#answers: joseph

[rivalsunraveled]

make yourself comfortable. // dickjoey

It's so jarring to see Dick without the Titans and the Titans without Dick. That's the thing that's taking the longest for him to get used to, now that he's come back to life. He's glad that the team still exists, with different people coming and going as they need the home and family it provides. He's glad that his sister found it, too.

But still, it was strange not to see Dick with the Titans right away.

He's relieved to get the chance to see Dick as soon as possible, stepping inside. Somehow, he's nervous. The last time they saw each other... it's bad memories, for both of them.

Joe holds out a hand, wanting some kind of physical contact as he gets used to having a body again. Wanting to hold Dick and feel his warmth.

[jeonseoguu]

jonathan lives au but he's just an immortal talking disembodied head hanging from joseph's belt giving him advice like Mimir from god of war

he doesnt always listen

this is genuinely the funniest idea ever

[ask-jotaro-kujo]

Have any of the other crusaders met Jolyne? If so, how'd they react?

It's been a while since I've contacted them.

[ratatatastic]

maffhew who refuses to say runebergin torttu because he knows hes gonna butcher it so bad he might be kicked out of the country the second he tries and staunchly avoids that by going "the one dessert that barky is going to have to explain 😃"

sasha who gets faced with the most generic description of everything hes ever eaten in his life so far because of maffhew and going "???... oh you mean runebergin torttu!"

"he did good he liked the food and he likes the finland so far so its good" sasha says with so much pride now that all the anxiety has left his system that his husband teammate is enjoying his country and doesnt hate it

media availability | 10.29.24 (x)(x)

the smile of a man who knowlingly doomed his husband and said husband using all his brain power to context clues his way to whatever the fuck he just got asked that his brain is running hotter than a mid 2012 macbook air thats somehow still alive in the year of the lord 2024 but girl does she chug along shes louder than a fighter jet

[fyeaheddiemunson]

*sound on*

[babybluebex]

Try not to imagine being Joseph’s wife, when you guys are at a red carpet. It gets slightly crowded and he lost you (somehow because he always put his hand on your back, arms around your waist) but somehow he lost you this one time. Everyone can see Joe looking all lost trying to find you, some fans/press asked him who he is looking for and he replies “my wife” while still trying to find you. When he does find you, he looks like a happy puppy

it's a repeat of the patton oswald video, where you see him wander thru the background, obviously looking confused and not really knowing where to go or what to do

and he slips behind pedro while he's on camera giving an interview, and pedro turns and is like "dude what are you doing?" and joe says in a tiny voice "i lost my wife and i'm trying to find her" "you lost her?" "i said hello to chris evans and people started taking pictures, and she slipped out of my arms, and now i can't find her"

he eventually does find you, sitting down and sipping a drink, and he's like "thank god, darling, i didn't know where you went" and you're just like "i've been sitting here the whole time" and he just kisses your cheek "glad i found you"

🥺

[seatnights]

Who are some of your favorite fan fiction writers?

i spent hours to collect usernames of authors i enjoyed reading from, and i’m sure i missed some, but i tried.

are u ready for this?

authors you SHOULD support:

oneforthemunny / icallhimjoey / jamdoughnutmagician / rosebudsgarden / willowsgri / joequinnisgod / eddiemunsons80sbaby / chrrymunson / eddiemunsonswhxre / lonelysatellites / loveshotzz / usedtobecooler / carolmunson / upsidedownwithsteve / sherifftillman / spicysix / emsgoodthinkin / retrobutterflies / tiannasfanfic / athena-writes-i-guess / shesinchargeareyoukidding / cooliestghouliest / singularattitudeofasafetypin / babybluebex / quinnyfairy / moonchildquinn / i-me-mine / luveline / myosotisa / silent-stories / blueywrites / steviesbicrisis / munson-blurbs / ficsbypix / lovejosephquinn / eddieschains / prettyboyeddiemunson / eddieandbird /pleasantlycrazyworld / corroded-hellfire / trashmouth-richie / justmeinadaze / mopeymopeymouse / munsonslilbunnie / keeponquinning / gatorstillman / allthingsjoeq / jadeylovesmarvelxo / mysticmunson / sugarsblurbs / taintedcigs / gag-me-munson / gravedigginbbydoll / ratskcoreddie / andvys / manicpixiedreamcurl / thruheavenandhighwater / joejoequinnquinn / munsonsreputation / upsidedownmvnson / hellfiresmaster / elightysixbaby / eddiessluttywaist / littledemondani / choke-me-eddie / eddiemunsonsmum / eddiemunsonfuxks / pinkrelish / hllfireclb / indulgence-be-thy-name / wheels-of-despair / hellfiremunsonn / filthyjoetini / ghost-proofbaby / havecourage-darling / forever-rogue / queenimmadolla / josephfakingquinn / roanniom / bimbobaggins69 / songforeddiemunson / munsons-hellfire / honey-flustered / eddie-van-munson / storiesbyrhi / lovebugism / neonghostlights / harrywavycurly / chestylarouxx / courtingchaos / galaxy-siren / harringtons-cupid / hard-candy-writing / wroteclassicaly / raccoonboywrites / dr-aculaaa / palomahasenteredthechat / palomahasenteredthechat / forevermoreharrington / corrodedcorpses / strangerquinns / sunnythevampireslayer / lesservillain / stevenose / eddiesxangel / stveharringtn / spookysteddie / keeksandgigz / darlingsfandom / her-power / idkidknemore / francisquinn / inkluvs / ashwhowrites / hellfire--cult / succubusmunson / v8mpstamp / stevieswhore / munsons-maiden / rustboxstarr / corrodedseraphine / reidsbtch / lexlec / katiemcrae / the-unforgivenn / keerysfolklore / appocalipse / familyvideowithsteve / tiannamortis / joekeeryswife / bettyfrommars / cinemamunson / munson-mjstan / teddyeyeseddie / lofaewrites / mediocredreams / leasstories

OK SO

here we have 137 authors, i didn’t tag anyone cuz i would probably have disturbed half of the fandom, sorry if it’s more difficult this way, but i hope i could help you a bit.

obviously, there’s no order of preference of any kind, and i tried to put as many authors as i could but i know i’ve missed someone. if i did, i’m deeply sorry, it wasn’t on purpose and i have nothing against you! if you wish you can message me or slide in my ask and ill add you immediately!

now, i’m a bit tired after all of this, and my hand hurts but:

DON’T FORGET TO SUPPORT THE AUTHORS!!!

they put their works for free!!! everyone can enjoy media and content for free thanks to them! and it cost you nothing to reblog and share their work.

thank you for every creators / writers/ artist out there to make every single works of yours and sharing them with the world. all of you deserve so much, and thanks to you for so many people the day gets better, it’s like having a sweet little treat, like taking care of yourself, like finding a place where you are understood. so, thank you infinitely. keep it up cause you’re doing amazing!

-🤍🌻🌱

[tiger-balm]

"what birth year do you consider old?"

[justmeinadaze]

Hey could you write a fic with a chubby plus size reader with Gator Tillman and Michael (Hoard) plzzzz

As you wish... 😘

Push & Pull (GatorXMichaelX Plus Size Y/N)

Warning: Plus size Fem Y/N, Sub/Dom dynamics, degrading (whore, slut), bondage (handcuffs), praise, light spanking, dirty talk, jealous, possessive (kinda toxic) boys, aftercare with a fluffy ending (I guess lol)

Word Count: 1710

Your wide lust filled eyes shifted between both their angry frames as Gator and Michael towered over you while you remained bound with your hands behind your back on your knees.

You had known both men for years but you wouldn’t exactly call them friends which was part of the reason you agreed to this causal relationship the three of you found yourselves in occasionally. 

One drunk night, flirty glances, and a few orgasms in the back of Gator’s cruiser led to an understanding that you were semi friends with all the benefits. 

You three barely even spoke when you met up but you picked up little tidbits from the dirty talk during. In your small town, the officer loved having the power to wield his badge wherever he wished but within his own home however struggled with any kind of control. When he fucked you, he always had you pinned in some way. Whether it be holding your thick wrists above your head or positioning you on your stomach so he could lay his muscular, lean frame on top of your curvy, plump figure as he roughly pounded his hips into yours. 

“You like that don’t you, little slut. You don’t touch me. I control you. You cum because I allow it. I could fill you up and leave you a needy mess. Fuck, baby. So fucking pathetic aren’t you?”

Michael was slightly the opposite in the sense that he could still be forceful and rough but it leaned more towards passionate than anything else. His thick gorgeous hands would constantly roam your body until he was close to his release, clinging to you as if you would disappear. 

“Mmph—fuck. That’s it, love. So fucking beautiful… I’m gonna fill this pussy cause I know she needs it, yeah. Have me leaking out of you as you struggle to walk…feelin’ me for weeks…”

You love it; loved the push and pull of your dynamic with them. Anytime they needed you, you were there whether it be in the middle of a workday or 2 am, you opened yourself willing for them and thanked them for the pleasure. 

There were no rules on seeing other people. Hell, you saw them with women all the time and said nothing. So, when Gator yanked you out of your dates car after pulling him over, you were completely taken off guard. Even more so when he handcuffed you and brought you to Michael’s house instead of the police station. 

As soon as he dragged you in, he tossed you onto the floor where you found yourself now. 

“What were they doing when you found ‘em?”

“Driving. As soon as they left her house, I pulled them over. You think I’d let him get very far with her in the car?”

“Wh-what’s going on?”

“Wh-wh-what’s going on?”, Gator mocked. “Why didn’t you say you were going on a fucking date? Didn’t think we’d catch you?”

“No? I didn’t think about it. We didn’t set that rule—”

The officer roughly took hold of your bicep and tugged you to your feet before shoving you against the wall where both men crowded your space. 

“Look at the little whore here. Really went all out with the tight fucking dress that shows off her tits.”

“And the overwhelmin’ smell of perfume.”, Michael added as his nose pressed to your neck. “Or is that your cunt I’m smellin’?”

Pushing open your legs, his hands roughly slipped under the damp silk of your panties and his eyes widen playfully as he glided his fingers between your folds. 

“Oh yeah. Little girl is so wet.”

Gator’s own fingers took hold of your cheeks, tilting your head to face him. 

“Is that because of us or that pathetic boy who picked you up tonight?”

“You.”

A firm palm slapped your face makes Michael chuckle as he crumbled the bottom of your dress to lift it higher up your curvy frame as his thick digits pressed into your tight entrance. 

“Don’t fucking lie to me, Y/N.”

“I’m not. I p-promise—fuck—I’m not.”

“Then why the fuck were you with that asshole?!” When you took too long to answer, he smacked you again and his friend smirked as he felt your pussy clench at the action. “Answer me!”

“He asked!”

“Oh? Is that all it fucking takes, you little whore.”, Gator growled as he gripped your hair and walked you to his bed where he threw you on to your back. 

Michael climbed onto the mattress above you and yanked off your dress while the officer ripped apart your panties leaving you exposed for both men. 

“You want to act like a little slut, baby, then we can treat you like a fucking slut.” After tossing his vest and gear to the side, you listened as Gator messed with his belt buckle and shimmied his pants to his ankles before grabbing your chunky thighs in his massive hands to pull you closer to him. 

The obscene sound of him spitting into your cunt fills the room and you moan loudly as he aggressively guides his cock inside of you setting a brutal pace.

“Open.”, Michael commands as he taps your lips with his own dick and you oblige as the salty taste of his precum hits your tongue.

“Fuck—look at her. That’s right…take our cocks like a…good…little…whore!”, Gator growled, slamming his length deep inside you between every word causing your eyes to roll as the other boy does little thrusts of his own as he slides effortlessly along your flat tongue. “Do y-you think he can take care of you as well as we have?!”

When you try to shake your head, Michael’s fingers cling to your hair as both boy’s seem to match frequency, pumping into you at the same time causing you to clench and choke over them both. 

“Good—good girl.”

“You’re ours. Do you understand?” The time between the other man pulling out and Gator’s patience is short as he grips your chubby cheeks roughly between his fingers as his hips roughly pound into yours. “I said do you understand?! When I ask you something you fucking answer, little girl.”

“Y-Yes, Sir. I-I understand…oh—”

“Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking dare cum yet. We’re in charge of you and we decide when you get to cum.”

“Please…”, you whimper, feeling his stern eyes scan over your face as you struggle to control the need to let go. “I’m sorry.”

“Cum, baby. Squeeze my fucking cock when you do.”, the officer whispers as his upper half falls flat on top of you.

You do as he asks, now with permission, and your body trembles underneath him as you come undone. Palms splayed out above your head, he rolls his hips till you feel them sputter and his spend warm your insides. 

You wait patiently for it…the pull that follows the push. 

After Gator tenderly kisses your cheek, he moves out of the way to allow Michael to maneuver you however he wished. Once you both were further up the mattress, he clung to your back and spun you around till you were on top of him, straddling his waist. 

Lifting your body up with your knees, he held his shaft for you as you gradually sunk down onto his length. 

“Mmph, fuck.”, Michael groans as he balances his palms on your hips to help guide you as you steadily begin to bounce. “Fuck, you feel so good, babe. Why would you even want someone else?”

“I-I-I don’t.”

A palm spanked your behind making you wince and on impulse, you picked up your pace. 

“Liar.”, Gator scolds.

Emphatically, you shake your head as you feel the coil begin to wind once more within your belly. 

“You never—mmph—never…”

“Never what, love. Tell us.”

“You never…t-truly m-make me…yours.”

Falling into the nook between his neck and shoulder, you inhaled the man’s cologne and cigarette smell as his hold on your waist tightened and he thrust up into you as you groan in his ear. 

Michael overwhelmed your senses as he pumped his cock firmly inside you at a rigorous pace.

“P-Please, baby, fuck.”

“Yeah? Cum for me, sweetheart.” Holding you tightly to his chest, a string of ahs leave your lips as the coil snaps and your pussy quivers around him. “Fuck, pretty girl. That’s it.”

Continuing to whisper small praises, his grunts of pleasure soon follow as his release spills inside of you. 

As soon as you feel the metal fall away from your wrists, you shakily push up onto your knees as Michael adjusts himself to a sitting position. 

“Jesus, Gator. I fuckin’ told ya we need to stop using your deputy issued cuffs.”, he huffs in annoyance as he takes hold of your wrist and displays the little indents in your skin. 

“She’s fine.”, he replies lightheartedly as he takes your hand and guides you to the shower. 

Once you’re clean and in one of Michael’s large tank tops, Gator places you between them before quickly checking his phone to make sure no one on the force had called or needed him. 

“I see you with girls to.”, you blurt causing them both to glance your way. “I assumed it would be ok to go out on a date because…you’re also seeing other people.”

The officer blinks as he sighs, placing one of his arms behind his head.

“My dad schedules dates for me. ‘Suitable women to start a family with’ he says.”, the man growls as he rolls his eyes. “I fucking hate it. They are so goddamn boring.”

“Same, kinda. Michelle thinks I need ta settle down.”, Michael adds as he turns to face you. 

“Why didn’t you tell me anything?”

“Why didn’t you?”, the man countered making you smile. “We’re allowed to be shy, love, but…we do like you.”

“A lot.”, Gator confirms. “We weren’t sure you would want to even be seen with assholes like us.”

“Speak for yourself, mate.”

You giggle at their banter as both men smile at the sound. Scooting towards the officer, you rest your head on his chest as you tug Michael’s arm around your waist. 

“I don’t mind being seen with asshole’s like you.”

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Gator Masterlist/Buy me a Ko-fi! ☕

This is my first Michael story so I dont have a masterlist for him :P

[userchai]

he looks like a professor and it’s so hot

listen he can teach me whatever he wants

bros beautiful as fuck fr it’s unfair ❤️‍🔥

[vetuhoh]

unfortunately for everyone in the tag, y’all wrote this on one of my posts and I DO in fact draw @lukeslywalkers @padawanduck @dramaticallytrue

[rivalsunraveled]

❛ i love it when the light sits on you just right. ❜ // dickjoey

Morning sunlight dances on blond girls as they bounce gently with his movements. Joey turns, looking up from the canvas. Realizing that he's stayed up all night by mistake working on this painting. His gaze flutters bashfully away, a small smile on his lips.

Gold paint has gotten onto his jaw, which glitters softly, a sheen over the flecks of other colors that have gotten on him over the course of painting.

He cleans off his paintbrush and sets it down to sign. "Funny, I'm usually the one to say that." Commenting on the light as he poses his partners for portraits, not used to being on the other end of being seen as art.

[bluebellowl]

So, I’m curious: Have you considered the families of any characters in your AUs? Like, do the twins have their parents in their lives? Do they live in town? Does Cross have siblings? What’s Cilan’s relationship with his brothers like? (I think they’re brothers. It’s been a while since I’ve played B&W.)

I haven't put much thought into that yet, no.

The twins are full grown independent adults and don't live tooo closeley with the rest of their family. They seem like the sort of people who definitely have family in their lives and visit them here and there but are most of the time too busy with their own lives to do so.

Now Cross is an interesting one because he absolutely should have family, right? The Mob family and all that. I just haven't really gotten around to thinking about it but yeah he should have his family close.

Cilan for sure has his brothers close to him. And yeah why not, they'd be punk af too. Chilli going all in on the punk mentality while Cress has the punk rock metality, the dyed hair but keeps his clothes low profile. I think he'd be a sneaky kind of punk. The triplets are close and influence each other a lot.

[babybluebex]

PLEASE nasty eddie munson !!! trying not to get caught !!! filth

writing this in a fugue state and idk what i'm really writing, i am being autopiloted by horny rn lol hope it's good cw smut MINORS DNI, degradation, slapping, squirting, creampie, everyone in this 18+ and if you aren’t you shouldn’t be reading this

his hand covers your mouth, and you can taste the sweat on his palm. who knows how long you’ve been in the small bathroom stall; you lost track of time. all you are sure of is that you’re about to cum again.

“eddie!” you whimper through his hand, and his belt jingles as he fucks up into you again. the position is awkward, your body canted forward slightly and eddie’s knees bent to get at your pussy, but it works for the purposes you need it to. eddie’s cock is spearing in and out of you at a relentless pace, his chain and belt jostling together loudly, almost loud enough that you’re worried you’ll get caught. his hand covers your mouth to keep you quiet, because he knows how loud you can get when he’s balls deep in you, and you’re grateful for his foresight, because, without it, you’d be screaming.

eddie shushes you, his hips pistoning and fucking you hard. you don’t often fuck at school, usually being able to at least wait until after school and fucking in the back of eddie’s van, but eddie was insatiable. you knew he would be the moment you pulled on that plaid skirt that morning; your boyfriend is predictable. “don’t wanna get caught, babydoll,” eddie whispers, biting at your ear. “gotta stay quiet.”

your hands scramble for purchase, for something to hold onto as your third orgasm nears, and you reach out and press your hands to the wall of the bathroom stall. your fingernails dig into it as eddie’s balls slap your ass loudly, and you moan behind his hand as his cock spears that spongy spot inside of you. you almost see stars with the pleasure that you feel, and your poor knees shake and nearly buckle with it. “eddie!” you gasp as his thrusts grow harder and slower, fucking you deeper and deeper. “i’m gonna cum!”

“oh, again?” eddie laughs, able to parse out your words from behind his hand. “silly little thing, you like when i fuck you like this?” his words are punctuated with hard slams of your hips down onto his. your pretty skirt is crumpled almost up to your tits and your panties are forgotten on the floor, and eddie’s hand drops from your mouth to reach down. your stomach flips, knowing what he’s set on doing, and you almost start to protest— “no, eddie, please, can’t take it!”— but you realize that it doesn’t matter. eddie’s gonna play with your clit, even if you beg him not to.

his fat fingers play with your little button, rubbing it and flicking it and pinching it, doing everything to make your legs shake and your lips squeal. he’s magic with his fingers, but he pauses to place a light slap on your cheek. “shut the fuck up,” he growls. “you wanna get caught? you want the hall monitor to come in here and find me fucking you?”

“no!” you cry, and you sniffle as your cheek flames. it doesn’t hurt, but knowing that he’s not above slapping you excited you. maybe he’ll do it again if you keep being loud. “eddie, please, gonna cum again!”

“do it,” he tells you. “cum on my cock, dolly, such a perfect little hole, can’t wait to feel you squeeze me again. fuck, i might cum too.”

you chant his name, unsure how much longer you’ll last if he keeps up the way he’s fucking into your sticky cunt and fingering your clit. his hand comes up to cover your mouth again and you squeak, your hands lifting from the wall of the stall to grab at his wrist. he’s huffing in your ear and mumbling little things about “yes, dolly” and “so good, baby” and you can’t help but whine and cry as your cunt throbs around his thick cock. before you know it, you feel that familiar heat snapping in your thighs and belly, and you cry “eddie, i’m—!”

your orgasm rips through you, making you shake and cry, and you don’t realize that you’re squirting until eddie points it out. “fuck, there she is!” he exclaims with a laugh, and he bites your neck as his chest heaves with laughter. “good fucking girl, getting me all messy. fuck, baby, i’m cumming inside you.”

“please,” you whimper. “please, need it, please give it to me, eddie.”

he gives you one extra thrust, and then he cums hard, hard enough for his breath to knock from his chest and for him to moan loudly in your ear. if nobody has found you yet, eddie’s moan definitely makes it obvious what’s happening. you feel it filling you up, spilling out of you, and you feel it coating your thighs as eddie stills inside you, panting and heaving.

“god, babydoll,” eddie whispers, dropping his hands to your waist and rubbing your hips with his thumbs. “you alright? you came really hard.”

“yeah” you whisper, and eddie shifts to slide out of you. he helps you tug your panties back up onto your legs, and he smooths your skirt down your thighs like a good boyfriend.

“good” eddie says. “how many times did you cum? 3?”

“right” you said, smoothing your fingers under your eyes and finding your mascara all smudged up from your overstimulated tears.

“that’s awesome” eddie grins, and he smacks your ass before he does up his belt. “same time tomorrow?”

“tomorrow?” you laugh. “i’ll need a week to recover from that.”

“hmm” eddie says. “that’s what you think. tomorrow, baby.”

“maybe tonight?” you asked, pressing your hands to his chest. “i can come over and we can watch a movie, and maybe… i can suck you off?”

eddie smiles widely, and he drags you into a messy kiss, all teeth and tongue as he grabs your ass. “you keep getting better and better” he says. “i’ll see you then.”

[queenofthekings]

and also!! can I request, from this list, with Eddie:

13. “I didn’t like you at first because I found you way too fucking attractive.” “That makes no sense.”

🫶🫶

𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

Summary: You and Eddie have a complicated relationship to say the least; one second you're all over each other, and the next you can't stand to be in the same room as each other. And all you want are answers.

Author's note: I'm aware I don't go here anymore but I'm tryna get my drafts/WIPs cleared so enjoy! The title comes from the Razorlight song of the same name. I'm so sorry this took forever but I hope it was worth the wait! I wrote the majority of this in about an hour so I apologise if it's bad.

CW: 18+, swearing, sex references, smoking, talks of drug use and dealing, drinking, drunk Eddie, Eddie's kind of an ass in this.

Word count: 1k

Tagging: @usergeta @quinnigallagherjones @loserboysandlithium @littlexdeaths

Any hate will not be tolerated, constructive criticism is welcomed.

From the moment Eddie Munson waltzed his way into your life, he had you wrapped around his finger. You’d fallen for him hook, line and sinker. The problem? He absolutely hated your presence. At least, you were sure he did. It felt like one moment, he was all over you and calling you his. Then the next, he avoided you like the plague and would laugh and sneer at you in the hallways.

It was infuriating to you.

All you wanted was to spend all your time with Eddie and actually get to the bottom of what his problem was. But anytime you tried, he was his dick self and would laugh you off. Then at any parties you’d attend, he’d pull you into a dark corner and completely rock your world with his mouth and fingers.

You just wanted answers, answers you knew you’d never get so you just accepted it. You had no choice but to accept it.

At one of the endless parties both of you attended, you spotted him across the room, trying to not be obvious that he was doing a deal with some drunk classmate, but you always knew what he was up to, you knew him like the back of your hand and sadly, he could say the same for you.

Taking a long drink of your punch, you plucked up the courage to go over to him, being careful not to bump into anyone on your way. “Bit early to deal, is it not, Munson?”

Eddie jumped at the sound of your voice, a hand going over his heart as the other almost dropped the roll of dollars he’d just been handed. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, don’t creep up on me like that.”

You couldn’t help but bark out a laugh as you playfully hit his arm. “I didn’t realise you were that much of a scaredy cat.”

“Other than scaring me to death, was there anything you actually wanted?”

“I wanted to talk about us,” you answered, folding your arms over your chest.

Eddie looked at you as if you’d just spoken in Japanese to him, the cogs in his head slowly turning but he still had no real idea what you were getting at. “What do you mean “us”? There is no “us” to talk about. I’m not fuckin’ sober enough for this conversation.”

Then he stormed off, making a point to hit your shoulder with his arm as he left, the force almost knocking you to the floor. Rubbing your arm, you shrugged off the embarrassment you felt and muttered a “dick” before you stormed outside.

Walking around the various drunk couples making out or the various obviously high out of their minds partygoers, you found an empty spot and set up camp for the night. Setting your drink down in between your legs, you grabbed your pack of cigarettes from your pocket and lit one up.

You would’ve tried to socialise and potentially get blackout drunk like everyone else, but you just weren’t feeling it, and was even debating on going home after that encounter with Eddie. But you were stubborn and refused to let him win, you’d at least stay until you’d ran out of cigarettes.

Not even an hour later, a loud crash was heard inside followed by a loud holler of your name. Sighing heavily, you turned around to see Eddie grinning like the cat that ate the canary stumbling his way towards you, an armful of beers with him.

Sitting down next to you with a loud “oof”, he offered you a can before struggling to open yours. Sighing, you took it from him to open it before handing it back. “Why are you even here, Eddie?”

“What? Am I not allowed to see my girl whenever I want?” He grinned, nudging your arm with his elbow before taking a long drink of beer.

“I’m not your girl, Munson. You’ve made that extremely clear,” you grumbled, opening your can and pouring the contents into the cup. “If you’re here to talk about our non-existent “us”, I’m not in the mood for it.”

Even through his drunken state, Eddie could tell that you were upset and somewhere in his brain he knew it was his fault, that and nothing he said would make it up to you. But he wasn’t the type to even try to make it up to anyone.

Noticing his silence, you spoke up again. “You don’t even like me, romantically or otherwise so why are you even trying?”

Eddie shook his head, leaning into you almost to tell you a secret. “I didn’t like you at first because I found you way too fucking attractive.”

Now it was your turn to look like Eddie was speaking Japanese to you. Mostly because what he said made absolutely no sense. “That makes no fuckin’ sense.”

“Well, it makes sense to me, princess,” Eddie smiled, drinking more of his beer.

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you downed the contents of your cup. “You’re so fucking confusing, you know that? You literally drive me fucking insane.”

“It’s all part of the Munson charm, babydoll.”

Licking your lips, you shoved your cigarettes into your jacket pocket and stood up, moving to stand directly in front of him. “If you weren’t drunk off your head, I’d offer to go upstairs and make everyone hate us.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide as he frantically got to his feet, the sudden motion causing him to fall directly onto you, but thankfully you caught him just as he was about to crush you. “I can sober up, I swear.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you steadied him. “You’re such a dork, and it’s not happening tonight. Not in a million years, call me tomorrow night when you’re sober and then we’ll talk,” you patted his shoulder before making your way inside.

The next night, you were surprised by getting a call from the man himself; informing you that his trailer would be empty for the night and invited you over. Twirling the phone cord around your finger, a sly smirk came across your lips. “Come and get me,” you replied before hanging up.

You weren’t exactly going to play easy on him, not for a second.