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xxchaosjojoxx · 6 months ago

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First love (Penguin x reader)

A/N: I was blushing writing this omg. More love for our penguin boy.

Song name is: First Love by Utada Hikaru. The english lyrics have a slightly different meaning than the japanese version, but I hope you don’t mind.

I was a former Youtaite and every now and then I still sing/cover songs. I’m not good at that but I enjoy singing. If you wanna hear the song the reader sings feel free to listen to my cover or the original song as well. (In the comments)

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You were humming while you cleaned off the tables in the bar you worked at. It was already dark outside and had nothing else to do right now, except waiting for customers. Your boss walked in. “Get ready y/n, pirates docked on our island.” He said and you were ready to greet them and serve them whatever drink they wanted. You weren’t afraid at all, you knew a lot of pirates, since you worked as a waitress. No one hurt you or was inappropriate towards you. Even if they were, your boss would kick their asses. You heard a lot of footsteps and you turned around, ready to greet them, but you froze. There were two men in front of you. Laughing at each other's stories. They wore hats. You could only look at that Penguin hat. “No way.” you whispered. They looked at you shortly, smiling, waving a short “hello” before walking to the end of the bar sitting at a table. The two men didn’t recognize you. Ok to be fair it was 10 years ago. 10 years is a long time though.

You were a waitress in Pleasure Town on swallow island together with Penguin. You worked a few years together. He was cute, funny and overall an adorable dork. You fell in love with him pretty fast. It was hard not to. But sadly, one day, he left with his friends on a submarine. After you read the news about the new pirate crew, named “Heart pirates”, you decided to leave as well. You had the hope to see them again, especially your first love.

You ran around, serving drinks and then you saw them. Bepo and Law. “Shachi and Penguin couldn’t remember me…they forgot about me too. I’m sure of it.” You thought and served them their drinks. A hand grabbed yours and you turned around, looking into Law’s eyes. “So it’s really you, y/n-ya” he said and showed you a small smile. You nodded happily. “So you recognize me?” Bepo nodded while grinning. “I said that you looked like y/n earlier. And I was right. Do you remember us as well?” He asked.

“Of course Bepo. I could never forget my favorite pirates.” You laughed. “We have to catch up soon, but sadly I have to work. Maybe we can chat after my shift?” You asked and Law nodded. “Sure. We will stay til tomorrow. So there is no rush.” He said calmly. You never interacted much with him back in the days, but you remember him being friendly whenever you talked with him.

You rushed over to the bar, refilling some glasses for your guests. “Mind singing us a little song, missy?” your boss asked you. With a grin you accepted his request. “It would be a pleasure. Like always.” Not only were you working as a waitress you were a singer in that bar for a while now as well.

He held a microphone in front of you and you accepted it gladly.

“Hello everyone.” You said and they were turning towards you. You could feel their eyes on you. “If you don’t mind I would sing a few songs for you to entertain your stay. I hope you will like it.” With that, soft music echoed through the bar and was followed by your voice soon after. You had a calm and soft voice. Singing was your passion and you enjoyed it since you were a kid. The pirates were looking at you. Humming as well, smiling or just enjoying the music. You looked at the table where Penguin and Shachi were sitting. They were grinning, singing as well. A smile was on your face.

After your performance you glanced over at Penguin before you walked towards Law with fast steps.

“Law, I have a request.” He was sighing. “Let me guess. You wanna join our crew?”

He looked at me with a stern look on his face. Without avoiding his gaze you nodded and gulped. “I could be your musician...or yor cook. Maybe I can be a log keeper as well. You know I liked those back in the days. Just please let me-” Law interrupted you.

“Ok ok. We will find something for you. Don’t worry. If you are really sure about that, pack your things. We will leave tomorrow morning. If you have a change of heart, stay here.” You nodded happily. “Thank you very much. Don’t tell Pen and Shachi please. They have to remember me on their own, ok?” With that you left the bar. Ready for a new adventure in your life.

The next morning you were standing on the deck of the polar Tang. Law coughed.

“Everyone. This is Y/N. She will be our musician and helps us in the kitchen as well. Give her a hand, if she needs something in the beginning.”

They were all welcoming you with a bright smile.

Penguin and Shachi were approaching you soon. “Hey I am Penguin and this is Shachi. It’s nice meeting you.” He said with a smile on his face. “You seem somewhat familiar. I knew someone with the same name as well.” You giggled. “What a coincidence.” Penguin and you were laughing. Shachi was kinda confused. “Ehm Pen? I guess Y/N is the same Y/N from back home. They look similar.” Shachi said and Pen froze. Looking at you with an intense gaze. “Wait…really?” He asked and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Why didn’t you say so earlier? Like yesterday in the bar?”

You had tears in your eyes from the laughter. “You guys forgot about me. So it was a decision to remember me…or not.”

From this day on, you got closer with your crew, especially Penguin and Shachi. The feelings you harbored back then blossomed again inside your chest. He was still the same cute, funny and dorky guy you remembered. But now he was more mature, and he was more attractive than the last time you saw him. Since the day you left Swallow island, you worked on different original songs and one evening you decided to perform one.

Your crew was sitting on the deck, smiling and waiting for a performance. Even Law was there, standing against the railing. Watching you closely as you stand in front of your new family. “Hey guys. I would love to perform a song for you, I wrote myself. I have never performed it before, but I hope you will like it.”

As soon as the music played, you felt really nervous. It was not just a normal song. It was a song dedicated to your first love. And he was sitting in the front row. Smiling at you, giving you a thumbs up, to cheer you up. You closed your eyes for a short while you started humming and singing the song.

As you sang you were looking directly at Penguin. You couldn’t avoid your gaze and you wouldn’t want it any different. Seeing his expression was the most important thing for you at that moment. Your singing voice was sweet and soft for Penguin and your crewmates. They were smiling at you and dancing a little while they were enjoying your song.

Your eyes were locked on his face. He was still smiling until you sang the refrain. He was confused and felt a little uncomfortable. It was a love song and you looked at him directly.

He gulped and felt a blush on his cheeks. // Maybe she sings it while looking at me, because she feels more comfortable while doing so? I have no idea. Don’t read too much into her actions.//

The past few weeks were fantastic. He found his close friend and had a chance to get to know her better. He enjoyed spending time with you like he did back then. You were cute, had a nice voice and were laughing at his jokes. Penguin has fallen for you slowly. Hearing your voice was magical for him. His thoughts were racing, thinking that you would maybe like him as well. But he knew that this was just a little dumb thing to think about. You were singing about your first love. It couldn’t be him.

After your performance you were shaking and you felt super shy. Bepo, Ikkaku and Shachi jumped up and hugged you tightly, praising you. You still felt nervous. Penguin’s expression changed every now and then. You didn’t know if it was a good thing or not. You went towards the railing, taking a deep breath as you adored the beautiful sight of the sea in front of you. Footsteps came near you. “You were fantastic.” Penguin said and you turned around. Your face was heating up. “T-Thanks”.

There was a silence between you. Penguins' voices filled the void. “You know…singing such a beautiful song with such a powerful message…it felt weird, that you looked at me the whole time… But I guess it wasn’t intentional.”

You studied his face. He was looking away from you, scratching his blushing cheek. You couldn’t help but smile, so you took a step towards him. “Was it?”

He was looking at you again. “Yeah I thought for a moment, that I was your first love back there. Funny thing, right?” He stuttered and felt nervous. There was no way, right?

A smile appears on your beautiful face. “Nah. ‘Was’ is the wrong word. You still are my first love, y’know.”

He froze while his face was now deep red. “W-W-Wait what?” He was confused. Did he hear you correctly? Are you messing with him?

“But how? Why? You never said anything at all.”

You were right in front of him, looking up at him. “What was I supposed to do? The day I was deciding to confess to you, you left with Law, Bepo and Shachi. I couldn’t tell you how I felt, after you said your goodbyes.” His hands found yours. It was a tingly feeling. “I told myself that I would tell you the truth, when I ever get a chance to see you again.”

Penguin was stuttering and his hand was sweating. “B-But a lot of time passed. How can you say that I still am your first love?”

You avoided his gaze while whispering. “You do know what people say right? You never forget your first love. All the feelings I harbor inside me, started to bloom again, as soon as I saw you again in that bar.”

You squeezed his hands as you decided to look him deep into his eyes. “Even if you don’t feel the same way about me. I would love to get a chance to give you the love you deserve, please?” Your smile was too cute for him to handle, so he nodded like a maniac. Leaning in, giving you a chaste kiss on your right cheek. “How could I say no to this and you? You wrote a song about me. I would be an idiot if I would reject you.” He grinned and you were happy that a new chapter in your life will start very soon.

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thornsnvultures · 2 years ago

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They're so cute omg 😖💞

no other will do - e.m.

Summary: You're home from college for the holidays. Eddie's playing a show and he wants you to be there. How can you say no to the boy you've been in love with since freshman year?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word count: 4.8k

Warnings/tags: mean girl who is jealous of reader, friends to lovers, absolutely lovesick eddie. this man is so in love with you!!!

Eddie's waiting in front of the gate when you come out.

You'd honestly believed you'd convinced him not to come. Five times on the phone you had told him he didn't need to. It's a long drive from Hawkins to O'Hare International Airport. You're on break, Eddie's probably busy; there's no way you'd expect him to spend a day chauffeuring you to town.

But there's his van.

Eddie is not dressed properly, despite it being November, clad in a leather jacket and jeans. His hair is tied back in a ponytail. You're struck with the urge to run over and kiss him.

No! No. Bad Y/N. You'd gone to college four states away for a reason. Yes, it had the program you wanted and branching out of Hawkins was necessary. But more importantly, it gave you ample space to get over your longtime crush on your best friend.

Mission failed, obviously.

"Eddie," you call weakly, waving.

He looks up and his face splits into a grin. Eddie meets you halfway to the van, taking your suitcase.

"I distinctly remember telling you not to pick me up from O'Hare," you say, following him to the car.

"How long have we been friends?" Eddie asks. "You should know by now that anything you tell me not to do, I'll do it."

"So if I had asked you to pick me up, you wouldn't have?"

Eddie pretends to think about it.

"Hmm. Nope. I'd still be here. Gotta make sure Hawkins' princess arrives safely."

He loads your suitcase and closes the door. Then he turns to you, beaming. Your heart does a flip-flop.

"Missed ya, sweets," he says softly.

"I missed you too, Eds."

He pulls you into a hug and you melt. Eddie’s warm and smells like that familiar spicy cologne you’ve been homesick for for the last three months. All the promises you'd made yourself about not getting soft and dumb for Eddie Munson fly out the window. You're hopeless. And he doesn't even know it.

He releases you and opens the passenger-side door for you, then gets in on the other side.

"This is pretty," Eddie says, turning the ignition.

He tugs on the hem of your green knitted sweater.

"Oh." You swallow. "Thanks. It's new, I got it at a shop near school. They have a guitar store, you know?"

"Yeah? Did you go inside and wow them with your knowledge about heavy metal?"

"No," you giggle. "I'd never look at guitars without you. 'S sacrilegious."

“Sacrilegious, huh? Am I some kinda guitar god?” Eddie grins.

“I’m not gonna answer that and blow up your already giant ego.”

“Ego! That’s it. Outta the van, princess.”

“No chance,” you say, clicking your seatbelt. “Royalty deserves proper treatment.”

“You called my bluff,” he sighs. “I have a hard rule about never kicking pretty girls out of my van.”

You turn to look out the window so Eddie won’t see your reaction to that. He starts the car and pulls out of the pickup zone.

“Hey, so,” he says. “Speaking of guitar gods, we, uh… got a gig.”

You snap your head back.

“You did? Where?”

“It’s called Excalibur, ‘bout twenty minutes from Hawkins. Kinda feels like a sign,” he chuckles.

“A paying gig? Eddie, that’s amazing! I’m so proud of you,” you gush.

Eddie’s suddenly shy, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Really?”

“Of course I am. I always believed in you. If anybody can be a rockstar, it’s you.”

Eddie glances at you, then back at the road. He seeks out your wrist and squeezes. He might as well be squeezing your heart.

“Thanks, princess,” he says fondly. “Well, so, what I wanted to ask is: will you come? I’d get you in for free, obviously.”

“Eddie, it’s a business—”

“That can afford me bringing a plus one,” he finishes with a wink. “Non-negotiable.”

“You want me to come? I’m not exactly heavy metal.”

“Of course I want you to come, sweet thing. You’re my best friend and you’ve supported me from the start. I know it ain’t your scene, but you don’t have to stay the whole time! We’ll probably go eat afterwards and you can meet the others.”

“Others?” you ask.

“Yeah, well, since we got booked, we’ve been scoping out the place. We met this other band, Birds of Prey. The lead singer, Missy, she’s cool. Real Janis Joplin vibes, y’know?”

“Oh.” Missy. Of course Eddie had met a girl. You couldn't expect him to just not. Eddie’s a sweet guy. Funny. Handsome. Love of your life. Et cetera.

“So you’ve met a lot of… girls?”

Eddie glances at you and shrugs.

“Some.”

“Like on dates?”

Shutupshutup. Eddie’s too clever for you to be asking direct questions like that. You might as well hang a neon sign around your neck that says jealous!

He laughs.

“I’m really not the kinda guy people go on dates with, angel.”

Which is not true. At all. If you can figure out Eddie’s a winner, any girl with a half a brain can do the same. But you don’t tell him that, because you’re selfish and pathetic.

“I want to go,” you say instead.

Eddie lights up. “Great! Oh, awesome. It’ll be a bitchin' show, promise.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

Eddie seeks out your hand, rubbing your knuckles. You smile despite the acute feeling you’re sealing your doom.

Friday comes fast. You spend most of your time before Eddie's show agonizing over why you love tormenting yourself. Then he rings you up and asks if you'll come over for a pre-show soiree. And because you're a sucker for Eddie Munson, you say yes.

You've been to the trailer before. It's not strange at all for you to be here. Wayne knows you well. But for some reason, this feels different. When you saw Eddie everyday, you could pretend. His constant proximity was normal then. Now, after three months apart, you're a lovesick calf. It's just like when you'd first realized your crush on Eddie back in freshman year. You'd been an absolute mess and it'd nearly cost your friendship.

You've sworn not to make that mistake again.

Eddie’s room currently looks like a tornado ran through it. Clothes are strewn everywhere. You dodge a flying bandana from your place on the bed as he continues to rifle through his closet.

"Eds," you sigh. "Does it really matter what you wear?"

"Of course! It's a statement."

"But the whole point of metal is to not care," you say. “Come back so I can do your other hand.”

Eddie obeys. He kneels one leg on the bed and sticks his unpainted hand out. He’s got a bit of black kohl around his eyes and brand new spiked boots. You make sure not to look at his face for too long so you don’t do something really stupid.

You laser in on Eddie's fingernails, carefully painting them with black nail polish. He holds his breath every time you get close, still as a statue.

"Actually, the point of metal is to protest societal structures you don't agree with, like the government,” he says. “Metalheads definitely care if you're not dressed for a concert."

“But I thought everything in your wardrobe is metal.”

“Yeah, but—” Eddie gestures to his Metallica tank top. “This isn’t concert metal. I have a reputation, y’know.”

“Well, I’m not dressed for a Corroded Coffin concert either,” you reason. “I don’t own anything metal.”

You’d tried, for the record. You'd found a charcoal gray sweater and black tights. That’s about as close to metal as you can manage.

“That’s okay, princess. You’re so pretty, you don’t need to wear proper attire. I, on the other hand, need to look like I eat souls for breakfast.”

You cap the polish. Eddie thinks you're pretty.

“Okay, done. Don’t smear it.”

Eddie wiggles his fingers with a grin.

“You’re a doll. What if I pair this with my jacket? Or wait! What about my torn black jeans?"

Eddie gets up, hands poised delicately. He stops at his closet and pouts.

"I'll ruin your hard work," he frowns. "D'you mind helping me look mean and scary?"

You get up with a smile.

"Impossible. You could never be mean and scary."

"Way to crush a guy's dreams, princess."

You shrug. "Somebody has to tell you."

You gently push through Eddie’s “clean pile.” You pick up a leather jacket and a torn sleeveless top that says Devil’s Advocate.

“What about this one? You look nice in this one,” you say, holding it up to him.

“Nice? I can’t look nice! I’m not going to prom, Y/N.”

You sigh.

“Fine. You look mean and scary. Straight from the Underworld. Satan himself. Better?”

Eddie shivers exaggeratedly, grinning.

“Getting me hot under the collar with that talk, princess.”

“Shut it,” you huff, throwing the jacket at him to hide your fluster.

Eddie squawks, dodging the jacket. He wiggles his fingers.

“They’re drying!”

“I’m pretty sure they’re dry now, Eds.”

“We really can’t be so sure, can we?”

You get up with a sigh.

“I am not taking your shirt off, Eddie.”

“Well, ouch, princess.”

He shrugs and in a second, pulls his shirt off. You immediately turn, looking up at the ceiling.

“Jeez,” Eddie says behind you. “‘M not gonna blind you. They show male chests on MTV, y’know.”

“I’m giving you privacy,” you say, face hot. “Now hurry up. You don’t wanna be late.”

You peek, just for a second, and catch a glimpse of pale, freckled skin and a line of hair that disappears under his jeans. Nope, nope. You are not going down that rabbit hole of thought.

“Can you at least help with the jacket?” he asks.

“I suppose.”

You take the jacket and bring it behind him. Eddie sticks his arms through, never breaking eye contact.

“Good?” you check.

“Perfect, sweet thing.”

You frown at the jeans he’s chosen.

“Eddie, those have holes.”

“Yes, dear, I know. I made ‘em.”

“It’s November! You can’t wear clothing with holes.”

Eddie beams, eyes scrunching. You cross your arms.

“What?”

“Nothin’,” he says. “‘S just nice you care so much ‘bout me not getting sick. You really are a sweet thing.”

“Well, I don’t want you to be sick over my visit.”

“Purely selfish reasons, huh? Tsk tsk.” Eddie shakes his head.

“No! I just—wanna spend time together,” you say. “And we can’t do that if you’re sick.”

“Alright, alright. What if I wear my lightly torn jeans? ‘S that fair?”

Eddie steps away from you, beginning to undo his belt. You panic.

“Uh, yeah, yep! Fine! I’ll go start the car.”

You scurry down the hall and grab Eddie’s keys. You get into the van. By the time Eddie comes out, the car’s already warmed up. He wears jeans that have significantly less rips. Eddie puts his guitar in the back, then gets into the driver's seat. He smiles at you.

“Aw, look at you, keepin’ my seat warm.”

“Because you have the blood circulation of a vampire,” you reply with an eye roll.

“Vampire and the princess. Now there’s an underrated literary trope.”

Eddie looks at you a moment more. Then he seems to make a decision, sliding off the cross on his middle finger and putting it on your left ring finger. Your eyes widen.

“Eddie—”

“For luck,” he says.

“But… I’m not playing.”

“I know.” He shrugs. “But if I know you’re wearing my ring, well, I gotta make you proud. Don’t wanna be an embarrassment while you’ve got my ring on.”

“Oh, Eds. I am proud. You’re doing it.”

Eddie gives you the softest smile you’ve ever seen.

“Thanks, sweet thing.”

“You’re welcome. Now you really have to drive, Eddie. You’ve got a half an hour till your show starts.”

He checks his watch.

“Shit! Alright, hold onto something. We’re cutting this twenty minute trip down to ten.”

Eddie ends up making some questionable driving advances. Halfway through, you question if you should’ve gotten into the car with him. But you get there on time.

Eddie ushers you out.

“Eddie, just go, it’s okay. I can find my way inside.”

“Oh, absolutely not, princess. This crowd is rougher than The Hideout’s. Plus, I gotta get you in somehow. C’mon, pretty girl.”

Eddie keeps his guitar in one hand and you in the other. You’re practically glued to his side as he corrals you both to the back entrance.

“Hey, Sal.” Eddie waves at the bouncer parked at the door. “Everybody’s inside?”

“Sure is. You’re on in ten. Better hurry.”

“Thanks. This is Y/N. She’s with me.” Eddie nods to you.

“No guests, Munson,” Sal frowns.

“Watch it, Sal,” Eddie pushes back. “She’s not a guest. She’s my girl. Came all the way from college to see me. Y’mind? We’re on a tight schedule.”

Sal looks at you. You hope he doesn’t ask questions; you have all the speaking ability of a fish right now.

“Hmm. Fine. No tricks.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Eddie grins, tugging you through the entrance.

“You lied to him,” you whisper when you’re far enough away. “Eddie—”

“Sweet thing, what was I supposed to say? Had to get you in. And I didn’t lie, okay? You did come from college and you are my girl. Only girl I’ve got, right?”

“But… you made it sound like we’re—”

“Dude!” Gareth hisses. “Where the fuck have you been?”

Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Chill, Gare-Bear. We’ve got time. Where’s Jeff?”

“Bathroom. Hi, Y/N.”

You wave shyly.

“Hey, Gareth. Cool chain.”

Gareth gives Eddie a look. You don’t know what it means, but whatever it does makes Eddie’s cheeks redden. He turns to you and squeezes your waist.

“I gotta go. Stay in the front so I can see you, ‘kay?”

“Why? Afraid I’ll run?”

“Nah,” he grins. “Just rather look at your pretty face instead of these ugly mugs.”

“Hey!” Gareth huffs.

“Eddie…” you tut. “Be nice.”

“Not nice. Mean and scary.”

He makes Devil horns with his fingers and sticks out his tongue. You giggle.

“See you after,” you say. “Good luck!”

And with that, you brave the crowd. Immediately, you feel out of place.

You’ve been to Eddie’s shows before at The Hideout. But this crowd is bigger and definitely a more intense scene than Hawkins. Most of the crowd is already drunk, or at least buzzed. They’re loud with excitement and unaware of their surroundings. You focus on not getting pummeled and on finding a seat up front like Eddie’d told you.

A group of girls push past you. The ringleader knocks into your shoulder and gives you a dirty look. She has long, dyed purple hair and black makeup. Her features are striking and perfect for the atmosphere. You wish you could fit in like she does, at least for Eddie’s performance. You’re starting to feel like you might be the embarrassment tonight.

“Watch it,” she snaps.

“Sorry,” you mumble, and grab a seat.

Thankfully, nobody else bothers you. It’s only another minute before the lights dim. The first band is clearly very popular, judging by the howling cheers they get. Their frontman is covered head to toe in tattoos. You make a note of a green dragon inked on his neck. Eddie will like that one a lot.

You do your best to match the energy in the room, despite not knowing many songs. Eddie’s played a few bands for you, but since metal isn’t really your thing, you’re lost when it comes to the less well-known bands.

After the opening act finishes, you see a curly head of hair poke out of the curtains. Eddie searches for you. You wave and he finds you then, giving you a big smile.

“Having fun?” he yells.

“Tons!” you shout back.

He gives you a thumbs-up and disappears backstage. The curtains part.

“And now, Birds of Prey!”

The group of girls who’d bumped into you step onstage. You clap lightly and stay seated. Their lead singer, the purple-haired woman, gets to the microphone. Missy.

“You guys ready to hear some real music?” she laughs.

The crowd screams.

“Good!”

They launch into Enter Sandman. Missy has a perfect voice for it, raw and raspy. You prefer Eddie’s voice, sweet and low. He always complains it’s not metal enough. You’re sympathetic but you secretly love that Eddie can croon, if he really wants to. Sometimes he does, when he’s had a beer or two and is sleepy with affection. Then he’ll sing along to Wayne’s Buddy Holly records. Your very own Eddie Munson exclusive.

Bird of Prey finish after a couple songs. You politely clap with the crowd.

“And now, something fresh!” the emcee announces. “Corroded Coffin!”

You jump from your seat, clapping excitedly. The band comes out. Eddie dances around the stage, hyping up the crowd. They eat it up. Eddie’s born to perform.

His eyes find yours and he blows a kiss. You shake your head. After all these years, Eddie still flusters you better than anybody.

“Those ladies before us were pretty dope, huh?” Eddie asks the crowd.

They scream their agreement. He grins.

“Hope you guys like Ozzy.”

Eddie is beautiful. He plays guitar like it’s an extension of himself. Everyone else is yelling to the lyrics, nearly drowning out the sound. You can only stand and stare. You probably look ridiculous gawking at them. But oh, well. You love Eddie Munson. If you look like a fool, so be it.

Jeff closes their performance. The crowd goes wild with applause.

You go backstage before the next band goes up; once the lights go down, it’ll be impossible to navigate the crowd. Backstage is thrumming with energy. You spot Birds of Prey first. Missy locks eyes with you. She struts to you, brow raised. You draw your shoulders back, braced for a fight.

“Princess!”

Eddie drapes himself over you like it’s been years since you’ve seen him as opposed to forty-five minutes. You hug him back, tearing your gaze from Missy.

“Hi, Eds,” you say.

“Hi, sweet thing!”

He squeezes you hard, curls tickling your cheek. Ah, yes. This is why you’re here.

“You were amazing,” you gush. “Really, really wonderful, Eds.”

Eddie looks like you’ve just told him he won ten million dollars.

“You really think so?” he asks. “Not just pumping my ego, are you?”

“No, Eddie. I loved it. Especially the Dio one.”

He grins.

“Oh, I know. Saw you dancing, pretty.”

“Stooop,” you whine. “Don’t make fun of me, Eds.”

“I’d never. You’re the best dancer there, angel.”

“Yo, Munson!”

One of the performers waves at Eddie.

“We’re heading out! C’mon.”

“Yeah, Eddie,” Missy coos. She looks at you. “Bring your friend too.”

Your stomach twists. Eddie turns to you.

“Hungry?”

“Oh, um… sure. Where are we going?”

“This burger joint. ‘S not far. I’ve been there loads of times.”

“With Missy?”

Eddie gives you a funny look.

“Sometimes her band comes. Wanna check it out?”

You don’t want to be a drag. Eddie is genuinely excited, hopped up on adrenaline. The rest of the band will be there too. It’s not fair to make him take you home.

“Okay,” you say, trying to smile. “Sure, Eds. Sounds great.”

Missy, luckily, takes another car. So it’s just you and Corroded Coffin in Eddie’s van. Jeff and Gareth chatter about the show and songs they should play next. You’re in the front seat, because Eddie always has you sit up front no matter who’s in the car.

“Eds?” you ask.

“Hm?”

“Are you, uh… h-how well do you know the bands that played tonight?”

Nice. Subtlety +100.

“The first guys who performed, Black Tar? Not that well. Their frontman, Beetle, he’s kind of a legend at Excalibur.”

“With the dragon tattoo?”

“That’s him. Staring at other guys’ tattoos, huh?”

“Actually, I was thinking the dragon would look much better on you, Eds.”

Eddie grins.

“Yeah?”

“Mmhm.”

“I have been thinking of getting a new one. You haven’t chosen a tat for me since freshman year. High time we continue the tradition.”

“I think a blue dragon would look cool,” you say. “On your back or something.”

“My back? But then no one would see it, sweet thing.”

“I’d know it’s there.”

Eddie laughs.

“Would you come with me to get it?”

“Of course,” you say. “I always do. Even when you got your bats from that skeevy guy at The Hideout.”

“Now Bill was a nice dude and dirt cheap. ‘Sides, my arm didn’t turn green, did it?”

“Thank God,” you huff.

“Always worrying about me, sweet thing.”

“Somebody’s gotta make sure you don’t wreak havoc on unsuspecting Hawkins.”

Eddie pulls into the parking lot of Brey’s Beef. Big deals on big beef! the sign reads. Your chest tightens at the sight of Missy and her band inside. Eddie reaches for your hand and squeezes.

“Ready?”

“Yeah, yeah. Ready.”

Eddie opens your door and you curse how sweet he is and how in love you are.

Brey’s is a tiny burger shop that looks like it time-traveled here from the 50s. You go with Eddie to the counter and study the menu boards while you wait in line.

“Their milkshakes are to die for,” Eddie whispers in your ear.

“To die for, huh? Munson approved?”

“One hundred percent.”

You order a cheeseburger and a strawberry milkshake. Eddie orders an ungodly creation called The Demon and a mint chocolate milkshake. You make a face.

“Hope you like your toothpaste shake,” you snort.

“Mint chocolate is superior,” Eddie shoots back and pulls out his wallet.

“Eds, wait—”

“No, no,” he says, pushing your coin purse aside. “I’m paying.”

“Eddie, no, c’mon…”

“Who got paid tonight?” Eddie asks, shaking his wallet. “Lemme treat you, princess. ‘S not like I get to do it much this year.”

Eddie pays and scoots you to the condiment counter. You sigh, shoving your coin purse back in your coat.

“Eds, I would’ve paid. You should save that money.”

“‘S okay, sweet thing. You’re worth it.”

God, how can he just say those things? He has to know what they do to you, doesn’t he?

“I’ll wait for the food, ‘kay? You can sit down.”

You glance at where the others are and try to hide your grimace.

“Okay, Eds. Thanks.”

You take the seat at the end of the table. Missy and her band are in the middle, heavily flirting with the Black Tar members. As soon as she spots you, she stops. Her smile doesn’t reach her eyes.

“So,” she says. “This is the famous Hawkins Princess I’ve heard so much about.”

“Just Y/N is fine,” you mumble.

She laughs and tosses her hair over her shoulder.

“Didn’t know Eddie hung out with your sort.”

“My sort?”

“Y’know.” She gestures. “Normie. Uptight. Did you even know any of the songs tonight?”

“Some of them. Eddie’s played Dio and Sabbath for me.” You turn to Beetle. “Your opening number was a really cool cover. Judas Priest, right?”

Beetle winks at you. “Hell yeah it was. Thanks, Hawkins.”

Missy sneers.

“Well, you know how to pretend, I’ll give you that. I’m surprised, though.” She turns to her friend. “Remember when that one townie wandered in? How embarrassing.”

Her friend giggles.

“Oh, yeah. He was so jumpy too. God, what a freak.”

The word makes you feel sick.

“Eddie thought it was hilarious too,” Missy adds. She looks at you. “I guess metal’s not for everyone.”

“Lay off, Miss,” Beetle says. “Don’t be an ass.”

“I’m not!” she squeals. “I’m just saying, y’know, people should stay in their lane.”

“Eddie says metal is for everybody,” you say, stronger than you feel.

“Of course he’d tell you that,” she scoffs. “And then you’ll go back to college for six months and he’ll forget all about you. Eddie’s not gonna want somebody holding him down, duchess.”

And that does it. You can’t take anymore. You’ll apologize to Eddie in the morning for walking out but right now, you’re tired. If this is the girl Eddie wants, you won’t fight.

Missy whines after you, syrupy venom sinking into your brain.

“Running already, queenie?” she mocks.

Eddie told you once there’s no shame in running. He said taking shit isn’t heroic. If you can, leave. So you do.

It’s windy and freezing. You know it has to be midnight at least. November nights in Hawkins aren’t known to be mild. You pull your jacket tighter around your shoulders and walk down the sidewalk. Maybe you can hail a cab or something.

Something wet hits your cheek. You wipe away the tear. Another falls, then another.

“Y/N, angel? Wait up!”

Eddie catches your bicep, tugging you around to face him. Fuck. You’ve never been good at lying to Eddie. He can see right through you. You have to think of something.

“Sweet thing, why are you crying?” Eddie pulls up his sleeve and brushes your tears. He looks devastated. “Princess, please don’t cry. Who did this? Tell me, I’ll make sure they don’t bother you again.”

And you can’t help it. The name falls out.

“Missy,” you gasp.

Eddie’s immediately confused.

“Wh—Missy? She made you cry?”

You nod, sniffling pitifully. This is not how tonight should’ve gone.

“What the fuck,” he snaps, and you flinch. This is it; this is where Eddie chews you out for starting drama with the girl of his dreams.

“Oh,” Eddie whispers, eyes wide. “No, no, ‘m sorry. Not mad at you, babe. Sorry, sorry. I just—fuckin’ cannot believe she made you cry. How shitty can you get?”

“I shouldn’t be crying,” you say. “I shouldn’t, it’s stupid, I just—”

“Hey, hey.” Eddie pulls you into a hug, rubs your back in slow circles. “Stop it. Don’t say it’s stupid. If it made you upset, it’s not stupid.”

“I know you like her,” you cry into his shoulder. “I don’t mean to ruin that, I—”

“Whoa, what? Sweet thing, Missy’s just another singer. We’re not betrothed or anything.”

“But you said—over the summer—”

“Yeah, we got to know each other. But she’s just part of the scene. And there’s a bajillion people like that. She’s nothing special, princess, no way. She definitely doesn’t hold a candle to you.”

“But she is metal. And I’m not. And I’m gonna go back to school soon and you’re gonna find somebody who knows all of Dio’s albums and plays Dungeons and isn’t scared of getting tattoos or piercings or—”

“Y/N,” Eddie says. “I don’t care about any of that. You could religiously listen to the Hot 100 like Harrington does, whatever. Doesn’t matter. Won’t change the fact that I’m crazy about you. Nobody’s got my heart but you.”

Eddie freezes. Slowly, you draw back to meet his gaze.

“You’re crazy about me?”

He gnaws the inside of his cheek, looking everywhere but you.

“I, uh… y-yeah. I am.”

You hold on tighter because it feels like Eddie might try to back up first so you won’t have to push him away.

“I’m crazy about you too,” you confess.

Eddie’s eyes go big as dinner plates.

“Me?”

“There’s never been anybody but you,” you inform with delight.

Eddie’s smile is sweet and a little bashful. He surges forward, hands landing on your hips. You put your arms around his neck.

“Kiss me, Eds?”

“Anything for you, sweet thing.”

Eddie is gentle. He moves his arms up, trying to block you from the wind chill. You play with the ends of his curls. It’s everything you’ve wanted since freshman year and more. Eddie’s warm and everywhere. You feel him smile against your lips.

“Told ya you’re my girl,” he murmurs.

You smile softly.

“Sap.”

“Oh, I mean, uh—” Eddie clears his throat. “You’re my girl in a mean and scary way.”

“Very convincing.”

“Thanks, baby. Wanna get outta here?”

You frown at the windows.

“I kinda wanted to try those Munson-approved burgers.”

“Oh! Shit, hold on.”

He hands you the keys and runs inside. You turn on the van, cranking the heat to four. Eddie flits from the counter to the table. He says something to Missy she does not look happy about. You wiggle giddily in your seat.

Eddie returns shortly. You roll down the window so he can give you the food and shakes. Then he gets into the car, blowing hot air into his hands.

“I hope you didn’t start a fight with Missy,” you frown.

“I just told her to stay the hell away from us.” Eddie shrugs. “Turns out Beetle chewed her out plenty.”

“Seriously?”

“Oh, yeah. You made quite the impression.” Eddie grins and nudges you. “You’re more metal than me, sweet thing. Gareth and Jeff are getting a ride back with him.”

You grimace.

“I guess they weren’t too happy about us ditching them.”

“Nah, they were understanding. Told them I wanted to take my girlfriend home.”

You laugh, warmth flooding you.

“Oh, really. And what did they say to that?”

Eddie grins.

“‘It’s about damn time.’”

#missy can go suck a lemon these dorks are in loooooveee #eddie munson fic

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lousyglitch · 5 months ago

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No one asked but here's how I'd bring back Gallifrey, address the timeless child and still keep the thematic relevance of its commentary:

We know nothing about the doctor's original people other that they're near a portal and can regenerate naturally, so keep that. Don't make them a godlike super-dimensional species, just a civilization with a neat biological defense mechanism that lived near some dimensional rift. The doctor isn't some special chosen one, just a curious kid that happened to fall in the lions' den.

Say that at some point the time lords managed to find them and colonized their planet. Maybe that part of their history wasn't in the matrix because it's too secret or whatever. Gallifrey got access to the rift and just ruled over those beings for eons. Over time and with a lot of killing, the planet became mostly populated by descendants of gallifrey who still feel oppressed by the mainland, but also see themselves as superior to the native species.

When gallifrey got wiped out in the time war, maybe one of the things that contributed to their downfall was the fact that they weren't just fighting skaro, they were also fighting multiple colonies that were using the instability of the time war to free themselves from their colonizers. Make it clear that the time lords are just as supremacist as the daleks, they just prefer to conquer and exploit than kill everyone. They don't find the daleks morally disgusting, they find them uncouth. They prefer their sense of superiority coated with opportunistic politeness.

Make the new planet rule most of the universe. They built an empire when gallifrey got wiped out. They're now crossing the rift to expand their empire to our side of the universe. Maybe they got access again when Sutekh was scratching the walls of the time vortex. They're the new villains, and they seem unsurmountable. In case the analogy isn't completely obvious, the time lords are the british monarchy (as always) and the new empire is america.

They seem more modern than the time lords. Their decor isn't as tacky, most of the people living in the main planet don't see them as oppressive or even an empire, but for the natives, and for most of the rest of the universe, it's very obvious. There's a resistance forming inside, a movement by natives and allies to take their, uh, land back, if you will. But the empire dismisses them, and mostly worries about the "real threats" - go wild: Skaro. Mondas with super updated Cybermen that can teleport and shit, the pantheon, hell, whatever the fuck swarm and azure were supposed to be. Make them all fight the empire.

I know, it's not an action show, you can just imply that they're fighting while the doctor monologues through debree or tells us about how the hallways they're reusing for the 400th time are inside a cyber-armada spaceship or something. The important thing is that they all try to fight the empire and fail.

Then you bring back Gallifrey.

The timelords are now back, in an universe that barely remembers them. With no real status or power, desperately clinging to their perceived position through overvaluing ancient rituals and artifacts. A collective ego held together with bloated arbitrary ettiquete. The new empire completely owns these shoulderpadded dorks. They're pathetic and we can all see it. They barely even understand the post-time war, post-flux universe. Everything changed. Political affiliations, cultural norms, even time itself. They're silly little relics, a tourist attraction, clowns in embarrassing robes.

They try to fight the empire and... lose miserably, obviously. Get put in their place. The empire's got tech that can shut down rassilon's stupid glove with a single gesture. So they try to get the doctor to fight for them. Maybe the master / missy tags along. They offer the doctor everything - an army, a bunch of sci-fi weapons, the goddamn moment if you wanna get wild. But timelord tech isn't getting them out of this. Instead, the Doctor goes to the empire's main planet, finds its native people, his people, and helps in the revolution. Ideally he isn't the main star of it or anything, it was happening anyway.

The revolution wins, obviously. They have people inside the empire's ranks, they know their enemies, they were being underestimated in every step, and, you know, they regenerate indefinitely. None of the anti-regeneration techniques work on its originators. They're thoroughly made of life. "If you represent death, then surely I must represent life." They do what no one else in the universe could, and demolish the empire from within. The victory must come from the oppressed, or it's no victory at all.

It's doctor who, so most of that would have be crammed in the finale. A two-parter if we're lucky. But I think it could work. After that you have new story possibilites with the doctor learning more about his people as they rebuild, maybe taking susan! Meanwhile, you got the time lords pulling stupid stunts to regain relevance. Plus, you know, the usual stuff, fighting CG ostriches with blackbeard, uncovering a conspiracy in a reality show in pluto and whatnot.

There! A new dynamic that's not like the last 20 years of modern who and not quite like classic who either. New possibilities for commentary and thematic relevance. Is this me just coping with not having time to write a whole fanfic? absolutely. This ended up like 3x bigger than I expected and I need to work oh god oh no

#gallifrey #doctor who #pretty much a fanfic #writing #time lords #story ideas perhaps #timeless child

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countrymusiclover · 11 months ago

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32 - Acting like Teenagers

Part 33

Family is more than Blood

@icefrye19 @secretdreamlandmentality

Missy’s pov

A few days later it was finally Friday afternoon when I was waiting outside Mystic falls high school. My sister Alina was there with me. Swinging my legs back and forth sitting on one of the picnic tables I sighed where she finally broke the silence between us. “So why exactly are we outside the human high school waiting for somebody?”

“I’m waiting for Ethan. You can leave if you don’t want to be here.” I told her flipping my hair over my shoulders when I looked her way.

She sends me a half glare, gesturing to her growing belly. “Hey don’t be angry with me. I am very moody right now after this..”

According to our aunt Freya she was getting close to being five months pregnant. She was having to wear some of Jackson’s hoodies since she couldn’t fit into some of her clothes. Thankfully we could compel people not to judge that she was an eighteen year old pregnant girl. “Okay I’m sorry, Lina. I just wanted to feel normal for once given what we’ve been through the past few days.”

“Do you think mom is going to be okay now that her memories are back. I’ve never seen dad worry about the veins on her arms.” She pointed out to me tapping her fingers on her knees.

Shaking my head I wasn’t sure. “Mom’s been through hell and back. If anything she will be able to get through this. They are both tough as nails.”

“I suppose you’re right. We have to get our brave streak from somewhere. Now if you are wanting to do a party I’ll call Lizzie and see if she’s got any ideas.” Alina pulled up her phone texting the blonde Saltzman witch.

Shifting my attention away from her and her texting I saw the main school door get swung open and everyone started rushing outside happy the school day was over now. Scanning the crowd of people I shut my eyes trying to pinpoint his specific heartbeat. “Missy! Hey Alina, what are you guys doing here up here?” Ethan finally noticed us and he ran over smiling at us.

“We didn’t have class today and I couldn’t wait to see you.” I grinned sliding off the picnic table standing in front of him.

He nodded in understanding. “Nice. Who are you texting so much over there, Alina?”

“Our cousin Lizzie. It’s Friday night and we deserve to party tonight.” She responded by throwing her hands up in the air feeling embarrassed when he just stared at her. “I probably look ridiculous right. Pregnant girl wants to get her party on.”

My boyfriend shook his head in disagreement “it’s not lame at all. After getting cut from the football this morning I could use a good distraction.”

“You got cut this morning. I’m sorry I didn’t think that would happen.” I apologize to him remembering the day that he got injured because of Josie.

Alina’s phone vibrates when she reads the text out loud. “Ohhh yes! She said that we could have the party out at the old Lockwood mansion that was given to Mayor Donavan. That way there’s no way our parents or Uncle Ric can ruin our fun.”

“Cool. I’ll call some of my football buddies and see if they want to come hang.” Ethan points his thumb over his shoulder clearly excited.

Clasping my hands together I grinned at my boyfriend where I threw my arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist mirroring the smile. “That sounds fun, E. I’ll text you the address later tonight.”

“I’ll see ya later M & M.” He walked away leaving us alone to watch him go find his other human friends. Wrapping my arms around my chest I smiled knowing that I had made the right decision to have him remember my secret.

My sister broke me from my trance. “I’m glad to see I was right about you two the day we met him. He’s a good little dork for you.”

“He’s not a dork, Lina.” I snapped at her.

She smirked. “Yes he is. He freaking reads comic books and gives you your own unique nickname. What else am I supposed to call that?”

“You still married the only guy you’ve ever known.” I taunted her with a hand on my hip.

My twin sticks her tongue out. “How long are you going to use that against me?”

“Let’s see I am a vampire now so…forever.” I tapped my finger on my chin in thought smirking when I finished my sentence.

She gently shoved me away. “You suck you know that. Just be lucky that I love you. Now we have a party to plan.” Extending my hand out to her she loops her hand with mine where I vamped us back to the mansion going to get the rest of our friends ready for tonight.

Raelyn’s pov

Sitting at the office desk in one of the mansions studies I sighed heavily running a hand over my forehead feeling completely exhausted. Even though vampires don’t need sleep I still felt tired after the past few days. Flipping through some pages of the book I was reading I heard someone come stand in the doorway. “Raelyn, you’ve been in here for who knows how long. Would you please inform me what you are so preoccupied with?”

“Not at the moment, Nik.” I didn’t lift my gaze up from the book slamming it closed shut with a snap of my fingers. “Grrrr. It shouldn’t be possible. I fixed the problem ages ago. I know it.”

My husband crossed the room leaning his palms on the wooden desk. “Raelyn, what are you rambling on about?”

“I saw my uncle Joshua and he warned me. He warned me that Rapunzel and Charming may have to merge like Jacob and I.” I answered his question by dropping another book on the desk that dealt with the blood relation of the Gemini family tree.

Klaus sat down on the edge of the desk, taking out his phone trying to gain my attention. “Hmm that’s odd. Alina just made a large charge on my credit card.”

“Yeah I heard her tell Hope about having a party at the old Lockwood house later tonight.” I replied, racking a hand through my loose hair.

Klaus sent me a half glare. “You’re telling me you knew about this and you did nothing to stop them. That doesn’t sound like you.”

“They're grown adults. I am currently trying to save our young twins even though I am certain that the blood spill I used years ago was supposed to protect any set of twins from our blood from merging. The only ones not spared were Lizzie and Josie.” Hitting my fists on the desk my sleeves had fallen down giving my husband the opportunity to see that the black veins were still there meaning I hadn't placed the Hollow's magic back into the white oak.

Klaus reached across the table snagging my wrist in his grasp. “Rae, look at me for a second.”

“Hmmm.” I made a noise lifting my gaze up to his blue orbs.

He replied to me. “I say we go out tonight. You and I. Crash our teenagers party. Take some alcohol and maybe sample some fresh blood.”

“They're kids. We can’t crash a party.” I told him, shaking my head. “Besides, we have to watch Henrik, Charming and Rapunzel.”

My husband snapped his fingers. “I already took care of that problem. Anticipating our children I asked Damon and Elena to watch them. Given that your brother and Hayley are out on a date tonight.”

“How the hell did you pull that off? Can they be compelled cause I swear they'd take vervain “ Leaning back in the desk chair I tapped my fingers on the old wood.

Klaus stands in front of me offering his hand to pull me up and out of the chair. “I agreed to pay for their kid’s school bills. But that shouldn’t be for a few years since they are only in elementary school. Now come on Raelyn.”

I changed into some ripped blue jeans, a bright red sleeved top with my hair slightly curled. I paired it with some short black boots. Klaus chose to wear his old gray and black jacket that he wore before we made our home in New Orleans. We walked in hand and hand seeing the mansion filled with teenagers dancing and bumping around drinking. “Remind me again why we came here?”

“Because we deserve a night out on the town. And because I have been morning in pain not having you at my side for days. So I’d like to take the win and spend the night with the woman I love.” Klaus turned to face me cradling my face in his freehand and squeezing our intertwined hands together.

Clicking my tongue I smiled up into his blue orbs. “Aren’t you a romantic, Mr. Hybrid. I only have one warning for you.”

“And what is that, heretic queen?” He asked, leaning down when I raised myself up on my toes.

Hitting my nose with his I giggling pulling my hand out of his. “Be prepared to accept defeat at beer pong.” I vanished into the crowd and the hybrid just chuckled as she left him standing there. For he had missed her very prescience that consumed his very being. And now he wouldn’t miss another moment.

I wasn’t sure how long we had been playing the game. But the kids we were playing with were close to passing out drunk. Raising a glass of wine to my mouth I downed almost half of it. “Alright Nikky, it’s your turn. But there’s only two cups on our side to your.. .five.”

“Don’t think you’ve won just yet.” He warned me by throwing the ball without bouncing it on the table so it landed right in the center cup.

Glaring at him I raised the cup drinking all the bourbon that we had poured into it. Lowering the cup I gagged at the same opportunity to hear cheering coming from the wine cellar in the basement. Pinpointing out our daughter's voices. “I can’t believe our parents are here.”

“Dad, probably saw the credit card charge.” Alina reported scolding her older sister. “Or somebody’s boyfriend blabbed to him.”

Landon nervously chuckles. “Hey has anybody ever done Never have I Ever and Truth or Dare?”

“That sounds like fun.” Ethan chimed in where I finally stopped listening in on their conversation.

Nik came over to me after the teenagers playing with us had left. He held the cup of bourbon in his hand and I sat down my cup feeling his freehand on my lower back. “We will mess with their fun in a few hours. I think we need far more drinks than what we have had.” He took my hand and we went in the direction of the kitchen.

Missy’s pov

We had decided to break away from the others at our school that we had invited to this party. That meant that it was me, Ethan, Alina, Jackson, Landon, Hope and finally Andrea all hanging out in the basement. It became our own little clubhouse area. “Never have I ever pulled an all-nighter.”

“Oh geez.” Ethan covered his face with his freehand while taking a drink from his red solo cup.

I turned my head at him. “When did that happen?”

“It was like an initiation into being on the football team. Conor wanted to find out who the weak team members were.” He explained simply,

Landon sat up holding out his cup to the center circle. “Never have I ever drank alcohol before I was 21.”

“Seriously Landon, that's everyone in this room.” Alina scolded him after taking a drink along with everybody else playing the game.

Jackson, who had his arm draped over Alina’s shoulder, raised his glass. “Never have I gone skinny-dipping?” My sister Alina slowly takes a sip from her cup causing me and Hope to gasp in shock.

“When did that happen and why didn’t we know about this before tonight?” Hope gasped.

She shrugged her shoulders, laying her head against her werewolf husband’s chest. “Possibly on our second date before he officially met mom and dad. And you can’t say anything but we got a little excited that night and I’m surprised he didn’t get me pregnant that night.”

“You took her virginity before you were married!” Andra nearly choked on her words.

Ethan made a look of confusion eyeing my twin and Jackson who sat across from us. It was a lot to just explain all the supernatural creatures that lived in this town. I hadn’t had time to explain the whole Mikaelson / Lane family details that he didn’t know about yet. “Wait a minute. Are you two married because you love each other or are you together because you got her pregnant?”

“Because we love each other, man.” Jackson answered the question.

The human boy in our group didn’t seem convinced. “I’m just asking because I don’t get why two teenagers are married but only one of you has had other relationships before you were married.”

“Ethan, you want to talk about odd relationships. We should talk about who is the weirdest supernatural creature in the room. I vote for Landon.” Andrea got up to her feet pointing her index finger at the curly haired boy,

Hope glared at her. “Why do you say that, Andrea? You know what, let's get back to the game. I dare you to chug hot sauce for 30 seconds.”

“No, I think it would be cool to hear that all supernatural creatures are here with me.” Ethan shrugs his shoulders, actually curious.

I raised my hand starting off the list. “I’m the only heretic besides my mother. Half witch half vampire..oh wait there’s aunt Valerie too.”

“Team were witches.” Alina raised her hand so Andrea and her high fived each other including Jackson.

Landon held up his hand. “Only phoenix.”

“Tribrid. Hybrid of three different creatures beat that!” Hope teased them by downing almost all the alcohol in her cup.

Running a hand through my hair I did my best to change the game back to what it was before we switched the subject. “Howl like a wolf to the moon, Ethan.” I eyed my boyfriend who got to his feet about to do what I suggested to him until Jackson spoke up.

“Hold on, Missy. I don’t think we’ve asked the very obvious question yet. Who here is still a virgin in all of our relationships?”

“Oh Jack.” Alina scolded him.

He chuckled, not backing down. “I dare them all to answer it since we know we both aren’t.”

“I’ll put it out there man as long as you don’t tell the guys on the Mystic High football team.” Ethan was the first to admit it, sending me a half smile as if he was worried I would out him.

Taking a long sip of my drink I wasn’t comfortable giving that out even though everyone in this room was either family or close friends. “I still am one. Sorry I didn’t tell you that yet, E.” I apologized before he placed his hand in mine.

“Fine. I ain’t slept with anyone either.” Hope blurts it out, getting to her face and heading towards the stairs to leave. “I’m getting us more alcohol.”

Landon nervously chuckles against the somewhat tense silence in the room that had been created. He leans back in the chair he was sitting in shifting his attention around. “Is anybody still open to Truth or Dare?”

“I think we should try and trick our parents. Specifically our father.” I smirked, getting a good idea in the back of my mind.

Ethan and Landon sent me a horrified look. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Yeah, he's totally cool with it.” Alina responded, acting so much like our father than the rest of his kids did in the room.

Andrea throws her hands up in the air. “I’ve got an idea but we need to buy a Santa Claus hat and beard.”

“Ah I see where she’s going. Plus we’ll need to put it on him when he’s asleep.” Jackson leaned forward in his seat, interested in the plan.

Landon froze up and I could hear his heartbeat quickening up. “Wait a second, who exactly is putting the Santa hat on him while he sleeps?”

“Obviously you and Ethan.” Andrea sniped at him.

Ethan rubbed the back of his neck but he calmed down when I placed my hand in his other. “Why exactly is it just the two of us? Why not include Jackson too?”

“It’s a right of passage in this family. Jackson already faced him when he asked for Alina’s hand in marriage and he didn’t get killed over it.” I clasped my hands together turning around in a circle so both of the newbie boyfriends would understand what they were up against. “Our mother is totally okay with us dating any boy. It’s our father you have to worry about.”

“What have you got them into now?” Hope shut the door with her food coming back down the stairs carrying an unopened bottle of liquor.

Andrea finished the contents of her cup. “Simple the “Can They Survive Klaus Mikaelson Test”. If they come out of it alive then they have proven they are worthy to end up with a Mikaelson daughter.”

“Most importantly somebody better get it on recording.” I added laughing along with my sisters and cousin. The face reactions from my boyfriend and Landon were priceless.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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hype-queer-fixated · 2 years ago

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What I love is that you can name any character she's ever played and this could be a picture of any of them being an adorable (possibly maniacally evil) dork.

You can take the character out of Michelle Gomez, but you can't take the Michelle Gomez out of the character.

Michelle Gomez

#missy #sue white #caos lilith #madame rouge #laura de mille #miranda croft #Michelle Gomez #queen of evil #queen of chaos #queen of dork

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ginger-grimm · 1 year ago

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OC PRIDE CHALLENGE 2023

WEEK ONE: IDENTITIES

Day 4: Pansexual

–› Milo Gilbert & Lizzie Saltzman (Legacies)

“Why do I have to entertain him, mom? I don’t even like him. He’s a total dork!”

Caroline stopped in her tracks, turning around to face her daughter, an angry scowl graced her face. “We do not talk like that about other people, Elizabeth.”

Lizzie jutted out her hip, placing both hands on them in the process. She scrunched up her face.

Caroline scoffed, shaking her head as she mirrored Lizzie’s pose. “You’re going to hang out with Milo until Eleanor comes by to pick him up and you’re going to act nice the entire time. And if not, you can forget about spending the summer in Paris, little missy.”

Lizzie narrowed her eyes, glaring at her mother. “You’re bluffing.”

“Try me.”

Lizzie huffed, throwing her hands up in the process. “Fine! Whatever. I’ll entertain Count Dorkula.”

“Elizabeth!”

Milo skipped into the room, a giggling Josie following suit.

Lizzie rolled her eyes, listening to her sister and Milo gabbing on and on about another comic book he just read. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t into hearing Milo ramble. She loved how passionate he was about his interests. How kind he was to her, even when she was being anything but to him.

“Hey, Caroline!”

Caroline beamed at the boy. “Hey, sweet pea!” she greeted. “Mom dropped you off?”

Milo nodded. “She wants to talk you. She’s waiting by the gate.”

“Okay, I think I know what this is about. Let’s not make her wait. Come on, Jo, we’ve got some secret planning to do.”

As mother and daughter walked out of the school building, Milo beamed at Lizzie. “Count Dorkula is funny. Could be my superhero name in the future.”

Lizzie bit the inside of her cheek. “Sorry, I know I should be nicer. What do you feel like doing? Don’t say anything about comics.”

Milo opened his mouth, halting at the last part of Lizzie’s sentence. He rocked back and forth on his feet, hands clasped behind his back. “D&D?”

Lizzie’s brows furrowed. “What’s that?”

“Nevermind,” Milo said. “I could teach you some chords on the guitar.”

Lizzie nodded, finally contempt with Milo’s presence. “Fine. That seems acceptable.”

“Awesome,” Milo beamed again, planning their future wedding in the back of his head.

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cozycryptidcutie · 3 months ago

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I’m such a dork. Someone posted a pic selling plushies and called it five nights at Freddy’s and I was like UM actually that’s Huggy Wuggy and Kissy Missy from Poppy Playtime. I WAS SO EXCITED WHEN I SAW FNAF 😭 I was like WHERE???

#five nights at freddy's #poppy playtime #huggy wuggy #kissy missy

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crissiebaby · 1 year ago

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The Padded Palace Act III: Chapter 18

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, crossdressing, inappropriate language, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. Be sure to check out the link in the description if you need to start all the way back from the first chapter in Act I! I hope you enjoy!

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“You’d better stop wiggling, Girly Gary, or else I will beat your butt so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week,” shouted Aanya, eliciting a chorus of oos from around the hotel room as she haphazardly taped a whopping fifth diaper around Gary’s waist while blindfolded.

In spite of his best efforts, Gary found it nearly impossible to hold still with how Aanya, along with the four caregivers who came before her, used their hands to explore every inch of his body in the midst of the diapering process. It wasn’t as though they were trying to make Gary all squirmy. That was merely a side effect of the game.

“Hehehehehe!”

Perched atop Latasha’s lap, Skye giggled mischievously as she watched her sissy bestie, Gary, turn a deeper shade of crimson with each new player who approached the changing table. She placed her lips around the spout of her sippy cup and swung her head upward to take a big sip. All the while, she kept her Mommy in the corner of her eye, making sure she was firmly distracted with the game at hand.

“Glad to shee you’re havin’ fun, cutie,” said Latasha, petting her baby girl’s hair while doing her best to keep her eyes locked on the show that Aanya and Gary were putting on. Given how rocky the evening had gotten thanks to her spat with Elma, it was nice to ease back and not have to play dutiful host, even if it was only for the duration of a silly game. That being said, she found her attention being constantly pulled toward Elma every few minutes.

Unlike everyone else in Latasha’s hotel room, Elma’s focus was not on the rousing game of Pin the Diaper on the Dork. Instead, she was too busy doting on Missy as she used one hand to bottle feed her darling sissy, while the other hand controlled the Hush plug that was tucked away alongside Missy’s twitchy prostate with a small remote. “I bet that feels nice, huh? Feeling all that cream swirling around in your tummy; nowhere to go with your favorite booty toy in the way,” she said, revving the vibrator’s speed up a few clicks.

Having a full view of the erotic display that Elma and Missy were making, Latasha bit her lip, her kitten growing moist over the fierce display of dominance. Sadly, it wasn’t all blushy thoughts for Latasha. Watching Elma’s dutiful care made her feel a tad nostalgic for Diaper Dom days. She downed the rest of her mixed drink and let the cup roll off the bed before drunkenly wrapping her arms around Skye as if physically clinging to her caregiving role.

“Hey! Earth of Latasha!”

“Wuh?!” slurred Latasha as her attention was suddenly pulled back toward the center of the room where Aanya was waiting for her with a paddle in hand.

Making a show out of flipping the hilt of the paddle to Latasha with a single hand, Aanya was more than happy to keep the game rolling if the drinks that Latasha was pounding had finally gotten to her. “Uh oh, I think we got a baby brain on our hands,” she teased, causing Latasha to blush slightly as the room erupted into laughter.

“Ha, ha. Very funny. Gimme dat paddle. I’ww show you how ish done,” responded Latasha, batting her eyes as she listened to the sound of her own voice. She knew she was drunk but wow, was she slurring her words! She made a mental note to refrain from any more alcohol until she’d downed a tall glass of water to balance her out a little. Shaking off the surprising affectation, she nudged Skye off her lap and began to inch toward the edge of the bed.

*GASP!*

In an instant, the room went silent. All except for Latasha as she reached for the paddle in Aanya’s hands, only for Aanya to pull back at the last second. “Shtawp pwayin an hans it- *cough* -hans it ova,” she said, attempting to clear her throat as her sloppy speech only got worse. It was only when she looked up at Aanya’s shocked but smug expression that she realized the entire room was staring at her, “W-Wuhs up?”

“I’ll tell you what’s up, Tish,” said Elma, grabbing Latasha by the wrist and yanking the seasoned caregiver to her feet.

Latasha attempted to rip her arm back but was unable to thanks in large part to her insobriety. “Wuhs da big i…dea…” she said, her sentence trailing off as she gazed upon a large, wet circle on the bed in the exact spot she had been sitting. Her eyes quickly traveled south, growing wide as they found a matching spot on the crotch of her pants, “D-Das nod possibwe…Skye musta-”

“Oh-ho-no, don’t even think about blaming this on Skye,” said Jesi with a cute but sinister chuckle as she ran her fingers along Skye’s tender thighs, finding nary a drop of moisture anywhere, “I think it’s safe to say someone’s not Big enough to drink anymore.”

“Not Big enough for pants either, I’d say,” said Aanya, sneaking around Latasha and giving her butt a light smack with the paddle. The supposed caregiver could only yelp feebly in response.

Things were rapidly getting out of hand for Latasha. Her pupils darted from face to face, finding there wasn’t a friendly pair of eyes in sight. Even Skye seemed to look at her with a kind of condescending amusement that made her feel like the smallest person in the entire convention. She opened her mouth to protest her new status only to be immediately silenced by the bulb of a paci-gag.

“Thanks for getting us all warmed up, Garbear…” said Jesi, hugging her sissy baby close as she helped him down from the changing table, “...but I think we’ve got a new dork to play with.”

Placing the spout of her sippy cup in her mouth satisfyingly. Skye smiled as she watched Elma, Aanya, and every other caregiver in the room encircled Latasha with hunger in their eyes. From the crushed-up pieces of Lisp Lolly that she snuck into Mommy’s usual cocktail, to the liquid in her sippy cup that she let dribble onto her Mommy’s lap, her plan had gone off as spectacularly as she’d hoped it would. No doubt, any CG found wetting themself at a diaper convention was doomed for regression. All she had to do was give everyone the proper motivation. “Habe fun, widdwe Tish,” she said under her breath, smirking like the scheming Little she was.

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“Caterpill-MMMF!” shouted Connor, cut off as his mouth was filled with a thick, pacifier bulb. He attempted to muscle it out of his mouth but Stacy was sure to hold the binky firmly between his lips. He winced in pain as Ellie kneeled down over his gut to straddle him, agitating his bowels in the most aggravating way possible.

Rushing to Connor’s aid, Riri aimed to push Ellie off of Connor in the hope he would be able to overpower Stacy on his own. Sadly, Ellie was quick to hunker down, locking her knees alongside Connor’s hips and wrapping her arms around his torso like a spider monkey. This made it nigh impossible for Riri to unlatch her fellow Little from Connor’s body.

Unable to make any headway with Ellie, Riri turned to Stacy, hoping she could talk some sense into her before it was too late. “Connor’s not ready! He’s never even messed himself on his own and you’re expecting him to do it in front of us. What’s your plan? To scare him away for life?!” she said, sticking purely to cold hard facts due to who she was dealing with. Any appeal to empathy would surely fall on deaf ears with Stacy. The only way to get through to her was to make it apparent that this would likely stunt Connor’s enjoyment of ABDL, perhaps permanently.

As much as Stacy hated to admit it, Riri did make a good point. Logically, letting Connor keep his messy cherry until he wanted to pop it was far wiser than pushing him to do it here and now. Unfortunately, it wasn’t logic that was holding her back from showing Connor mercy. Between Riri’s constant nay-saying and Connor blowing up her power position in the Palace, a sense of vengeance was welling up inside her. One that wanted to make sure Connor didn’t weasel his way out of the mushy tush that he’d had coming for a while. “Weren’t you the one going on about Padded Palace rules only, like, a second ago? Babies are supposed to use their diapers here, remember? That’s Latasha’s number 1 rule,” she said, invoking the will of Latasha to her advantage.

“That rule only applies to us and you know it!” shouted Riri in response, refusing to let Stacy get away with twisting the Palace rules to suit her needs, “Connor’s a caregiver, not a Little.”

Scoffing at Riri’s assertion, Stacy cackled in Riri’s face. Releasing her grip on the binky in Connor’s mouth, she waddled around Riri to Connor’s lower half and placed a firm hand on Connor’s diaper front, which was once again tenting out thanks to Connor’s undeniable hard-on, “Caregivers don’t get turned into horny, little brats by their Littles! I’d say he’s right where he belongs,” she said firmly, shutting Riri up once and for all.

*SPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT!!!*

“Uh oh! I think he’s gonna blow!” said Ellie, drawing both Riri and Stacy’s attention down to Connor’s lower half as his gut let out a long, wet fart involuntarily. An unfriendly odor soon surrounded the three girls, causing them to wrinkle their noses in preparation for a far more pungent scent.

With Ellie settling the lion’s share of her body weight on his core and Stacy fondling his padded member, Connor was doomed from the moment he allowed these rotten girls to diaper him. He should’ve known better than to trust Stacy and Ellie, but mostly Stacy. He let his guard down and once again, it had bitten him in the ass. And worst of all was how eagerly his body responded to everything the girls were throwing at him. His body quivered as shockwaves of arousal coursed throughout his veins, tormented by the constant pressure being applied to his prostate.

Beads of sweat dripped down Connor’s forehead as he felt his insides liquefy. Clawing at the carpet beneath his fingertips, he futilely held out as long as he could. Tragically, it only spared him a few seconds at most. As the guttural pressure mounted to a level that Connor had never experienced in all his life, his sphincter finally gave out on him. He cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, gasping as his mind went blank. It was all over but the crying.

*BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRT!!!*

TO BE CONTINUED…

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