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illfoandillfie · 3 months ago

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Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Summary: Ben comes home after being away for a while but the celebration you anticipated doesn't go quite how you thought it would.

Words: 4,191

Warnings: smut, references to periods, oral sex (m and f receiving), gagging (not in a sexy way), P in V sex, sex toys, things don't go according to plan.

A/N: I think this one was inspired by a porn blog i followed (since deleted i think??) who wrote a post about seeing her long distance bf and everything going wrong and i just couldn't shake the idea.

Taglist: @labessieisallama@deakyclicks@jennyggggrrr @drowseoftaylor@i-cant-hangout-im-drumming@queenmylovely@ilovequeenmorethanyou@johndeaconshands@borhapbois@stardust-galaxies@cherries-n-rocknroll@rogersslave@scorpiogemini

“You can’t say stuff like that when I’m so close to my period,” you whined, thankful you were alone in your flat so no one would see your blush, “You know how horny I get.” “Well if you get off tonight you really should tell me about it. In detail.” Ben replied and you could only imagine his cheeks were flushed too, especially after the filth he’d just come out with. “Actually, I’ve got a minute now if you wanna...phone sex is hot.” You laughed, “You might have time but, unfortunately, I do not. Rach’ll be here in a min.” “Not even for one little wank? I promise I’ll be fast. Been so long since I’ve had you that just the word cunt is giving me a stiffy.” “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow when you get home. Promise.” “How?” There was the sound of shuffling fabric under the word. “Stop trying to start phone sex, I’m about to go out!” “Who said I was starting anything. I gave you a list of things I’ve been thinking about doing to you and I wanna know which you fancy most. If I was tossing off while you told me, whats the harm?” “You’re terrible.” “Doubt you’ll think so tomorrow. And I hope you spend the night thinking about everything I said, I want you wet when I get there so I can be in you sooner.” “Believe me, I wont stop thinking about it.” “Neither,” Ben groaned. “Are you seriously touching yourself?” “Yeah,” he voice was breathier than before, “I got my cock out when I thought you’d be down for a quickie and it was too hard to just leave it. You’ve got a sexy voice.” A car horn tooted and, peeking out the window, you could see your friend Rachel waving from her car. You waved back and turned to grab your bag, “She’s here, I gotta go.” “Your loss.” Ben paused for a moment, letting out a series of fake, but no less arousing, moans, followed by a much more real grunt, “See you tomorrow.” “Can’t wait, I love you.” “I love you too.” “I’ll be waiting for you in bed. Naked.” Ben groaned just before you hung up, giggling to yourself.

You weren’t actually in bed when Ben arrived home the following afternoon. Neither were you fully naked, but Ben wasn’t too disappointed. Laying on the couch in only a bra and one of his shirts was close enough, and somehow more erotic. “Fuck I’ve missed you,” he said as he dropped his bags where he stood. You pushed yourself to your knees as he swooped in to kiss you, pulling you tight into his arms and then manoeuvring you onto his lap. It felt like you could breathe again as you wrapped your arms around his neck, though if anything the fierce kissing made it harder. Ben groaned against your lips as your rocked in place, his already semi hard cock trapped within the confines of his jeans. His hands wandered under your shirt and up to your breasts, giving them a quick squeeze over your bra, though stopping when you hissed through your teeth. “Sorry, my period’s due tomorrow and my boobs are still really sore.” “Shit, sorry babe. Do you want me to stop touching them?” “No, it’s okay, just no squeezing or anything too hard y’know.” “This better?” He asked, rubbing over your nipples with his thumbs as he gently cupped your boobs. “Mmm, yeahs thats good.” Ben smiled against your lips as he kissed you again, still carefully toying with one nipple as his other hand slid down to your hip. He gave you a brief squeeze, the motion of it encouragement to keep rubbing against him as he hardened under you. A particularly well timed roll of your hips made Ben whimper against your lips. “So hard already?” you asked, following the words with a kiss to the corner of his mouth, and then another proper one full on the lips. “Mmhmm,” Ben hummed, his fingers tangled in your hair as he kissed you back, eagerly parting his lips for your tongue. “I’m flattered,” you chuckled breathily after another minute, Ben’s lips now on your neck, both hands roaming down to your arse as if checking he remembered what all of you felt like. “Told you I’d missed you. Have you missed me?” You reached between your bodies, readjusting a little so you could undo his fly and help free his cock, “Should I show you just how much?” “Yeah,” he panted as you palmed his hard length, “Bedroom?” “Not yet baby. Missed you so much I don’t think I can wait that long. Need you in my mouth right now.” At that you slipped off his lap, lowering yourself to the floor. Ben helped to remove his pants before spreading his legs so you could wiggle into a comfortable position between them. It was a position you loved being in and one you’d been sorely missing while Ben had been away, so you weren’t inclined to tease him too much as you took his length in your hand, stoking him a few times to make sure he was truely hard. Ben was panting even before you’d lowered your heard and you were eager to hear more. His moans were fun over the phone but nowhere near as pretty as hearing them from above you while you licked and sucked his cock.

Ben was clearly enjoying everything you were doing, his panting turning to gasps and groans as you finally wrapped your lips around his head. It was impossible to supress the hum of satisfaction as you revelled in having him this way again, gradually letting yourself sink further down his shaft. His hand was resting on the top of your head, helping to guide you but mostly giving him something to tug on as you stroked what your lips hadn’t yet reached. You gagged a little as you readjusted to his size, but thankfully Ben found that as hot as anything else you’d done, letting out a loud moan as you brought yourself back up to take a few breaths before taking him in again. “Fuck babe,” he grunted, “Gonna make me cum,” You hummed again, pressing yourself down further, desperate to prove him right. But it had been a while since you’d last blown him and in your eagerness you rushed things a bit much. It was badly timed, pushing yourself to take more of him as his hips bucked at the feeling of your mouth. You gagged again but this time weren’t able to draw back as fast and so the one gag was followed by another and then another before you could manage to pull back and force yourself to breathe. It was uncomfortable, making your stomach lurch and your throat sting. And you couldn’t imagine it had looked or sounded particularly sexy when it felt so bad, not even with the string of saliva clinging to Ben’s cock and your lip. “Woah, babe, you okay?” Ben asked, his hand moving suddenly from your hair to instead rub your back. You nodded, swallowing back the acid reflux in your throat as you tried to breathe normally. “Let’s switch it up,” you said when you finally felt able to talk, “Bedroom?” “Are you still up to it? We can stop.” “No, no, I really fucking want to. I just need a glass of water first.” Ben leaned forward to kiss you briefly, “Probably good I didn’t cum then, huh. More for your needy cunt.” You whimpered at the growl in his voice, the unexpected interruption not enough to dowse your desire.

Once you’d had some water you made your way to the bedroom, finding Ben already stretched out in the bed, cock in hand. “Was worried you were gonna leave me to sort myself out,” he joked with a grin, laying back a little so you could clearly see just how hard he was. With a laugh you hurried to join him, pulling the shirt you wore off as you went. Before you’d even properly climbed in beside him, Ben’s hands were on your waist tugging you in close, and he was kissing you again. You managed to manoeuvre yourself so you were straddling him again, his cock pressing against your cunt in a way that made your stomach flip with excitement. “You want help with that bra or d’you wanna leave it on?” Ben asked against your throat, his finger toying with the clasp. “Umm, leave it. Don’t want any other distractions right now, just need you.” Ben dipped his head to kiss the top of your breast, his hands slipping further down your sides, and before you’d even registered the change he was gripping you tight and rolling you under him. You let out a surprised little sound, though you were soon distracted as Ben kissed you again, his hand moving between your legs. You were wet enough that his fingers slipped into you easily, a groan falling from his lips as he pressed them deeper. “Babe if I don’t fuck you soon, I’m gonna make a right mess of these sheets.” You laughed and nodded, eager to feel him fill you properly, though you were also aware you weren’t really properly ready. So you told Ben to get the lube to make things a little easier.

He was quick about it, moving no further away from you than was absolutely necessary to reach into his bedside table. You bit your lip as you watched him shift to his knees and stroke lube along his cock, his tip so flushed it looked painful. But moments later he was pushing your legs wider so he could better observe as he spread lube around your hole, watching as his fingers disappeared into you. “Now Benny, please,” you whined, unable to withstand waiting much longer. Your breath caught as he settled on top of you, your legs spreading wider to accommodate him as he lined himself up and pressed into you. He went slowly, which you appreciated because it meant the stretch was easier to handle than if he’d rushed it, but you suspected he was thinking more about how close he was. His hips stuttered a few times and he had to pause once to let out a long breath, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to keep his composure. It was a little torturous, knowing he was so much closer than you, feeling him move so slowly when you wanted friction, but it was hot too. Knowing he was willing himself to last longer just for you, and that he was only so close because you felt so good around his cock, that was a rush. It made you want to touch him more, to really test his stamina. You grabbed Ben’s arse with one hand, fingers pressing hard against his soft skin which just made Ben groan, his hips jolting a little at the unexpected touch. “Babe you have to give me a second,” he whimpered, “I’m so fucking close.” You just laughed, “You don’t have to try and wait, Benny, I love when you cum in me. Just try and fuck me a little too, okay?” Ben nodded as he let you guide him into another kiss, his brows knitted together as he tried to hold back anyway. But he did rock into you, his pace uneven, groaning on every stroke. You let your hand slip down to your clit since Ben was already focusing on so much, moaning at the combination of sensations. But, as much as it was working for you, it was even more effective for Ben. A sudden clench was all it took. “Je-Jesus, fuck, sorry,” Ben managed to grunt as he held himself inside you, his orgasm making him moan. You didn’t mind that he’d finished so quick. It wasn’t as if it was unexpected, and you did love the feeling, and it was nice when he collapsed onto you afterwards, but it was a little disappointing none the less so you decided you should tease him a little anyway. After a few quiet moments as Ben caught his breath you said, “Well at least you sounded pretty,” “Fuck I’m sorry honey,” he groaned against your throat, “I really tried.” “I know you did,” you rubbed his back, “I guess my pussy’s just too good.” “Oh it is,” he said earnestly, pushing himself up a little so he could see you properly, “But I’ll make it up to you.” “Oh yeah? How?” The soft pout he’d been using slipped into a cocky grin as he unentangled himself from you. Your breath hitched a little as he slipped out of you but he quickly made up for it, scooting down the bed so he could lie between your legs. “Oh I see,” you laughed, relaxing back against the pillows as his lips latched onto your clit.

Ben was very good at eating you out. He’d done it on your second date, which was partly why you’d agreed to a third, and had only improved in the years you’d been together. But it was extremely hot when he ate you out after he’d already cum in you. It felt so filthy, especially because he was so talkative about it, telling you how much he loved seeing his cum dribble out of you, how seeing it made him want to cum into you again and again. He fingered you as he spoke, but his mouth was never far away, so you could feel his breath as he moaned about how good you tasted together, how he could eat you out for hours if you’d only let him. And then you’d gasp as he sucked at you again, his fingers steadily thrusting into you as he licked up your wetness and his cum, toying with your clit in the best way. The bonus of having Ben go down on you was that he was getting turned on again to. You liked to watch him sometimes, when he was too preoccupied to notice, pushing yourself up on your elbows to better see him buried between your thighs. But when you saw him rubbing himself against the bed, seeking out any little pleasure as he revelled in licking your cunt, you dropped back to the pillow with a moan. He clearly took the sound as encouragement, becoming somehow more enthusiastic, his touch firmer, his own hums and moans more frequent. There had been a lot of build up – just being apart and missing him, and all the things he’d said on the phone to work you up, and the joy of finally being able to touch him and kiss him and take him – so Ben had no difficulties in bringing you to the edge and drawing you over it. Your legs tightened around his head but he barely seemed to notice, so intent on prolonging your pleasure and so desperate not to let a drop of your release go to waste. You ended up needing to tug on his hair as you whined for him to stop, your clit becoming oversensitive as he continued to touch it. Though when he looked up at you, pouting a little at being made to stop, chin glistening and hair all over the place, you were so struck by how hot he looked, you nearly pushed him back down and let him keep going.

“How was that?” Ben asked as he moved to lie his head beside yours on the same pillow. You didn’t bother with words, letting out a satisfied hum as you stretched a little. Ben just chuckled and pulled you into another kiss. He had started to harden again while he was going down on you, but it was too soon for either of you to be properly ready for more so, for a little while, you just lay there and talked. There were a few soft kisses in between but mostly it was just nice to catch up on things you’d missed while he was away, Ben playing with your fingers or pressing his nose into your neck so his voice was muffled and your skin tingled with his breath. You ended up laying perpendicular to him, across the width of the bed, your head resting on his stomach as you laughed at something stupid together. It was whilst you were lying there that you turned your head the other way and saw Ben’s semi had grown. “Can’t even talk to a mostly naked girl without getting hard,” you tutted jokingly. “What can I say, that bra makes your boobs look phenomenal. And I didn’t really get to fuck you before.” “Just stuck it in and came straight away.” you laughed. “Very pathetic, I know,” he chuckled, “Especially after telling you all that stuff yesterday." You snorted at the reminder, and moved your hand to wrap around his shaft, “Lucky for you I’m willing to give you another shot.” Ben groaned at your touch but quickly stopped you, “How do you want it? From behind? You always cum easy like that.” You agreed quickly, already pushing yourself up, eager to feel him in you properly.

Ben didn’t disappoint. His grasp was firm as he gripped your hip with one hand, using the other to guide himself into your cunt. Though he also thought it was funny to stop once he was situated and pretend to cum instantly. You rolled your eyes at the joke and told him to pop a Viagra if he had to. He just laughed as slid his now free hand over your arse and up to your hip, holding your tight as he gave a quick thrust. It soon became very apparent that the little blue pill was unnecessary. He took his time building into a steady rhythm, finding a pace that worked for both of you. You moaned as you finally got to feel him properly, his length stroking against your walls so perfectly that you couldn’t help but moan. Every now and again he’d add in an unexpected thrust, maybe a little harder than the others, maybe just out of time with what you were expecting. You’d gasp at the surprise but it never failed to make you clench around him, which in turn made Ben from grunt behind you. On one particular rough thrust, you let yourself collapse a little, your arms folding under you, so you were panting into the bedding as Ben held your hips in place and continued to pound into you, not immediately switching back to the previous pace he’d set. You stayed like that for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of being properly fucked, though you soon realised Ben was reaching his peak faster than you were. With a little effort you managed to slip you hand down to rub your clit. Ben did his best to help stimulate you too, grabbing and squeezing your arse, even toying with your arsehole a little, spitting on it and rubbing around it. And it did help, a bit. You were getting closer, just not fast enough, and not as fast as Ben. “You gotta cum babe,” he panted, his steady strokes slipping out of time. “I can’t Benny,” you whined, pressing harder against your clit, getting desperate. Ben lasted another couple of minutes but there was only so long he could hold out. He moaned as he came. Once again you felt that mix of disappointment (more acutely this time since you’d been closer than before) and pleasure at how good it felt when Ben came in you. And once again, Ben was apologising. “It’s okay Benny,” you said, rolling over onto your back so Ben could settle on top of you, “Just means we have to go again as soon as you can manage it.” He laughed and nodded, stifling a small yawn, “Well that shouldn’t take long.”

He was sort of right. A couple of minutes to recover, a little dirty talk to speed up the process, and half of a porn video pulled up on your phone, and he was ready to go again. You suggested that you’d be on top this time and he eagerly agreed. Unfortunately, that mornings travel and the two orgasms he’d already had seemed to be taking a toll. Ben was clearly exhausted, his cock softening unexpectedly as you were trying to ride him. His cheeks coloured pink as he realised he wasn’t stiff anymore, “Shit, sorry, give me another min.” You lifted yourself off and Ben worked on stroking himself back up, the slick left over from your cunt making his fist glide along his shaft. “There we go,” he groaned, fully hard once more. You sank down once more, sighing happily at being so full again. But before long you felt his erection soften again. “Maybe I do need that Viagra,” Ben frowned. Carefully shifting from his lap, you lay down beside Ben and stroked his hair, “No honey, you’re probably just worn out. It’s okay.” You were going to say more but you cut yourself off when you caught sight of Ben’s cock. “Shit, Ben, are you bleeding?” “Wha-?” He sat up, both of you examining his now very soft dick. You grabbed him, perhaps a little harder than you meant to if his sudden sharp inhale was anything to go by, to try and see where the blood was coming from when you realised what it meant and started laughing. “What’s so funny?” Ben asked nervously. “You’re not bleeding. I am. My period started.” “Oh thank Christ.” You groaned partly because you knew you’d have to get up and find underwear and go to the toilet and you didn’t really feel like getting out of bed, and partly because it would have been nice on Ben’s cock but he clearly wasn’t up to it and by the time he was you’re period would probably have killed your mood. But then an idea came to you. “What if I used one of my toys?” If Ben were a dog, his ears would have pricked up. You absently drew your finger along his thigh, “You can watch and talk to me and touch me and just generally help me get off, and I’ll still get to cum how I wanted to but on a dildo instead of a real dick.” “I’ll be so helpful.” You laughed at Ben’s eagerness, “Can you start by getting me a towel? I know my periods just started so it shouldn’t be too messy but I’d rather not risk staining the sheets.” By the time Ben got back, still naked, holding two folded towels so you could choose, you’d grabbed out the toy and found some clothes to put on afterwards. And once you’d spread out the towel and gotten comfortable, Ben kept being helpful. He offered to lube up the dildo for you, and kissed you a lot as you eased the toy into yourself. It felt nice to be full again, but it was made all the more enjoyable by Ben’s constant stream of talk, telling you how gorgeous you looked, how on a regular day he’d be so hard just from the idea of you wanking in front of him. He kissed your neck and the tops of your breasts, ran his hands over your thighs and rubbed your clit so you could focus on fucking yourself. And when you moaned, he told you to do it again, to keep going because he loved seeing you all fucked out, even on fake cock, and he so badly wanted to see you cum. All you had to do was keep your hand steady and listen to his pretty voice. The way it got deeper as he said more, the way he groaned when you gasped out his name, his cock twitching just a little against you. He made it easy to finish. And when your grip on the toy faltered, when you lost the pace as your orgasm hit, Ben placed his hand over yours and made sure you didn’t stop fucking yourself until you were totally spent.

You collapsed back against the pillows with a satisfied sigh, Ben propping himself up on one elbow beside you. “How was that?” he asked softly, reaching over to brush some hair out of your face. “Good,” you laughed a little when you thought about it, “Not what I thought tonight would be, but still good.” Ben snorted and shifted to lie beside you properly, pulling you into his arms, “Well it’s a good thing I don’t have to go anywhere else anytime soon. Your period will give me a few days to recover and get my cock working again.” You laughed more. “And then we can work through all those ideas I mentioned on the phone.” “Sounds like a plan.” You rubbed your thumb over his cheek as you caught him in a kiss. He hummed happily against your lips, only breaking away to say, “This is pretty prefect though.”

#ben hardy x reader #ben hardy smut #ben hardy imagine #my fics #my writing #by the time you read this i'll be on my way to lunch with the fam #hope you're all having a good holiday season!

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thegreatwicked · 1 year ago

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FicRecs

Enjoy some of my favorite stories I've come across on Tumblr! Seriously, I LOVE these stories and I reread them A LOT!

Please note: Virtually ALL OF THESE STORIES ARE SMUT. That means 18+ content, and you are responsible for managing your internet consumption. Minors DNI.

FicRecs

DC Comics

Dance for Daddy by @matth1w LAWD. I love me some Roman Sionis fics and this one DELIVERS. Sexy, kinky, smutty I give it a solid Chefs Kiss.

Joy Ride and Let Me Make You Feel Good, The Intern by @littleredwing89 More delicious Roman Sionis one shots Joy ride is about teasing Roman as he drives and Let Me Make You Feel Good is about a sweet smutty cure for a hangover. And the Intern, a fuck buddies to lovers story, god yum. Reader inserts. Drool. Go forth read and enjoy.

Bait the Beast by @more-cardigan-than-womanLord help me, I found a new little gem. You cause a bit of a ruckus with Coblepot and Roman thinks you need a lesson.

Yours by @tarrenterror25set in the AO! Verse Roman is having some trouble during the holidays overcoming everything the Joker did to him, good thing he has you. Because he does. You're his now. Melt. Sorry about the mess.

Star Wars

Water and Rock by @split-spectrum I honestly cannot say enough good things about this story It follows Obi-wan/Fem Reader in the classic Master/Padawan troupe and it. is. SPICY. Up to twelve chapters which I have read MULTIPLE TIMES and it hits so hard. Go read this story it is sexy as HELL and gives you the feels. She's so damn good at writing Obi-Wan it hurts, but like in a kinky good way.

The Gift by @ladyinwriting18 I have already spoke at length about the fabulousness that is Lady in Writing and her amazing content. This one is a favorite! Its a Maul/Reader Insert and it is smutty sxy and kinky. Seriously if Maul is your fictional crush (Hi me too!), go read this.

The Three Princes Part One: The Oldest Profession by @thenightmarketofdathomir This writer is freaking legendary. I do not know the collection of words in my own language to describe the eloquence and sophistication this writer possesses. Just go. Go read this and you let me know if you're ever the same again. This gem stars our boy Feral and is a you/reader insert. Oh damn, this story makes me want things...

Birthday Wish, Romancing the Pages, The Write Seduction, To Create Life, by @jedianjakenobi Y'all, this author holds a special place in my writer's heart. She's a published author on Amazon and she's truly amazing. Her works are all Obi-Wan-centered and reader inserts. Birthday Wish is a birthday crush from your sexy neighbor, Romancing the Pages is a fake relationship/summer romance with a reclusive shy librarian (Ben) and a best-selling author, The Write Seduction is a professor Kenobi/writing student story and it is SPICY. And my favorite To Create Life is a Jedi Council green lights a baby-making program and who else is the reader paired with? Their good friend Padawan Kenobi. My darlings, my friends, if you like Obi-Wan smut then you are doing yourselves a disservice by NOT reading these.

Empty Me Out by @221bshrlocked reader insert/DOM Obi-Wan I'm tellin y'all this story NEARLY killed me. I've lost track of how many times I've readit. You're an entertainer and Master Kenobi needs information from you, so you give him what he wants and then he gives you what you want. Where it Wasn't massage therapy reader insert/Obi-Wan, do I need to say more? Pretty sure I melted into the floor with this one.

His Loving Satine by @waterlily707 I love reader insterT and OCs but these two Obi-Wan and Satine are a joy to read. Temporary paralyzed Obi-Wan at the "mercy" of a slightly dom Satine. Juicy, gorgeous, little bit of fluff. Love it.

Room 24 by @murdockussy Little angsty Obi-Wan/reader insert enemies to lovers in an undercover assignment-type situation. Spicy, dom Obi-Wan give. Me. More.

Tea with Lemon, Tea with Honey by @wickedscribbles an established relationship as a reader insert and Obi-Wan. If you want honey then you get to take care of a sick Obi-Wan and kind out you have a new kink, if you want Lemon then Obi-Wan takes advantage of said kink and whisks you away to another planet for some R&R under the guise of "work." Enjoy!

Actors/Characters

Ben Hardy

Hold Me Close, Don't Let Me Go by @stray-kaz God. This one shot is just sxy as hell, it's a Billy/Four fro, 6 Underground/Female Reader. Our boy comes home to one hell of an 'I missed you, I need you right now' welcome. GO read it. Right now.

Such an Experience by @rogermyreligionOk. Guys... FUCK, this is a hot little oneshot Roger Taylor of Queen/Female reader and OMG. Just go read it. I've officially stopped counting how many times I've read this. Smutty/Sexy. I'm dead.

Long Distance by @acciotwinzwinz. Y'ALL. Sit your asses down and read this Roger Taylor/Reader insert/You. It's fluffy, its sexy, its cute and the smut is -chefs kiss- Yes, I read this one a lot too.

For now, these are some of my favorites that I frequently reread because I love them. I'll probably be adding more, it's more than likely I've forgotten some...

#fic rec #ben hardy characters #star wars #dc comics #jason todd #roman sionis #all smut all the way #billy/four x reader #roger taylor #obi wan x reader #obi-wan smut #roman sionis smut #jason todd smut #darth maul x you #darth maul smut #Support writers content #My favorite fanfics

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hornyaquarius · 9 months ago

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Stuck With You (Ben Hardy X Tom Holland)

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56691076

#Ben hardy #Tom Holland #Guys #Fan Fic

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exilynn · 1 year ago

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Não, mas Edds é o amigo traiçoeiro de Jamie, como sempre no capítulo um, parte três. Ele é tão pateta hahah

Às vezes ele torna a vida de Jay um inferno, mas ele ama sua companhia. Fanfic Echoes Nocteris.

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borhapparker · 2 years ago

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borhapparker's 1k follower celebration!

we reached 1k followers! this was overdue, as it's been a few weeks since i reached this milestone but thank you to everyone that's joined my little corner of tumblr (: and to the couple friends i've made along the way, you guys are amazing and ily ! all characters elegible for the celebration are on the banner ! (all pedro pascal characters, ben hardy, gwilym lee, sebastian stan, andrew garfield and tom holland)

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crowandmousewritingco · 8 months ago

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Dream Daddies Pt1

Pairing: No pairing yet (eventual polyamory between the reader and Frankie, Joel, Jack, Oberyn, and Ezra. It's a lot but boy do I have a lot of love to give lol)

Words: 3.5k

Rating: G (will turn M at some point)

Series Notes: Reader as a child oc along with Frankie ("Ellie" short for Evelynn) and Jack (unnamed as of right now).

Warnings: This chapter is pretty good. Only has a brief mention of spousal death.

Summary: You're a new dad at a new school, and by happenstance you end up meeting some more dreamy dads.

Author: Mod Mouse

Notes: I have had so much brain rot for the game Dream Daddy so I needed an excuse to write a fic inspired by that game. So this is what that is. I can already tell ya this will be a longer series so buckle up buckaroos for a slow burn.

“Papa?” Your daughter asked as she gently tugged at your pants.

Squatting down so you could be at her eye level you asked, “What is it sweetie?” You gently cupping her small cheek in your hand.

She sniffled and your heart panged from her sadness. “I-I’m scawed.”

“Aww you don’t have anything to be worried about. Mr. Ben is a great teacher and you will have so much fun with him.” You tried to reassure your daughter. “I talked to him and he has so many fun crafts and games that you’ll love. I know you love glitter crafts.”

“B-But I miss you,” She sniffled and quickly wrapped her small arms around your neck. You gently hugged her back, running your hands up and down her small back in hopes of soothing her.

“I’ll miss you too, but guess what?” You said and kissed her soft hair.

She sniffled again “What?”

“We’ll see each other at the end of the day. Here look,” You replied and gently turned her small frame to the far wall. You pointed up to the colorful clock. “When the big hand is on the 12 and the small hand is on the 2, then we can see each other again.”

Your daughter smiled “Really papa?”

You smiled and kissed her cheek. “Really really baby, now how about you show your teacher your new backpack.” You encouraged her.

“Okay! Bye papa!” She kisses your cheek and hurries to her new class with none of the previous worry left on her small face.

You smile and lean back on the doorframe watching her interact with her new teacher. “You’re a natural at that,” You hear a voice say and you turn to see a middle aged man in the hallway holding a bright pink unicorn backpack. The dark flannel and the worn hat was quite the contrast from the bright colors in his hand. He seemed to be older than you imagined with just a touch of salt and pepper in his beard.

You smirked “And my guess is that that isn’t your backpack.”

He chuckled a nice deep hardy laugh and shook his head. “Couldn’t find any in my size. No, this is for my daughter Ellie.” He said pointing to a girl with an equally pink dress and pigtails talking to another kid. You smiled when you realized that that child was your own.

“Seems like our kids are fast friends,” You smiled the love of your child very evident on your face.

“Oh that one is yours? What’s her name?” He asked as he too watched them interact. Lily was excitedly showing Ellie her new lunchbox.

“Lily,” You answered. “It was her dad’s idea.”

“That’s a very cute name. Will he also be dropping her off?”

“Oh um no he…” You sighed, “He died when she was just a baby.”

The stranger paled “Oh god I’m sorry I didn’t realize,” He stumbled.

“It’s okay like I said it was years ago, and you didn’t know.” You held out your hand in introduction. “Sorry I forgot to tell you my name.”

He held out his hand and you took it. It was rougher than you thought. “That’s alright. I’m Frankie Morales. It was nice to meet you.”

“It was nice to meet you too,” You smiled softly. “Will I see you at drop off more often?”

“Probably,” He smiled. “I get Ellie on the weekdays and her mom gets her on the weekends.” Frankie explained and peaked inside the classroom setting the backpack in his daughter's cubby. When he peaked back out he tipped his worn ball cap. “Will you be at the Start of Year celebration on Friday?”

“We plan on it,” You answered. “My daughter hasn’t stopped talking about it.” Your daughter always did love a party.

“Then I’ll see you there!” Frankie smiled and turned leaving down the hall. You watched the stranger before turning back to your daughter, making sure she knew you were leaving and you headed to work.

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The first week of classes went by in a blink of an eye. Lily was excited to show you all the crafts she created throughout the week and you put everything on the fridge. She had even made a couple of friends whom she talked about constantly. And that included on the way to the Start of Year celebration. You smiled at her enthusiasm which grew when they entered the gymnasium.

Jackson Academy had their elementary and middle school combined into one building so there was a wide range of ages at the celebration. The amount of people you didn’t recognize made you anxious but your daughter was excited to go.

“Papa, can I go pway with my fwends?” She asked, pointing to where her class was gathered.

“Of course, I’ll be by the snacks if you need me,” You said as she scampered away. Now it was just you. You sighed. Well snacks it was. You picked up a paper plate in the school colors and took in your options. A variety of chips and dips with an entire bakery of cupcakes and cookies were at your disposal. You took a little bit of each just to give you something to do with your hands.

The plate was folding in on itself by the time you were done. You supported it with your other hand and looked around for a place. Everyone seemed to be talking with everyone else. Damn you had really hoped being the new kid stopped after high school, but that’s what happens when you have your own kid.

There was a place at the end of the basketball court that didn’t seem as busy so you claimed your spot and watched as your child interacted with her classmates. You really wished you still had her extrovertedness. She got that all from her dad. He would’ve known how to do this.

You absentmindedly pushed the ranch around with a carrot stick when you heard a voice, “I think the carrot has enough ranch on it.”

You looked up and smiled when you saw Frankie there happy to have a familiar face in the crowd. “Oh well you can never have enough ranch.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” He chuckled, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets. “Do you have anyone else you’re meeting here?” Frankie asked.

“Uh no we’re actually new to this area of town. Just moved here a few weeks ago.” You admit. “Haven’t had the chance to explore the local hangout joints.”

“Really why do you join our little group? Just a few other dads who hang out. Unless you rather keep company with the celery sticks.” He smirked looking down at your plate.

You laughed. “I would love to meet your friends.”

“Great here we’re right over there,” He said and led you to one of the round tables.

You carried your plate over to the table and was surprised how similar that group looked. The similarities between these dads were almost impressive. They looked like they could all be related.

“This is Joel Miller,” He pointed to a man with salt and pepper dotting his hair. He seemed to be older than the rest of the group, the wrinkles a prominent feature. Joel gave a quick nod of acknowledgement in your direction. It seemed he really wasn’t much of a talker.

“Jack Daniels,” The man gave you a tip of his black cowboy hat. He was different from the previous dad with his well groomed mustache, and where Joel had the hint of Texan flair Jack was fully dressed in cowboy attire which would have looked tacky on anyone else. But for some reason it worked really well on him.

“Ezra,” This one had a streak of blonde hair that fell on his forehead. He wore a sweater that looked simple at first glance but you realized that there were deep subtle patterns on the fabric. This was paired with black jeans with slight rips in them along with thick black boots.

“And Oberyn Martell,” There was nothing subtle about this dad. Everything he wore was in some shade of yellows that somehow flowed well with each other. Gold chains adorned his neck and each finger had some sort of ring adorning it. Either he had a lot of money or he put a lot of effort into his wardrobe.

You gave a small wave before turning to Frankie. “You’ve got quite the group here.”

“You could say that,” He answered and he sat back down in his chair. You introduced yourself and joined him in the seat adjacent to him.

Though there was a bit of silence that you wanted to fill but you had no idea how to even start. Luckily it seemed like there was one of the dads who was just as uncomfortable with silence as you were. “What grade is your youngling in?” Ezra asked, leaning against his arm against the table.

“Oh mine just started kindergarten. I had her in a preschool, but I transferred her to this school,” You answered before taking a bite out of a cookie.

“That’s how we actually met,” Frankie added. “We ran into each other at the dropoff.”

“Seems like it was just yesterday I was dropping my child off at kindergarten,” Jack reminisced. He turned to look at you. “But now he’s in big boy day elementary school now.”

“Soon you’ll have to help him with math homework,” You chuckle. “Kindergarten I can help with, but I will be utterly useless when it comes to that homework.”

“Just wait till they decided to take honors trigonometry.” Ezra added. “I love them truly, but that is not my realm of knowledge.”

“I’m sure my daughter would help Cee in that department,” Oberyn added.

“Of course your daughter is quite affluent when it comes to arithmetic,” Ezra beamed and kissed his cheek.

“You must be very proud of her,” You mentioned looking in their direction.

Oberyn turns to look at you, “Everyday. She takes after her mother.”

“Oh is she here tonight?” You asked.

He shook his head. “Not this school year. She’s traveling with my other daughters across Europe since she wanted them to see the world before they started high school.”

Your eyes widened and part of you was jealous. Everything you worked for went to your child but you it wasn’t likely you could ever do anything that grand for your daughter. Almost sensing your internal conflict, Oberyn leaned over the table and gently took his hand in yours. “She had come into a recent inheritance and decided to put most of it in a trust fund. The rest was spent on this trip.” He explained gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. You blushed at the interaction. “You are an amazing parent. I can tell.”

“It seems like the red viper has eyes on one another,” Jack commented over the rim of the plastic cup as he watched the interaction. Joel hummed an agreement.

Before you could ask what he meant by that your daughter ran up to the table. “Papa! Papa!” You hear your daughter call for you and you turn to see her holding the hand of one of her classmates who you recognized as Frankie’s daughter.

You smiled, happy to see your child settling in with some of her friends. “Hi sweetie.”

“Papa Ellie’s dad can fly!” Lily told you excitedly.

“Oh is that true?” You asked and looked back at Frankie. He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Technically it’s true. I just fly a helicopter.” He admitted.

“Ya but that’s still really cool!” Ellie chimed in. “Maybe Daddy can show you his ship sometime?”

You giggled “I think I would very much like that.”

The two girls giggled and hurried back to their little group. You looked back at Frankie who was slightly hiding behind his hand.

“Seems like ya daughters are already setting you up on a date,” Jack winkied before taking another sip of his lemonade.

Frankie rolled his eyes. “Jack, you say that everytime.”

Jack smiled and leaned back in his plastic chair. “Well I’m just stating the facts, partner.”

“Is this something your daughter does often?” You asked him.

“Yes she’s convinced about true love ever since I let her watch the Princess Bride,” He sighed and fidgeted with his napkin.

“Better than my child. I am all for self expression but I could only take so many different renditions of My Little Pony,” Oberyn commented.

Ezra smirked and wrapped his arm around Oberyn’s bicep. “Though you have to admit the zombie apocalypse version had you on the edge of your seat. It was almost Shakespearan.”

Oberyn looked down at his partner and kissed his head. “Okay you do have a point.”

“Sounds like you have a little creator on your hands,” You smiled.

“Whatever creative outlet she wants to explore, I am more than willing to fund.” Oberyn answered.

You smiled softly. The conversation flowed well within the group and you really appreciated having other dads that could help you through your parenting journey. They weren't what you were expecting. Most of the dads you had met before were usually indifferent about their children and their interests, but it was really nice to see them all give their whole hearts into their children.

Before you could say anything else, the principal stood up on the auditorium stage and began his quick introduction to the school year. You didn’t know it yet, but it was indeed going to be quite the school year for you too.

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“I promise I can create programming,” You sighed, rubbing your eyes. The library needed something for the calendar for the fall season, but you swear you peaked last year. Sensing your turmoil, your favorite coworker swiveled their chair to face you.

“And I can tell you that you just burnt yourself out when you did the How to Fair and don’t forget the Scarecrow festival. You run that every year. And you run a bookclub on top of it.” They mentioned twirling a pencil in their fingers. “You already do a lot of programming. Just make Chris come up with something. You know he’s looking for any excuse to do something for the library.”

You groaned, leaning your head down against the coolness of the desk. “I hate it when you’re right.”

They gently patted your back and stood up from their chair. “Here give me your mug. It's clear you need a caffeine boost.”

You lift your mug up for them, your head not leaving the desk. “You are a god sent.”

“Well I’m not sure if a god sent me, but some powers that be sure did,” They chuckled and went back to the break room for a refill.

The quiet of the library allowed you some sense of calm while your mind raced. The library was a great place to work just sometimes it required a lot of your mental capacity. You stayed like that for a moment trying to brainstorm an idea when a familiar voice asked, “I have a feeling that it’s not just the Dewey Decimal system that’s got you all worn out.”

You looked up and was surprised to see Ezra here. “Not just Dewey. Marc has my number too apparently.” You rubbed your eyes. “But it’s nice to see you.”

“It’s a pleasant surprise to see you working at this establishment,” He mentioned leaning against the counter.

“Been working here for some time, just at another branch. I transferred here which happened to be closer to where Lily goes to school.”

“Well now I am more justified to come to visit this alluring library. Actually that brings me to my inquiry.” He perked up and leaned over the desk.

“You came to the right place. I’m all ears,” You chuckled.

“I’m actually looking for a book. Where might your copy of A Clockwork Orange be?”

“Let me check,” You say as you type away on your computer. After a few different searches you say, “Seems like our copy is checked out, but I can put a hold on it if you want.”

“That would be perfect,” Ezra smiled and pulled out his library card, handing it to you. You blushed as your fingers brushed against yours, but you quickly recovered.

You scanned his library card with a soft beep, and after a few more clicks you announced, “That book has been placed on hold for you.” You hand the card back over to Ezra who slides it back into his wallet.

“Thank you kindly as ever. I’ll hopefully see ya around sometime.” He smiled before turning away.

“Have a good day,” You waved after him as he left your area. A smile grew on your face.

You had to rub lean your hand on your cheek to hide the slight blush on your cheek. “Well now you haven’t told me about him yet,” The voice of your coworker made you jump. They chuckled and set the mug next to you. Plopping themselves back in their section, they said “Spill.”

“It really is nothing,” You state, holding the warm mug in your hands.

“Oh ya and I’m Santa Claus,” They roll their eyes.

“I don’t know what you do on the weekends,” You joke. “And you always take December off.”

“Touche but that’s not the point. You don’t just blush at every patron.”

“Ugh fine, we met at the start of the school year party. Frankie introduced me to his friend group. He was their with several other dads whose kids all go to the same school”

“Well that’s one hell of a meet cute,” They wiggled their eyebrows over the rim of their mug.

“Yes but I’m sure they have a partner. I saw them together at the party. They seemed to be pretty attached to each other.”

Your coworker was quiet for a moment and looked back to see if Ezra was still there. He lingered at one of the displays before heading out the sliding doors. When he left they turned back to you. “Pull up their file.”

You looked over at them quizzically, but pulled up their information that was still up from the hold. Tilting the screen so they could see. “Here.”

They rolled closer to you scanning the information. “I knew he sounded familiar. He comes in here with his partner for that poly support group that comes every Wednesday evening. I think his partner's name is Oberyn. I can’t forget a name like that.”

You blushed. “Then that’s him.” You turned back to his information and did a double take. Something about his address looked familiar. “Wait a second.”

“What?” Your coworker leaned closer to you taking in the information.

“This,” You pointed to the address. “That’s near my house. Like two or three houses down in the cul de sac.”

Their eyes widened. “That’s a crazy coincidence.”

You hurriedly typed another name in the search bar. Jack Daniels. You searched his profile too. Same thing two doors down. “How have I not noticed this?”

“What, what haven’t you noticed?” They frantically searched between you and the screen.

But you didn’t answer them. You typed in a few more names. Joel Miller. Frankie Morales. Oberyn Martell. One to the left of you, one to the right of you, and one on the other side of the street.

“Holy shit,” You whispered.

“What!” They raised their voice.

You blushed as you looked back at your coworker. “You remember that back to school party where I met all of those handsome men?”

“Yes and you wouldn’t stop talking about them. What about it?”

You paused before saying, “They all live in the same street as me.”

Their eyes widened and they turned back to the screen. “That’s so crazy! All of them?.” They turned back to you with a smirk when they realized what that meant. “And you’ve been talking about them nonstop this past week.” You could see the wicked gleam in their eyes.

“No I can’t go flirting with all those guys,” You quickly shut down any idea they were having.

“I know you and you’ve been wanting to explore your poly side for a while now. I’m not usually one to believe in fate, but when five handsome men just fall in your life you thank a higher being.”

You take a long sip of your coffee. You sighed “If I do this and that’s the biggest if, how am I to know if they are even okay with this?”

“You ask, you flirt and you find out.” They tell you softly. “I know you need this. Come on. You haven’t had this much fun in a while.”

You thought for a moment staring into the dark liquid. “I hate it when you're right.”

They chuckled and went back to their computer. “I can’t help it. I just call it when I see it.”

You lean back in your chair rubbing your eyes as you stare at the address. What have you gotten yourself into?

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inthedayswhenlandswerefew · 1 year ago

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Baby You Were My Picket Fence

Series Summary: You are a first grade teacher in sunny Los Angeles, California. Ben Hardy is the father of your most challenging student. Things quickly get complicated in this unconventional love story.

Chapter 1: Bad To The Bone

Chapter 2: Should I Stay Or Should I Go

Chapter 3: Light My Fire

Chapter 4: Dream On

Chapter 5: Paradise City

Chapter 6: Have You Ever Seen The Rain

Chapter 7: Let It Be

Chapter 8: Kickstart My Heart

Chapter 9: Sympathy For The Devil

Chapter 10: I Want You To Want Me

Chapter 11: White Wedding

Chapter 12: Welcome To The Jungle

Chapter 13: Peace Of Mind

Chapter 14: Smoke On The Water

Chapter 15: The Chain

Chapter 16: All Along The Watchtower

Chapter 17: No One Like You

Chapter 18: Surrender

Chapter 19: Stairway To Heaven

Chapter 20: Home Sweet Home

💜 All of my writing can be found HERE! 💜

#ben hardy x reader #ben hardy fic #borhap cast fic

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laminy · 2 years ago

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a new life grows, the blossom knows, Chapter 16: Sami convinces them all to stay up late to watch a meteor shower.

#a new life grows #into the blue and sunny morn'#and the night followed day and the story tellers say #ben hardy fic #gwilym lee fic #ben hardy x gwilym lee #harlee #rami malek fic #joe mazzello fic #rami malek x joe mazzello #mazlek #bohemian rhapsody fic #bohemian rhapsody rpf #au

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anxiouspotatorants · 2 years ago

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More Theobel fic/au ideas because the new episode was a whole three course meal:

Theo and Mabel CoBro date: Mabel never got into CoBro and Theo just has to fix that. But is it an explicit date or not? And will they even really be paying attention to the movies?

Teenage years where Theo catches the Hardy Boys sneaking into the Dimas apartment but nobody has the time to say anything because Mabel finds a CoBro dvd and oh my god is Theo a Ben Glenroy fan? has Theo seen Girl Cop? oh he hasn't? and then she drags him out of his apartment leaving her friends utterly confused while she leads him to her aunt's place to sit him down and force feed him the pilot episode. Let's just say Theo becomes a little smitten by that.

Roomies AU: Mabel needs to get out of her aunt's apartment. Theo needs someone to help him pay rent. Or maybe he doesn't and would like to have a roomate. Or at least extend some kindness after everything that's happened. Mabel accepts. It gets super domestic real quick.

The road to 3.07: How did Mabel and Theo get from that day on Coney Island to where they are now? I want awkward meet ups, talking their complicated feelings out, a crap ton of miscommunication of the linguistic and the emotional sort, finding common ground in being directionless and finding comfort in being directionless together.

Renovation AU: They've never met before. Theo is moving out of his father's grasp into his own place and has the money to renovate. He sees one of Mabel's murals on social media and decides to commission her with no idea what he even wants a mural of. Queue a bunch of meetings where they end up talking about their lives and interests instead of the job, and Mabel spending hours at his place, dragging out the process just to spend more time with him.

Ghost AU: Every death at the Arconia results in a new ghostly tennant. Mabel is the only one who can see them until the night of Zoe’s death. Theo starts with only her but gradually ends up seeing all the ghosts. Inevitably him and Mabel discover each other and the dead residents decide to place their bets on the match.

Fan meet: Mabel wants to meet Ben Glenroy and share her gratitude for Girl Cop. Theo wants his CoBro 2 copy signed. They bump into each other at a meet and greet line and leave the line to catch up. They never do meet Ben that day.

Mabel loses sleep over a case on her conspiracy board and invites Theo over for help. They end up talking about grief and guilt instead. It goes on for so long they both fall asleep on the couch and wouldn’t you know they wake up in a bundle of sweatered arms and legs.

#I’m back on this bullshit #will I write a fic of them one day? who knows #but I sure as hell will make moodboards #theobel #mabel x theo #mabel mora #theo dimas #omitb #omitb spoilers #omitb au #my aus #only murders in the building

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illfoandillfie · 3 months ago

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Quality Vs Quantity

Rich Fuckboy Ben Series Masterlist

Pairing: Rich Fuckboy!Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader

Summery: Spending a day in Ben's hotel room has some unforeseen consequences

Warnings: Basically just fluff with some references to sex - nothing happens on page, Specifically references to oral sex (m receiving) and P in V sex, Rich kid dickishness, hints at dom!reader/sub!Ben but nothing major, discussions of urinary tract infections.

Words: 1,166

A/N: The idea for this one came about because I was rewatching Crazy Ex-Girlfriend (for those that are unfamiliar it's a tv comedy series that features musical numbers, its great, highly recommend) and in on episode the main character contracts a UTI and the guy she's been sleeping with sings a song about how he's proud to have been soon good at sex that she needs medication. It's funny and stupid but it did make me think of my favourite rich prick and I had to write something lmao.

(How could I not use this image lmao)

When you’d gone out with Ben you’d figured you’d have a good night letting him be all dominant and then you’d be sent home as soon as he was done, with a slap on the arse and probably some comment about being a whore. You hadn’t expected to still be there the next morning let alone for Ben to get so subby so quickly. You definitely hadn’t anticipated that the night with him would turn into nearly a full day in his bed. But you hadn’t been able to pull yourself away and he seemed reluctant to let you leave. So instead, you’d stayed.

It was only once you were home (and Bianca had stopped grilling you about your new mystery man, since she had no idea you’d seen Ben again), that you were able to actually think about what had happened. There’d been a surprising amount of kissing when you really thought about it. None of it like how it was when he kissed you in the limo – territorial, cornering you so he could claim you or mark you. It was nicer than that. Sweet and soft and a lot of it had happened when he wasn’t inside you which was maybe the most surprising part. Though, really, the whole thing was definitely unexpected.

There’d been breaks for room service meals and at one point you’d dozed off whilst laying against his chest, a movie playing on the TV and his fingers playing with your hair. But most of the time had been spent fucking. A, frankly, ridiculous amount of fucking. In all sorts of positions and places throughout the suite, some of it rough, some soft and sensual, all of it very satisfying. Honestly, you couldn’t help but be a little impressed by Ben – his prowess and stamina. But unfortunately, there was unforeseen consequences too, even a couple of days post marathon fuck session.

You hadn’t planned on telling Ben you probably had a UTI. You’d felt the burning sensation and immediately called your gyno to organise an appointment and on your way home you’d made sure to pick up some cranberry pills and juice to hold you over until then. Ben hadn’t even factored into your thoughts at all except to briefly curse him. And then, out of the blue he’d called. “You free tonight?” “Y’know, typically conversations start with some kind of greeting.” “Hi, Y/N. So are you?” “That depends. What were you planning?” “Well something like the other day preferably. There’s more I want to do to you.” You couldn’t imagine what else he could possibly be thinking of but kept that to yourself in order to tease him a bit, “You must really love being my sub if you’re asking me out again already. Don’t think many girls get invited into your bed a second time and little old nobody me gets a third.” “I just figured since I got you off so much, the least you could do is suck my cock again.” You laughed, “Well if a blowjob is all you want then maybe I’ll consider it, but I’m not really up to uhh penetration.” “Why not? My cock too big for you to handle and now you need a week to recover?” “No, I just think I have a urinary tract infection so sex is off the table until I can get onto some antibiotics.” “Soooo,” he stretched the word out thoughtfully, “I wasn’t too far off. You’re pussy just couldn’t handle all the incredible sex.” You sighed, somewhere between exasperated and amused, “It’s not the quality of the sex and it’s not a comment on your size. It’s just that there was like a lot of sex happening and that led to a very natural transferal of bacteria.” “No don’t ruin this for me. It’s my huge dick and how good a shag I am, you need medication to cope. It’s actually a complement, so thank you.” You snorted and heard Ben laugh too. “But I s’pose that’s a good enough excuse, I’ll let you pay me back some other time. I could probably use a quiet night in anyway.” “A quiet night? What’s that, only going to one club before you’re newest conquest sees the hotel?” “Usually yeah,” he chuckled, “but actually I was thinking of staying home and watching TV. Maybe some video games, don’t know yet.” “Really? You don’t have a model you can call as a plan B?” “Oh, believe me I have them. I guess I just don’t really feel like it tonight.” There was a short pause and then Ben said, “Believe me, no one is as surprised as I am.” You had to laugh, but also said, “Well, sounds like it’ll be fun.” “You could still join me.” “It’s a tempting offer but I probably shouldn’t. A night on your own will do you some good anyway.” “Sure it’s not cause I’m so irresistible? Worried you’ll catch a glimpse of my halfie and beg to suck on it?” “More that I don’t trust you not to talk me into it and I’m still trying to train you to behave.” Ben gave a soft little whimper that he tried to cover with a cough and you smiled, pleased you could still affect him like that.

But just when you thought he was being a little predictable, Ben decided to throw you for a loop. “You are okay though right? “Yeah,” you said, trying not to sound like you were too taken aback, “I’m fine. UTI’s can become serious if ignored but I’m not ignoring it and they’re pretty easy to treat. I’ll just be out of action or a week or two, no biggie. Unfortunately I had agreed to go with Bianca to a cycling class so I’ll probably have to cancel that. She’ll understand though.” “Well then let me pay for that. I mean, I assume there’s a cancellation fee.” “There is but you don’t have to do that.” “Please, Y/N, if there’s one thing I have, it’s money. It’ll be like losing some loose change in the couch. And...I want to help. I did contribute to your situation after all – y'know, big dick, hot lay, we’ve covered that already. I’d be a prick not to help somehow. Is there anything else I can do? Pain relief or, I don’t know, do you need a lift to the appointment? I could send my car for you.” You were thrown entirely off balance by how genuine and sweet and un-dickish Ben sounded, “Um no I think I’m all good. It’s really kind of you to offer though.” “Okay, if you’re sure. But if you need something just let me know. And message me with how much the cancellation costs. And...feel better soon.” “I will, thanks Ben. Umm, talk soon?” “Yeah, definitely.” You were still a little in shock when you hung up, and not at all sure how to break it to Bianca that you might have a crush on the Ben Hardy.

#ben hardy x reader #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy smut #ish #my writing #my fics #🎶someones catching feelings🎶#scheduling this at 11.45pm when i need to be awake by 6am to do some gardening before it gets too hot so i hope i've done it right lmao

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practically-an-x-man · 2 months ago

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TST (sorry it's a little late)

What are some Easter eggs you like to put in your writing? What are some that no one's caught yet?

Ooooh thank you!!

(also no worries, I totally forgot it was Talk Shop Tuesday yesterday too lol)

Oh man, one thing I love is cheekily referencing an actor's other roles in my fics, so there are a lot of these... and most of them get missed, both because they're subtle and because most people aren't human IMDB's like I am XD

Here's some of my favorites:

First off, this one's very blatant, but my IndiHux fic The Working of My Hands is all a running reference to Hozier's De Selby (Part 2) music video... featuring Domhnall Gleeson, who plays Hux. That one's definitely the most obvious, since the title comes from the song and I even mention the music video in the author's notes.

But while we're talking about my Star Wars fics...

“Where did you get this?” she asked, tilting her head in a strangely birdlike gesture. “I-” he stopped himself, finally working his way back towards lucidity, “I found it. Buried in the sand.” “Lie.” “Excuse me?”

There are two references here - one that's more of a literary device, and one that's just a pure reference. The pure reference is her saying "lie." in response to his question, since that's a reference to Ava in Ex Machina. The literary device is that "strangely birdlike gesture", since this character turns out to be Bo-Katan - a member of the Nite Owls.

Next, from Desert Song:

“Little bit.” they said, sounding amused even as the words were punctuated by a series of pained hitches and gasps, “Y’sound like… you’re on a soap opera.” “I do not!” Billy insisted, though he felt a flash of gratitude at the teasing. Humor was good. He knew Quinn well: if they could still find it within themself to rag on him for the littlest things, all was not yet lost. “Yeah. EastEnders.” “Piss off, Q.”

This is one of the most overt outright references to another actor's roles... but it's a very specific role to reference. Ben Hardy (who plays Billy), actually got his start on EastEnders before he made it big in the wider acting scene.

Oh, and you know there are loads of X-Men references in my 6 Underground fics, given the cast includes both Ben Hardy and Ryan Reynolds. In fact, one of my running jokes is that One's real name (unrevealed in the movie) is a reference to one of his X-Men rivals - in Nom De Guerre I name him Logan (like Wolverine), and in Desert Song he's Nathan Christopher (like Cable).

Speaking of X-Men references, here's another one from Desert Song:

She expected a wink, or one of those infuriating half-smirks of his, but his expression was nothing but genuine.

This is a reference to a line Psylocke thinks towards Archangel in Uncanny X-Men #1, 4th series: "give me something... a twitch, a wink, one of those infuriating half-smirks of yours...". I also reference this line in Icarus Drowned!

Then here's one from Heartstrings:

“Django!” he blurted, out of the blue, “You should be Django!” Jasper blinked, abruptly pulled from their thoughts. “I am not naming myself Django. That’s even worse than Hieronymus.”

This is during a lighthearted discussion between Jasper and Kyle after Jasper realizes they never actually picked out a new middle name for themself. Kyle's suggestion here is another X-Men reference, because you know me: Django is Quicksilver's middle name, and Evan Peters plays both Kyle and Quicksilver.

Here's a sneak peak to an upcoming one, with Terra and Pluto...

But he knew he loved her. In one way or another, he was tethered to her. She was the other half of his brain, the only person who seemed to have something beneath those outer layers, the person he’d seek out even if he were on the other side of the world. She’d been lying in the grave since he met her, scrawny and thin and nearly buried alive, and he’d keep scraping away the dirt with his fingers until the day he died if it meant she could breathe. It was all he could do and it was all he wanted to do. Behind his sternum was Terra’s heart. He wanted to keep it there.

This whole fic is filled with references to I Saw the TV Glow, since Justice Smith is one of the leads in that and is my faceclaim for Pluto. Even the title is "My Imaginary Friend Terra", which is a play on a line that's said in the Pink Opaque TV show in the movie (with the character there being Tara, phonetically the same).

Here, there are two main references. The whole "buried alive" imagery is a big reference to the movie, since that drives a lot of the third act plot. And the "behind his sternum was Terra's heart" is a reference to the last scene of the movie, in which Justice Smith's character physically cuts his sternum open with a box cutter and light spills out instead of blood (makes more sense in the context of the movie). I play a lot with language in this piece, and most of the metaphors I dive into are references to the movie.

And a few more, in quick succession

Alex giving Madison a multitool/Swiss Army Knife as a gift in Smoke and Mirrors is a reference to Lucas Till also playing MacGyver

Ophelia and Peter choosing to go see Rent as their promised Broadway show is a reference to Andrew Garfield's role in Tick, Tick, Boom! - Jonathan Larson wrote both shows

There are of course copious Queen references in my 6 Underground and NATM fics, since those movies have actors who played members of the band in Bohemian Rhapsody

I know there are a few Black Mirror references in my IndiHux fics, including two instances where Hux says "be right back" (the title of Domhnall Gleeson's Black Mirror episode) to Indie after she's had heart troubles (once in the main fic and once in Rallentando). It's a common phrase, so I don't know how much of a reference that really is, but it made me chuckle to include

In Symphony in Silver, there's a tense conversation between Peter and Sean that ends with Peter insisting that Sean "Get out. Get. Out." ... which is effectively the only other movie I know Caleb Landry Jones from, lol

What's interesting is that as far as I can think, I haven't actually made those little cross-references between Gia's fics and Terra's fics (even though Hailee Steinfeld plays both love interests there), or Nikoletta's fics and Vivienne's fics (even though David Dastmalchian plays both loves interests there). Not sure why that is, especially when I've seen more than enough of those actors' works to make those references... I guess I just haven't found opportunities to slip in a properly clever, semi-subtle reference like that yet.

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arcielee · 1 year ago

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Let's spread some positivity! Tag some of your fellow content creators here and let them know why they are absolutely amazing!❤️

Okay, so I am relieved because I got two of these anons 💜 This will be some of my HotD favorites and forgive me if anyone slipped my mind. I just love reading the talent that floods my dashboard... and I let this sit in my drafts for fucking weeks because I hated the idea of forgetting someone.

So, just consider this just a few of my favorites, part 1. 😅

Anyway, Read More to save dashboard space!

@sylasthegrim I was obsessed with your work on ao3 and you were so gracious with every inane comment I left on your every chapter, every story posted. Love is a Downfall was one of my first HotD fanfics I read and I was a woman obsessed. Thank you for being so wonderful. 💜

@hamatoanne You are one of my og Tumblr kindred spirits and I have loved every story you have shared with us. Your writing is brilliant and gets better with every new piece you share. You have this brazen fearlessness with your words that I adore, and you are one of the sweetest people I know on this hellsite. 💜

@squirmhoney I just adore you writing style, the palpable tension you create in a one-shot or a series, just the raunchy deliciousness that leaves me clutching my damn pearls. 💜

@lonnson I truly adore your artwork, your writing, and your wit. The gods have truly favored you with your apparent talent (but also us, since you are so kind to share with us your writing and art) and I feel lucky to call you a Tumblr kindred spirit. 💜

@myfandomprompts Your humor has me cackling like a loon. I love your stories, your gifs, your random posts that have me a grinning fool. I love getting glimpses for whatever will come next, just blessing my eyeballs with your brilliance. 💜

@theoneeyedprince I love your prose and your pacing to create a narrative that allows me to just disappear from the real world. Your Aemond is just perfection and you are a gem. 💜

@inthedayswhenlandswerefew Maggie's Suffering Sundays are one of my favorite things. Your story telling has made me into a lifelong fan and I will literally read anything that you create. (Case and point, me in my Ben Hardy era.) 💜

@theromanticegoist Your talent, your prose literally breathes life into me. You have a flow to your words that reads like a dream and every piece posted is my comfort fic. Thank you. 💜

@myfandomprompts Your creations, your stories are some of my favorite. I know your talent is not limited to HotD (thank the gods) but you are just so truly wonderful and it must be said. 💜

@barbieaemond Your creations, from gifs to stories, are some of my favorites on this hellsite. I adore your brilliant brain and everything that comes from it. Your humor and wit have me cackling maniacally and I don't give a damn who hears it. 😂💜

@chattylurker Your reblogs bring me to life and your tags have everything so organized. You are a true gem in this fandom. 💜

Some of my favorite writers include: @aemonds-fire @evermorre @solisarium @sapphire-writes @namelesslosers @hightowhxre @lovelykhaleesiii @fan-goddess @dreamsofoldvalyria@dcmnatio @st-eve-barnes @lauraneedstochill @fairysluna @humanpurposes @farity @jacevelaryonswife @marthawrites @devthlyangels @zae5

Those whose art takes my breath away @cyeco13 @slytherincursebreaker @bluecoffeebeanz @paintb0x @anamiguelmendes @azperja (but their writing is also just as brilliant!)

#☆ arcie's fic recs #i love my talented tumblr kindred spirits

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exilynn · 3 hours ago

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title: 𝕰𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖊𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖘

synopsis:

"They say that the legend of Nocteris echoes only in the hearts destined to meet. But what if this echo is so strong that it transcends time and memory?"

Love never made sense to Eddie Munson.

With a cynical view and a shielded heart, he believed that fate was always against him. Until a girl came into his life, and everything changed.

He rolled a 2 and saw her for the first time, laughing with her friends while he played with his band.

He rolled a 5 and, that night without rules, she gave him a glimpse of something deeper in the night.

He rolled a 7 and showered her with compliments at graduation, and for the first time, he saw her beyond the idealized girl – she had something much deeper.

He rolled a 10 and, while she was going through her own inner struggles, he found himself wanting to protect her, but not knowing how.

He rolled a 12 and, after a night full of laughter and confessions, he realized that she was changing his view of love.

He rolled a 15 and, even when everything seemed confused, their hearts were more connected by the echo of feelings.

And when he rolled a 20, he knew that love was never a game, and that he had won the lottery of love, but had no idea, until it happened. The bat of Love bit your soul, and nothing would be the same again.

♥ format: longfic; canon divergence, headcanon's

Characters:

♥ pairing: modern eddie munson x fem oc( self insertion)

♥ warning:

Eddie Munson/Original Female Character(s), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst, Slow Burn, Sexual Tension, Drug Use, Childhood Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Sadness/Grief, Childhood Friends, Original Character(s), Bullying, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, Protective Eddie Munson, Background Hellfire Club (Stranger Things), Basketball Eddie Munson, Explicit Sexual Content, Eddie Munson has a Crush on Quinn Josephine, So many references 80's time, Eddie Munson Has a Sister, Eddie Munson moms Headcanon, Past Jason Carver/Eddie Munson, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Antonella Munson, Corroded Coffin Concert (Stranger Things), Minor Eddie Munson/Original Character(s), Adopted Sibling Relationship, Quinn Josephine has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Loss of Virginity, Good Friend Dustin Henderson, A rewrite of Stranger Things for Eddie Non-canon Love Circle, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Protective Parent Jim "Chief" Hopper, Denial of Feelings, Good Friend Eddie Munson, Character Death, Smoking, Eddie Munson Lives, Blow Jobs, Eddie Munson is an ABBA Fan, Eddie Munson is Whipped, Eddie is a simp but just for Quinn, Eddie Munson has Golden Retriever Energy, Eddie Munson Has a Praise Kink, Eddie Munson Has a Daddy Kink, Eddie Munson Has a Breeding Kink, Degradation Kink, Sexual Overstimulation, Eddie Munson is an Rob Zombie Fan

— Note; If you're interested, comment, don't be ashamed to support a writer <3

Good reading! 🫦♥️

4. Howling Prom

Eddie Munson

—" If you get thrown out of a Chevrolet, what do you get? A broken leg? A rib?"

That’s what I think about, almost obsessively. My sister watches me, suspecting we’ll never be a united family again.

Resentments are heavy. I can’t live as a creature of the shadows anymore, brooding over the darkness my father left in me.

— This isn’t what I expected from you... One moment you hate him, the next you still like the old man? — Nelly insists.

— I’m not a fan of forcing situations. It gets tiring feeding resentment, coldness... I’ve been surviving hell since I was a teenager. Almost an era of condemnations.

— I hate the divorce too, but we’re not the saviors of their relationship, Eddie!

She’s not wrong. I still have a little bit of that poison in my veins.

— We took too long to realize that Mom loves the old capitalist. I don’t want to live in the darkness of resentment anymore. Got it? — I spit the words out, not angry now.

I think the problem is us. There’s a bitter gulp of escapism in that. We’re immortal creatures trapped in our own human stupidity.

— I think happy days can come back for the Munsons. I was happy with Wayne. Maybe the darkness of the family has passed... — I declare.

— Since when did you get so emotional? — Nelly raises an eyebrow.

— Thank the girl from Howling, the savior of creatures from the dark.

I love being saved by that girl I’ve waited for since my birth on this green and blue pile called planet Earth.

— Nice to see changes, but I’ll call her the healer, okay? — she comments, without mockery.

— Call her Miss Munson. Can I already plan my nerdy wedding?

— Or should I call her the mother of your hobbit-footed elves? — She laughs, referencing The Hobbit.

I smile, but soon I notice her serious gaze. The question she’s not asking: Do I distrust her, or do I trust she only wants what's best for me?

My mind almost short-circuits. Mental breakdown or metal breakdown? Obviously, I’m the son of heavy metal.

I don’t see Antonella like that, even though she hurt me, gave me a childhood trauma. Deep down, she cares.

— I kindly ask that you don’t fool a time traveler. You don’t need to worry about my failed love affairs.

— Really? Let me remind you that you loved Quinn when she said that hi at the Howling playground.

— Here you go again, talking about Quinn. What’s the obsession?

— I don’t know, Eddie... I think you need a bucket of cold water. Wake up!

— No. I am the law of my own life.

She looks at me seriously.

— Put on some music, so we can banish this damn melancholy. — I suggest.

The balance is restored when we talk about music. I listen to Anthrax, Maiden... she listens to Deftones.

— Do you still have that Maiden CD I gave you?

— It was you? I thought it was Wayne!

My life has been a lie. I never imagined Antonella gave it to me.

— Why don’t you go back to Uncle Wayne, since you like the country guy so much? — she shoots, jealous.

— Do you like my company, sis?

She laughs, denying the jealousy.

— It’s normal to feel that way when someone takes your place as a sister...

— But Wayne didn’t take it. You’re useful, Nelly.

— Useful? What a lovely compliment... — she rolls her eyes.

— At least you don’t think I’m an idiot. Most people see me as a weird, futureless metalhead.

— Oh, I think you’re a useful idiot, little bro.

I decide to drop the emotions and enjoy Strange World by Iron Maiden while Nelly drives.

— What if there was an all-female Maiden? Wouldn’t it be cool to see girls playing guitar? Like Babymetal?

I’m surprised. She’s not mocking my favorite band.

— What the hell is this? If you want something bold, rewind the tape and look better.

She laughs and rolls her eyes.

The melody of Halcyon and On and On guides me into a relaxing state, until Can’t Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon starts.

— This song takes me back. As if the memories chase me, no matter where I go... — I murmur, closing my eyes.

— The heart beats violently, as if it’s being hit. Doesn’t it?

Nelly opens the sunroof, revealing the stars.

— Why do I wait for Quinn, if she abandoned me, like our father?

My sister has no answer, but fate shuffles the cards.

— Every story has two sides: the truth and each person’s version. Don’t hate the girl without knowing the truth, Eddie.

I shake my head, expressionless.

Maybe it’s not so terrible to give the past another chance.

Nelly disapproves, but I don’t say anything.

I know Lily affects me, but Quinn... Quinn was my watercolor.

And before her, blue was just another color. Now, it’s no longer pain. Now, it’s love.

— I don’t know what else to say without starting a fight with you, Eddie...

Nelly laments, banging her head on the steering wheel. Before she hurts herself, I hold her shoulder and mutter:

— Fine, your melodramatic show encouraged me.

She stares at me, unbelieving, until a strange smile appears on her face.

— Oh, already? Did you get eaten by the courage dragon?

Surprised by how much I helped, she watches me like she hasn’t done anything special.

— Any trigger can be the fatal shot, Nelly.

I take a sip of hope and make a bullet-shattering sound as it hits the target.

•••

We arrive at Linda’s house. I get out of the car and wait for someone to appear. Nothing. I ring the doorbell. Silence.

Consumed by impatience, I start throwing rocks at the window, looking like one of those 50s romance movies.

Normally, giving up isn’t an option. But this time, there’s no choice.

I signal to Nelly that the house is empty. The lights off confirm my frustration. I kick a few stones on the way back and sink into the seat, feeling the rage grow.

— Setbacks happen, Eddie. She might’ve been late and will meet you there...

— PUT THE PEDAL TO THE METAL! — I rant, frustrated.

I shift from calm to irritated as I open the car door.

— Try breaking my door and I’ll crush you, little bro! — she growls, impatient. Now we’re even.

Even though I accept I’ve been stood up, a voice hammers in my head: What if something happened to Lily?

---

We head to the graduation hall, the silence weighing heavily until Nelly decides to break it:

— Oh, stop whining for once in your life. Face it as a challenge!

— Sure, they want Jason. No one looks at Eddie, the weirdo... — I gesture air quotes, but she can’t take my drama.

— Keep feeling sorry for yourself, but what if... Quinn came back to town? Don’t waste time being the weirdo they want. Be the outlaw rocker!

— Damn, that was surgical! — My legs tremble with anxiety.

— I might not be good at giving advice, but I listen to you like I’m your friend.

— Siblings can’t be intimate friends...

— Eddie, are you mad? — She notices the change in my tone.

— No, Antonella.

— Call me Nelly? I hate fighting with you...

I stay quiet. Since I can remember, lying has become a bad habit.

She notices and changes the subject. Too smart to insist where she doesn’t want to go.

— I want to be the hostess at your graduation, since our mom can’t come. Be your mom for a night.

— Stop trying to bring positivity, or I’ll throw you out.

I tell the truth, and she pouts, upset.

— Are you going to kick me out of my own car?

— Fuck it, I don’t care.

I cross my arms and pretend to be indifferent.

I close my eyes and picture Linda Hansol’s smile. No matter how pissed I am at her lack of commitment to me... the girl is still my refuge in such an idiotic world.

— Let’s go in. — I adjust the wings of my costume, which got a little wrinkled.

I get out of the car before the courage that "kissed" me runs away.

This time, I won’t run.

At school, I was always cast as the rebel who avoided feelings. Maybe because I preferred throwing myself into extracurricular activities — the ones that had nothing to do with school. Like the Hellfire Club.

The student council was never of interest to me. It lacked substance. At Howling High, like any other school, no one seemed to care if girls were harassed by Carver's gang or if the boys' bathroom was disgusting.

Nelly and I walk toward the entrance of the hall. I’m anxious, impatient, and have no patience for conversations about feelings.

She looks at her watch and sarcastically says:

— What’s the rush? The girl’s not going to run off to the hills. Or is she, Eddie?

— Got the urge to pee.

— You should’ve gone before you got here. Now you're gonna commit the crime of peeing in front of your crush! — She lightly pushes me, laughing.

I make a face.

— Shouldn’t a stoner see nature as their habitat?

— Just because I used to smoke weed doesn’t mean I’m a forest nomad!

I shrug.

— Damn, this costume’s squeezing my balls... or what’s left of them.

She laughs, mocking.

— Intimacy is a bitch. — I roll my eyes.

Inside the hall, we find an empty spot, but my priority is the bathroom. I rush out, not paying attention.

In the heat of the moment, I walk straight in... and only realize the mistake when I see a girl standing in front of me, staring at me in shock.

— Excuse me? — She blinks, clearly surprised and uncomfortable. — I think you’re in the wrong bathroom.

Shit.

— Oh, shit, shit, shit... — I scold myself aloud, lightly hitting my head.

— Are you friends with Carver?

Her voice carries a hint of fear and surprise.

I freeze.

That voice... so familiar.

My mind spins as I try to remember where I know her from. But, stuck in this pathetic situation, my ability to think goes down the drain.

Unable to say anything that won’t make the mess worse, I leave the bathroom, pretending nothing happened.

The voice keeps echoing in my head like a scratched record.

But I don’t have time to get lost in that. Lily should have arrived by now.

I need to focus on what really matters.

Except, no matter how hard I try to leave the incident behind, that voice keeps haunting me.

And I can’t stand blank mysteries.

Outside, the rain falls heavily, thunder splits the sky, and the weather is definitely not playing around.

Inside the hall, however, no one seems to care. A group of graduates fights against the wind to get inside, and I make my way to Nelly before she finds me first. She’s excited, something rare to see.

— Hey, long-haired guy, I found you! — She smiles, analyzing me behind her glasses.

— Hey... — I try to sound normal, but my hands tremble.

— What did you do? — Nelly crosses her arms, looking at me suspiciously.

— Is everything I do wrong now? — I respond automatically, but my conscience falters.

— I don’t know... why that look of horror?

I take a deep breath.

— Okay... I... accidentally walked into the girls' bathroom.

She widens her eyes for a second before bursting into laughter, attracting looks. Great, exactly what I needed.

— Are you blind or just an idiot?

— I got the female sanctuary wrong, okay?

— What’s with that word, Eddie? — She makes a face, amused.

The hall is packed, about eight hundred people squeezed inside. Frankly, crowds were never my thing. My social battery runs out too quickly, and most of these people are just extras in my life.

After all, I’m always judged for being the "metal kid," as if my style says everything about me. But I’ve learned that fear is an untamable lion — and I try to tame that beast every day. The problem is that, deep down, I’m more of a hungry tiger than a tamer.

---

I make an effort to find her in the crowd, hoping she's just lost somewhere. Maybe it's the side effects of quitting drugs and falling for someone who gave up on truly getting to know me.

During this internal conflict, I spot Jamie and the guys from a distance.

I don't know if I feel betrayed, happy, or if I want to punch them, especially Jamie, who didn’t even show up to the party.

— Eddie! We’re over here! — Stiles yells, waving.

I approach. Jamie is dressed as Dracula. Stiles, as always, looks like he stepped out of a drag queen show. Takamori is wearing something typically Japanese.

— I told you Eddie would get a decent outfit! — Jamie pulls one of the wings of my costume. — Do these things fit you?

I roll my eyes.

— Are the old ladies fighting again? — Stiles laughs.

— Why didn’t God bring back the dinosaurs? — I mutter.

— You never take anything lightly, Munson.

— Oh, go screw yourself, Jamie.

He pushes me, laughing.

— I’m not a baby anymore, you know? And you guys don’t know the news.

— What news?

— It was just a one-night thing... — I shrug.

— Who was the lucky one? — they ask in unison.

— Does it matter?

They exchange weird looks.

— I thought you were inexperienced, Munson — Stiles teases.

— What did you expect? My uncle always kissed different “friends.”

— And who are you to judge then? — Jamie raises an eyebrow.

I sigh, not wanting to get into that debate.

— I’m not proud of it, but it was with Wayne’s girlfriend’s daughter. Annie, her name. I was thirteen.

— How old was she? — Stiles narrows his eyes.

— I don’t know... didn’t look underage.

— And you didn’t fall in love?

I let out a short laugh.

— Damn, Stiles, who falls in love with a finger?

— But don’t you like Quinn?

My expression hardens for a second before I let out another humorless laugh.

— She left. Am I supposed to stop my life for that?

Jamie shakes his head, dissatisfied.

— Would you give Annie a chance... today?

— If she wanted something, I’d tell her there’s no room in my heart.

— You’re so dumb, Munson. You could’ve been with the girl today, but you’re a coward.

— Women don’t like fighting men, right?

Takamori watches me silently before casually commenting:

— Why is the rocker acting different?

I ask myself the same thing.

— What planet are you guys living on? Eddie is the biggest perv in the group, he just hides it behind chivalry and a saintly face! — Jamie exclaims.

— I may be naughty, but I’m not the worst example of a man in Hellfire. — I retort, rolling my eyes.

For a second, I thought we were going to roll around the hall, almost killing each other, but something in the energy of the moment changed.

— At least I didn’t come dressed as a child! — Jamie taunts.

— Stick a firecracker up your ass and fly back to your mom, that planet Jupiter! — Nelly interjects.

— Chill, Antonella. His mom is cool... — I mumble under my breath.

— How embarrassing, be men! — Jamie tries to assert himself.

— “Be men?” — I repeat, feeling the urge to punch him grow. — The only one who needs to grow up here is you, Jamie. You’re a waste of a condom!

He smiles mockingly.

— And you, a failed copy of Alanfiero Munson.

My stomach churns. I’m not my father. What he did has nothing to do with me. I’m not an extension of his past, and I never will be. On the contrary, I’m a rough diamond — I just need to be polished.

They judge me for not knowing how to socialize with girls. They want sincere conversations, to feel cared for, protected. And me? I’m a walking disaster, incapable of offering anything solid.

“Love a woman’s imperfections, and she will love you in a way that will immortalize you for millennia.”

— The reality is that Jamie’s jealous because someone stole the spotlight tonight... And it was Eddie! — Stiles drops the bomb.

Jamie puffs up his chest.

— I’m the hottest guy in Howling! At least my crazy ex doesn’t stalk me like I’m a puppet.

I feel a strange relief for everything that went wrong before. If it weren’t for the betrayal, the breakup... I never would’ve met Linda Hansol. I never would’ve met Lily.

Oh, you could be mine. And you’d never cry over men who don’t know how to love a woman properly...

---

And no matter how long it takes to finish this book called Lily Hansol — I would devour every page as if it were a Tolkien masterpiece.

People are poems, they shouldn’t be read at the speed of light. But when I look at her, I see the most beautiful work ever written.

Lily stole every beat of my heart. Meeting her ignited the same fire I felt when reading The Fellowship of the Ring on a rainy afternoon.

That book captivated me as I plunged into the deepest waters of Elvish knowledge.

Today, I seek someone who loves my hurricanes, my wild, high tides. Someone to whom I can give the same love.

I want someone who isn’t afraid of chaos and will fight by my side. Not someone who packs their bags when my soul thunders. I am selfish when I love.

— The kind of man women love are vampires. — Jamie winks at Antonella, and my blood boils.

— Like you, soul suckers? — I ironize, making it clear what I think of the future union I’m already predicting.

— Sometimes you're an idiot, but... is your father called Zeus? — My sister sounds hypnotized by the blonde.

— Sorry, baby, but I skipped classes in... — Jamie frowns, trying to remember.

— Philosophy, idiot! — I cut in, clearing my throat.

Antonella doesn’t make it easier either. She must’ve smoked the joints I hid. I don’t know what’s more embarrassing: the sexual tension they pretend doesn’t exist or Nelly already electing Jamie as the future Munson.

I miss smoking. It was my escape to survive the damn adolescence. But if I stay away from drugs, maybe I won’t want to die before twenty-seven — the infamous dark age in the world of rock.

Hard to believe, but I’ve never watched the moonlight with my hands on someone. Outside of Hellfire Club, I’m just a guy wondering if aliens exist or what darker secrets this earthly ball hides... instead of worrying about this love thing.

— Eddie, there’s a girl on the dance floor. — Nelly nudges me, alert.

— I’m not going over there. She ditched the dance... — I point with my eyes, discreet.

— Idiot, go talk to the girl! — She practically pushes me.

— You think so? — I ask, trying to make sure it’s not a joke.

Eddie is far away. His mind wanders to the dance floor, where the lights flash in a colorful show.

Among familiar and unfamiliar faces, he sees her—Lily, the girl his sister pointed out. Could she really be his possible match?

The lights reflect off her red locks, her radiant expression. Every move she makes seems like an invitation, a celebration of friendship or something beginning to bloom. Eddie can’t look away. The world around him blurs, and only she stays in focus, illuminated by a rainbow of emotions.

Lily’s eyes shine, capturing the light almost magically. Eddie feels a tightness in his chest—nostalgia, yearning. The music vibrates, contrasting with the whirlwind of emotions he tries to contain.

He moves closer, positioning himself beside her, not sure how to start a conversation. After a few seconds of hesitation, he leans against the railing and casually says:

— Nice dress...

— You scared me, Eddie! — Lily turns around, surprise written on her face before breaking into a smile.

He stays there, watching her with a somewhat uncertain look.

— I thought you ditched the dance with me. — He rubs his neck nervously.

— I was going to meet you at home, but my dad wanted to bring me... — She makes an apologetic face.

— What matters is that you came. I thought it was going to be boring, but it’s not that bad.

— It’s well decorated. — She looks around.

— Do you like fluorescent things?

— They’re cool. — She watches him. — And you came as...?

Eddie smiles.

— Kas, from Dungeons & Dragons.

— Huh... I thought you’d come as a vampire.

— And you? Something literary, I imagine.

— Lily Munster, from The Munsters, 1964! — She twirls slightly to show off her dress.

— And here I am, dressed as an RPG demon, while you went all gothic... — He laughs.

Lily furrows her brow.

— Kas, huh? Not every day you see someone dress up as him.

— Exactly.

She looks at him for a moment, then narrows her eyes.

— Eddie, your bow tie...

He follows her gaze, confused.

— Is it crooked?

Lily steps closer with careful steps.

— You tied it wrong. Wait a sec.

Eddie smiles, convinced.

— Look at you, trying to fix it just so you can breathe my air, huh?

She makes a face.

— Stop being silly.

Lily undoes the knot and fixes it properly. He watches her closely, enchanted by her concentration on the task.

— See? You even offered to fix me...

She rolls her eyes, but there’s a playful glint in them.

— What happened to the Eddie who spent some time with me?

His smile fades a little.

— I just want a chance to show you who I really am.

Lily studies his face for a moment, then smiles.

— You going to show me your layers today, Munson?

— I’ll show you the best of me.

She nods, and he raises an eyebrow.

— Oh, so you don’t want me to ditch the playful guy?

Lily laughs softly, looking away.

— Shall we sit down? It’s kind of cold...

— I saw a free table over there in the corner. Want to come with me?

He extends his hand, and she takes it. Eddie makes his way through the crowd, arriving at the table far from the dance floor. He pulls out a chair for her like a gentleman. When they’re both seated, he crosses his arms on the table and looks at her directly.

— Don’t let anything convince you to give up on us.

— What, rocker? — She winks, carefree.

He leans in a little closer.

— I don’t like dancing, but... I’d like to take you to the dance floor.

Lily raises an eyebrow.

— Just stand up and come with me.

— What song’s playing?

Eddie looks at the dance floor and makes a face.

— Some generic song...

Lily listens carefully and smiles.

— Oh, it’s REO Speedwagon!

— Really? — He blinks, surprised.

— Can't Fight This Feeling. — She stands up. — Alright, want to dance with me?

Eddie is speechless for a moment. Then, he smiles, taking her hand.

He leads her to the dance floor, trying to appear confident. As soon as he finds a free space, he turns to her, placing his hands on her waist.

— Hold me like you did when we kissed in the clearing? — Lily asks, getting closer.

Eddie swallows hard, his hands settling on her waist more firmly. His heart races. The closeness is overwhelming.

They move to the rhythm of the music, bodies pressed together.

— I don’t want to step on your foot. — He murmurs, uncertain.

Lily laughs, her eyes sparkling.

— You’re holding me. There’s no way.

He breathes deeply, taking in every detail of the moment.

— Can you focus on the music?

She hesitates.

— I don’t know if I can, Eddie.

He looks at her, serious.

— Relax. You’re safe with me. Just relax... and let me guide you.

Her eyes meet his. And for a moment, everything around them disappears.

---

Being so close, they feel each other’s warmth. Eddie places his hand on her waist and pulls her closer, while the other slides over the flushed face of the redhead. The slow music fills the air. He feels an uncontrollable urge to kiss her.

He moves even closer, their noses brushing, sharing the same breath.

Lily’s eyes waver, trying to focus on the steps, guided by his movements. Eddie keeps her close, feeling the heat of her skin against his. His fingers glide through her soft red hair. His gaze locks on her lips.

— Is everything okay? — he murmurs, his voice full of curiosity and a hint of concern.

— A little nervous. — She confesses, meeting his gaze with her amber eyes.

— No one is a dance master... Stay with me, follow my lead. — He whispers, but his eyes remain fixed on her lips.

Eddie holds Lily’s hand firmly, gently guiding her to the rhythm of the music. He watches every movement she makes, captivated by the grace she exudes, like an elf lost on Earth.

Lily, shy, looks away to the other graduates dancing around, trying to avoid his gaze.

— Hey, did I do something? — he asks, unsure, pulling her closer.

She gives a small smile, still not looking at him.

— No, you didn’t do anything. I’m just... hot and happy. — she murmurs, a bit emotional.

Eddie feels a familiar warmth growing inside him.

— Me too... and hot. — he says softly, near her ear.

The rocker can’t hold back. He moves closer, his lips grazing hers. Lily holds her breath.

— I... want to kiss you again. — he whispers, his lips slightly parted, absorbing the sensation of having her in his arms, fighting the overwhelming desire to lose himself in her.

The slow music sets the perfect scene. Eddie presses his forehead to hers, sliding his hands down her waist to her back, feeling the softness of the fabric against his fingers.

When the music ends, he pulls back slightly, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. In a quick movement, he lifts Lily off the floor, holding her firmly in a final dance pose.

— So? Impressed with the dungeon master? — he teases, flashing a satisfied smile at her surprised expression.

— Quite...

— That’s how you end a dance with style. Forget the old movies, come adventure with the master. — His seductive tone makes Lily laugh softly.

They leave the dance floor, Eddie keeping his hand on her waist. When they reach the table, he sits down and, without hesitation, pulls her onto his lap, adjusting her comfortably.

He slides his fingers along her arm, feeling the shivers he causes.

— Got a fetish for my arm, Munson? — Lily teases, laughing.

Eddie blushes, trying to explain himself.

— It’s not exactly a fetish... — he murmurs, a little embarrassed. — I... like touching you.

She swallows hard.

— You change moods fast, huh? You’re usually more talkative.

— You annoy me and make me laugh. — he replies, looking away.

— Maybe you just tired of you.

— Oh, why?

— My lame jokes... that must be it.

Lily sighs.

— No, I’m just tense. They are cool, I like their vibe!

— Dances are tiring... — Eddie agrees, watching her with affection. — But, be honest... are you nervous?

She hesitates before answering, her voice trembling.

— Well... you all handsome next to me doesn’t help.

Eddie blinks, surprised.

— Oh... am I handsome?

— No. You look like Godzilla!

He laughs and suddenly buries his face in her hair.

— Hm... I think I’m addicted to your scent.

— My hair? — Lily stammers, looking at the red and colored locks.

Eddie twirls a strand between his fingers, thoughtful.

— Yeah... it’s beautiful. Always thought it had a caramel tone.

---

— Like ice cream... Neapolitan? — She smiles.

Eddie slides his fingers through the shades of her hair, growing more addicted to touching her.

— I love Neapolitan ice cream. — He teases, pressing his lips together.

— That’s weird and cute. — Her voice comes out a little choked.

— You mean... I’m going to devour you? — His teasing hits Lily’s buttons.

— Hey, Eddie! — She changes her tone, surprising him.

He laughs, letting her hair fall freely in the air.

— What if I don’t stop, redhead? Don’t you like when I tease you until you turn red?

— You know how to push my buttons. This isn’t funny!

— In my head, we almost did what we shouldn’t. Not that I’m proud of it, but... — He lowers his voice. — Come here.

Eddie pulls her by the arm, making her stand. She ends up sitting on his lap.

— What are you doing? They’re going to see us... — Lily turns her face, watching the other graduates dancing.

Eddie, however, doesn’t care. His focus is on her.

— Let them see. — His eyes shine with a daring challenge. — Because you haven’t left my mind since last night.

— Think of me with pigtails and stop with those shameless thoughts! — She tries to hide a smile but fails miserably.

— Pigtails? Cruel... but I’ll try. — He closes his eyes, pretending to concentrate. But his mind keeps taking him back to the kiss they shared. He bites his lower lip, trying to push the memories away.

Lily notices and pulls away, crossing her arms.

— Alright. Shall we order cocktails without... alcohol?

— Okay, non-alcoholic cocktails. — Eddie repeats, trying to push away imagining her in his bed.

The waiter approaches with the menu. Eddie scans the options.

— Hmm, a virgin mojito.

He looks at her, waiting for her choice.

— What the hell kind of drink is that, Eddie? — She furrows her brow.

He laughs.

— A non-alcoholic version of a mojito, my angel. Green juice with little sugar, lime, mint, and soda.

— Interesting... But it has a terrible name.

He looks at the waiter.

— Two virgin mojitos, please.

Silence settles, despite the chatter at the other tables. Eddie decides to break it.

— So, what else does the nerd have to talk about?

Lily nudges him lightly.

— Wanna know more about Dungeons & Dragons?

— Not the time... But I’m still learning. I even made a homemade master’s shield.

Eddie’s eyes light up.

— Need someone to guide you? I’m your guy...

— My guy? — She raises an eyebrow, not hiding her interest but keeping a clear boundary.

— You just don’t know it yet. — He leans in closer. — I can be your gamer master, your backup...

— Let’s make one thing clear? If you want, I’m already in your hands... I might not be a genie, but I grant wishes, baby.

He takes her hand.

— Oh, really?

— Want a new awesome weapon, an incredible monster, an epic story? Just ask.

His fingers slide through her hair and then down her lips. Lily falls silent, lost in her thoughts.

— Hey, what about... a guy type?

She looks away.

— I like playful guys, not too serious. longhair... sassy smile....

Eddie’s smile fades. He thinks about her type, that maybe he was or wasn't your type... And then about Quinn. He takes a deep breath, pushing the insecurity aside.

— Thanks for inviting me to the dance, Eddie. You pull me out of my hell. No one else can handle me...

He squeezes her hand.

The moment inside the van hits him hard. It was perfect. Unforgettable.

— I’m glad I banished some of your hell. After all, we’re friends, right?

— But I think we’d better not go into details... You were so hot kissing in my van..

He leans in, whispering.

— Don’t say the rest! — Lily shakes her head, laughing.

---

— Don’t worry, I’ll store this moment in the Area 51 of my brain, where only I can access it.

— Area 51? — Lily laughs, giving his shoulder a light shove.

— Yep, a dark place... — Eddie makes a scary face.

— I thought we stored memories in the prefrontal cortex. — She crosses her arms, tilting her head as if analyzing him.

— Look at you, more of a nerd than me. Since when do you work at NASA? — He raises his eyebrows, waiting for her reaction.

— Are you crazy? — Lily widens her eyes, pretending to be scared.

— You wanna go to Area 51, huh? — Eddie leans in a little closer. — Together, we can keep all the secrets safe, and as a bonus, you get a VIP pass to my room again...

— Enough with the pick-up lines. — She rolls her eyes but smiles. — Hey, nerd, wanna have an intellectual duel?

— We have a problem. I’m a nerd too! Fine, let’s go. You start.

— What’s the capital of France?

Lily furrows her brow, thinking.

— Italy? No, wait... Paris! — She guesses, immediately pouting adorably after realizing her hesitation.

Eddie resists the urge to kiss her.

— What a mess, Lily! Do you always confuse capitals?

He clears his throat and throws out another challenge:

— Who was the first president of the United States?

Lily furrows her brow, scrunching her nose.

— Bush? Clinton? Oh, you’re messing with me, asking me that. I don’t remember!

— Clinton? — Eddie laughs. — Try again.

— Can you give me a hint?

— Uh... He was president during the Revolutionary War.

— Wow, great hint. Hm... George Washington?

— That’s it, girl! — He raises his arms in celebration.

Lily raises an eyebrow.

— Alright, know-it-all. And who was the first president of Brazil?

— Easy! It was Dom Pedro I, right? He proclaimed independence in 1822.

— Wrong, Munson! It was in 1894, and his name was Deodoro da Fonseca.

— Huh? — Eddie looks confused, but then he gets distracted by the sparkle in her eyes.

— One more. Who was the first emperor of Brazil?

Eddie scratches his beard, thinking.

— Dom Pedro I? No, wait... Dom Pedro II!

— Oh, no, decide!

— Fine, Dom Pedro II.

— Wrong again! It was Dom Pedro I.

— Damn...

Lily laughs at his frustration.

— Your turn, Munson. What’s the largest land animal in the world?

— The largest animal? You! — Lily retorts.

Eddie laughs loudly.

— Very funny. But no, try again.

— Hippopotamus?

— No, but you were close.

— It’s bigger than your head, so it counts! — Lily teases.

— Funny. Go on, try again.

— Elephant!

— Finally! One point for you. Now, an easy one: in which movie do they say "May the force be with you"?

— Star Wars!

— That’s right! You can do the Chewbacca scream now.

— You’re the Chewbacca here, Munson, with that hair!

— If I’m Chewbacca, you’re Princess Leia.

— Stop messing with my head with compliments! Now it’s my turn... Which movie did Mike Myers play a cat?

Eddie thinks.

— The Cat?!

— I give up. It’s a tie. But, thinking about it, you got more wrong than I did.

— We’ll settle this later.

He runs a hand through his hair, laughing, but his gaze shifts to Steve Harrington, who is crossing the hall. Eddie feels his fingers tense. He knew the danger the King of the Baskets represented. He’d always felt like he could never compete, but with Lily by his side, he felt invincible.

---

— Look, Harrington with his pompadour... He’s coming. — Eddie nods his head, the insecurity starting to take root.

— Who? Where? — Lily scans the room with her eyes.

— Don’t you see him? — He leans in, his warm breath brushing her ear as he indicates the direction.

The redhead finally spots him.

— Oh, now I see.

Eddie watches her expression, recalling Steve's warning about not losing Lily to him.

— What if I invited him to hang out with us? — The question sounds casual, but his eyes betray a flash of discomfort.

— Oh, you want to invite Steve? Fine, redhead. — He tries to sound nonchalant, battling against his insecurity.

— He looks so handsome... — Lily’s voice has a genuine tone, almost defensive.

Eddie furrows his brow.

— Hey, do you two have something going on? — His voice comes out rough, revealing a fraction of the vulnerability he’s trying to hide.

— No. He liked me before, but maybe now he’s not trying anything... — Lily hesitates, her eyes searching his.

Eddie takes a deep breath, his hands tightening slightly.

— I don’t know what happened between you two, but I’ve never seen anyone look at you like he does. I mean, he’s talking to that girl, but... — He lets the sentence hang, watching Lily pick up on his concern.

— But Steve isn’t my guy. You know that, right, Edd? — She touches his arm, her fingers tracing circles on the sleeve of his jacket.

He smiles, crooked but genuine.

— I just want you to know that you don’t have to hide anything from me. If he’s just a friend, that’s fine. I trust you.

— Don’t talk like I want to spend the dance with him. I have another guy, I’ve told you that.

— Although I want you, I can understand if I’m not your favorite... — As sincere as it was, a part of him ached when he said this. He squeezes Lily's hand.

— Steve is an ex-friend. If he talks to me today, I won’t be rude, but I won’t engage much either. — She murmurs, fixing her gaze on his.

— So there’s nothing between you two? — The question comes softly, laden with meaning.

Lily smiles.

— You could still be the guy I’d take to the altar.

Eddie laughs, surprised by the reversal.

— You’re terrible, Hansol. You’ve flipped the roles. — He messes with her hair.

— Maybe, you’re the only place where I feel at peace. — Lily sighs, touching his face.

— My pick-up lines may not be great, but I’m willing to steal your soul and your heart tonight. — Eddie holds her chin, his voice thick with jealousy.

— Are you jealous, Eddie Munson? — The question rekindles the fire within him.

— I’m not in love just because we kissed. I already knew you from other times, and I never forgot you for a second. I woke up thinking about talking to you, but because I couldn’t, I stayed away... — He slides his fingers down her cheek.

— Oh, don’t open your heart... What if I have a knife? A sword? — She teases, her eyes gleaming with provocation.

— It doesn’t matter. It’s worth the risk, if it’s to win the heart of my former crush. — His finger glides over Lily's flushed face.

— And if I break your heart, Eddie?

— Your fight against the dragons in your mind doesn’t have to be solitary. I’m here. I’ve always been. But I won’t force anything. — He murmurs, closer to her.

— After graduation, if you want to invite me to Corroded Coffin’s shows, I’ll accept.

— The queen of Howling at my show? You’d go to the small ones, like... at the Hideout?

— I wouldn’t be there when they were famous, but when it was still grassroots.

Eddie grins, excited.

— I swear to God, I’ll do anything if you go to one of my band’s shows. I’ll give you gifts.

— No need. I already have the Hellfire chain. Going to the Hideout, I don’t want a gift. The best gift would be seeing the band’s frontman.

He stares at her, surprised.

— Man, I want this dance to end. And tomorrow, I want to pick you up to go to the bar and watch me play and... spend the night with me.

— And what would we do? — The question makes Eddie’s body short-circuit.

— Huh? I never got to that part. — For the first time, he seems shy.

— Think about it until the end of the dance... What would you do if we went out? — Lily lightly touches his shoulder, sending chills down his spine.

Eddie swallows hard.

— You made my neurons explode. But can I ask you something?

— You’re the master of flirting, so go ahead.

He takes a deep breath.

— What did you feel yesterday when we were alone in my van?

Lily leans in, brushing her lips against his ear.

— Comfort... and the need to have you on top of me.

The answer hits him hard.

— You were patient. I didn’t think you’d be. And your kisses... they’re light.

Eddie feels a wave of longing for that moment.

— Hot description... — He says, nervous. — Knowing I can have your heart drives me crazy to kiss you.

— Kiss? — She teases, innocently.

He exhales, trying to control his breath.

— I just want to be the guy who would help you not to have a war with yourself. And the guy who would make you discover Mordor within my lips.

Lily stares at him, motionless. She sighs, a nearly involuntary moan escaping her lips.

— You want that with me? — Vulnerability and desire mix in her gaze as she touches his chest.

---

— With you, I’d go to Middle Earth, Lily. — He holds my face in his hands, his warm skin against mine.

I’m struck by his declaration.

— Damn, Eddie...

— But if it’s my arrogance... I’d settle for watching you from afar, accepting being just your friend. — He murmurs, smiling that smile that hides the pain of a repressed desire.

— You can’t make me fall in love so quickly... — I whisper, feeling my chest tighten.

— Can’t I? Why not?

— Because... you ate my heart.

— No, Lily. I took your heart to care for it. It’s fragile like you, it needs love... even if I’m lacking it. I’d search within myself until I found something to give you. — Eddie slides his fingers over my face, as if promising to protect the most precious part of me.

He breathes deeply before continuing:

— Beautiful Hansol, you made my life less hellish. You made me trust someone again... And I don’t regret it.

— Are you sure, Eddie? We just met at the end of the school year, and you’re acting like we’ve been childhood friends...

He laughs.

— So what? I think you’re a bard who casts arcane magic just by existing. There’s a difference between beauty and talent, you know? Why don’t you see that?

I look away.

— No one has ever said that about me. Why would you?

— I don’t know anything about feelings, but I know you erase my guilt. The dirt of my life. You resurrect me, Lily.

— But I’m the darkness incarnate...

— Then we can create an eclipse. I’m the sun, you’re the moon... And they make love.

The silence is heavy. My eyes widen when I realize the double meaning of what I just said.

— Oh my God... I’m sorry!

She laughs, and I wonder why fate made our paths cross in Howling.

— Changing the subject... Did you know you saw me earlier? — She looks at me, innocent.

— Saw you? When?

— I came from Ghostface. Didn’t you see? — She plays with her red strands, looking frustrated.

It dawns on me.

— The person I mocked with the guys... was you?!

I cover my mouth, feeling the guilt swallowing me.

— Yeah, Eddie. You mocked me.

I freeze.

The hooded girl from the bathroom. The one my friends ridiculed.

Lily.

Life has a strange way of putting things in their place, doesn’t it?

— Are you okay?

My mind is still short-circuiting when I ask:

— And you have to dress up?

— Shibari and other things... — She murmurs with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

WHAT?!

— You asked about fetishes, didn’t you?

— No, Lily... — I choke, stunned. — Damn, what was that?

She laughs.

— Sorry, I thought we were already that comfortable. My God, Eddie... You’re not going to run to the mountains, are you?

The way she fears losing me makes my heart race.

— No. — I let out a laugh. — Quite the opposite... Now I want to talk more with you.

I see the freedom in her gaze. The trust. Like she knows she can be herself with me.

And then, a phrase invades my mind:

"And you make it seem like I can be myself without fear... And I, well, want to stay by your side."

I swallow the guilt that tightens my chest.

— Forgive me for mocking you. My friends are idiots.

She raises an eyebrow.

— I’m not going to forgive you. But you’re lucky I’m not a gypsy, or I’d cast a spell on you.

Her playful tone makes me relax... But still, a shiver runs down my spine.

Women could be complicated, but in my mind, it was like a seven-headed beast would form every time I tried to start a conversation without sounding cheesy or like an unbearable know-it-all.

But with Lily, it was different. Our connection felt like two crazy people trapped in the same asylum — and, somehow, that attracted me.

Where did the old Eddie go? The tough guy who ran from love like a villager fleeing a Jehovah’s Witness knocking at the door?

The truth is, we’re puppets of the choices we make and the sins we commit, always at the mercy of what comforts or suits us.

And in the end, heaven or hell, we’ll be thrown to one side when the Apocalypse comes.

But until then, let us not die. Let us intoxicate ourselves with lust and taste the flavor of this hellish drink on the tip of our tongues.

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