him and down the rest of the stairs.

*

The restaurant was on a street corner, ambiently lit by the blurred lights of cars racing outside the foggy windows. The walls were plastered with oil paintings of beautiful landscapes and charcoal portraits. Small clusters of tables were spread out the restaurant’s wooden floors, offering the place intimacy and warmth against the chill of the evening.

‘So, y/n, now that you’re in a new neighbourhood, are there any new boyfriends?’ Beck asked.

We had made it to the desserts before the topic had come up. 

That may be a new record, actually. 

I sighed, deliberating between telling the truth and being subjected to their pitying glances or lying and changing the subject. I decided fairly quickly. 

‘Yes, I have a boyfriend, actually,’ I retorted to her snide remark.

‘What?’ my friends gasped in chorus, ‘What’s his name?’

‘His name…’ I begin, stammering as my mind goes blank. ‘Hamzah.’

As soon as I said it, my heart flipped. His name was the first that came to mind, and my cheeks heated at the thought of him. I could barely tolerate the guy, and now I’m saying that he’s my boyfriend?

Ari and Beck exchange a glance, not looking convinced.

‘You’re not being serious,’

‘Yes I am!,’ I said, defensive. Their lack of faith in my love life angered me.

‘Call him, then,’ Beck said, crossing her arms over her chest and narrowing her eyes in suspicious amusement.

‘Fine,’ I said, a flush creeping up my cheeks as I scrolled to Hamzah’s number.

Ring

Surely he won’t pick up.

Ring

What am I doing? Why wouldn’t I just tell the truth?

Ring

It’s too late now. Please don’t pick up.

‘Why on earth are you calling me? What do you want?’ A tinny voice says through the phone.

I fake a peal of laughter, forcing a strained smile as I scramble for a way to start the conversation.

‘Oh, you’re so funny, babe. I just wanted to know how you’re getting on without me.’

There was a beat of silence.

‘Babe? What is happening right now?’ I can almost hear his perplexed frown through the phone.

I fake another laugh, my voice shrill.

‘Don’t act like you don’t love it when I call you that! Anyway, we’re having a good time here. I just wanted to check in on my amazing boyfriend,’

There is a slight pause, and I hear a faint laugh through the phone. Hamzah finally responds, his voice thick with faux sweetness, ‘Of course, well, I’m doing okay, but I miss you so much. I want you here, in my lap, with your hands-’

‘Goodbye, Hamzah! Love you!’ I interrupt, my voice high. I hear him laugh through the phone.

‘Bye, babe.’

*

As I reach my door, Hamzah comes out of his flat and looks at me. An amused expression overwhelmed his face as he opened his mouth to talk.

‘Don’t,’ I warn, holding a hand up to stop him. I leaned my head defeatedly on the cool wood of the door. He held his palms up defensively.

‘Fine, I won’t ask. Babe.’

I pretend to gag as I enter my flat, Hamzah trailing behind me.

‘Who said you could come into my house?’ I asked, planting my hands on my hips in annoyance. He conveniently ignored my question.

‘Okay, I know I’m not asking about it, but I think you owe me now,’ He said.

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose between my fingers. He deserved some kind of explanation, I decided.

‘My friends are obsessed with the idea of me having a boyfriend. I may have told a tiny lie and had to call you to prove it. I hardly ‘owe’ you anything, you said two words,’ I scoffed.

Hamzah smiled gently as he heard the story, shaking his head in amusement.

‘Hmm,’ he murmurs, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning against the door.

‘I still think you owe me.’ His voice was low and heavy, and my heart inexplicably fluttered at the sound.

I let out an annoyed grunt, shooting him an angry look. 

‘What do you want, Hamzah?’ I asked.

‘Well, I’m actually in a very similar situation to you. I may have told Mandy and Martin that I had a date to their wedding, and I also may have told them that you were the date.’

I gulped, attempting to read his face. He seemed sincere - but it was such a ridiculous idea I found it hard to believe that he wasn’t pranking me in some way.

‘Hold on, They’re engaged?’ I asked. I hadn’t noticed a ring on Mandy’s finger, but then again I wasn’t looking for one.

‘Yeah, and the wedding is in two weeks, and I’m the best man... Could you… uh… would you want to come with me?’

‘And pretend to be your girlfriend?’ 

‘I know it sounds crazy, but it’s only for a week - we’re staying in a hotel in Croatia, it’ll be so nice, consider the fake-dating just a part of an all expenses paid vacation,’ Hamzah assured.

I closed my eyes, thinking about the proposition. I would be stupid to turn down a free holiday. How bad could fake dating this beautiful man be? Even though he infuriates me - I can do it for a week.

I look back up at him through my lashes, knotting my eyebrows to show my disdain for the idea.

‘Fine.’

He smiled, and said, ‘Thank you. Mandy got so excited when I brought you up that I can’t confess now. We can fake a break up afterwards, and then you’re off the hook.’ 

I look up at him with an uncertain smile. What had I agreed to do?

*

‘Okay, so how can we make this convincing?’ Hamzah said, pacing the length of my living room. It was the next evening, and he had barged into my flat to initiate a planning session half an hour before. After he wormed his way in, he took the opportunity to order pizza for the two of us.

‘Uhh…’ I stammer, tearing a slice of pizza from the box. ‘Well, we should probably learn some basic facts about each other, right? In case we get asked,’

Hamzah makes a sound of agreement, shaking a pointed finger in my direction.

‘Yes, alright, let's ask each other some questions,’ he says.

‘You first,’ 

He pauses for a moment, tapping his foot impatiently on the hard wood of the floor.

‘Do you have any siblings?’

‘Yup. An older sister.’

‘Okay… uh… what’s your job?’

‘I’m a student, Hamzah, and I’m on my break,’ I said, my tone indicating the obviousness of the statement.

‘Holy cow, I forgot people our age are still in college. Okay - what are you studying, then?’

‘English Literature.’

‘Cool,’ he sighed before groaning, ‘this is going to take forever isn’t it.’ He ran a palm over his face, yawning as he reached forward to grab a slice of pizza.

‘I need to ask you some,’ I tell him.

‘Go ahead.’

‘What’s your favourite colour?’

‘You’re kidding,’ he narrowed his eyes at me in annoyance.

‘What? It’s a legitimate question.’

‘Green,’ he replied, averting his gaze from mine and towards the ceiling.

‘Okay, we’re getting somewhere. Do you have any pets?’

‘Yup. Two cats called Red and Blue,’ a twinkle of fatherly pride shone in his eye as he replied.

I sighed, throwing my head against the back of the sofa. Hamzah, also clearly bored, picked up the TV remote and began to flick through the channels.

‘What are you wearing to the wedding?’ He asked, glancing at me.

‘I have no idea, Hamzah. I found out we were going yesterday. I don’t have any nice dresses,’ I replied, gesturing in the general direction of my sparse wardrobe.

‘Huh,’ he said, ‘I think that couples are supposed to match, y’know? We could go and buy one, and I’ll get a matching tie.’

I looked at him appraisingly. Was he really suggesting we go shopping together? I didn’t love the idea of spending so much time with him, but he was right. It would look good if we matched.

I shrugged casually. ‘Sure, why not. I’m free tomorrow.’

I returned my attention to the tv screen, but I could’ve sworn I saw a smile stretch Hamzah’s face before I turned away.

*

Hamzah had driven us to the mall to look at dresses. The first two stores didn’t have what we were looking for, but this one was looking promising. The racks were overflowing with balls of tulle and and strings of lace, the ambient lighting tinging everything the lightest shade of pink.

‘I feel so out of place here,’ Hamzah bent down to whisper in my ear. I pause from looking through the racks to turn to him, an amused smile on my face. 

‘Really? I would’ve thought you frequent this place. Huh.’

‘Shut up,’ Hamzah replied, smiling and turning away from me. He caught the eye of another man standing at the far wall trailing a woman with an armful of dresses, who gave him a faint pitying smile and mock salute.

‘He seems to be in the same boat as me,’ Hamzah whispered to me, returning the salute. I giggled. I continued to search through the racks, stopping as I pulled out a dark green one. A deep v neck surrounded in silky ruffles, feminine flutter sleeves, and an asymmetrical hem. It was gorgeous. I couldn’t suppress a gasp when I saw it, alerting Hamzah’s attention to my find.

‘Oh wow,’ He said.

‘Wow indeed.’

‘C’mon, come try it on,’ Hamzah said, nodding toward the dressing rooms. I plucked my size off of the rack and practically skipped toward them.

*

I pulled the dress delicately over my head, adjusting the fluttery sleeves. I swirled the skirt around my ankles, feeling its elegant lightness brush against the tops of my feet. I felt beautiful. Yanking the curtain aside, I walked out to face the mirror, and Hamzah sat in an armchair beside it. 

As I neared him, his mouth dropped slightly open, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, admiring the way the dress hugged my curves and showed off my figure.

‘I love it… it's perfect.’ I said, turning to beam at Hamzah. ‘What do you think? Girlfriend material?’

Hamzah stammered for a moment, looking me up and down several times before composing himself.

‘You look gorgeous,’ He said, his face still conveying his shock. I felt a warmth swell into my chest at the sight - I liked the feeling of him admiring me. My cheeks pinked in shame at this revelation.

‘And it should be easy to match with,’ I add, pointing in his direction. He shot me a double thumbs up, his eyes still tracing over my figure languidly.

I swiveled on my heels and returned to the dressing room, where I threw my own clothes back on. I held the beautiful dress against the light, admiring its perfect colour. Only then did it cross my mind to check the tag. Two hundred and eight dollars. Nope. I immediately folded it up, sighing in disappointment. No matter how beautiful it was, I could not fork over that kind of money on a dress for a wedding.

As I leave the dressing room, I place the folded dress on the shelf.

‘Hey, why are you putting it back? I thought it was perfect,’ Hamzah asked, placing a hand on my arm to stop me walking away.

‘Hamzah, it’s almost three-hundred dollars,’ I said to him in a hushed voice.

He looked down at me, cocking an eyebrow as an amused smile overwhelmed his face. He reached to the shelf, picking up the dress and slinging it over his arm. He began to walk away, and I trailed close behind him.

‘Hamzah, I’m not letting you buy me a three-hundred dollar dress.’

‘Why not? You look amazing in it,’ he replied, the compliment momentarily shocking me before I went back to arguing.

‘That’s not - no, I feel bad. We’ll find one somewhere else,’ I say, moving to grab the silky green fabric.

‘Consider it a thank-you gift for being my fake girlfriend,’ he replies, moving his arm out of my reach.

‘No, I can’t -’

‘It’s fine, y/n, stop arguing with me and let me buy it for you,’ Hamzah said, his definitive tone stopping my protests. We walked the rest of the way to the checkout counter in silence, a warm blush rising in my cheeks. I was shocked at the gesture - it was a huge amount of money to drop on a gift, especially on a gift for a girl who makes it clear how much she doesn’t like you. Did this make us friends, now?

‘Thank you. Really,’ I said quietly, touched by his generosity.

*

‘What a pretty dress!’ The cashier said, smiling at Hamzah and I.

‘Only the best for my beautiful girlfriend!’ Hamzah replies, slinging an arm around my shoulder and drawing me in the kiss the top of my head. I stiffen under his touch, realising what he’s doing, and stand in awkward stillness as the cashier rings him up for the dress and hands it to him in a tissue-stuffed bag. With his arm around me, I breathe in his scent - crisp and fresh like a dewy autumn morning, while sweet like a bakery. It was intoxicating, and I almost leaned into him to breathe it in deeper.

He thanked the cashier overenthusiastically as we left the shop, his hand lingering on my lower back as he led me out onto the street. As soon as we stepped out, he swivelled to face me.

‘How was that?’ he asked, his face full of anticipation.

‘Convincing…’ I replied sarcastically.

He scoffed gently. ‘It would’ve been more convincing if you didn’t freeze up like that when I touched you. It looked like I was holding you hostage.’

‘You don’t like my acting skills?’ I replied in a tone of faux hurt feelings, placing a hand over my heart.

Hamzah’s gaze locked onto mine. ‘Clearly, we need to work on those,’ he said before striding toward me. 

‘May I?’ he asked, hovering his hands above my waist. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, before nodding apprehensively. 

Reaching out out and grabbing my waist, he rested his hand in the dip of my side, while the other found my jaw. His dark eyes stayed fixed on mine as he angled my head toward his, the heat of his touch burning my skin. He moved his hand from my waist to my back, rubbing soft circles against it as he pulled me into him. I immediately froze, my hands stationary at my sides, caught completely off guard by his sudden action. My eyes flitted between his deep brown eyes and his tantalisingly full lips, my mouth parted in shock. Our bodies were pressed flush against each other, the heat of his skin on mine making my mind slightly foggy. 

Hamzah sighed. ‘See? This is exactly what I mean. You have to act like you love me,’ he said, rubbing a thumb across my jaw. I attempt to relax under his touch, bringing my eyes to his and allowing my hands to find his shoulders.

‘There you go,’ he whispered, his deep tone causing my stomach to flip. I stepped out of his embrace, overwhelmed by his proximity.

‘Much better,’ he concluded. ‘We have to be comfortable touching each other like that, to really sell it.’ He stuffed his hands into his jeans pocket casually.

‘Yeah, of course, to sell it,’ I repeated quietly, somewhat embarrassed by the interaction.

‘Could still use more practice, though…’ Hamzah said, shrugging nonchalantly and looking at me through his dark eyelashes.

I turned on my heels and began walking down the street. ‘Don’t push it.’

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Please lmk if you're enjoying this series!! I'm really enjoying writing it and planning it out, so I hope you like reading it <3

Have a great day/night slushies 🍧

[specific-dreamer]

darry dropping pony off at college

they were both really excited.

darry’s brainiac baby brother is going to college and he couldn’t be prouder of him because he understands how hard it was for pony to get this far.

and pony’s really excited because he’s finally leaving tulsa (on his terms) he’s doesn’t feel guilty for wanting to leave or anything neither bc he’s only like two hours away (bet ur ass he goes to darry’s college)

as a gag gift, because soda was worried he might have nightmares from sleeping away from home (darry had nightmares his first night on campus and soda overheard his parents talking abt it. this is canon), steve and two-bit get ponyboy a stuffed horse and print out a picture of soda’s face and tapes it to the horses head

(ponyboy takes the photo off and frames it. its the only photo he has out to the general public. it’s a great conversation starter though.

“who’s that?”

“my brother, sodapop”

“oh… i’m so sorry for your loss, when did he pass?”

“when did he-? oh, no he’s not dead. he’s just my favorite 😅”)

i strayed so far from the plot good heavens

ANYWAYS

the entire their unpacking all darry hears is, “darry do you know them? darry why do they keep looking at me like that? darry was that you’re teacher? do you like them, should i have taken him instead?”

mans does not get a second of peace. it’s been like four years, his friends have likely been graduated and there’s no chance in hell he remembers his teachers faces.

but as frustrating as it is, it is cute that pony keeps asking questions because it reminds him of when they were little and all pony would do was ask why

darry and the gang plan to leave well before sunset so they can make it home in time for everyone to get enough sleep b4 work the next day

steve in all his glory tells pony if he cries tn because he misses home it’s okay, he won’t even make fun of him, but pony, in all his glory, says he ain’t gon cry bc he’s not a kid

he hugs soda and darry extra tight when they do leave (at the tail end of sunset. southern mfs i swear) and pony makes them promise to call him when they get home

night falls and all the day’s excitement is gone.

pony? never been away from home on his own. it hadn’t hit him until he’s getting ready for bed that’s he in college. until then it felt like an away trip but when he wakes up he’ll be at home. he’s not having a great time, he misses his brothers

but there’s no pay phone in his room or his end of the hall so he has to go all the way to the lounge to call home

soda answers the phone and he’s real happy to hear his voice bc he had already started missing pony something fierce too. but sodas a creature of habit and only manages to talk to pony for 5 minutes before he’s yawning and has to go to bed

when darry gets on the phone pony is this close to just bursting into tears because he wants to go home

darry somehow knows. can hear it in the quiver of pony’s voice and asks if he wants to just talk for a while regardless of how the phone bill would be that month

pony is over the moon and says yes ofc. darry has to grab the recliner so he can at least sit comfortably because ponyboy could yap his freaking ear off

they end up talking for like 30 more minutes before both of them nod off.

darry’s stretched out on the recliner and the phones dangling off the wall

pony’s curled against the wall underneath the pay phone with his blanket around him and the phone still tight in his hand

it’s smooth sailings after that.

ponyboy wakes up to about three upperclassmen girls and one other boy staring and talking about him and one of the girls snaps a photo with her (new) polaroid. pony’s instantly ready to be on defense but they literally do not care and despite his best lies he’s obvious he was on the phone with family and they find that really endearing and immediately force him under their wing

darry’s wakes up to soda putting the phone up and making breakfast. darry’s feeling a little bittersweet but in all he’s really happy that he could be of any help to pony because he was def getting a little worried

[muletia]

alrighr, yandere it is(maybe, I mean truck dad hyperfixates on you like you're his autism interest)

And also him being completely horny on the inside is so funny like

"Ah hello Y/N, it's always a pleasure to have you here(i was feeling so depressed and having a boner 5 minutes ago in my dorm)"

that's him, that's my obsessed optimus.

like yeah, he smiles at you and seems a bit chirpier than usual in your presence, but he still keeps his feelings for you bottled up inside. he’s like boiling water in a pot with a lid on. the pressure makes the lid rattle, so you know the water’s boiling, but you don’t know how much. when it comes to Optimus’ feelings — it’s intense as hell. giving him attention calms him down a little since he can focus on you, on the conversation, or the contact between your skin and his metal, but if you’re not around, bro’s like a ticking time bomb. and, it really doesn’t help that he’s horny. sometimes.

let’s say he hasn’t seen you for a long time (a week). the longing eats away at his processor; he thinks about you 24/7, and suddenly his thoughts start getting bolder, more shameless, focusing more on your body than your soul. he tries to remind himself, to scold himself, that it’s immoral and he absolutely shouldn’t be stirring himself up like this, because it’s hurtful for both of you. that he’s being crude. and then he looks down and already knows that he’s failed again, that he couldn’t stop himself. and it’s exactly like you wrote — then you show up at the base, and Optimus acts ‘normal,’ sweet towards you, asking if you’re okay, how life’s going, anything just to keep you talking to him, like he wasn't jerking off 5 minutes ago thinking about your cleavage 💀

optimus: the world is a cruel and unjust place. i feel excitement at the sight of a being 50 times smaller than me. i am going insane without them, i need to be near them 25 hours a day or i’ll lose my mind, but i can’t confess my feelings to them because they’ll think i’m disgusting and creepy. i will never be happy...

*reader walks into the base*

optimus: omg reader hi

i can totally see him listening to country music and imagining the two of you as a couple living out in the countryside with a bunch of sparklings.

just pray to god he never finds out what thirst songs are, because he WILL let his erotic fantasies run wild (you top btw)

tbh the only thing that could save him is you confessing your feelings for him and accepting the fact that he’s a freak when it comes to you, because optimus would just keep spiraling in a loop of self-hatred, depression, and arousal until he just burns out.

[drivebyanon]

Me, coming into Tumblr, all excited to spoil myself a little in the Bucktommy tag before watching the episode:

Wow. What terrible timing to have a breakup like this (at least for our side of the fandom) when we all just want (desperately need) love and hope.

Saying that, I have a different perspective than most but please mind you, I haven’t read the interviews and I’m an overly optimistic person. I’m hoping this is NOT the end.

This is 911, they love to torture their characters and their fans and I’m not convinced it’s over. Some things I am considering:

Oliver has hinted recently about how will they/won’t they make the best stories so I kinda knew something might be coming

A major Abby bomb was dropped and that was just going to be it? They really decided to go there after all our joking about it. And that is it? 🫤 There is more story to be told. Especially how Tommy Freaked the Fuck out! We need, dare I say deserve, a deeper conversation.

People have ignored the Glee conversation with Josh. How silly it may seem, it is important because yes, there was two different realities for lgbtq+ people before and after acceptance became more mainstream because of shows like Glee & Drag Race. Tommy as an older gay man who lived closeted, especially under the misogynistic tyrant of Gerrard, is a wounded bird. And so he reacts like one, by protecting himself from more pain. He can’t seem to accept that Buck would want him forever. He’s afraid. He’s just waiting for Buck to leave him. It would be such a loss if the writers didn’t address these story plots they just dropped in this episode. To really tell this story of what it was like to exist before Glee.

Buck went to old patterns. He is afraid of losing someone so he jumps right in to moving things forward fast, 0 - 60 in 5 seconds. “Will you move in with me.” Right after dropping the Abby bomb? Like come on man! That’s enough to make anyone’s head spin.

@dianaflynn22 pointed out that the parallel storyline was Maddie and Chim. Need we remind people that the 1st season Maddie arrived she became friends with Chim, decided to date him, got kidnapped by her crazy ex and then took a break dating Chim before the season even ended. The road to love on this show is NEVER smooth. I mean come on, even Hen and Karen broke up for awhile after she cheated!

We also haven’t talked about THE dinner date. That was filmed awhile back and we all know was supposed to be reflective of how they began. And once again they were interrupted, and once again Tommy’s insecurities reared their ugly head. Because even if he denied it, he was jealous, he was worried, he remembered what happened with Eddie before (PTSD much).

Apparently Oliver hints at Buck going back to his old ways? I hope I’m not wrong about this, but I think he will fail spectacularly. He’ll try and realize he has moved forward. Am I being too optimistic? Most likely yes. I would like this to push him forward to to confront Tommy and be like “What the hell! You’re a self-sabotaging moron!” And have the real conversation/argument that’s needed. And Tommy needs his own “Come to Jesus” moment. Maybe for once he needs to fight for his own happiness and fight for Buck.

And now that I read this all back and think about it, this was an episode not about Buck but about Tommy’s demons, his failings at his engagement, his emotional shutdown, his insecurities, his self-sabotage. For a show that’s going to move on from this character, they sure set up A LOT to build upon with Tommy.

So I am hopeful that this is not the end. That this is the story they always meant to tell and they are dragging it out. 😬🤞🏽Sometimes I wish Pandora kept that damn box closed because hope can be a cruel creature thing.

[ohmuqueen]

Comments from sherlockwols in the SHINee Reddit on the MV trailer that got me even more excited

Edit: more additions to the above comments

[shepscapades]

so! how’s it going

[twomanyfandomshelp]

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

AUGUST 30TH! AAAAHHHH

LITERALLY 21 DAYS!!

@thekingofworems @nyx-of-darkness-1620 @aaronofithaca05 @theghostnamedspecter @imobsessedwiththeatre @rosegoldenatlas @alphabetical-az @jarondont @magicalmyths @a-fucking-tornado DROP WHATEVER YOU’RE DOING AND WATCH THIS RIGHT NOW!!!

[hearts4pearlescentmoon]

WELCOME EVERYBODY TO LIFE IN THE WORLD TO COME

I drew some shit

Close ups under cut

Find book:

Life in the world pt 2:

Chris dunne won’t go to therapy:

Stuffed and wet Santa ft the sun:

Jordan Peterson won’t go to therapy:

(Is climate spelt wrong, yes. Do I care to fix it, no)

and saving the best for last

the eulogy of Bobby sugar bones:

Sleep well my boy

[elleniemae]

The Star Wars brain rot is so powerful, I gained the ability to draw Anakin for once (or five times)

Def one of my top 3 Star Wars characters (along with Ahsoka and Eli Vanto)

[lousylemonseminar]

Haha I’m kinda freaking out because my nerves are dying and shit and I

“ I can’t feel anything “ echoes and reverberates of f the chambers of a hollowing mind. Though something holds its exterior softly, even if “softly” is only known through sight .

Day two of jrwi freak week! !

And they ask , with nothing in their hands , for him to calm down . Shushes and faint lullabies can tear the innards of their throat if he thought it hard enough

But you’re here now . I have you and I feel you . And I’ll cradle you even as the webbings of your system fail . I’ll hold you as your hair drifts to the sweat of your body and the spheres of your eyes blur with unfeeling bleakness . And you’ll be in my arms as ash

Sorry for getting to this literal daaayss late I’m prolly putting down freak week for myself But I do wanna pick up its prompts on a later date!!!!! Sorry for the . Blabbing I was using it to make up for the rahhrfb

idfk who purple text is cause I didn’t wanna say it was Gillion again cause it literally always is with me . SO WHAGTWVEVRF

Somemem stuff !!! I bit of eyestrain like . Bright colorrs

[dandelionjack]

i would spiritualise anything

[chilapis]

Last post before I crash and no-one hears from me until I return from my first final the morrow’s eve (a changed man no doubt) but there’ll never be anything funnier to me than consistently being viewed as a composed and calm saviour by peers while I’m, actively and uncontrollably losing it.

[boxwinebaddie]

*jersey vc* MenTA ayLNESS, bABeY! <3 🤪 xx

[kiwistede]

When Stede kissed the bottle, I died - what else did I missed..?!

[johndonneswife]