#i actually had goosebumps from the trailer today

[shijiujun]

锦月如歌 Newest Trailer | Apparently waiting for a November 2024 release!

I APOLOGISE FOR THE PERSON I'LL BE WHEN DAUGHTER COMES BACK LIKE THIS

[caileeflavoured]

love crime

bjorn x cousin!reader

© caileeflavoured 2024, do not repost, modify or translate!

synopsis: He reminded you time and time again that boys had bad intentions. Little did you know his intentions were infinitely worse.

a/n: hey god, it’s me again, I wasn’t strong enough today. I caved and wrote cousincest smut (which is very much legal where I live so, actually, I didn’t do anything wrong 😌). @spikedfearn hyped me up so special shoutout to the one who matches my freak. also this is poorly edited so if anything seems weird, pls ignore

warnings: 18+, SMUT, pure cousincest filth, virginity loss

wc: 3k

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You didn’t quite know how you found yourself in this situation. The trailer dark and empty, the colony quiet and undisturbed — a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the day. Just you and him. You and your cousin.

“You don’t know how badly I wanted to do this,” he mumbled against your hot skin, his voice raspy as his hands wandered down your sides, each and every touch entirely inappropriate and forbidden.

A whine escaped you. “B-Bjorn…”

Bjorn. Your cousin. The one guy who’s been telling you for years that no boy would ever seriously want you. That all they wanted was your body to use for their own pleasure and then get rid of you like an old toy. Your cousin was total menace, meanie, douchebag.

Bjorn, the guy who reminded you time and time again that any boy on Jackson’s Star you’d shown any kind of interest in had bad intentions. Little did you know his intentions were infinitely worse.

He stopped attacking your neck and leaned back to look at you, his hands moving back up your thighs, then around your ass, groping and grabbing the soft flesh. A sly grin was plastered on his face as he lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist.

A soft moan escaped your throat, his name falling from your lips as you clawed at the fabric of his shirt. “Bjorn…” You could feel what he did to you, the sensation and anticipation running through your veins all the way to your core.

“I’ve wanted to get my teeth on you since that night I heard your little desperate moans,” his lips grazed your ear as his voice echoed through your body, sending shivers down your spine. “I wanted to taste you so bad, you know that?”

“You… what?” You gasped in disbelief, unable to understand why anyone would want you when he’d been telling you for years how undesirable you were.

“You heard me, luv,” he grunted, his hands digging deeper into the flesh of your ass. The feeling of his hands practically assaulting your body turned you on in a way you didn’t think was possible. His fingers traced the hem of your shirt, gently grazing your hot skin which sent goosebumps up your arms as they desperately wrapped around his neck.

Your body and mind disagreeing, you kept trying to make him stop, but your body would betray each and every word coming out of your mouth. “But Tyler—“

“Tyler’s not here, is he?” His voice sounded raspy as he mumbled against your jaw, his teeth pulling on your soft skin as they made their way to your lips. “I won’t tell if you won’t tell.”

“Yeah,” you breathed, and it sounded pathetic. You knew there was no way of making him stop, not even the danger of being caught by your own brother. 

He chuckled at the sound of your desperation. “Good.”

He walked you to his bed, letting you back down on your before pushing your shirt up and over your head, exposing your half-naked chest to him.

The feeling of exposing your body to your cousin made wasn’t as nerve-wracking as imagining a random boy seeing you like this, yet you still found yourself trying to cover yourself up with your arms in front of your chest.

“No, no, no, no,” Bjorn mumbled, “lemme see ma pretty cousin.” Subconsciously licking his lip,  he pushed your arms down as he took in the sight of his young cousin, standing in front of him with a heaving chest, and nipples hard enough to poke through the bra. 

“Even better than I imagined,” his accent sounded in the silence of the trailer as his hands ran down your shaking arms and grabbed your wrists before pinning them behind your back.

He wanted you completely at his mercy. He’d been planning it for long enough. Now was not the time for any more slip-ups or interruptions. 

You were ready for him. He could feel it.

The touch of his hands awakened something inside you.

One hand moving to your chin, forcing you to look at him, the other still holding onto your wrists, he said, “I need you to say it.”

You bit your lip, rubbing your thighs together at the deep sound of his voice, and the thrill of it all. A nod was the only response you were able to give him as you bit your lip, aching for more of him.

“Just admit it,” he pushed. “You want me, don’t you? You want your cousin, eh?” 

He pressed his body up against yours, leaving only a hairsbreadth of space between you and him. His eyes bore into yours, awaiting your answer, demanding it.

“Yeah,” you nearly moaned, and his lips engulfed yours in an instant, his tongue claiming access as he pushed himself further against you. 

You could feel him against you, feel his cock push against the centre of your thighs, so close to where you desperately wanted it. No, needed it. 

You let him explore you, your mouth, your body, your soul, as he let go of your wrists, letting his hands wander from the small of your back over the curve of your ass. He bent over with you in his embrace, his lips engulfing yours shamelessly while his hands kept kneading the soft flesh.

He turned around, sitting down on the bed and forcefully yet in his own way gently pushed you onto his lap, making you sit right on his bulge. He wanted you to feel how badly he needed you.

You moaned into his mouth, rolling your hips against his, eliciting strangled groans and mumbled ‘fuck’s.

“Take it off,” he fumbled with the clasps of your bra. “I wanna see all of you.”

You obeyed without hesitation, finding confidence in the intimacy with your cousin who you had known for so long.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned when you bared your tits to him, his lips almost automatically glued to your chest as he kissed and bit his way from one side to the other, definitely leaving dark marks in his wake. 

Marks you’d have to hide from your brother at all cost.

Your head fell back as you relished the intimate sensation of his soft, plump lips on your tits and the occasional nip of his teeth that sent a sweet, sweet jolt of pain through your body and right down to your core.

Your hands wandered down to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head before you let them wander down his heated chest and back down. You hastily fumbled with his fly.

“Someone’s eager,” he chuckled, holding up his hands in cheeky defeat as he let you work on the button, then the zipper, until, ultimately, you freed him from the restraints of his bottoms. You gave him a quick ‘shut up’ — something you’d told your cousin many times, just never in a situation like this.

Something that felt both familiar and new. Comfortable and exciting. Natural yet forbidden.

He smirked down at you as you sat back on his lap, enjoying the gasps that escaped you every time you could feel him press more against your aching cunt. “Someone’s all worked up, too, it seems,” he teased. “And we haven’t even started yet.”

Bjorn roughly stripped you of the rest of your clothes, then slid his fingers under the waistband of your underwear. He pushed you off his lap and stood back in front of the bed as he pulled you closer to the edge of the mattress, your ass nearly hanging off, before he ripped off the last remaining fabric, leaving you utterly exposed underneath him.

There you were, his little cousin, all naked and slutty and desperate in his bed, shaking and sweating and… soaking.

His eyes fixed on your glistening, near-dripping folds as he forced your legs apart with ease, a heavy ‘fuck’ rumbling from his chest at the sight of his cousin who was more than ready for him.

“Fuckin’ hell, you’re so wet,” he groaned, his mouth running along the inside of your thigh all the way to the apex, taking in the sweet scent of his little cousin, an aphrodisiac he’d claimed all for himself a long, long time ago.

“All that just for me, luv?”

You instinctively covered your face, hiding behind your hands as you tried to close your legs, but his grip on you was too strong, too determined. “Nuh-uh, luv. Let me see ya.”

His name escaped your throat like a desperate prayer as his lips started attacking your skin, working their way up from your hips to your chest. His tongue circled around your sensitive nipples as his hand moved up to your neck.

He pushed two of his fingers inside your mouth, playing with your tongue as his own flicked over your nipples at a relentlessly hungry pace. Your body responded to each touch of his, your hips bucking up to meet his and your hands buried in his hair as you tugged on his strands.

He hummed against you in an acknowledging way, almost approvingly even, his lips moving to the other nipple. He kept going for a couple more moments until he sat up, and kneeled between your legs.

“Don’t even have to do anything and you’re already a mess for me, eh?” He teased as he touched himself through the last remaining bit of fabric of his boxers. “You’re such a little virgin.” 

He grinned before he leaned down and started to kiss along your inner thighs, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin as he inched closer to your core. He moved his hands under your thighs in one swift motion, pulling you closer to his face as he pulled your legs over his shoulders. 

“You’re so fucking pretty down there, you know that, luv?” He said, his hands digging into your flesh as his mouth finally connected with your hot cunt, his lips engulfing your soaked lips as his tongue flicked over your achingly sensitive clit, lightly and teasingly at first, then increasingly determined.

Your moans became more intense with each skilled flick of his tongue, your hands gripping the bedsheets like your life depended on it. You could feel him chuckling against your core, enjoying the way he could make his cousin turn into this insatiable little thing.

“Fuck, Bjorn, fuck!” Your voice was strangled and high-pitched as you felt the muscles in your core tighten, bucking your hips up to meet his mouth so hard he had to forcibly push you back onto the mattress. 

“Mhm yeah,” he groaned against your throbbing cunt. “I knew you’d get there fast, but this fast?”

“Please, Bjorn,” you cried, more moans bouncing off the walls of his small bedroom as he kept going until you could feel the coil in your stomach snap, and let go underneath him. 

Thunderous waves of pleasure rolled over you in a breathtaking culmination of sensations as he rode you through your high, listening to the symphony of your whines and cries and moans before they subsided and got replaced by the desperate sound of fucked-out heavy breathing.

“Looks like I did good,” he said with a grin, sitting back and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He watched you try to catch your breath with an amused look on his face. “You should see how wrecked you look right now.”

You could barely catch your breath as you felt the aftermath of what your cousin has done to you make you want for more. You pulled him closer by his oversized shirt, your lips crashing into his in a hungry kiss.

Bjorn laughed into the kiss, crawling on top of you momentarily before moving back and walking around his bed to grab a condom from the nightstand. He moved back in front of you and in between your still shaking legs, a satisfied smirk on his lip as he pushed his boxers down, watching you watch him get ready to take his cousin.

He could see your eyes grow bigger at the sight of his hard cock, could sense the fear of what he was going to do to you. 

“Don’t worry, luv,” he grinned, “I’ll make sure you’re ready for me.”

He kneeled on one knee next to you, wrapping your leg around his waist as he hovered over you, his lips back on yours. He made sure to keep your mind occupied enough with the way his lips rolled over yours as his hand slid through your folds. A hum vibrated against your lips when he felt the way his fingers slipped towards your entrance with ease.

The feeling of his middle finger toying with your pussy drew more soft and desperate moans from your throat. Your hand clung to his wrist as you felt him slowly push in. The muscles in his arm flexed and tensed as he started moving his finger, rubbing the soft spongy tissue that he knew would make you drip even more for him.

“Bjorn, ah—” you gasped a strangled cry when you felt him stretch you out a little more as he added a second finger. His lips moved back down to your neck, sucking on your sweet spot as he pushed his fingers deeper inside of you.

“Need you to be ready for me,” he said, slipping in a third digit, watching the way your back arched when the tips of his fingers brushed against your g-spot again.

Your endless moans and whines assured him that you were starting to adjust to the growing size inside of you. “Did it feel that good when you touched yourself, luv?” He asked, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

You shook your head no. Bjorn moved up, pulling his fingers out of you, leaving you feeling strangely empty, before he pushed them against your bottom lip, slowly forcing your mouth open and his fingers inside. “Ever tasted yourself?”

“N-No,” you muttered as you wrapped your lips around his digits, licking and sucking his finger when he asked you to.

Bjorn knew he had gotten you to a point where you’d do anything for him and him only.

“Not a word to your brother, eh?” He commanded with an approving flick of his fingers on your chin before he shifted on his bed. He moved right between your legs, pulling your hips closer to his as he got down on his knees, then lined himself up with your entrance.

“Gon’ keep this our pretty little secret,” he said and pushed in.

He couldn’t help the gasp and strangled ‘fuck’ that fell from his lips as he felt the warmth and tightness of your walls engulf him. He slowly slid in all the way, past the slight resistance of your hymen before breaking it, definitively claiming you as his, claiming something no one would be able to take from him now.

Bjorn watched your chest heave as he picked up a careful pace to make sure you get used to his size. “Does it hurt, luv?” He wanted to know, his hands gripping the sides of your hips, fingers digging in deep, as he pulled you against him with each thrust.

But you were barely articulate, the feeling of him filling you out and repeatedly hitting the deepest possible point inside of you so overwhelming you couldn’t even tell pain from pleasure. Your fingers dug into his biceps when he moved over you, hitting from a different angle he knew was sure to make you cry out his name.

“Fuckin’ hell, you feel so good. So fuckin’ tight,” Bjorn groaned through gritted teeth as he stilled inside you for a second.

“What’s wrong? Why’d you stop?” You asked, already missing the feeling of his tip brushing against your most sensitive spot as you nearly automatically clenched around him.

“Fuck, luv, don’t do that,” his hand quickly grabbed your jaw. “Or I’m gonna fuckin’ cum. Just give me a moment.”

His hand snaked between your bodies, drawing tight circles on your clit as he gave himself a break. He listened to your near breathless moans as he felt your nails scratch along his back, all the combined sensations of his little cousin reacting to his filthy needs making it near impossible for him to hold back long enough for you to properly milk him.

“You gonna cum for me, luv?” He asked as he continued his thrusts, this time a more relentless pace while his fingers still toyed with your clit. He knew it wouldn’t take much more for you to come undone around him, the clenching of your walls a dead giveaway.

“Fuck, Bjorn,” you cried out, feeling the tension inside you grow bigger and stronger. 

“Need you to be a good girl for me and let go, luv,” he breathed, knowing his own high was dangerously close. 

A few more snaps of his hips against yours and you felt the high wash over you. An orgasm so intense it could have never compared to what you managed to do to yourself. Your pussy gripped him like a vice, your walls squeezing him and sending him right over the edge, too.

Both of your moans echoed off the walls of his tiny bedroom as you got lost in each other. Bjorn finally came to a halt inside of you, refusing to pull out and lose the feeling of his cousin wrapped tightly around him. 

With Tyler practically always around, he knew it wouldn’t be easy to fuck you again.

But he was determined. He always has been.

[strangerthingslover69]

Do you copy? ~ part 2

Part 2 is finally here, sorry took me so long!

18+ minors do not read!

Warnings ~ swearing, smoking and smut

Safe to say Eddie was very excited about you coming over today. A lot more than normal. So much so he actually cleaned up his trailer. Putting the clothes in the laundry, changing his bed sheets, vacuuming, washing the left over plates and putting the rubbish in the bin. Even to go as far as lighting a candle but changed his mind last minute blowing it out. He didn’t want to seem too much. He had a shower than morning and threw on a classic Eddie look. A band tee with ripped jeans. He was feeling excited but also nervous. He decided to smoke to calm his nerves. Back at your house you wake up to the sound of your alarm. You didn’t wanna oversleep since you didn’t see Eddie yesterday. Getting out of bed you reach your bathroom. Stepping into the shower and giving yourself time to wake up. You think back to the orgasm you gave yourself last night. The thoughts of Eddie touching you. You feel tingly again but you know you don’t have time this morning otherwise you’d be late. Picking out an outfit was tricker than normal and you hadn’t done your laundry yet so your choice was sparse. You end up finding on of Eddies bad tees he so kindly gave you (after you kept stealing it from him) a black skater skirt, all your tights were dirty so you went for some cute knee high socks throwing on your old converses. You decided against a jacket since it wasn’t cold. You grabbed your keys and headed off to Eddies trailer.

The smoke definitely calmed Eddies nerves down. He heard your car pull onto his drive next to his van. He got up beating you to the door before his even closed your car door. You look up and see Eddie standing there with a smile. ‘Morning Munson. Did you miss me that much?’ You shout making your way over to him. ‘Always Y/N’ he says with a smirk. He can’t help but linger his eyes over your legs as you walk up each step. He licks his lips. He’s already feels a semi on. He needed to calm down. He was suppose to be the one going to tease you. As you walk up the steps you can’t help but feel Eddies eyes boring into you. Sure you’ve seen Eddie look at your many a times but not quite in this way. ‘Hey, that’s mine?’ He stops you before you reach the door properly pointing to his top. ‘Well it was yours but I think it looks better on me, don’t you?’ you say pushing past him with a wink. ‘Well I can’t deny that Princess’ he says shutting the door. Princess? That’s a new one. You can’t help but smile at your new nickname. ‘So what we got here?’ You ask looking through his pile of VHS’s on the table. Eddie turns around to see you bent over the table looking through the VHS’s. He can’t help but stare at the way your skirt is showing off your cute black panties. No holy shit. Your black thong. Eddie walks up to you stopping behind you, his front inches away from your ass. He bends down and whispers into your ear, making slight connection to your ass. ‘Thought could watch one of these Princess. You like scary movies don’t you?’ You feel Eddies breath on your ear as he speaks. You feel your body cover in goosebumps. Eddie knew you hated scary movies. What’s he up to? You don’t even realise how close your ass it to him until you go to walk back a little and you graze over his front. Eddie holds in a moan as he feels your ass on his semi hard dick. You feel very hot all of a sudden. What the hell is going on? You stand up properly, your back ends up resting on Eddies chest as you get up. Your heart races as you feel Eddies hand touch around your waist. What is he game? ‘You want a drink?’ Eddie says letting go and walking away to the kitchen. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. ‘Y-yeah sure. Thanks’ you manage to reply. Eddie grabs two cokes from the fridge with a smug grin. He can tell his small actions are having an effect on you. Things were only gonna get more fun.

You sit on the couch as Eddie returns with your drink, he hands to you. ‘Thanks’ you say taking it from him. His fingers grazing yours as you take it. Normally something small of this touch wouldn’t bother you but the way Eddie is being it’s setting something to new to your soul. Eddie chooses whatever horror film you picked out. He leans down to put in the VHS. You can’t help but watch him as he moves. You see the top of his boxers creeping out, you mind wonders what he’s hiding underneath. You quickly look away before he turns around. He sits down next to you, Eddie has always been a touchy feeling person so you were use to him sitting closely to you. As the movie begins Eddies mind begins to wonder back to yesterday. Hearing moans. Hearing you moaning his name. His eyes turned to you but his head one the screen. He knew you hated these movies so this was his perfect opportunity. He knew you’d be scared. Twenty minutes into the film as you are using your sleeves to hide from the blood and gore. ‘Enjoying the movie?’ Eddie says leaning in closer to you. You don’t take your eyes off the screen as you reply, ‘Yup. It’s fantastic. He laughs to himself. Only a minute later someone is brutally murdered making you squeal and turn away from the screen, you nuzzle into Eddies shoulder. ‘Aw what’s wrong Princess, you said it was ‘fantastic’ he says bringing his hand to poke you in the side of your ribs. It tickles as he pokes you making you wriggle closer to him. ‘Stop, that tickles!’ you laugh into him. ‘Oh it does? Well I’m that case!’ Eddie moves both his hands and tickled your sides. You try and move but Eddie is stronger than you. Your wriggling around so much trying to escape your unaware of how much you skirt has rode up. Your bare ass is pretty much out for Eddie to see, he doesn’t miss a thing as he checks out your ass

You somehow manage to break free from Eddie by grabbing his wrists and pulling them away from you, holding them up in front of him. ‘Damn Princess, when did you get so strong?’ He jokes. Out of breath from laughing you look up into his eyes and smile. You and Eddie stare into one another’s eyes. You’d been close to him but not this close to see just how deep brown his eyes are, you think you see a hint of something else but not sure what. Your grip loosens on Eddies wrists. Big mistake. Before you know it he’s somehow managed to pin you down on your back by you wrists either side of your head. His body laid on top of yours. ‘I always win’ he says with a smug grin. You try wriggle your wrists free but this causes Eddies grips to tighten, it doesn’t hurt though, if feels kind of exciting, a whole new feeling bubbles in your stomach as you realise just how close your bodies are. ‘Eddie what are you doing?’ You say playfully. ‘Just reminding you who’s in charge sweetheart’ he says putting your wrists in just his one hand. His free one moves the hair from your face tucking it behind your ear. Silence falls over you both again as you stare into one another’s eyes. Eddie leans down so your faces are inches apart, his nose bumps yours. You don’t know what or how this has happened but you are more than okay with it. Just as your lips are about to touch, ‘fancy a smoke?’ He says pulling back and letting go of your wrists. His body off yours as he stands up making his way back to his room. You lay there confused and horny as hell. What the fuck? You mutter to yourself as your get up and follow him.

Eddie already has the joint lot between his lips, sat on the edge of his bed. He pats next to him and you sit down. You watch as Eddie takes a toke, you watch how his lips wrap around the end of the joint as he inhales it in, his nostrils flaring slightly. He removes the joint and exhales. He turns to you to see you looking at his lips. He sees you blush as you’ve been caught. You shake it off and put your hand out for the joint. Eddie doesn’t give it to you, he leans closer again and places the joint in between your lips. His fingers brushing your bottom lip slightly. You almost forget to attach your lips properly until Eddies hand is gone. He smiles and moves to the top of his bed where his pillows are and lays down. You take a long and much needed toke, hopefully this will help you calm the fuck down from whatever is going on. You both sit and lay in silence for a few minutes as the weed takes it effect. ‘Eddie?’ You say turning your attention to him. ‘Yeah?’ He asks still staring at the ceiling. ‘Did you clean up?’ You ask looking around his room as it’s not in its typical state. ‘Maybe, why?’ He asks. ‘Just looking tidy, wait?’ You say crawling on the bed more, you crawl up to where he is and inhale his pillow. Eddies head turns to you, he can’t quite believe his eyes. You are bent over right next to him, you ass definitely showing fully from your skirt. He’s give anything to touch it. He bites his lip as he sits to his elbows to get a better look. ‘You’ve cleaned your bedding too?!’ You say turning to him shocked. However when you turn you don’t make eye contact like you were expecting. You see him sat up slightly biting his lip, you follow his eyes and realise he’s looking at you. More specifically your ass. You let out a little giggle, his head quickly turns to yours as he knows you most definitely caught him looking. He instantly blushes. You sit back so your on your knees. ‘See something you like Munson?’ You ask playfully. ‘Well Princess you make it sure damn hard not to look when you wear that skirt.’ He replies with a smile. Now it’s your turn to blush. He sits up so now he’s sitting properly and shuffled closer next to you. His hand resting on your bare knee, sending little waves of excitement all around you. He leans closer to you and whispers into you ear, ‘not to mention that thing you call underwear, it hardly covers anything.’

Your heart races as you feel Eddies hand moves higher up your knee towards your thigh. ‘This okay?’ He asks looking into your eyes. ‘Yes’ you near enough whisper. With your permission his hand moves further up under your skirt. He starts to slowly kiss down your neck, you moan at his kisses. You can feel the smirk on his lips as he goes back in but this time he sucks your neck, pressing his teeth down into your soft flesh. His hand creeps up to where your aching core is, you move your knees more open so he can touch you easily. You feel his finger press down on your underwear right where your clit is. You gasp at his actions, he found your clit just like that. ‘Someone seems excited’ he whispers into your neck. ‘Please Eddie’ you whine at him. ‘What sweetheart?’ Eddie moves from your neck to your face, his nose brushing yours just like earlier. Lips inches away. ‘Please touch me’ you beg. ‘Since you asked so nicely’ Eddie says before he kisses you. His lips are softer than you imagined, the kiss is gentle at first. His fingers move your underwear to the side and he moves your wetness up and down your slit. You moan into his lips. Eddie breaks the kiss and takes his hand away you are about to complain at the loss of feeling but he tells your to lay down and you do so. Eddie lays on top of you and continues to kiss you, much more needier this time. You feel his tongue enter your mouth, you suck on it making him moan and buck his hips into your aching core. As you continue to kiss you you feel one of his hands move up and along your body. He moves it under your top and stops at your breasts. Your thankful you didn’t wear a bra today as Eddie makes contact brushing past your nipple. ‘No bra? You are a full of surprises Y/N’ Eddie says into your lips. His hand squeezes your breast as his lips leave yours as he kisses down your jaw, down to your neck again finding the sensitive spot behind your ear. Your hand reaches and pulls his hair making him moan into you. It’s the prettiest noise you’ve ever heard. His hand lets go of your breast but his fingers wonder to your nipple as he twists them slightly. You’ve never been so turned on and he hadn’t even touched you properly yet. You buck your hips needing some friction. ‘Don’t worry princess, I am going to give you the best orgasms ever.’ He says with a mischievous smile.

Eddie continues to kiss down your neck, he reaches your collar bone planting small sweet kisses. His body moves further down on yours. He pulls at the hem of you top looking up at you for permission. You nod and bite your lip. ‘Princess if you keep looking at me like that you’re gonna make me cum already’ he says with a wide grin. You let out a small giggle but that’s quickly cut off when you feel Eddies tongue on your nipple. He licks it all around and then puckers his lips and sucks it, you arch your back and moan, his eyes never leaving you. His other hand moves further down your body until he reaches the waistband of your skirt, his hand goes under it and your underwear till he’s met with your dripping pussy. ‘Fuck princess, so wet for me’ he moans into your nipple. ‘Only for you Eddie’ you say back with a cheeky smile. The way you’re looking at him and saying his name drives him insane. He can’t wait anymore. He sinks a finger straight into your wet hole making you moan. He starts pumping in and out of you, you sound so wet and normally would be embarrassed but right now the sensation of Eddies finger feels too good. Only one finger and you feel yourself being close already. ‘Fuck Eddie!’ You moan pulling his hair and bringing him in for a sloppy kiss. He can feel you clenching on his finger. ‘Fuck Princess so close already?’ He mumbled to your lips. You can’t answer your too focused on the feeling of him. Your so close. On the verge. Then he quickly pulls out his finger and pulls away from the kiss. You sit up slightly feeling annoyed. ‘What the fuck Eddie?! I was so fucking close’ you sound so desperate but you don’t care. He just stopped you from cumming. He lets out a small laugh that just irritates you more. ‘What’s so funny?’ You ask feeling pissed off. Eddie looks at you sucks your juices off his finger then gets off the bed and stands up. Before you have chance to talk again he grabs you by the ankles and turns you over so your on your stomach. ‘On all fours’ he commands. ‘Excuse me, in my-?’ Your cut off by Eddie smacking your ass, it stings but you can’t deny it turns you on more. ‘On. All. Fours.’ He says. This time you listen and get on all fours. Ass in the air you feel Eddies body leaning over yours. He leans down and whispers into your ear, ‘the first place I want you to cum is in my mouth Princess. You understand?’ You nod. He grabs you by the hair pulling you back to look at him. ‘Words. I need words Princess’ he says with a look of lust. ‘I, I understand’ you reply taken back by Eddies actions. It makes you want him even more. He lets go out your hair pushing your head back down to the bed. You hear him rustling around then he cover your eyes with a blindfold. ‘This will make it even more fun sweetheart’ he whispers to you. You clench around nothing. You can not see anything now but after a minute you feel Eddie yanking down your skirt and thong. He spreads open your hole and blows on it. You flinch at his breath. ‘What a pretty pussy you have, I bet she taste fucking amazing’ he says hypnotised by the sight of you dripping for him.

You moan as you feel Eddies tongue lick from your asshole to the top of your vagina. He licks your juices all around, licking up agonisingly slowly up and down. You press your ass further back to him making you take more of you pussy. Smack. You feel Eddie spank you again. ‘Such a needy girl’ He says. ‘I, I’m sorry’ you whimper pathetically. ‘Don’t be baby. I love it’ he says and dives his tongue right back to your pussy. Your feel him lap up your juices just like before but this time more quickly. You’re a moaning mess into the bed. You feel Eddies tongue lick up to your hole. You feel his tongue going in and out of it. He’s fucking your with his tongue and fuck it feels amazing. ‘Fuckfuck’ you moan. You feel close already. Eddie can tell, he removes his tongue and replaces them with two fingers. He’s reaching places you didn’t know existed before. You feel his tongue making circles on your clit. The sensations of both together are the best anyone has ever given to you. ‘Eddie, fuck s-so close!’ You scream you hands bunching up the duvet tightly in your hands. ‘Cum baby. Cum in my mouth’ Eddie says before licking your clit so fast. His fingers pump in and out still, with the combination you crumble. ‘I I’m cumming!’ You moan as your finally release. Eddie licks up all your cum not missing a bit. He fingers still in you but slowed more down. Both heavily breathing trying to catch your breath. ‘Fuck Eddie, that was’ ‘Best orgasm ever?’ He says with a smug smile. ‘Yes. Best orgasm. Ever’ you reply back. ‘Ready for another one?’ Eddie says. Before you answer you feel something slap your wet pussy making you gasp. ‘Fuck Eddie, is that-’ you say biting your lip. The next thing you feel is Eddies dick pushing into your hole. Your still sensitive from earlier but it feels too good. ‘Fuck. Your big’ you say breathlessly as Eddie bottoms out in you. ‘Thanks Princess’ he says with a smug smile. For a minute Eddie doesn’t move so you can adjust to him. You decide to show him you were. You move yourself back and forth. Making you both moan together. ‘Fuck me, that feels good’ Eddie says holding you by the waist. You carry on moving yourself back and forth on his cock, it feels good. ‘My turn princess’ he says as he pounds into you. ‘Fuck!’ You scream out at the next sensation. Eddie is not gentle but you don’t care. You need it. he moves in you hard and fast, he’s been needing this for fucking forever. He digs his fingers hard into your hips most definitely going to leave a mark but you don’t care. You feel another orgasm approaching as you clench around Eddie. ‘Eddie, gonna cum!’ You moan as you cum again all over Eddies dick. ‘Fuck, squeezing me so tight. Fuck. Shit.’ Eddie doesn’t have anytime to warn you before he releases his cum straight into you. You feel it and fuck it’s a lot, so much so it start to spill out but Eddie doesn’t stop moving as he’s still cumming. ‘Fuck Y/N’ Eddie says breathlessly. ‘Good job I’m on the pill’ you say giggling. You take the blindfold off and turn to see Eddie. He’s out of breath, his hair sticking to him from the sweat but he looks so fucking hot. He slowly pulls out of you and sits on the bed. You turn around and crawl up to him, his cum spilling out of you but you don’t care. He lifts his arm and you snuggle your way next to him. ‘So Eddie?’ You say tracing his tattoos. He turns to you humming, ‘best orgasm ever?’ You say with a big grin. ‘Fuck yes Princess. Best. Orgasm. Ever’ he says bringing you in for a kiss

[miserablekingsteve]

My kinda lover; Part 1 Steve's POV 1/1 Part 2 Eddie's POV 1/2

Rating: T Word count: 8k You can also read this on AO3 <:)

Eddie laid in bed, eyes wide and heart hammering in his chest. The sound of tires on gravel crunched outside and Steve drove off with Robin. Once he was sure the coast was clear, he threw the duvet off and all but ran to the bathroom. He’d woken up entangled with Steve, who was trying to leave the bed, probably because Eddie was trying to hold the guy's fucking hand. He stared at himself in the mirror; curls stuck up and around his head, his bangs stood straight off his forehead, cheeks flushed a light pink, and the bags under his eyes were puffy. He looked like a mess. 

 Sighing, Eddie gripped the faucet of the tap and turned the cold water on full blast. When the cold liquid hit his hands, a shockwave vibrated throughout his body, and goosebumps appeared on his arms while he splashed the water on his face. 

 He’d had this stupid crush on Steve ever since 12th grade, when that switch had arrived where the asshole gorgeous jock suddenly had a heart of gold, dropping the shitty friends and smiling at Nancy like she held the world. When Steve stood up to Billy Hargrove and his face was all fucked up at school, yeah, that was a turn on for him.  

 “Argh,” He growled to himself, looking in the mirror again and rubbing his hands with aggression over his eyes and cheeks, “Stupid, it’s stupid!” 

 This had only happened to him once before, and by this he meant the very normal human thing to do in having a crush on someone. It was some boy named Clarke. God knows what the kid's last name was, in 5th grade; he had bright blonde hair and a ridiculous amount of freckles, he and Eddie used to sneak off the elementary grounds into the forest that resided next door and pick up sticks to play fight with. Then Eddie had moved to Hawkins to live with Wayne and he never saw Clarke again. 

 Pushing himself off the sink, giving up on the desperate search for something in his own face that he knew he’d never find. He’d done such a good job at avoiding his feelings for his friend the whole Upside Down adventure, then even more when the two of them sat together in a hospital room. The memory of making the ugliest fart jokes imaginable and actually made King Steve laugh, squeezing his eyes closed tight at the mere thought of the man’s laughter. Shit. 

 “Fucking… soft and, ugh, such a jock,” Eddie muttered under his breath as he searched the pockets of his many coats that sat in a pile behind his bedroom door. A bubble of frustration blossomed as each pocket came up empty, “Where the fu—Aha!”

 He held up the prized possession of a squashed pack of cigarettes to the sun that beamed through the window. His ears were met with a resounding silence, as he was home alone and it was just him at his trailer. 

 Throwing on a jacket and some jeans, he made his way outside, glancing at the clock and reading that it was only 8:30 am. Fuck, he wouldn’t be surprised if someone called the cops just having seen him up this early. A pop came from his knees as he sat down on the hard metal doorstep, face scrunching up in discomfort when the prongs poked at his ass through the denim of his worn down pants. 

 “Fucking, shouldn’t have invited him,” He continued to mutter under his breath, telling himself off as he ignited the smoke. 

 “Why was Steve at your house?” A sleep addled voice asked. He grunted in response before he made eye contact with none other than Max Mayfield; the ginger's arms were crossed tightly over her sleep shirt, her thick locks were wrapped in two braids, an accusatory smirk written across her freckled face. 

 “That’s none of your business, Red,” Eddie mumbled around the pale smoke that curled above his head and then promptly disappeared. A brow raised when he noticed the lack of cane or brace support being used by the girl that morning, the scars from the massive stitches on her legs looked calm today.

 “See, I think it is,” Max argued. He rolled his eyes while he stretched his back out, letting the notches of his spine decompress and crack satisfactorily. Next time, he would make sure to not let himself sleep in a twin bed with another full grown man. 

 “It was movie night. Robin and Steve stayed over. There, now shoo, let a grown man express his hangover alone,” Eddie explained, waving her away with a flick of his wrist. The girl scoffed at him and then trudged her slippered feet away from his trailer. 

 After his cigarette was finished, he stubbed it out on the rusted metal of the stairs and threw the butt toward his and Uncle Wayne’s ashtray. He had one foot in the door when the phone rang loudly, his headache from emotions and weed pulsed against his eyes. 

 “I’m coming, I’m coming,” He uttered out loud, picking the yellow stained phone off the receiver, “Hello?” 

 “Eddie!” A very awake and ecstatic Gareth called through the phone, “I didn’t think you’d be awake!” 

 “Yeah, well I am,” Eddie pressed fingers to his left eye where most of the pain from his headache was isolated. 

 “Dude, you sound rough,” Gareth supplied, he could almost see the face the boy’s face was making. 

 “Late night,” He heard a soft ‘ooh’ from his friend, assuming he had a date, “Not like that, you ass.” 

 “Pfft, if you say so. I was just calling to confirm practice at Jeff’s tonight?” Gareth asked. Eddie’s heart skipped a beat when he remembered his half asleep conversation with Steve, oh god, he’d invited the man to their show. 

 “Uhh, yep! Yeah! That sounds great, I’ve gotta go man!” Eddie rushed out, suddenly in a state of panic, “I’ll see you tonight.” 

 “Uh, you oka—” Before Gareth could finish whatever he was going to ask, Eddie slammed the phone onto the wall and rushed out his front door. 

 Dew collected and seeped through his socks, in his haste he had forgotten to slip on his sneakers. Luckily, he was just going across to his neighbors. He paused at the Mayfield's door and started smacking the flat of his palm on the plastic film. 

 “I’m coming, hold on,” Max yelled angrily, the teen opened the door with her toothbrush in her mouth and a robe on, “What, Munson?” 

 “I-uh,” He actually did not know what his plan was, his palms were sweaty as he tugged on his fingers and flickered his eyes around anxiously. 

 “Ugh, my mum’s not home, get your scrawny butt in here,” Max said, voice muffled by the toothpaste collecting in her mouth. 

 Curls fell in front of his eyes when he bowed in thanks, hopping through the door. Her place was dark, the natural light blocked out by heavy orange curtains and the tv playing some random cooking show. 

 “Hold on,” Max told him before she walked away to the bathroom to evacuate the spit and rinse her mouth out. 

 “It’s so dark in here!” Eddie yelled after her, peering around curiously. There were rice krispie wrappers piled on the coffee table where a steaming mug of something sat. 

 “Yeah, well, some of us don’t want to be watched by our neighbors,” Max said, shuffling back into the living room, “So, what do you want?” 

 “I’ve got a problem… I don’t really have anyone else to go to about it,” He finished lamely, gripping his upper forearm in a tight grasp. 

 One of Max’s eyebrows rose, a small smile perked up on her lips, “Is it Robin?” 

 Eddie almost laughed outwardly at her from the absurdity of that, yeah sure he and Robin had talked about being each other's beards before, but then they contemplated when they found someone who was interested, how would everyone else take the sudden break up. So he schooled his face and lied to his young friend, “Yes, I- I invited her to my show in a couple of weeks, now I’m freaking out.” 

 She clapped her hands together and made a happy noise, “Oh! This is so exciting!” 

 “Yeah, yeah, don’t get your hopes up, you’ll make yourself sick,” Eddie joked as he moved and slumped down into a brown chair with an ashtray next to it. 

 “Shut up. So, why are you mainly freaking out?” Her eyes widened as if she got it, “Are you worried about Steve? Because, honestly I would be.” 

 He bit his lip to hold back another bark of laughter, sure he’d lied, but she was just spinning a tale of her own at that point. A smile creased the corners of his mouth and he placed his left hand over it so she wouldn’t become suspicious. 

 “I-How do you get it across that you like someone without, how do I put this,” Eddie sat and thought for a moment, “Making sure they don’t get scared and think you're overstepping?” 

 Frowning at the question raised, did he even want to press this problem further? His mind brought back the hazy images of the night before. Steve had closed his eyes one moment, and then the jock’s head lulled to the side and landed on Eddie’s bare shoulder. That single touch had sent Eddie flying toward the sun. A fire pit burned across his cheeks, but it hadn’t stopped there. No, Steve had to make the situation even worse by curling into his side even more than he had been before. And the position they’d been in before held Eddie’s arm that was thrown over the couch up, making it fall and wrap around the other man’s middle. 

 Eddie just chalked it up to being high. He’d cuddled with Gareth before. There were also times at a get together at Steve’s with Nancy and Jonathan where he and Robin curled up together while they all watched a movie. So, it was totally fine—

 “Earth to Eddie,” Max dragged him out of thought, one hand waving in front of his face. 

 “Well, she’s coming to your show, yeah?” She asked. Eddie nodded wordlessly, stomach flipping when the girl's grin grew 3 sizes larger than it already was, “Sing her a song then.” 

 “Absolutely. Not.” Eddie stated harshly. Max threw her head back in laughter, pointing a mocking finger at him. 

 “No, you definitely should!” Max hurried out, sliding down the couch to sidle up next to him, “Like, if she likes it and understands the message, she’ll come after you! But if she doesn’t, then no worries and you can move on!” 

 Shit, the girl had a point.

 “And luckily, Robin’s not a blundering idiot. Ha!” Max keeled over and rushed out a truth Eddie didn’t want to hear, “At least you’re not trying to seduce Steve!” 

 The blood drained from his face, fiddling with the bare space where his rings usually sat. Max fixed him with a questioning gaze when he didn’t join in her laughter and then he saw it sink in, “Oh, you’re screwed.” 

 There had never been an instance in his life when someone had figured him out so quickly. Her face hardened, and she sat back slightly. 

 “I’m sorry, I’m going to go,” He rushed out, spinning around almost as in time with how much his mind was turning.

 “Eddie! Wait!” Max called after him, creaking coming from the couch as she got up from it. Still slower on her feet since Vecna, “You ass, I don’t have my brace, sit your ass back down in my stinky chair!” 

 “No, thank you!” He called over his shoulder, the door handle cold in his grip. 

 He went to yank it open but Max confessed something that stopped him dead in his tracks, “I like girls!” 

 Slowly, his hand fell limp from the handle. He turned his body back toward the teen, eyes wide and mouth agape. He was in his early twenties and he’d only told all but 3 people; Wayne, Robin and Gareth. And here was this girl who hardly knew him and she just came out to him selflessly, so she could help. Right then was another moment, where he saw how cowardice truly presented itself. 

 Eddie crept back into the living room and sat cautiously next to her, not too sure what to do. Should he hug her and tell her some shit lie about being gay in America? 

 “And boys, I like both. A lot.” 

 Now, that was new, his eyes widened, “People can do that?” 

 Max shrugged, “I don’t know, but that’s what I feel. So why would it matter?” 

 Eddie swallowed and bobbed his head, “Right, totally.” 

 “Now… What are we going to do with you and your oblivious cotton swab head of a crush?” Max sighed, wiggling herself deep into the couch once again. 

 “Me? I’m fine,” Eddie scrunched his face up and fixed her with a confused glare. 

 “You looked like a wet chihuahua shivering when I figured out the truth,” Max scoffed and stared at him with a knowing look. 

 He gawked at her and then shook his head in denial, “No way, not me.” 

 “Shut up, and let me help you,” Max scolded. 

 “Ugh, fine,” Eddie gave in, turning his body so he and Max were face to face. 

X

 An unknown amount of time passed, Eddie didn’t know what time it was, but the sun had gotten low in the time he and Max had sat, concocting a plan that would help Steve figure it out a bit more. It was heavily detailed and there were lots of disagreements, Max always winning because at the end of the day, Eddie knew she was right. 

 “...So, all you really have to do is find out what song, or band he’s listening to right now and cover them, maybe drop some hints while you ask him about it,” Max explained, a yellow note pad held in her hand. 

 “Fuck,” He cursed when after all those hours he finally checked his watch, “I’ve gotten run, but it sounds like a plan. Also, thanks for all your help, truly.” 

 Max smiled at him, for maybe the first time since he’d known her, it set him on edge, “No, don’t smile at me, kid, it’s weird.” 

 “What the shit, dude? I just took my entire day helping you!” Max stuttered, a blush spread over her cheeks and he immediately felt bad. 

 “No! You’ve got a very nice smile, I’m just not used to seeing it! That’s all, shit I’m so bad at this,” Eddie hid his face in his hands. 

 “You’re good, I’m just messing with you,” Her trademark smirk on her lips once again. Eddie leaned forward and ruffled her head. 

 “That’s better,” He lilted, chuckling when the girl swatted at his hand. 

 “Remember the plan!” She called after him as he once again that day ran for the door. 

 “Promise!” That being his last word to the girl before he ran over to his place to pack up his guitar and get in the van. Checking again, he realized he probably had just enough time to make a quick sandwich before he hit the road. 

 “Sorry for the wait, sweetheart,” Eddie crooned to his beautiful guitar that saved his ass in the Upside Down. 

 Sliding on his dried socks to the kitchen, he threw deli meat, sub buns and mayo and mustard. Peeking down at the crisper where some wilted lettuce sat neglected. He shook his head in disgust, not wanting to smell the off green. As fast as he could, he slapped together the sandwich, shoving it in his mouth and hiking the sling of his guitar case over his shoulder. 

 Banshee was parked out front precariously, the blue paint glinting in the sunset. He smiled and stumbled down to her exterior. Carefully, he slid his precious instrument into the back, surrounded by a bunch of blankets to keep it from sliding around. Eddie would’ve loved to watch himself rushing, he always felt like everything would go wrong when he was, and if it wasn’t happening to him, he’d be cackling away like a hyena. 

 But when he turned his key in the ignition and the engine spluttered and then crashed, he wanted to vanish into a thin veil of smoke. 

 “Fuck!” He smacked his hands on the steering wheel. Reigning his thoughts back down, he tried to think of anyone he could call, Gareth lived all the way on the other side of Hawkins and there was no way he’d be caught dead dragging his most prized possession out in public. Especially with Jason’s goons still out to get him, they’d mug him just to fuck up his life. 

 He checked his watch again and realized he had 20 minutes to be there, “Shit, shit, sh—Oh!” An idea spurred in his head, maybe a small Max lived on his shoulder now, because no way would he have thought of this on his own. 

 Grabbing his guitar and jogging back inside, booking it to the kitchen to search the junk cupboard. The smell of aging paper and old metal hit Eddie’s nose, and he waved at the dust that puffed out in his haste. Flipping things up and over, searching for the thick bindings of, “Aha! The phonebook!” 

 Flipping the pages open he scanned through the H’s, quickly finding Harrington. He was surprised when he saw their household was the only one living in Hawkins with that last name. 

 Chanting Steve’s home number under his breath, he ran back over to the phone and punched the digits in. As the phone line rang, a pit formed in his stomach, and a whole litany of awful what ifs plagued his mind; what if one of Steve’s parents answered? Did they know who he was? Would they hang up and not tell Steve?

 “Harrington residence, Steve speaking. How may I help you?” 

 Eddie let out the breath he was holding and chuckled at the formal greeting, “That’s an interesting way to answer the phone, Big Boy.” He palmed himself in the face when the nickname slipped out, not on purpose like the other times had been. 

 “Hello, Eddie,” Steve laughed, “To what do I owe the pleasure, you ju--” 

 “Look, I’m so sorry to bother you man, but my van’s dead, and I really need to get to band practice and I was just wondering if it was no issue, maybe you could, I don’t know. Do me a solid and drive me over there?” Eddie rushed out, cringing when he cut Steve off, but it was too late to stop. 

 “Huh, oh sure,” Steve stumbled through the phone. 

 “Could you also pick me up after? I’ll make it a short practice,” Eddie added before he fucked himself over. He did not want to end up sleeping on Gareth’s garage couch again, the last time the cushions had fucked his neck up for weeks. 

 “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be right over,” Steve assured through the phone. And Eddie relaxed his shoulders. 

 “Thanks, Steve,” He almost whispered. 

 “Okay, I’m uh, coming over now!” Steve declared before he hung up the phone. 

 “Stupid,” Eddie grumbled at himself again, leaning his forehead onto the wood where the phone lived. 

X 

 Thoughts of earlier that morning and late last night ran in circles in his head; the soft feeling of Steve cradled in his arm on the couch and soft murmurs that made him crack his eye open just to make sure the jock was okay in the middle of the night, if someone allowed it he could go on about it forever. He bounced his knee to expel some of his pent up nerves, while he waited for Steve to pull up in that stupidly beautiful BMW. As if on cue, the very car turned into the trailer park, gravel crunching under the wheels and coming to a halt outside his home. 

 There was music muffled inside the car, Steve leaned forward and turned it down before he lifted a hand and waved Eddie in. A blush painted his cheeks, waving back and pointing to the back seat, then at his guitar. Carefully, he slid sweetheart onto the leather bench..

 “Hey,” Steve’s tone was soft, and Eddie pinched his eyes close while his heart swooped. 

 Anxiety vibrated off him as he slid down into the passenger seat. His armpits sweat against the confines of his leather jacket, the insides of the car warmer than he expected. His chest felt tight as he huffed out harshly, as though he’d been running for the last 10 minutes. Steve hummed along to the song that lilted out of the speakers softly, his deft fingers tapped gently on the steering wheel. 

 “Thank you so much, you’re an absolute lifesaver,” Eddie greeted, eyes sliding over to Steve so he could watch the jock closely. The quirk of that flirtatious grin picked up at the corners of Steve’s mouth, but there was something deeper about it, like the thank you meant more to the man than he was letting on. 

 “Yeah, of course, dude. Least I can do. Thanks for letting me crash last night,” Steve laughed, ducking his head in embarrassment. Eddie recognized it to be that charming, shy way he’d witnessed the man do when he was talking to Nancy last March in the Winnebago. 

 “My pleasure, Harrington,” Eddie drawled, finding comfort in the car's darkness. Freddie Mercury’s voice wafted in the enclosed space. That intrigued him, he wasn’t an avid Queen listener but he could recognise that voice anywhere.

 Steve hummed along mindlessly, Eddie tapped along to the bass beat. He opened his mouth to compliment Steve on his less awful choice of music but was cut off by the soft sound of Steve singing; 

‘You masquerade, you're the catch of the season every night and day,’

 Eddie almost choked on the air, blushing furiously and staring straight ahead so the jock wouldn’t be able to see his shocked face. 

‘You you you don't have any time for me

You just keep foolin' around with me,’

 The lyrics were pointing and laughing at him. This man had shown no interest in him, and yet here was plotting with a 15-year-old girl how to subtly get him to pick up on the signals he accidentally puts out when they hung out. He chanced a peek out of the corner of his eye and blushed, which he didn’t think was possible when he saw Steve’s little smile and wave of his head. 

 “So, ahem, you do like actual music then?” Eddie deepened his voice and schooled his face into one that he hoped was collected and cool. 

 Steve scoffed and rolled his eyes, turning onto the road, Eddie had directed him too, “Shut up, you’re just upset you can’t listen to whatever you want and not caring what people think about it.” 

 "Oh, trust me, people care, Stevie baby,” Eddie laughed, continuing to poke fun at the man who just rolled his eyes and turned up the music, “Some people only make fun of your music taste. And by some people, I mean me, I do.” 

 “You’re an asshole,” Steve cawed, as he drummed into the chorus of the next song on the cassette. 

 “Oh, shit. That’s the house,” Eddie pointed out, causing Steve to slam on the brakes. 

 “You’ve got my phone number to call me to come get you, yeah?” Steve asked, brow raised in question as those eyes gazed into his own. 

 Heart beating hard under his scarred chest, Eddie gulped and forced a huge grin on his face, showing Steve his number scrawled onto his hand, “You bet.” Winking awkwardly at Steve, who ducked his head bashfully again. 

 “Cool, see ya later, man,” Steve cleared his throat and then put both hands back on the wheel and got ready to drive away. 

‘I wanna be your kind of lover, give a little bit of feeling,’

 The BMW cruised away, leaving Eddie lost in thought in the middle of the road as the last lyrics of the song he’d heard replayed in his mind. After a beat of Freddie’s voice echoing against his skull, a light bulb went off as he got an idea, a huge grin spreading over his lips. 

 “Eddie?” Gareth’s confused voice called out from the open garage. The senior stood there waiting for Eddie to rush over. 

 “Shit, hey man, sorry. Banshee died on me,” Eddie explained, skidding to a halt inside with his friends. 

 “No worries, dude, we were just a bit…” Gareth’s eyes flickered to the two other members of Corroded Coffin, “...worried.”

 “Shit, sorry,” His brows turned upward in guilt. 

 “Well, nothin’ happened, so it’s behind us!” Jeff clapped, all of them nodded as they took in each other for the first time in months. Not usually practicing until right before the gig, so they won’t tire of the songs. 

 “So, we’ve got the whole setlist figured out, except for the cover song,” Gareth handed Eddie a folded piece of paper with pen scribbled names of their songs. He nodded along in agreement and then smiled at them with a crazed glint in his eye. 

 “I’ve got that covered, I’ll bring the sheet music next week. Let's just focus on this for now,” Eddie reassured his friends, unpacking his guitar and throwing the strand over his neck, “Shall we, boys?” 

 And with a couple of thundering hits from Gareth on the drums, they flowed into the first song easily. 

X

 Two weeks passed, and Eddie’s armpits reeked of nervous sweat. Jeff wrinkled his nose at him while the band hauled all their shit into the green room of the Hideout, which was just a cramped office off the side of the bar. There weren’t many people at the venue and that made him even more anxious. What if it was so isolated that the performance was stilted and weird.

 Jeff noticed his nervous fidgeting and raised a curious brow at him, “What’s got your knickers in a knot?” 

 “Huh? Oh, no I’m good,” Eddie replied, eyes flickering to the entrance then scanning the room. 

 “Sure, buddy,” Jeff said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. Gareth smacked the other man’s chest in a warning before placing his drum equipment down gently. 

 “What?” Jeff splayed his hands out in question, provoking Gareth. 

 Eddie left the two to squabble and wandered outside to have a pre-show smoke—He knew Tristan would tell him off if he’d mentioned what he was doing, but in that moment it was probably going to be the only thing that would calm his fried nerves. 

 Breaching the doors out into the Spring air, Eddie had one hand down in the inside pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out his squashed pack. The lighter clicked as he flicked it on, inhaling deep to ignite the end of the cigarette. Curiously, he checked left and right to keep an eye out for any more people arriving for the show. 

 “Keeping that all to yourself?” An unfamiliar voice said from his left. Eddie jumped and turned to capture whoever was talking to him. 

 There was a tall blond man who was leaning against the door with a smirk painted on his hairy face. He raised an eyebrow and kept his mouth shut around his smoke; the guy didn’t seem very thrilled by his disinterest. 

 “Never mind, jeez,” The man said, before pushing off the wall and thundering through the door of The Hideout. 

 “—The fuck,” Eddie wondered aloud, eyes wide with bewilderment as he took the smoke out of his mouth so he could stub it out with his boot. 

 Eddie reached for the grimy brass knob of the black painted door, some of the brown wood showed through from where it was chipping away. Before he could swing it open and breach the inside, a friendly honk sounded out behind him. He swiveled around with a huge grin on his face. Sure enough, packed into Jonathan Byers’ Ford Galaxie was Nancy Wheeler, Robin and the person he was so eager to see, Steve. Jon gave him a two finger salute as he continued his way forward to find parking. 

 He wrung his hands out, the bands of the rings on his fingers dug into his knuckles. Everything was fine, Steve AND Nancy were here—at his show—about to watch him play and sing. Robin and Jon had both swung by at some point when Corroded Coffin started up again. It had pleasantly surprised him when Jon showed up, explaining that he’d seen the post up at Cassettes and Things, which was their barren record shop. Most of the tapes and vinyl's there were hand-me downs from people’s dead grandparents. 

 But Nancy had never came along, which he was fine with. There was no reason for her to want to, Corroded Coffin wasn’t exactly Wheeler friendly, and he knew that from the way Mike tended to wrinkle his nose every time Eddie tried to play his music louder in the van or after D&D when they were cleaning up. 

 Tapping his foot anxiously against the pavement waiting for his friends, he felt the sudden urge to throw up, but he pushed it down. Not needing to feed the apparent beast that was hungering for his impending embarrassment. 

 “Hey, man,” Jon greeted, hand reaching out to clap and grasp Eddie’s. He grinned and gladly responded to the notion. 

“Glad you could make it,” Eddie said before his eyes left the stoner’s and scanned Nancy, the girl was dressed in a nice black dress with a long sleeve white shirt underneath, clearly these people had no sense of how to dress for a metal show, “Wheeler, to what do I owe this pleasure?”

 She chuckled softly and ducked her head, arms looped underneath the jacket she had for later, “Don’t let it get to your head, I’m just here to make sure these airheads make it home alright.” 

 He bobbed his head in understanding, eyes flickering over to where Robin and Steve were. Robin was fussing over something that supposedly was on Steve’s lapel. 

 “Get off, Robin, it’s fine!” Steve crowed, pushing the grabbing hands of his friend. And, oh man, did he look good. Again, none of these normies knew at all how to dress for a metal show, but he was just happy Steve for once in his life ditched the polo shirts and instead a choppy cut Boston crop top, exposing his torso only a smidge before that was cut off by the tight hug from a pair of gray denim jeans. He felt faint of the sight of even a bit of lax, laid back on Steve. One that didn’t care so much about his appearance… so close to how he’d seen the jock in the Upside Down, only this time he wasn’t covered in blood and wearing Eddie’s battle vest. No, unfortunately Steve was not. 

 “So, whose clothes did you steal this time, Steve?” Eddie drawled, the pit that had formed in his stomach minutes before eased when Steve’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson. 

 “Huh, what? No,” Steve spluttered, looking at Robin with wide eyes. 

 The girl shrugged and leaned forward to wipe a spot on the front of his jeans. Eddie almost felt jealous, but then remembered that very important detail he knew about Robin. 

 “They’re mine. And he got Pringle dust all over the pants,” Robin whined, trying her best to wipe away the chip remnants. Steve once again pushed her hands away with his own, an embarrassed smile plastered on his face. 

 “Robin’s?! How in the world did you fit into those jeans?” Eddie asked incredulously, leaning to the side to check Steve out openly. Mentally fist bumped himself by the squeamish look that crossed over Steve’s features.

 Like clockwork, Gareth poked his head out of the door, brows scrunched in confusion, and then smiling when he saw Eddie outside. 

 “Eddie, hey man, we’re uh—” The drummer’s eyes widened when they landed on the eclectic group of normal people he knew from high school, “We’re, ready to set up.” 

 “I’ll be down in a second,” Eddie explained, his friend nodding and taking one last look at Eddie’s 3 other friends before disappearing back into the Hide Out. 

 “Well,” He clapped, palms sweating and that pit hardened uncomfortably, “I’ve gotta get back in there. Don’t be nervous and they don’t check IDs.” 

 And with those words left standing for them, Eddie all but threw himself back into the venue. Holy shit, this was really happening, he was about to make a goddamn fool of himself on this tiny stage in Hawkins Indiana and there was no damn way he could back out now. 

X

 While Jeff, Gareth, and Tristan tested their own instruments, Eddie fumbled his way through the scribbled lyrics of the song he’d chosen. It was a song aggressively removed from what the band usually played, Corroded Coffin’s sound verged on black metal the more the band wrote and discussed where they wanted to go. He was the most nervous that people would be upset by the sudden change up, luckily it was the last song though. 

 “Alright, you guys just about ready?” A buff man wearing a black battle vest with patches sewn in all over it asked, his hair slicked back with so much gel that it glistened off in the bar's darkened belly. His name was Diablo, and he was the one who let them do their first show here, and stood by him when he came back after the murder accusations and still let him play. Eddie’s expression hardened, and he nodded, his friends throwing up a few distracted sign of the horns.

 “Great,” The man grunted as he stepped up to the mic, waving at them to get sorted (and seated in Gareth’s case). 

 Eddie shuffled foot to foot in uneasiness, watching Diablo introduce himself to the patrons, the music cutting and an excited hum hovering in the crowd. 

 “Now, you know the rules, moshing is fun but if you bleed, you’re out,” Diablo declared, a beefed up hand held out pointing to some poor schmuck in the crowd. 

 Eddie’s eyes scanned the back in search of his friends but was out of luck, the spotlight obscuring his sight. 

 “This is a band I’d like to continue supporting. So, any assholes can shut the fuck up and sit down, you’re in my bar and I’ll put on whoever I damn please,” Diablo looked out into the audience with a fierce look, “And, without further ado, Corroded Coffin.” 

 There was awkward applause Eddie could only assume was from Robin or Nancy. Jon knew the way around a dingy bar show and Steve was too uncomfortable all the time to make a mistake that big. 

 “Good luck, kid,” Diablo whispered in his ear while he passed him on the stage, one of those enormous paws landed heavily on his shoulder. 

 “Thanks, man,” Eddie shot back, shouldering his guitar and stomping up to the mic. He gulped down any fear that had crept up from the tar ball of anxiety that sat heavy in his stomach; if he could face off a cauldron of Demobats and also sacrifice himself to those tiny, gnashing mouths, he could perform in front of fucking Steve Harrington. 

 “The devil… has come to Hawkins,” He spoke deep into the mic, voice reverberating through the floor and seeping into the crowd. With a flick of his wrist, he motioned for Gareth to start. 

 Adrenaline pumped through Eddie’s veins after the first two songs. The mosh pit came to a slow stop, some people still shoving and moving in jerking moves. Sweat dripped down his arms and made the leather sleeves of his jacket rub against the hair there. Right before their last song, he made a timeout signal with his hands. Eddie’s guitar made a whiny twang as he pulled her off his shoulders so he could shuck off the jacket. Some women hollered when his Iron Maiden crop top was revealed, it sat just shy of exposing his entire chest and his treasure trail was on full display. His low-rise black pants hugged his hips in such a way, a small glint of hope sat in his heart that a certain someone would notice. 

 “Heads up guys, this next song is a cover. Please give us the benefit of the doubt, though. Sometimes we just need to let these feelings out, y’know,” Eddie mumbled into the mic, eyes cast down into the sea of people who all stared up at him expectantly. 

 Inhaling a deep breath, Eddie slung his guitar back over his neck and wailed on her, to rile up the crowd once more. He grinned as the mosher's pushed back and forth again. After a few more screams from his guitar, he transitioned into the first chords of the song. 

 Gareth smashed the drums, which was Eddie’s cue, so he let his voice growl into the mic; 

‘You got me runnin' baby

You give me somethin' way beyond revenue,’

 The mosher's stopped but still stayed, enjoying Eddie’s vocals and the bands' more intense take of the Billy Squier song. Some women pushed their way up to the front of the stage, he played into it. Leaning forward so his curls hung around his neck, chains clinking against the mic as he played up the flirtatious act. 

 Goosebumps flushed up his arms when he saw the flash of Robin’s pixie face off to his right. Stomping his foot on top of the amp next to him, he turned his body toward where Steve had moved to. Robin was pressed to the man’s side and both of them stared at him with glassy eyes. 

 Eddie winked down at the two of them and moved his head in a snake-like motion, a wicked grin slipped onto his lips; 

‘When you come 'round I never get down, I fly across the floor

I can see you comin' on me and I can't ask for more,’

In quick succession, Eddie jumped down from the stage and let the audience part as he sauntered over to Robin and played it up in her face; 

‘You got my motor racin', I find my thoughts embracin' your every move,’

He broke the song briefly to chuckle low as Robin blushed furiously, Steve pointing and laughing at her. That didn’t last long though, Eddie fixed Steve with a pout before he licked his lips and all but growled the next couple of lines right in Steve’s face; 

‘I've been thinkin' 'bout you for so long, a nd I don't wanna lose you

You're my kinda lover,’

 Eddie swiveled away and missed Steve’s reaction, not wanting to spend too much time with his attention on the jock. Someone could notice the context clues before they were in a safe space, and a hate crime would be a shitty way to end his night. He hopped back onto the stage and made passing eye contact with Gareth, he just raised a curious brow at him and shook his fluffy head. 

 As he sang the rest of the song, he pounded his fist against the ground, amping up the dramatics as he repeated the lyrics, ‘my kinda lover’ . On the last one, he sat back on his feet, thighs on display for God and head thrown back in a very sinful portrait he hoped, sweat dripped down his back and onto the stage. The song came to a close, and he sat still in that position, chest heaving and eyes closed. 

 There was a beat of silence and then an uproar of applause, people shouted again and other slurries of words he couldn’t understand. But Eddie got the message, he nodded at Gareth who understood the message, starting up a heavy song they’d written the summer of ‘86. 

 Tristan and Jeff followed suit once they realized which song it was, hammering it out for the wanting crowd. The mosh pit started again, and that time around, Steve stayed off on the outskirts, but closer to the stage. Eyes wide with something Eddie couldn’t read, and damn, he wanted to know. Wanted to lose himself in the sea of hazel eyes and flirtatious teasing, allow Steve to take him however he wanted. 

 Corroded Coffin’s set closed out, Eddie never minded playing first, it always meant he could enjoy the music afterward. In quick succession, they lugged all their equipment off so the next band could start setting up. 

 All he wanted to do once his guitar was locked up in the back of his van was find Steve, but he knew that would be too obvious, so instead he followed his bandmates to the bar where Diablo poured them two shots of vodka each, on the house the bartender had said with a massive grin plastered on his sweaty face. 

 The vodka hit Eddie’s empty stomach, making him feel woozy as it burned away at the pit of nerves that had been sitting there all week. 

 “Eddie!” Robin’s ecstatic voice yelled out over the buzzing crowd, he turned to meet her with open arms and a hazy grin. 

 “Robbie, be honest, was it as good as last time!?” He asked, trying to keep his gaze on hers as he noticed Steve following closely on the girl’s heel. 

 “Amazing, as always!” Robin gushed, pulling away and waving a small hello to the rest of the band. 

 Steve was carrying a full pint, eyes reflecting the lights almost like they were shining like a beacon for Eddie, but he had a huge smile plastered on his lips. Eddie sidled up to him and threw a casual arm around his neck. He ignored the stiff response of Steve’s shoulders.

 “Well, Harrington, what d'ya think?” Eddie drawled, lips brushing the outside of Steve’s flushed warm ear. 

 Steve coughed lightly, like there was a twig caught in his throat, facial expression hidden in the dark, “It, it was great!” 

 “Huh, cat got your tongue, Harrington?” The post performance adrenaline and a small amount of liquid courage fueled Eddie as he pushed his way into Steve’s space, looking at him through his eyelashes. 

 Something curious happened visible to Steve, and Eddie’s heart skipped a beat as the jock returned the grin with his signature look down, a chuckle and then flickering his wide hazel eyes back up to meet Eddie’s, the hand not occupied with his beer landing on his cocked hip, those damn jeans hugged his waist in a tight embrace and it made Eddie’s throat dry up like a desert. 

 “No, just maybe curious about who the lucky lady you were singing about is,” Steve explained, but something told Eddie that the plan he and Max concocted had worked. 

 “You don’t know her,” Eddie supplied, leaning back against the bar casually, not breaking eye contact with Steve. 

 “Is she here tonight?” Nancy asked, surprising Eddie out of his tunnel vision and reminding him he was, in fact, flirting with Steve openly in front of all their friends. 

 “She is,” Eddie nodded, eyes still locked with Steve’s, trying to read him as he straightened his spine, which made him appear just half an inch taller than Eddie. 

 Steve broke their tethered staring contest, eyes scanning the people meandering and trying to find some imaginary girl Eddie had made up, the jock pointed secretly at a girl with long teased curls and her torso pale shining out against her all black getup, “Is it her?” 

 Mentally, Eddie slapped his forehead, forgetting that Steve was oblivious and just because they were flirting doesn’t mean he’s aware of it and Eddie probably still had to push him off the edge. Images of how he could convey to this man that he was the one the song was about made his brain ache. 

 “Nope! Well, I’m going out for a smoke,” Eddie clapped. Turning around and signaling to Diablo he’d like another shot, if he was going to make any insinuation, he needed a bit more bravery that wasn’t conjured from his adrenaline, from past shows he knew it wouldn’t last very long. 

 Pouring the shot back, he felt Steve watching him closely, just the thought that Steve was checking him out gave him goosebumps. He shook his curly head as the awful liquid slipped down his throat, leaving the awful burn it always did. Turning and clapping Gareth on the shoulder, the younger man gave him a knowing look and eyes flickering briefly to Steve with a grin on his mischievous face. 

 Eddie pursed his lips and tried to telekinetically explain not to fuck with the fine bridge he was building, and that he would explain later. However, it was hard to convey in one measly glance. 

 Sauntering away from his friends and letting his exposed bicep brush Steve on his way out. The area on his bicep burned from the one faint touch. Once he knew he wasn’t in eye sight, he took the stairs two at a time, mouth open in a silent scream. Fuck, he was horrible at this.

 Outside was cool, a small Spring breeze passed over his bare skin and dried out his sweat. It was refreshing, and cleared his frazzled mind. Igniting the cigarette he took out of his pocket, inhaling the smoke deep into his lungs and throwing his head back to gaze longingly up at the stars. There was a crowd of other people all smoking, chatting amongst themselves, laughing and some rough housing from the mosh pit still, but he knew they’d all retreat inside soon because the next band was about to play. Throwing a smile their way and then retreating around the corner, not wanting any of them to come over and talk with him. 

 He was pathetic, just a love sick guy who couldn’t have what he wanted. It would always be like this probably, he’d grow old and live with a bunch of cats, never having left he and Uncle Wayne’s trailer and—His self deprecating thoughts of loneliness of being gay in a small hick town were interrupted by the scuff of sneakers on the cement behind him.

 “Mind sharing that?” Steve’s voice filled the steady hum of a vent that was keeping Eddie company. The scene reminded him of when that other guy from earlier had asked to share and Eddie had all but ignored him, this however was Steve. This was who he'd been waiting for. That's all they needed, a cigarette, cheapest date he'd ever been on he thought. 

 “Sure, Harrington,” Eddie grinned, passing off the cigarette so Steve could take it with his outstretched hand. Eddie leaned back, shivering when his bare skin pressed against the brick wall. He eyed Steve warily, watching the way his pink lips wrapped around the orange end of the filter, the smoke creeping out of the corners of his mouth before he exhaled it into the night sky. 

 “Is she scary?” Steve asked, leaning in close to Eddie as he dragged a couple more puffs from the cigarette. Eddie’s brows scrunched, what was he talking about? Oh, the imaginary girl he’d told the crew about. 

 “Yeah, she’s scary all right,” Eddie grinned, heart pounding in his chest smacking his forehead over and over, wishing that this was going to be easier. Hoping that his heart wouldn’t have to be broken in order to confess his feelings. 

 “It’s a shame really,” Steve whispered, neck extended and eyes searching the night for something. The day that Eddie found answers on Steve’s face when he stared at him longingly would be an exuberant and profound day. 

 “What’s a shame?” Eddie smirked, crossing his arms and obscuring the image of the album Master of Puppets. He watched Steve’s Adam's apple bob as the man swallowed nervously, his hand around a loose thread on the Boston shirt Robin had hastily cut for him. 

 Steve scratched the back of his head, suddenly all of the jock's confidence drained from his aura and he was left to suspiciously peek over his shoulder as if to make sure they had some privacy. Eddie breathed heavily, his heart sped up and hammered away uncomfortably against his ribcage. 

 “I was… just hoping, well,” Steve stuttered, voice dropping to a whisper, “That I wasn’t reading into things wrong?”

 “You’re going to have to spell whatever you’re talking out for me, big boy,” Eddie breathed, was this it, was this the moment he’d only dreamed of? 

 “Maybe you were singing about…” Steve dropped his head down and chuckled low and self-deprecatingly, “Well, about me.”

 Stuttering heart beats faded to nothing as his heart skipped a beat. The big confession, Steve’s cheeks were flushed pink and if it wasn’t springtime, Eddie was sure the man would’ve been sweating profusely. And after all of his chaotic thoughts over the last couple of weeks the only sound that he made was a devilish chuckle. 

 “Damn, Mayfield was right,” He said, fixing Steve with an emotional stare. 

 Those perfect brows scrunched in confusion and Eddie wanted to kiss the look right off of Steve’s face, “Max? What?” 

 “She may have, uh… helped me plan this,” Eddie trailed off, wringing out his fingers and tapping his boot on the concrete. 

 “You, wait what?!” Steve blurted out, a goofy smile spread onto his plush lips. Eddie's heart fluttered, opening his mouth to respond and being so rudely interrupted by the sound of mocking bird, none other than Robin Buckley

 “Steve! We’re… uh, heading out! Nance has to work early tomorrow morning!” Robin was clearly tipsy as she hollered behind them. Steve swirled around and stuttered out incomprehensible words. 

 Eddie ducked his head, feeling the great sorrow of having to wait even longer, but if he’d been able to stick around for this long, one more night would not hurt him. 

“Hold on,” Steve growled out, jogging over to where his friends were standing and waiting for him. Eddie waved at the group, squashing his long forgotten cigarette under his shoe. Robin’s grin was wicked, mouthing something at him that he couldn’t understand. 

 Scrunching his face at her, he raised his hands in question and shook his head, trying to explain he did not know what she was trying to convey. The girl rolled her eyes and waved, calling out a goodbye to him. 

 Steve’s side profile was illuminated by a streetlamp above, the orange light really worked for him, especially with the crop top and sweater tied around his scarred hips. He talked to Robin, hands waving around as he tried to weasel his way into staying, Eddie assumed. While the metalhead took his time admiring Steve, he jumped when the man was back standing in front of him, his large warm hands resting on his shoulders and pulling Eddie into a hug. 

 “Wait for me?” Steve whispered, a shiver ran down Eddie’s spine at his words and all he could do in response was nod. 

 And with that, Steve jogged back over to Nancy and the others, turning around as they walked away to wave at him until the group was no longer in sight. Once he truly knew they weren’t coming back, Eddie rolled against the wall and knocked his forehead against the hard brick. 

 “Stupid, I am so stupid.” He muttered into the night, Steve once again leaving him in the dust to wallow in a deep pool of anxiety. 

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The Broken Hearts Tour (The Penumbra Podcast; Junoverse) "Are we sure this set list is where we want it?" Juno asks, plucking the still-warm piece of paper from the printer tray before it's even had the chance to settle and skimming his eyes over the page with a thoughtful frown.

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Everybody Bleeds This Way (911) As bitterly as he likes to complain, Buck doesn't really mind cleaning the rig, especially on days like today. It's late morning and the sun is shining in a cloudless blue sky, and it's warm enough that the water they're using to spray down the outside of the engine is refreshing rather than shiver-inducing. Somehow it's worked out that it's just four of them-Buck, Eddie, Hen, and the captain-and as things wind down, Buck is feeling ready for some end-of-shift shenanigans.

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Prodigal (Fire Country) Bode wants to kill him.

He wants to kill Odin.

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We Can Be Heroes, Just For One Day (Stranger Things) Eddie and Dustin aren’t in the trailer, and the makeshift rope looks like it’s been cut, lying in a heap on the floor beneath the gate. Steve’s stomach lurches. He almost throws up, probably would if he’d actually eaten anything recently. Instead he dry heaves twice, until he’s left trying to catch his breath.

If anything happened to them, if anything happened to that kid--he can’t even think about it. 

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Many Partings (Stranger Things) “Nancy!”

Steve has seen a lot of terrifying shit these past three years. Confusing, sickening, shake-you-to-your-core action horror movie bullshit. Not just seen, but been through. Survived . 

But of all the terrifying shit, this is the most afraid he’s been. 

Because in this moment he feels truly, utterly helpless. 

And because this is Nancy. 

“Nancy, wake up!”

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Damn Your Kiss (And the Awful Things You Do) (TPP; Junoverse) As much as he doesn’t actually want to be here, Juno has to admit pit boss has a nice ring to it. With the casino owner herself overseeing all activity on the floor from the security booth, really what he is is a glorified bouncer, here to act as a deterrent in case anyone feels like cheating. Taumata seems to think the eyepatch and frown give him an edge.

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Beside the Still Waters (Grantchester) Will is in a particularly good mood. It's a warm, sunny evening, the streets lit by the orange glow that comes in the last weeks of summer, with a hint of crisp coolness hitching a ride on the tail end of the light breeze. He's just finished checking up on Matthew, who's doing remarkably well considering everything he's been through.

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Juno Steel and the Inside (Wo)Man (TPP; Junoverse) The case starts the same way many cases start, with two words, spoken by Juno Steel.

"Why me?"

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Break (Wolf 359) Eiffel looks over at the MRI machine from his perch on the table and shivers. The whole hospital is cold, but this room feels colder and the thin gray sweats and white tee they've given him don't do much by way of warmth. His arms are covered in goosebumps. But the shiver that runs down his spine has nothing to do with the temperature of the room. Something about the small, cramped space is awakening an icy dread deep within himself, an inexplicable need to be anywhere but there.

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The Spy Left Out in the Cold (The Man From UNCLE) Waverly is unfolding a crudely drawn map when Napoleon stretches in his seat in an obvious display of boredom that has Illya rolling his eyes.

"I don't know what you're so worried about. It sounds like a simple extraction," Napoleon says with a sniff.

"Oh?" Waverly says.

"Another rich politician's entitled son, kidnapped from his private school or Wimbledon lessons, taken for ransom or leverage or whatever these bastards are after. We'll just waltz in, kidnap him back, and take him home to daddy. Simple."

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SWIMMING, FOR DUMMIES; LJN [TEASER]

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lee jeno x fem!reader

swim teacher/lifeguard jeno

slight slow burn because you know idk how to get my point across in less than 9k words of build up

genre; fluff, strangers-to-lovers, reader has mild aquaphobia, college-aged but no learning is to be had

warnings for this trailer; none? cursing, nothing too crazy, brief mentions of drowning

teaser wc; 1.5k / est fic wc; 10kish but i lie / comment on this post for taglist!

[a/n: i swear to god i am a renjun enjoyer i dont know where all these jeno wips are coming from]

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"WHO WERE YOU EXPECTING TO TEACH A BEGINNERS SWIM CLASS IF NOT SOMEONE LIKE ME?"

Jeno breaks the silence easily, stooping down to dig through what looks to be a bin of paper forms. From this angle, as he stretches for something deeper in the cabinet, all nine hundred of his back muscles seem to be staring at you through his black rash guard. 

Jesus Christ. It’s like he’s made out of steel. You wonder, absently, what it would feel like if you poked it; you didn’t know anyone that was this fit besides Ryujin, and her hugs always felt a little like being swaddled by a meat-tenderizer. 

“An old person,” you blurt truthfully. “Uh, because they’d have the most experience or whatever. Like those little elderly ladies who swim for twelve hours a day.”

"I see. I guess I'm a little different than an old woman, right?"

You glance again at his shoulder blades. They still look like they’re trying to rip their way out of his shirt. What old woman is built like this?

“A little.”

“Honestly," he continues, "You would have been out of luck either way. Most of the other instructors are still in college. But if we’re young, we’ll be able to save you faster if you’re drowning— so that’s a plus, isn’t it?”

You can’t tell if he’s serious or not. You smile drily when he turns around and he actually laughs— so you guess it was a joke— his eyes disappearing into little crescents, which momentarily distracts you from the bolt of fear that runs down your spine at the thought of drowning. In the next second he’s off again, down another corridor, herding you through a door he holds open into a more public part of the aquatic center.

You can smell the chlorine now. The dizzying scent of fresh pool cleaner floats in the air, and even with ‘Mr. Youth’ walking not even two feet from you, goosebumps still rise on your skin.

"You're the last duck, so when we get there it’ll just be introductions.”

"The last duck?"

"...Ah. No, sorry, I meant the last person who signed up for this block. It's a little hard to switch out of the kid speak when I'm here." 

Jeno flashes you a reassuring smile, and the cuteness of it catches you so off guard you don't even understand what's been said until he's pushing open another door into what looks like a waiting room. The chlorine smell intensifies. Through the glass on the other side you can see a huge pool, crystal blue, shallow and long, but before that sits a slew of what seems to be elementary school aged children, chattering and laughing and milling about without a care in the world. 

"Kid speak?" you echo slowly, wide gaze curiously fanning over their itty bitty faces, "What do you mean kid—"

"Good afternoon, ducks!" Jeno bellows out over the group, all of them whipping around to find the source of the noise and then cheerfully calling back: "Good afternoon, Seonsaengnim!"

You continue to not understand. Teacher? 

Jeno maneuvers around and through the children, to stand up near the doors next to another adult you hadn't noticed at first— a tall and (also) very handsome guy with dark upturned eyes, who is staring, obviously confused at your presence here, right back at you.

“I took a long time today, right?” Jeno asks with an exaggerated sigh. “Who’s ready to get in the water?”

The children cheer. And then it finally clicks. 

You could only imagine what look of pure, unfiltered terror lay across your face as it finally set in what Donghyuck really signed you up for. The duck comment. Why the ‘teacher’ was so much younger than you’d expected. The very carefully blank look Hyuck had given you this morning when you left your shared apartment to drive to the aquatic center. Donghyuck. Donghyuck had signed you up for a kiddie class. A class for elementary schoolers, for what looked like 7-10 year old children, to learn how to swim. 

You feel your face light ablaze.

Oh, god! That's why Jeno had been looking at you so funny when you told him you were here for this class— you were more than double the age of his average student!

Jeno clears his throat to regather the attention of his excited students, and you, horrified, look up as well.

"I’m sure most of you are bored of this speech by now. But for all my new kids: my name is Teacher Jeno. This instructor to my side is Teacher Doyoung, and our extra help in the back? With the bright pink rash guard? You can call her Assistant Helper.”

Assistant who? You almost go to turn around to find who the hell else is going to witness your misery until you realize that Jeno is gesturing at you— at you— with a very pointed look in his eyes. 

The oblivious kids only nod and smile and wave back at you before turning their attention back to the front. What?

"Great!" Jeno rumbles, hands clapping together, "Teacher Doyoung will show you guys to the changing rooms, and I want you all to store your belongings in the cubbies he shows you. For those of you that need them, bring your goggles. We'll meet on the pool deck, okay?"

Just like that, Teacher Doyoung shoots Jeno a look but then disappears out of the doors, the kids following after him just as fast. The sudden empty silence and wash of chlorine through your nose jumpstarts your overloaded senses. Your eyes lock onto his. You feel like you’re about to faint.

"Lee Jeno," you hiss. He was expecting this. He backs up immediately when you start on him.

"Before you get upset—"

"Before I get upset? So you knew I didn't know?"

You could probably count all of his eyelashes from how close you are, practically toe to toe as stares down at you guiltily. You're so embarrassed you could just die. "I… I thought you’d leave if you knew.” 

"You thought I'd leave and you still didn't tell me that this is a class for children?!"

"Dick move in hindsight," he agrees quickly. "But I was thinking, what if I just teach you one on one? Later, while the kids are doing freeswim, so they'll be too busy trying to kill each other to notice you. They all go home after that so no one will have to witness your, uh... learning. That’s what you're worried about, right?”

Oh. What?

"...Right?" he tries.

He’s offering to teach you… alone? Like during his own free time?

Your embarrassment dissipates like smoke into the air between you. Confusion slowly wins out over your agitation, you settle back off of your toes, frowning; and he exhales like he’d really been expecting you to jump him or something. "Why would you do that for me?"

He shrugs. His eyes dart away to stare at a fraying thread on one of his braided bracelets. “I just think it would suck to waste a trip here just because the website wasn't clear and you clicked the wrong age range, you know?"

"I wasn't the one who signed up. My friend did it for me.”

The venom in your voice seeps out. Just thinking about Donghyuck right now upsets you all over again. You would have to get him back soooo good to make up for this— Maybe switch out all his swim trunks for a bikini on the trip, or replace his conditioner with purple dye and ruin that 300 dollar bleach job. That would be positively evil. Or maybe you could—

"But why would your friend sign you up for swimming lessons?”

"Almost drowned.”

You barely miss how Jeno's eyebrows fly up into his hairline.

"What? Seriously? How?"

"Are you this nosy with all of your students?" 

You’re only teasing but the boy's face actually folds like he's about to apologize or something annoying like that so you elaborate. "I tried to impress a guy I liked earlier this month at a pool party, and nearly died. Absolute shitshow. Donghyuck, my friend, said the only way he was letting me near water again was if I took swimming lessons from a professional, so. Here I am. What the prick didn’t tell me was that he was signing me up for kiddie hour."

Jeno's eyes flash surprise and then another emotion you can't quite figure out before it settles back into general, ‘Wow-That’s-Embarrasing’ sympathy. Discomfort at the little lie settles lightly on your skin, rising goosebumps, but you ignore it. So what if you weren't telling the whole truth?

Jeno probably already thought you were a freak for not knowing how to swim. He definitely didn't need to know about the whole aquaphobia thing, too.

[here it is, sfd anon!!!! after your ask i got to editing this again, and... lifeguard jeno <333333]

[please leave a like if you enjoyed! interactions and comments 100% motivate me to work on these harder. thanks for reading!]

[eddiemunson-fanfic]

Best friends don't know the way you taste

Eddie Munson x Plus Size FM Reader

Warnings; Oral (F recieving)

Since Tumblr decided to delete it, I'll upload it again, since some was asking about it ^^

Part 2

“Hey Y/N!, wait up!" Eddie screamed across the parking lot at school, seeing you walking down the road with Dustin and Mike, running towards you. It made your heart melt seeing him happy to see you. You smiled at him and bumped his shoulder with yours when he stood beside you. "Still out of shape, Munson?" you teased, smiling at him while he bent over to get his breathing under control. 

"I thought you said you started working out?" Mike laughed at him. That made him look up at Mike and scoff. "Says the virgin!" Eddie teased, leaning up and ruffling Mike' hair. "Am not!" he said, pale face, looking up at Eddie. 

Eddie just laughed at his expense and took your arm, walking linked with each other down the road towards the entry of the school. 

"I have a question btw” he said, leaning into your ear, and while he did so you felt his hot breath on your neck, and you got goosebumps all over. He knew that was a weakness of yours, because you shared everything with him. And so did he with you. 

“Do you wanna join me for a concert this saturday, princess?" Eddie asked, almost seeming nervous all of a sudden, stopping in front of your locker. You looked up at him, curiosity clear on your face. "Of course, what band are we seeing?" you smiled at him, watching him relax when you answered him. He got so excited he just leaped his arms around you and hugged you tight, you squealed in his arms, laughing. 

“That’s a surprise for Sat..” he said before getting interrupted by the biggest bitch in school. 

"FUCKING FREAKS!" You heard someone scream at you, walking past. Eddie held onto you, turning around to where the sound came from, and rolled his eyes. 

“You jealous, Carver?” He said, squeezing you tighter, making you laugh more. Jason just looked at you and rolled his eyes before he “puked” and walked away. Eddie smiled deeply, looked at you, and kissed your cheek, putting you down on the ground again so you could get your books for the first period. 

“You’re not gonna get your books?” you asked Eddie, looking at him while he was leaning into the locker beside yours. You already knew the answer when you saw his smirk. “Nah, I’m just gonna look at yours if I need to, princess” he said, smiling. You just shook your head at him. Of course he would only look at yours if he needed, that was what he always did.  

You’ve been best friends since kindergarten anyways. He looked at you like you were his own sister of some sort. And Wayne was like a father to you. You never really had any father figure to look up to, so Wayne did most of the fathery things with you growing up. Seeing that you also were neighbors with each other. 

You always used to go over to his trailer for whatever reason. Bored? Eddie’s trailer. Hungry? Eddie’s trailer. Felt sad? Eddie’s trailer. Had problems at home? Eddie’s trailer. DIdn’t find anything fun to do at home? Eddie’s trailer.

And whenever you actually didn’t go inside? You guys ran around the park exploring like some idiots who’ve never seen anything else but the inside of a trailer. You were pirates together, you played house (how clichè), police, dog and cat, you name it. You were basically joined at the hip. And when you grew up, you started getting interested in D&D, and played a lot together. Started this group together called Hellfire. Eddie’s wish, of course, since he was the dungeon master, and got to decide what we should call it. 

“Eddie!” someone squealed, and you knew right away who it was before she leaped into his arms. “Hi darling” he said, holding onto her, smiling. “Someone’s happy today” he said. which made her giggle.

Chrissy. His first crush ever. He always had a weak spot for her. And ever since she started buying drugs from him, they became close. Too close for your liking, but you told yourself that he was your best friend. He would never ditch you. You hoped. 

You looked at them, and thought to yourself that they were kinda cute together. You cringed at yourself and just shook your head. “Bye” you said, closing your locker, walking to first period, not wanting to look at Chrissy and Eddie getting cozy. 

~~~~~~

Lunch came, and you didn’t really want any food today, so you walked out to the woods where you and Eddie always used to sneak off to, to smoke some weed or just get away from the people at school. But it was also a place where Eddie used to sell drugs to people at school. You needed some puffs before the rest of the day went on.

You walked until you found the bench in the clearing of the woods. You smiled when you saw your best friend had the same idea you had. He sat on the bench, rolling a blunt when you came walking towards him. He freaked out and thought you were a teacher or something, so he tossed what he had in his hands on the ground, with his hands up, surrendering himself. You chuckled looking at his frightened face. 

“Relax dipshit, it’s just me” you said, which made him relax right away when he heard your voice. 

“One can never be too sure if you're safe or not!” he exclaimed theatric, picking up his stash again. You just shook your head and laughed. 

“Got one of those for me too?” He looked up at you and smiled, giving you the joint he finished rolling. 

We can share, can’t we?” he asked, and you smiled back at him. 

“Of course we can! we always do” you chuckled, lighting the joint between your fingers and taking a long drag off it. 

“Just what mommy needed” you laugh, exhaling the smoke, looking at Eddie. You saw something in his eyes change when you looked at him.

“Something wrong?” you asked, catching him off guard. “Uhm” he coughed. “No, not at all” he said, sending you one of his popular smirks.

That was certainly strange. He acted strange, but you let it slide. For now.

~~~~~

You were in your bedroom doing your makeup, ready for the concert Eddie was taking you to when your mom called your name. 

“Y/N! Eddie’s here!” she screamed. “Send him up!” you said, and before you could even finish your sentence, Eddie stood in your doorway, whistling. “Damn girl, you clean up good” 

Oh, and so do you, you thought to yourself, looking at him standing there in his leather jacket you loved so much, and his famous black ripped jeans. You could smell his vanilla shampoo from where you stood, with a tiny hint of weed and cigarettes making their way towards you. 

“Stop it, Munson” you warned, scolding him. “Sorry, just telling the truth” he said, his hands up, in defence. “You’ve seen me like this several times.” You said, pointing to your outfit, eolling your eyes at him too. He walked towards your bed and sat down.  He even bought you this skirt one time. “You don’t remember the skirt?” you said, doing a twirl for him. You could hear him gulp. 

“I think your ass has grown during the summer” he said, sounding as he struggled breathing, you looked at him puzzled before you turned around and looked at your butt in the mirror. 

“You’ve seen my ass before dipshit, it’s not that big of a deal” you laughed it off, kinda impressed about how nice your ass looked. But he was definitely right, it had grown during the summer, and you admired yourself in the mirror for a sec.

“Which band are we seeing today?” you said to change the subject. Turning to Eddie again, you saw him taking something out of his pocket and handing it to you. It was the tickets for tonight's show. You couldn’t believe your own eyes as you looked at the tickets with your favorite band’ name on it. You looked up at him in surprise, your eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

“No shit!” you exclaimed, looking at him. He just smiled at you. “Happy early birthday” he said. You ran into his arms and started crying from joy. “You’re serious?!” you said, holding onto him. He caressed your back, laughing at your expense. 

“I’m as serious as can be, princess!” he said, and you pulled away a bit to look him in the eyes. You couldn’t catch yourself before you kissed him. His eyes popped, but he returned the kiss.

When you caught yourself and remembered what you were doing, you pulled away from him and looked at the floor awkwardly, jumping off his lap.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

He chuckled, coughing a bit. 

“It’s okay, I would probably do the same if I got that excited” the statement made you look at him. “No harm done, darling” he said, standing up and wrapping his arms around you, making you relax in an instant. 

“I’m sorry” you whispered. 

“We better get going if we’re gonna make it in time” he said, kissing the top of your head. 

~~~~~~

“I still can’t believe you got us tickets!” you exclaimed, tossing your cigarette butt into the ashtray he had in his car. 

“When I heard they were coming to Dallas, I had to make sure I got tickets for you.” he said, placing his hand on top of your head and ruffling your hair. 

“Hey!” you said, pushing his hand away from your head. “I did a lot of work to get it this perfect!” you said, tossing your hair over your shoulder for the dramatics. He just laughed at you and continued driving. 

“I hope it was a good birthday present, even if you don’t have your birthday before next week” 

“Are you kidding me? I’m gonna see my favorite band ever, with my favorite person ever!” you said, smiling like an idiot. “It couldn’t be better!” you exclaimed, looking at him, and you swore you could see his eyes getting glossy with tears.

"How did you even afford it?" you asked him, and he chuckled. "That's none of your concern" he winked, and you rolled your eyes at him. You let him be with it for now, but it didn't stop your wonder as to how he could afford something like that at all.

When you arrived at the venue, you could barely sit still. After all these years being a fan of Metallica, you finally get to see them live. You and Eddie were talking about seeing them live several times, never knowing if it would be happening or not. And finally, after all these years, you have the opportunity. And the best part is that Eddie is with you. Your best friend of all time were gonna see your favourite band with you.

~~~~~~

After the concert, you both were pretty tired, and drunk. You stumbled together out of the venue, laughing for yourself. High on both life and weed. It was the best experience ever.

Eddie stood behind you during the show, and you hsd the opportunity to stand close to the stage. You were first in line, and Eddie held onto your waist from time to time to not get seperated from you.

You looked back at him several times during the show, and could barely believe it. He was there with you. Your heart was so full of love, you swear your heart would burst.

As you guys stumbled through the crowd on the outside of the venue, you held eachothers hands, or whatever you could get a hold off.

“I love you man” you said, slurring your words to Eddie, who held onto your shoulder, holding himself up with the help of you. He laughed and looked at you. 

“I don’t think I can drive us home again” he said, and you looked at him. 

“Fuck, what we gonna do now?” you asked, and looked around you. 

“We camp, my van, tonight” he said, hiccuping between words. Which made you laugh even more. You just nodded, and walked towards the van. 

He opened the door for you as good as he could, and you climbed in. In the heat of the moment he slapped your ass, and it made you burst out in laughter. And Eddie climbed in after you, stumbling in his own feet, falling on top of you, you still laughing.

“Why everything so funny” you laughed, snaking your arms around Eddie, cuddling up to him. He laid down beside you, laughing, grabbing you and snuggling into you. You laid your head on top of his chest and inhaled his scent.

His foot reached for the door and slammed it shut, and his head fell onto the floor beside you. He huffed, and laughed.

“Thank you” you said, kissing his chest without thinking about what you were doing. You looked up at him, and the look he gave you back was enough to make you horny. Never breaking eye contact, you felt bold and climbed on top of his lap. He looked surprised for a bit, but soon his hands found your thighs and held onto them while you reached down towards his neck, and kissed him right under his ear. It made him moan softly by the touch. 

Don’t do anything you’ll regret was circling around in your head, but you didn’t give a shit. You kissed and sucked on his neck, making him moan in response. Oh how you loved the sounds he made. If you could hear them all the time, it would be enough for you to survive. You wanted to make it your quest to make him moan for you. 

You could feel his erection poking through his jeans, and you couldn’t help yourself from rocking slowly back and forth, earning more moans from him. 

His hands found their way up to your breasts and cupped them both. He reached around to unclasp your bra, but he noticed very quickly you weren’t wearing any. “Fuck” he moaned into your kiss. He cupped your tits through your shirt and squeezed and pinched your hard nipples, knowing you liked it that way because you told him once that you came just by almost doing that to yourself. 

This made you moan softly, rocking harder on his lap. He took your hair into his fist and pulled your face up from his neck, looking into your eyes, and you could see that his eyes were filled with lust and desire. He crashed his lips into yours and kissed you eagerly and passionate, swallowing your moans with his mouth. 

“You taste so good” he moaned into your mouth between kisses. You could feel your panties getting drenched just by that statement alone. Fuck, you’ve been craving this for so long. And by the eagerness from him, you almost make yourself believe that he's been craving you just as bad. 

“I wanna taste you” he says eagerly, pulling away from your kiss. You look at him puzzled. 

“Lay down” he demands of you, and you do as you’re told. With eager hands he explores your body. Touching you everywhere he can, until he lifts your skirt and feels your dampened panties.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me baby” 

He lays down beside you, kissing you behind your ear, which you love so much. He cricled your sensitive bud on the outside of your panties. Kissing your neck, sucking on it. Only thing you manage to do is moan. “Oh Eddie, please” you moan. 

He stopped, looking up at you. “Please what, princess?” he says, kissing your jaw, smirking as he goes.

“I want you” you say, trying to pull him closer, even if it’s not possible to get closer. “Where baby, I need you to use your words and tell me” 

“Finger me” you breathe. 

He didn’t waste any time, he crawled over so he was between your thighs, stroking up the inside of your thighs, making you shiver with the touch. He pushed his nose to your pussy, sniffing. “You even smell awesome” he says, looking up at you, licking his lips.

“Such pretty panties too” he says, brushing your pussy with his fingers, making you moan with the touch before he buried his face between your thighs. You were a moaning mess already, and you were sure you could come just by the sight of Eddie between your thighs. Damn it was a nice view to say the least. Your hands entangled in his hair, pressing his face closer to your pussy, as if it was possible. You tugged at his hair, earning a moan from him, which sent vibrations through your entire body. 

“I wanna suck you” you breathed, getting his attention. The way he looked up at you through his lashes, while he was eating you out was euphoric. 

He didn’t care about what you said at all. He was really going to town with eating you out. He ate you out like he never knew anything else.

He ate you out like it was the last he would do if he ever knew any better. He was so devoured by you, by your taste.

Your hands was tangled in his hair and he moaned slightly when you pulled at it, making him more addicted to eating you out.

"I'm gonna cum" you moaned slightly, and he looked up at you through his lashes, and you could feel him smile against your pussy.

He winked at you, and inserted two fingers into your pussy and you gasped by the feeling.

You could feel the heat rise in your lower belly, and you came undone on his fingers so hard, your legs were shaking, clenching his head between your legs.

He let you rode out your high on his face, and came up to your face and kissed you when your vody relaxed again. You looked at him as he hovered above you, smiling down at you before his lips crashed onto yours.

You could taste yourself of his tongue as he kissed you tenderly. But the kiss broke off to soon before he laid down beside you and motioned for you to come close.

You scooted towards his open arms, and snuggled close.

"You're the best friend I could ever get" you smile against his chest, and he chuckles.

"I don't think best friends know the way you taste" he chuckles, stroking your hair.

You smile a bit by his statement, and snuggles closer to him.

"Thank you, for everything" you say, snuggling into his embrace as he kissed your forehead, chuckling lightly as his breath became heavy with sleep. So did yours, and you fell asleep in his arms, while he held you close.

~~~~~~

taglist; @harrys-tittie, @eddiemunsonfuxks

[allystyles1]

just didn't want you to smoke alone-Sebastian Stan x actress!reader

I know smoking is a really bad thing and i am absolutely not supporting it, but i just found these gifs hot and wanted to write about them.

Sebastian Stan×Reader

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"Hey guys, has anyone seen Sebastian?" you asked the crew. His scenes had finished earlier than yours so he was not there at that moment.

"I think he's at his trailer or around somewhere." someone from the crew replied.

"Thank youu!" you walked to his trailer after you drank some water but he wasn't there. You decided to look around the trailer but couldn't find him anywhere near either so you went to your spot to listen to some music. Little did you know, Sebastian had also discovered that place and visited it frequently too. It was like a small hill, you were up in the mountains for the scenes. You'd sat there and swing your legs as you listened to music or read your script. When you saw Sebastian sitting there, you weren't expecting it. You went to sit next to him but he didn't realise you, he had airpods on. You kindly touched his shoulder and he turned to you.

"Oh hey, i didn't hear you coming. What are you doing here?" he took his airpods off.

"Nothing, just came to listen to music." you smiled and showed him your airpods on your hand.

"Great minds think alike." he joked and you smiled. "Come, sit." he patted the empty space next to him and you sat down, crossing your legs.

"How did you even find this place, i was so proud i was the only one who discovered it." you smiled and he chuckled.

"I was just walking around and saw it, i like the air and the view."

"Yeah, it's really nice up here." you agreed and none of you talked for a while, just enjoying the silence while watching the view. That was until you heard the sound of his lighter. You turned to him and saw him lighting a cigarette.

"Got an extra?"

"I didn't know you smoked."

"I didn't know you smoked." he smirked and took another cigarette out and gave it to you. You held it in front of the lighter and he lit it for you.

"Thanks." you took the cigarette to your mouth and inhaled.

"Why would someone like you smoke? You wouldn't want the amazing y/n y/l/n 's cause of death to be smoking would you?" Sebastian asked.

"Someone like me? What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, you're successful, you are amazing at what you do, you're pretty, people love you. You don't seem to have many reasons to smoke gorgeous." he explained. You were close with him but you weren't still that open to him. You actually had a small (not so small) crush for him that you were trying to hide. And your characters being each other's love interest didn't help it at all, he kept giving you nicknames and kept teasing you about it as a joke but you would always blush at those.

"Well i don't always smoke, just time to time. It helps me keep calm sometimes."

"And what makes you smoke tonight?"

"Just didn't want you to smoke alone, that can be depressing." you smiled and he returned your smile. "Why are you doing it then? You also have all of these things you told me."

"I don't know, it helps me clear my mind i guess." he inhaled a breath from his cigarette and you nodded understandingly. After a few minutes when both your cigarettes were finished you threw them to the bin that was close to you and he turned to you.

"You were really good today."

"Thanks. Learned it from the best." you smiled. He had helped you with your acting in the past, that was how you became close. He smiled and brushed a strand of hair off your face. You blushed immediately and he had obviously realised since he chuckled.

"Are you seriously still shy with me doll?"

"No, i'm not." you denied but the nickname he gave you only made your cheeks redder.

"Yup, sure." he smiled. You put your head on his shoulder so that he couldn't see your face. It was a normal thing for friends as close as you were but you were still worried about his reaction. He didn't say anything but wrapped his arm around you. His body was warm unlike the wind and it felt nice. He drew shapes on your arm and everytime his fingertips brushed on your skin you felt goosebumps appear where they touched. You wanted to tell him how you felt, you really did, but you were scared you would ruin your friendship. It would also be weird to shoot romantic scenes with him afterwards, which made you want to shut up even more but you decided you were going to tell him and pulled your body back.

"What happened?" he asked, his voice was concerned.

"Nothing, i.. i just want to tell you something."

"Okay, go ahead."

"Um, so, here's the thing... i kinda have a crush on you." you admitted, you weren't even sure he had heard you from how low you spoke. He didn't say anything but his face looked surprised. So he heard it.

"I'm sorry, i shouldn't have said it. I ruined what-" you tried to apologize but he stopped you.

"y/n, you said you have a crush on me right?"

"Yeah.." why would he ask that if he heard you in the first time?

"Okay, just to make sure." he smiled and leaned in to connect your lips. He cupped your cheek with his left hand and lifted your chin up to kiss you more properly. You responded his kiss immediately making him smile into the kiss. He pulled back after a few seconds and put his forehead against yours.

"Well then i like you too." Sebastian chuckled and you smiled before you kissed him again.

"Well then i'm glad you do."

I don't know if you guys read these sort of things but yeah i thought it would be cute :)) I also found another picture, here you go. <3 this is really bad, sorry.

[sagemusesoutloud]

Anti-Romantic, Part 2

(credit to the original owner of the image)

Character | Jaehyun x reader

Genre | nonidol!au, Mutual Pining, Slowburn, Fluff

WordCount | 2 K (bitesized for your convenience lol)

Author'sNote | I know this is kinda short, but I've decided not to rush the ending. I'm for sure not drag it out too much, but the slowburn reaaaally got to me and I ended up liking more than I orginially thought, so! I'll be back to post Part 3 tomorrow!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

I know that you love me, It makes me deeply drunk

You’re like champagne, I shouldn’t do this

You’re at the base of the stairs to your apartment complex when he pulls up. The window on the passenger side rolls down.

“Hurry! I think they’re about to wash the machines at the ice cream shop!” he reaches over and opens your door while you grab your two bags and your pillow. You loved him, you really did, but he had the flattest, most uncomfortable pillows in the world in his guestroom.

“What? Why didn’t you stop there before picking me up? It’s not like you don’t know what I like.” You’re trying to move all your stuff to the backseat as he pulls away.

He sighs, “Thank you Jae, you’re so nice to pick me up,” he mutters. You’d be a bit apologetic if it wasn’t for the grin he was trying to hide. “I’ve already spent most of my ‘special’ day alone, thanks to someone who had to bail on me. I wanna spend the rest with you.”

“I knew it, it bothered you didn’t it?” You accused while fastening your seatbelt. “Next time, just tell me, I know it seems as if I know everything but I actually can’t read minds.” You knew he was just messing with you but for some reason his words cut at the guilty feeling you were trying to push away. “I actually got you something this time around, it’s why I wanted to see you before the day ended.”

Jae parks the car outside the shop before turning to you, “wait, did you really get me something?” You sigh, offended, “well, if you don’t want it or don’t like the idea of it, then I can still return it.”

“I just thought of you when I saw it…” crap, it’s too soon for you to go anywhere near that subject.

“That’s not what I meant,” he shakes his head, “It’s just been a while since we shared birthday gifts.” You look away from him. If he kept this up, you’ll start to regret calling him. Your hands were slightly shaking with the effort of not reaching over and pouring all your feelings into him. Unlike what you’re used to, he was dressed down with a simple t-shirt and grey sweats. He looked so soft, and domestic. You hated how much you loved it. At least for work, you had both always been professionally dressed, which was a nice barrier for your thoughts. If you dressed professional, you felt professional. This helped control your thoughts. But now that you were here with him, it was definitely harder to keep track of your thoughts.

Today was a day for him, not for you. You took in a deep breath as you turn to look at the shop. It looked like they were getting ready to start closing duties. Even if you weren’t looking at him, you could feel your heart race with acute awareness to his proximity in the small car. He was waiting for a response.

You open your door, “yeah well…if we don’t hurry, we won’t get those diabetes-inducing bombs you’re so fond of. And this all would have been for naught.” You needed to get a grip, fast.

I can clearly see the end, Worse than a hangover

It will be hard, Now, Just end it somewhere here

“I can’t believe you told them it was my birthday,” he groaned, pushing off his shoes at the door. You followed suit.

“Of course I did, it meant free goodies!” You raise the plastic bag with macarons. “It just sucks that they’re all valentine’s themed.” You make your way to the kitchen to put away the snacks you brought, dumping your overnight bag at the door of the guestroom. Maybe if you kept the heart-shaped gift out of sight, it won’t make you as nervous with him.

“I brought your fave by the way, chocolate covered almonds and gummy bears,” you call out. He appears in the kitchen, hair out of his way with a headband. Be still my heart, you thought. You decide to hyper-focus on placing some snacks on a plate to bring to the living room.

“So, what’s the plan?” He reaches over you to grab a water bottle from the fridge, brushing your hip with his front. No no no no no no no!

Was he teasing you? You knew that your face would give you away, you could feel how warm your ears and cheeks were. You hated how honest your face was, and it didn’t help that Jae knew you like the back of his hand. Maybe this is how he is nowadays? Flirty and confident? You’d be lying if you didn’t find it attractive, but not when his attention was only directed at you. You felt like you were slowly suffocating but even that wouldn’t stop the warm light that seemed to burst from your chest.

It seemed so easy to pretend you were closer to him, to pretend this happened all the time. That you were close enough to reciprocate his flirty actions.

“uh, em,” you clear your throat, “actually, I remembered you wanting to see that movie last time we hung out. I have it ready in my apple tv account.” You back away with the tray, “can you also grab me a water?” your throat was suddenly parched.

You settle in the couch, grabbing the throw blanket behind you. Any physical barrier you could place between you, you’d take it gratefully. “You remembered? That was almost three months ago, when the trailer came out.” He handed you your water and grabbed at the corner of the blanket nearest to him, covering himself with it and moving closer to you so that you both could fit under it.

“Jae, there’s another blanket on your side of the couch,” you wanted to feel embarrassed but you just felt an unexpected giddy feeling at him wanting to be near you. “Yeah but it’s my birthday and this blanket is my favorite,” he says as he pulls you closer and wraps his arm behind you on the couch.

“here, put in your credentials so we can start the movie,” he hands you the remote.

You suddenly thank your lucky stars that the movie was an action packed one and not a romantic one. You couldn’t help but sink further into his side, wanting to be comfortable. As the movie starts, he takes the remote from your hand and wraps your arm around him. “I’m cold, keep me warm,” he mutters. Oh sweet Jesus.

Back in the day, this wouldn’t have been something new. Your friends knew you were very heavy with the affectionate touches. A hug, sharing seats, even holding hands. You never shied away from it because it was part of how you showed your friends that you loved them. Some of your friends were also this way, so it was never weird. But now that you’re older, and now that it’s been a long long time since you’ve been close to someone else, the once innocent touches Jae was giving you felt like hot brands across your shoulders and under your arm. If you focused enough, you could feel his hard work at the gym in the way your softness gave way to the hard contours of his leg that pressed against yours and how your shoulder leaned against his chest.

This was going to be a long movie.

You prayed that Jae wouldn’t ask you what the movie was about, you only had enough sanity to pay attention to the first fifteen minutes. It was all a blur after Jae pulled you half over on his lap, “you’re hogging the blanket, move over,” was the only excuse he gave.

Now, your legs were tangled with his and you sat almost on his lap, his arms encircling you from behind. He felt so soft and every little movement made your skin break out in goosebumps. You felt like a live wire about to explode.

“D-did you like it?” you started shifting to the side so you could face him but he held you tighter in place, resting his chin on your shoulder. “yeah, it was pretty good, we have to wait for the end credits though. I heard that they’re starting to give hints about The Eternals.”

“Did you like it?” he squeezes your middle.

Did you? You’re not sure, but you sure as hell loved the attention you were getting for the past two and half hours. “Yeah, all Marvel movies are great,” you finally concede.

“Wanna watch another one? You can pick this time,” his hand started tracing through your arm as you waited for the stupid end scene that was taking too long to start. Is it getting hot in here?

“Sure, whatever you want,” you mutter. He could have asked you for the most ridiculous thing and you would have still agreed to it.

Jae wakes with a start, the room was dark, the only light came from the still on TV. A show was playing softly, the clock under the tv read 3:45 am. He felt pretty hot, was the A/C not working?

He begins to shift when he realizes the position you both are in. Your legs were still tangled together, as if unconsciously refusing to let go of the proximity. You gripped his shoulder, your breath hitting his neck as you slept soundly on top of him. God, if this is a dream, let me never wake up, he thinks.

He usually hates being too close to someone, any sort of intimacy was bad news to Jaehyun. Either emotionally or physically, he kept everyone at a distance because he had seen it too often. How people settled for something they weren’t sure of and hurting those involved. He was aware he was too logical sometimes, but it’s what he knew to protect himself. Moments like these, they only lead to expectations and empty feelings, leaving behind only pain that even time couldn’t heal sometimes.

But why was he finding it so hard to untangle himself from your embrace? He should go to his bed and sleep comfortably, but at the same time, having you in his arms felt just right. Like two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together.

He could smell the light scent that was you and it almost made him squeeze you closer, as if it was possible. You smelled of spring, a light floral scent that reminded him of better days.

He was glad he woke up, he was going to enjoy every second of peace this brought him. He would store it in a little box and hold on tightly when the cold reality came back. As he fought with his drowsiness, he felt you nestle closer. He kissed the crown of your head as he finally gave in to sleep. I hope I dream of you… If this was love, he finally understood why sometimes the pain was worth a shot.

So stupid, sweet love song, extravagant rom-com

As much as I was happy, on the receipt there’s a red line

EndNote | I know this chapter was pretty short. In all honesty, I had written something else before deleting it entirely and starting again, but I really like the direction the story is going now. Hopefully I can update Part 3 tomorrow, but I'm really excited about it!

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7 with Luke please

TITLE: Uniform troubles (Luke Patterson x reader) [Marching Band AU]

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Request: 7 with Luke please (Marching Band au)

Prompt/summary:  Luke really likes to bother the drum major in the marching band.

Word Count: 1,219

Authors note: I KNOW LUKE PLAYS GUITAR NOT DRUMS BUT HE GIVES ME CENTER SNARE PERCUSSION VIBES!!!! Also I didn’t really know where i was going with this so sorry if the plot seems weird, I was writing in between my online classes today

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Some people say all drum majors have an ego.

I’d truly like to think I don’t, but I would be lying if I said I was always humble on my podium above the band.

It truly is a rush, having everyone stare at and rely on you to lead them in the right direction. I couldn’t do it all on my own of course, my section leaders are a big help in keeping everything in order. My band director handles things that are too big for me.

I never had any problems with section leaders. Well, except for a few.

Reggie Peters and Luke Patterson. 

Both high brass and percussion section leaders.

AKA dumb and dumber to the rest of the band.

“(Y/n)!”

I ran into the uniform room to see the youngest member of the percussion stuck inside a drum case while Luke and Reggie frantically try to unlatch the case.

“It’s stuck!”

I set to work on the other latches, “What the hell happened?”

“I don’t know!” he says, “He asked to be put in there!”

I rolled my eyes, finally after a few minutes of hitting at the rusted latches on the old drum case the boy finally popped his head out and wriggled the rest of his body to freedom.

“I swear Patterson if someone gets stuck in another case you’re on your own.”

His eyes widened, “Don’t tell Mr. Lockmore.”

“I’m not that cruel, just make sure it doesn’t happen again. You too Peters,” I said.

 Game days brought a different kind of hectic. Everyone running around trying to find uniforms, instruments, and equipment made it to where you couldn’t take more than a few steps without running into someone. 

Color guard always got ready during forth block. They took the most time due to having to curl and style hair as well as apply the show makeup they chose for this years theme.

After they cleared out of their room I would begin my process of getting ready. My hair took the most time so I did that first after putting my uniform on. 

BLAM!

The door burst open causing my to drop my curling iron.

“Fuck!” I shouted as the iron hit my thigh.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

I saw Luke trying to zip up the back of his uniform, “I’m fine. What’s wrong?”

“Everyone’s lining up, can you zip me?”

I sighed before carefully zipping up the back and adjusting the rest of the uniform, “You really need to start actually folding this.”

“I always have to load up the percussion equipment.”

“Ah,” I said, I sighed, “Well hand it to me tonight and I’ll put the uniform up.”

“Really?” he said, his eyes lighting up and i giggled lightly.

“Sure.”

“You’re the best (Y/n)!” he shouted as he ran back to the percussion cabinet to grab his snare.

The schools fight song played loudly over the screaming fans. Everyone wore wide smiles as we filed out of the bleachers and back into the band room. After loading up my podium onto the band trailer for the competition the next day, I slowly walked back to the school. Most students had already left by the time I got there.

I saw Luke struggling to tell his section what to do and fiddle with folding his uniform.

“Give it here.”

He turned with a wide smile and handed me the rest of it, it took me a second to realize he was shirtless and my face started to turn hot.

He slipped a cut band tee over his head and started lifting the drum cases into their storage area.

I folded the suit carefully before placing it in the bang and hanging it up on the rack under his name.

“You really have it bad for him,” I heard from behind me. 

Alex Mercer, the color guard captain, gave me a smirk and patted me on the shoulder, “Don’t worry, half the band has a bet going on when you two will get together.”

“What?” I squeaked, my face growing hot again.

“Don’t worry about it. See you tomorrow!”

I went into the color guard room to get ready to go home. I let my hair down from it’s decorative style with a sigh of relief. 

I reached behind me to unzip the back of my uniform, I fumbled for it with my fingers for a few moments. Sighing, I stood up to try and get a better reach. 

“Need some help?”

I jumped at the sudden sound, “You scared me, and yeah can you get it for me?”

He brushed a few strands out of the way, his fingertips against my neck caused goosebumps to raise on my skin. I felt the cold air against my back and for a second I was worried he saw my bra.

Thank god I always wear a tank top underneath.

“Thanks,” I said, it was almost a whisper.

“I didn’t see your parents, do you have a ride home?” he asked.

“Ugh,” I said, my arms held the uniform up against my chest so it wouldn’t fall down. 

He noticed my discomfort, “Oh I’ll-”

“Yeah can you-”

“Turn around,” we both said at the same time. He gave me a shy smile and I giggled.

He turned so his back was facing me.

I slipped the uniform off and grabbed my comfy clothes to change. The leggings and baggy sweatshirt felt great after a long night in the tight uniform and cold air.

“So, do you need a ride?” Luke asked again.

“I was gonna wait till my mom got off at midnight, but if you’re offering I’ll take it.”

I went to move past him but just as I did he turned causing my to crash into his chest. My hands caught on his arms that had wrapped around me

“Sorry!” he said.

I giggled.

“I always seem to be causing you trouble, don’t I?”

I smiled and pulled back, my hands still lightly on his arms, “Not any more trouble than I can handle.”

“Oh, so miss preppy drum major likes trouble?” he smirked.

“Preppy? Who calls me preppy?” I tried to play off my blush as confidence.

He giggles, “No one except me. But I don’t think preppy is the right word.”

“What is the right word?”

“Pretty-” he says quickly before realizing what he said. His eyes go wide.

“You think I’m pretty?”

“I- I’ve always thought you were pretty. I was glad when you became drum major cause it gave me an excuse to stare at you...”

I smile and duck my head, again to hide the blush forming. 

His hand slowly lifts my chin up and his palm goes to my cheek.

My eyes must’ve been filled with shock or nervousness because his next question confuses me, “Is this okay?”

“More than okay.”

His face got within an inch of mine and I really, really, hoped he couldn’t hear my heart racing.

My phone buzzes.

“Sorry,” I wince but giggle, “Well I guess I really do need that ride, my mom won’t be coming home till late.”

Luke stares at me.

“Luke?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, we should get going.”

I lean forward and place a light kiss on his cheek before rushing out to his car. 

Luke whispers to himself, “I owe Alex twenty bucks...”

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Ghostbusters: Afterlife - Trailer 2 Full Breakdown

This is it, this is definitely it!

A meaty and goosebump-evoking trailer just dropped today for Ghostbusters: Afterlife.

Much like the first trailer, the main focus of this is the family - forced to move to Oklahoma after falling on tough times. Janine, Terror Dogs, Mini Pufts, and Ghostbusting in motion as Jason Reitman has referred to it are all here. There’s a whole lot here to unpack, plus a whole lot that I’m sure we still haven’t seen. In fact, I would argue that we now have a pretty complete picture of what’s in store come November and are being shown just enough to tide us over until the fall.

This was a solid trailer. It hit all of the right notes. It invoked goosebumps on several occasions. And oh boy, does it demonstrate that Jason Reitman wasn’t kidding when he told us hardcore nerds that if we loved easter eggs, we were in for a treat.

Let’s break it down, shall we?

A GREAT MOM

The trailer begins with a very quiet and intimate bit of dialogue between Paul Rudd’s Mr. Grooberson and Carrie Coon’s Callie.

The two sit at a table, and while the trailer frames it to appear to be Spinners, a quick glimpse at the wall next to the two in a later shot shows they’re actually in a Chinese restaurant. In fact, I love that Grooberson has what looks to be one of the deluxe Benihana cocktails in a ceramic glass in front of him. Grooberson tells Callie that she’s a great mom, but she’s not so sure. Callie feels like she’s been a great mother to her oldest, Trevor (Finn Wolfhard). But feels like her introverted daughter Phoebe (McKenna Grace) keeps her at a distance. There’s a sense that Callie and Phoebe can’t find much common ground, and for this her mother is struggling.

I really love how the trailer gently brings us into the world, helps set the stage, and gives us several glimpses of some of the incredible cinematography in store from Eric Steelberg.

AN AWKWARD, NERDY KID

Grooberson’s dialogue reassures Callie that what Phoebe is going through is normal. He calls her an “awkward, nerdy kid” to imagery of her at school being teased. Ghostbusters: The Video Game fans concerned about if the story and events from the game will somehow be referenced or acknowledged in some way will probably quickly notice the Doritos product placement. Hours of gameplay has trained them well.

Anyway, not only is Phoebe failing to connect with her mother on a deeper level, but it appears that she’s an outsider at school as well. It makes the friendship we know she’s to have with Podcast (Logan Kim) that much sweeter. And you feel for her right out of the gate here, hoping that she’ll find that friend as soon as possible.

Callie and Grooberson’s conversation comes to a conclusion with Phoebe’s mother just wishing, “she’d get into some trouble.” As her mother laments about her daughter needing to be bold and a little more adventurous, we see a continuation of the scene from the first trailer in which Phoebe solves a puzzle built into the floor of the farmhouse in order to find a hidden ghost trap. Perhaps Ghostbusting is exactly the trouble the young and brainy kid needs?

As we, the audience, see the familiar ghost trap, there’s quite literally a drum roll added to the music scoring of the trailer. Perhaps Ghostbusting is exactly the trouble we need too.

JANINE, YOU HAVEN’T CHANGED

The trailer continues with the Trevor dialogue we heard in the first trailer as he explains to Lucky (Celeste O’Connor) that they’re broke and the only thing they have is a “creepy old farmhouse” left to them by their grandfather. But that is the lead in to our first major surprise of the trailer: a glimpse of Annie Potts’ return as Janine Melnitz!

Janine jokes to Callie that her father wasn’t much of a homemaker. “He could hardly keep the power on,” Janine says with a chuckle. If there was any question of the family lineage, this trailer solidifies that Callie and her family are Spengler through-and-through.

It should be noted at this point that the quiet music that accompanied the beginning of the trailer suddenly has these eerie choral notes added to it. Adding a little bit of that paranormal/otherworldly feeling but keeping the trailer light and playful. I’m not sure if this is Rob Simonsen’s score, but if I had to guess given the way the music builds and shifts, this is an original music bed for the trailer only.

It’s also interesting to see how we’ll be able to revisit the past in the film by use of footage from the original (as seen in the YouTube videos playing on various computers) but also the use of one of my favorite set photography moments framed and displayed in the farmhouse presented as a personal photograph. I know, given how some people reacted to seeing a headshot of Sean Connery used in an Indiana Jones film, these types of touches can take people out of a film. But I think the trailer gives us a great idea of how these moments will be integrated and I love it.

The trailer takes a hard turn with a great back and forth between Callie and Janine. Callie tells Janine that it sounds like her father has left her nothing. Janine playfully retorts, “Well, I wouldn’t say nothing.” This line is masterfully juxtaposed with Trevor opening the barn doors to find the Ectomobile housed under a tarp. The music comes to a crescendo as Trevor lifts the tarp and reveals the Ghostbusters Mooglie logo.

Let’s call this goosebumps moment number one.

THE ONLY ONE WITH AN ENGINE

It’s this part of the trailer where it does something that’s a rarity these days, and that I appreciate so much: the music takes a breath and completely drops off to give us a small vignette of a scene from the film. Phoebe enters the barn to find Trevor working on the Ecto. She ribs him that, of all the broken down cars on the farm, he’s chosen “the station wagon.” Trevor responds that his vehicle of choice was the only one with an engine.

The music and percussion come back in full force to score Trevor on a joy ride through the wheat fields of the farm. He seems to be having a good time.

So am I… this was definitely goosebumps moment number two.

A STORM COMING

Act Two of the trailer starts with a dark and ominous storm coming into Sumerville. There’s trouble in small town Oklahoma. Grooberson reiterates his line about a town with no faultlines shaking on a daily basis to Trevor and Phoebe. Only this time, he receives a response: “Maybe it’s the apocalypse.” Phoebe delivers the line to Grooberson with such amazing deadpan earnestness that you can tell she and grandpa might have a whole lot in common. Including their sense of humor.

The line gives us a good chuckle to break the tension but also sets the stage for what’s to come in the trailer: exactly what Phoebe has predicted.

EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON

As Phoebe tells us that “Egon came here for a reason,” an archival piece of footage and dialogue from the first film plays on her laptop: the commercial playing on Dana Barrett’s television at 55 CPW. As the original Ghostbusters give you their sales pitch, this is where the trailer really kicks into modern trailer overdrive.

Flashes of imagery including the PKE meter, Mini Puft mayhem at Wal-Mart, and more quickly breathe in and out. In fact, if this trailer is our Christmas present in July, this is where we’re unwrapping and unpacking what’s inside the box.

But we also get glimpses of a creepy underground temple with some pretty intense architecture and even creepier statue work. Terror dog/human hybrid statues flanking what looks to be a pharaoh with wings. And gaunt peasants all reaching out to it all. Did Sumerians have pharaohs? Or is this something else? Certainly seems like if there were Gozer worshippers out there, this might be a stone tribute to them.

The kids discover the terrifying temple and Trevor gives us an “oh my god” to punctuate as they see what we see.

NICE DOGGY, CUTE LITTLE POOCH

Right about this part of the trailer is where my brain explodes and I’m not sure where to start. Imagery is rapid fire as the shit hits the fan.

Phoebe looks into a cauldron in the temple (where there’s numbers behind her that we’ll have to analyze further at some point). And the cork pops on the bottle. As she does so, there’s a terrifying growl in the background foreshadowing some familiar imagery we’re about to see.

But before we get to that, two incredible things are seen as well: familiar purple PKE trails that look a whole lot like those that explode from the firehouse and converge at Spook Central. And, as Grooberson’s line about New York City looking like “The Walking Dead” is repurposed to sound like he’s talking about Sumerville, there’s an incredible physical creature design sitting at a lunch counter. A half-decomposed cabbie maybe? Wearing a 1970’s collar and neckerchief. To my eye, I’d be willing to bet that’s the work of Arjen Tuiten and his team of creature designers. And it’d make Steve Johnson proud.

Plus it’s such a funny image of this corpse sitting at a lunch counter, and the waiter is pour him coffee like it ain’t no thing. I love it.

Back to man’s worst friend: the terror dogs make several appearances in the trailer. First as a cool half-manifested entity above Groobersen and again chasing the poor guy out of a Wal-Mart. Is Groobersen haunted by these things like Louis Tully? Or is something else going on here?

IN A SPIRITUAL SENSE, OF COURSE

If there was a moment that I expected Ray Parker Jr.’s iconic theme song to kick into full gear, this would have been it. The icing on the cake of the trailer, after we see the dead rising from the grave and all hell breaking loose, is Trevor, Phoebe and Podcast all in the Ecto chasing after what we now know is Muncher. The editorial of this is insanely cool. And we get to see the Remote Trap Vehicle (RTV) deployed from the Ecto and how it’s used in the pursuit of Muncher. We’ve seen the gunner seat, but the beats that this moment in the trailer hit, well…

Goosebumps moment number three.

VENKMAN, WE’RE NOT HOME

After all the debate among friends if there would be a “Chewie, We’re Home” moment in this trailer - where we’d see one of the original Ghostbusters live and in the flesh, we got the perfect tease. As Grooberson, Phoebe and Podcast watch the conclusion of the original 1984 ad, the trailer closes with a phone ringing inside a very familiar looking Occult Book shop.

Tattooed arms (I’ve tried with everything I can to see what the tattoo says) pick up the phone and the familiar voice of Dr. Ray Stantz (Dan Aykroyd) curtly tells whomever is on the other end of that phone that, “We’re closed.” A perfect little tease if you ask me. Let’s save seeing Peter, Ray and Winston on-screen to the main event.

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Dating Jonas Kahnwald Headcanons

Request: Hi first of all i LOVE your dark (netflix) writing thank you so much for blessing this fandom with content ❤️ Second i would like to request if you haven’t done this some headcanons for dating jonas (2019) . Thank a lot 

No worries darling! I only know about three other people who write for Dark and it is a crying shame I love this show too much <3

Also that trailer??? I am not okay???

Okay, to begin with you, Jonas met you at the start of secondary school. Since no one usually leaves or moves into Widen, he knew that you were important - that you were exciting and fresh and new in this black hole of a town.

Therefore, when you came skipping into English on that dreary morning, eleven year old Jonas was nearly knocked head over heels right there right then. It was like a ray of sunshine had entered the drab classroom as you shook the droplets out of your hair and took your seat at the front of the class - he was so out of it for the rest of the lesson that Bartosz had to constantly elbow him whenever the teacher picked on him to answer a question.

When he picked up the nerves to go and sit down next to you that lunchtime, from then on, the two of you had been as thick as thieves.

It was only after Michael died that you properly started calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend - he was too nervous before, too afraid you weren’t actually feeling what he was with the same intensity. But after his dad was gone, he realised he had nothing left to lose except you.

Since you’ve known Jonas for so long, Hannah actually kind of likes you, in her own special way. She’s still blunt, and abrupt when she sees you, but the two of you don’t have to sneak out of the house when she’s with Ulrich anymore to go and play videogames round at Bartosz’s house.

Whilst he was still alive, you were also very close with Michael as well. Many mornings had been spent in the Kahnwald house, with noone surprised when you used to tiptoe down the stairs behind Jonas, or knock at seven thirty a.m. on the dot at their door to join them for breakfast.

You always took the seat to the left of Jonas, giving his dad a smile as he pushed your favourite cereal in front of you with a wink. Blushing, you’d use one hand to hold your spoon as Hannah went on pouring the orange juice, already having put four cups out, and you’d use your other hand to sneakily reach under the table and grab onto Jonas’.

The first time you did it, the poor boy started choking on his cereal, and Michael ended up having to try and give him the heimlich. 

Most nights were spent climbing up and through Jonas’ window. You always know you’re close when you feel your fingers prick over the bark, your fingerprints swirling over the ridged patterns. 

You move toward the light glowing familiar from Jonas’ window, the dim lamp on his desk, feeling the light reach your skin as you lean on the white gloss frame, knocking until Jonas is knocked out of his daydream and finally lets you in.

You’d always spend the night, as he finds he has less intense nightmares while you’re around. It would always end up with him lying flat over you - legs entangled together, his head resting just under your chin, and arms wrapped tightly around your waist, the duvet discarded in a heap at the foot of the bed.

For him, there’s no better feeling in the world than the feeling of his forehead coming to rest gingerly but tenderly against your own as he breathes out deeply, your familiar smell comforting as your fingers brush the blonde curls away from his forehead. 

Constantly grabbing your shoulder at school with that light little giggle of his when he sees you wearing one of his jumpers, and as time goes on, his bright yellow raincoat.

Most weekends, you’d often skip out on whatever scheme Bartosz, or Magnus, or Martha were planning, to cycle down instead and sit by the lake. 

He shifts uncomfortably against the stones and sand that prick like millions of little pins against his hands, the sun shining down on this ethereal summer’s day and bouncing on thin rays over his eyes, the warming breeze tingling against the goosebumps of his arms. He feels so uncomfortably close to you, on days like these, but not close enough.

Usually he looks forward to days like these, just to get away from Winden. Just to spend time sitting next to you, gazing at you, loving you without fear, but today even you surprised him.

‘Come on Jonas, the water looks so beautiful!’

Dragging him up, his ocean eyes widen in surprise as, without a warning, you make him yelp in surprise as you pull him down into the water, the giant splash sprinkling like dew drops onto the sandy shore.

That day, was the day he finally collected the courage to kiss you. When the two of you emerged from the depths, his purple hair soaked and droplets scattering of your eyelashes, the two of you just burst out laughing.

You stop laughing, however, when you stop and see the seriousness in his eyes, the heaviness behind the way he looked at you. There was no one around, just silence, and peace, and a million pine trees shaking their needles as if fighting against the wind, and yet there was such an intensity between the two of you.

Finally, his arm comes to grab onto your wrist, before he leans over to kiss you, and the world and all its troubles fall away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek as your breaths mingled, pulling you closer until there was no space left between the two of you, and never would be again.

[hiddles-evans-hallucinations]

How Did We Get Here? - 3

Summary: A famous young actress is paired with one of America’s hottest man. The closeness between (Y/N) and Chris sparks as they work together and after the sparks has made its way to the both of them, the media started to question their relationship. 

Pairing: Chris Evans x Famous Reader

Genre: Fluff, smut

Warnings: AGE GAP.

Note: Sorry i kind of jump in quick on this, I’m just so excited my heart burst into Chris saying I DONT WIKE IT. LOL love u guys.

 *gifs are not mine*

PART 4

‘Chris Evans seen with co-star (Y/N/L/N) in New York.’

‘(Y/N/L/N) getting cozy with Chris Evans on set.’

‘Chris Evans gives (Y/N/L/N) a kiss on her forehead.’ 

Pammy was busy taking the call from the medias who’s been asking about me and Chris, we have been filming so much that we even wake up next to each other. I told Pammy to not tell the press and media anything. Chris and I wanted to take things slow but taking things slow when we’re in the public’s eye is almost impossible. 

I was sitting on the couch in our hotel in New York, yesterday was our last meeting with the director and the trailer is already out. I really don’t know what me and Chris are right now even when we agreed to take things slow but I guess it’s because both of us never really ask or say anything about out relationship. 

“Hey,” Chris said as he walks in with coffee. 

I look up at him. “Mm.” I replied, that caught his attention as he put it on the table as he walk towards me. 

“What’s with that?” 

I shrug as I turn my phone to him and say, “We’ve finished filming, get close to each other, and I thought you want the same thing as me.” 

He arches his brow to me. 

“And what’s that?”

“Keeping it from the public?” 

He made a face as if this wasn’t supposed to be in our agreement. “You never said that and we’ve been seen for like couple of times.” 

“Couple of times? Our pictures are everywhere, on set, everywhere, Chris.” 

Chris holds up both his hands in defeat. “Okay, why are you raising your tone at me?” he asks. 

I frown. 

“I don’t want my relationship to be out there, I’m a normal person who deserves to live a normal life, and... I don’t even know what we are? We never really talk about it, so to have pictures out there as if we’re a couple, I don’t know.” 

I know why it gets to me so much, I’m 15-years younger than him and the media seem to only talk about it other than what Pammy send to me today. 

I got so frustrated and stood up to go to the kitchen, we were giving the opportunity to stay at the presidential suite from Judd so it’s big enough for me just to go to other room to maybe get away from him. 

“(Y/N).” he calls softly as I make my way to the kitchen. 

Every time I was asked on interviews, or just simply everywhere if I was dating him, there’s only two reactions that came out of me; not saying anything or just no. 

Him on the other hand, didn’t get that question a lot, it’s mostly just me and that irritates me and I don’t even know what we are. 

A couple of minutes later as I was taking out the sushi Pammy brought me before Chris came back, I hear footsteps. I don’t bother to turn around as I sat on the kitchen counter eating and looking down at my food. 

“Do you wanna look at me?” 

I shook my head slowly, pouting as I eat. 

“Really?” he said again. “Yes.” 

“Do you wanna know what we are?” I still didn’t look at him. 

“I can tell you only if you look at me.” 

I slowly lift my head up and finding him biting his lower lip to stop himself from laughing. 

“What?” I said, still pouting with a mouthful. 

He leans against the counter across me. “You are my girlfriend, and was I scared to say it to people? No, but I was scared to ask you if you already know that, because we spend a lot of time together, from the first day until now,” he sighs. 

“I can’t tell you enough how much happier I’ve been since we’re together, and I’m sorry I never ask you to be mine if that’s what you want-” 

“I don’t want you to ask me, I’m young but I’m not 12. It’s... I need you to just tell me if this is really what you want.” 

He walks over to me, taking the plate out of my hand and placing it next to me. “Of course, this is what I want, I want you,” he kisses both my cheeks. 

“And if it bothers you so much, I can still say no to the media that we’re not together, as long as when we come home, we can.. do.. this..” he trails his lips from my cheeks to my neck. 

I let out a soft moan as he pulls me to him. I am still wearing his t-shirt that’s too big on me. “So, are you still mad at me?” he said, lifting my chin up, distracting my hunger. 

“Maybe.” 

“Really, baby?” 

He slides my panties off my legs as he went down and started to work his way with his tongue. “Chris..” I grip his hair, as he cups my cheeks. 

��Chris.. please..” 

He stops making me look down at him finding him smile, licking his bottom lip. “What do you want, baby?” 

“Cut the crap.” 

I pull him up by grabbing his shirt and unzip his jeans. 

As he slides inside, I fall into his arms, gripping his shirt as he thrust over and over again making my knees feels weak and inviting all the goosebumps to come out of me. 

He kisses me deeply, his hands roam inside of his shirt that I’m wearing. I screamed as he deepens himself, I always think I’ll get used on his length but even until now, every time he thrust harder, I found myself screaming or breathless. 

I screamed once more, scratching his neck, telling him I’m close, “Chris..” 

“Give it to me, baby.” 

I feel like everything exploded, and every part of me is filled with more pleasure and joy. 

He keeps on thrusting as I kiss him passionately, letting him know that I’m still gonna be here and more than pleased to wait for him to finish as well. 

“Mmm..” I mutter against his lips, he smiles as my body trembles as he thrust. 

“(Y/N)... I’m-” 

Within seconds, I started to feel the warmth of him inside of me. He places his head on my chest before letting himself out of me. He looks up as I smiled at him. 

“Come shower with me.” I said, giving him a quick peck on his lips. 

. . . . 

“Hi, Chris Evans, Hi (Y/N/L/N),” the interviewer greeted us, we slightly laugh, no interviewer had ever said hi to us calling us by our full names. 

“Hi, there.” Chris greeted back. 

“Hi.” I said to her. 

“Okay, so, I’m just gonna ask, how did you finish such an intense movie in such a short time?” 

I look at Chris, trying to ask him for a saving on answering this one but he just look at me back and shrug. 

I roll my eyes at him and say, “Um.. I guess it’s because me and Chris had been in movies that requires us to have some like moves or you could call it humble skills that the director know supports this movie as well and knowing that he doesn’t want to take a long time on making it into a movie, we all get his excitement.” I said, Chris nodded, not taking his eyes off me. 

“Wow, do you learn how to do those moves throughout your career or?” 

I made a face as I was thinking. 

“Well, we do have physical training every time I’m involved in a movie like this for example. But, other than that for all the jumping, and all type of moves that needed much more of flexibility I think it’s because I also do gymnastics since I was a kid, and I’m boxing too on a daily basis, so I think it helps.” 

“Wow..” Chris mutters, hoping that no one could hear him but his face gave it away. 

The interviewer asks him, “You didn’t know this?” he shook his head right away. 

“No, nobody told me this? Like, the first time we were on set before the shooting, we did like a physical training and she jumps like a tiger, and I was like... huh... did anyone really make her do the training long before I’m actually here?” 

The room was filled with laughter immediately. 

“I did think she was a show off.” 

I gasp in horror looking at him. 

He made a face (gif) and let out his “hehehehe”

“Did you really think I was?” 

He nodded, “Oh for sure.” I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest. “Oh that’s funny,” the interviewer said, wiping her tears from her own laughter. 

“But, what was it like on set?” 

I frown, “Too much dancing, this guy right here would dance to any song or no song at all.” 

“Really? Chris is it true?” 

“I got really bored on waiting sometimes, so I would just you know... kill time-” 

“Ruining his touch-ups.” I added, cutting him off making him laugh and puts his hand on my knee. 

I almost let the whole world know that his touch gives me shiver. 

“You guys did really had the best time.” 

“Best time.” he added looking at me. 

“Okay, last question, you two never work together before this,” 

“Nope.” me and Chris both replies in unison. 

“Cause there’s rumor you guys might be together is it true?” 

“We are together now.” Chris said, causing everyone in the room to look at him making him all nervous and shit. I bit my lower lip nervously, trying to not laugh and also being so concern on how we supposed to confirm our relationship. 

He throws his hands together, “I mean! Now, all of us!” I burst out laughing on how awkward it leaves us and everyone in the room of how he’s secretly trying to confirm it. 

“Gosh.. that was awkward.” I said and everyone laughed more after my response. “Yeah, y’all make me feel like I was up for another rumor!” Chris huffs (gif).

The interviewer smirks at us. “So, is it true or not?” I made a thinking face, Chris does the same thing, I’m just trying to make people laugh so they really think that we’re not. At least for a little while more, before everything we do is out on every new and articles and social media would blew up. 

“He’s my best fwiend, we hang out a lot, does it always has to mean somethig is going on?” I said. 

“So, what is it? Yes or a no?” 

“It’s a Yo.” 

I laughed. “What is that?” I ask him. 

“It’s yes and no together.” 

“Well, I think we’re just gonna say it’s a no, cause you two keep on denying it.” 

We wrap up the interview and give our attached mic to the crews. I stretched out my arms and Chris caught it. 

“I’m so tired.” I mutter. 

“I wonder why.” 

I shot him a look, he puts his hands up in defeat at me. “Behave.” 

“Ugh, I don’t wike it.” 

[probably-writing-x]

Vacation.

Arón Piper x Reader

Request by @nxtrogers : heyy i love your writings, and i wanted to request an Aron Piper imagine, where the elite cast and (including the reader being a member of the cast) going to a vacation and Aron and the reader have feelings for each other and they start dating after the vacation. i thought it would be cute :) hope you have a nice day!!

Gif is not my own

Requests are open 🤍

“Oh honey no chance, I called this room first!” Danna defends as she pushes Omar out of the way of one of the rooms.

“Called it? Are we kids?” Omar laughs, wheeling his suitcase to the next spare room.

“Can we please just dump our bags and head down to the beach? The surfings meant to be great today,” Miguel calls from downstairs.

You’d been here for all of an hour and things were already hectic. As celebration for ending season three, and as goodbye to Danna and Ester, you and all of the rest of the cast had decided to come on holiday together for the week. You’d hired out a house just about big enough for all of you, with a huge pool and a view of the beach.

“Is this room still free?” You stick your head round the doorframe and see the empty room with a perfect view of the beach through the balcony.

“Yeah, I think so, I’ve taken this one,” Arón comments as he leans at the doorframe beside your room.

“Then please try not to snore every night, I need at least some sleep,” You smirk, heading inside and dumping your bag on the bed, “What’s the plan, are we heading to the beach?”

“I don’t think Miguel will have it any other way,” Arón jokes, “Meet you in five?”

You agree and split off into your rooms to change, finding your first swimsuit of the week. You grabbed a pair of shorts to go with it and some flip flops, pulling your sunglasses into your hair to keep the hair away from your face. It was a relief to have some time off from work, especially with the whole cast, and it felt like a good way of you all being together again before people started to leave. However, there was one person in particular who’d been your strongest reason for wanting to come on this holiday this week.

Rightly so, in five minutes, you are all leaving the house and heading down to the beach. Miguel’s already got a surfboard hired as him and Itzan head out into the sea. The rest of you find spots on the sand and make the most of the last few hours of sun.

“Can you put some on my back please?” You ask Arón as he sits down beside you, reaching out the sunscreen bottle in his direction.

“Yeah... sure... I can,” He fumbles a little, taking the bottle from you and squeezing some into his hand.

“You can use some if you need to,” You comment, pulling your hair out of the way as he applies the cream, “Wouldn’t want you to burn.”

He laughs, “I’ll take my chances.”

You try not to grow goosebumps under his touch as his hands are running over your exposed skin and try not to let your breath hitch in your throat.

“Ugh, stop with the flirting you two,” Omar waves a hand at the pair of you.

Arón snaps away instantly, handing back the bottle and pulling his sunglasses back over his eyes like he was trying to hide his face a little more.

“Come on (Y/n), you said you wanted to try and surf,” Miguel comes jogging back over, “You can use Itzan’s board.”

You let him pull you up as you both head down to the sea and he starts attempting to teach you the basics. You’re oblivious to how Arón watches you, smiling when you first fall off. How he watches you throw your head back and laugh when Miguel starts to lose patience. How you end up just splashing him with the water and trying again. He watches every move you make, so carefree and dismissive of everyone else around you.

“God, could you stare anymore?” Omar nudges him, “You like (Y/n)?”

Arón looks at him and shakes his head, “It’s never going to happen.”

“You’d be surprised,” Omar smirks, “Trust me.”

Arón looks back up over to you and sees you looking back. You offer him a bright smile and wave wildly. He finds himself chuckling as he offers you a small wave back, smiling at how much your extroverted nature constrasted him.

- - - - - -

The following evening, you’ve somehow managed to set up the fire outside the house and you’re all huddled around the pit as the sun has set and the cool sea breeze becomes more prominent.

“I’m gonna miss this guys,” Danna sighs as she sits back down on her spot on the couch.

“Me too,” Ester smiles, wrapping an arm around her, “It feels so weird to be leaving already.”

“To Élite!” Álvaro raises his beer bottle to the centre of the circle.

You all cheer and raise your glasses, leaning forward to connect them all in the middle. When you lean back into your chair, you shift your head to rest it on Arón’s shoulder. It doesn’t seem like a big gesture, maybe influenced slightly by your sleepy head. He looks down at you and smiles, somewhere along the way wrapping an arm around you to hold him close to you. 

The night draws on until you’re all parting to go to your separate rooms, all having a few more drinks than you’d intended to have after only having a chilled night at the house. As Danna leaves with Omar, it’s just you and Arón left outside. The wind has got colder, though still relatively mild, and you’re now huddled under a blanket, still wrapped in Arón‘s arms. 

“Do you want to head inside?” You ask him tiredly, stifling a yawn as you shift under the blanket. 

“Let’s stay here,” He mumbles, shifting a couple of the pillows so they can make a makeshift bed, “The stars are too good to miss.”

You hum in agreement and let him guide you to lay on the couch with him, his body keeping you warm against the night. 

“Do you know all the constellations too?” You question, shuffling so you could follow his eyeline up to the sky.

“I have no idea but those ones look like a fork,” He points upwards with his one free arm.

“A fork? Is that the scientific name?” You laugh, letting him find your hand to guide it up to the sky to show you some more stars.

“Those ones look a bit like a dick,” He chuckles, maybe a little bolder than normal thanks to the beer in his system.

“For fucks sake Arón,” You giggle, letting his hand hold yours there even now the stars seemed absent.

His fingertips slowly move, breaking away from yours before trickling down your arm slowly, creating unmissable goosebumps in their shadow. You hum contentedly and find yourself struggling to keep your eyes open any longer, falling asleep easily against his chest. 

- - - - - -

It’s a couple of days later when you all decide to head out to a club for the night - making the most of not having to worry about the hangover the following morning. You get dressed up and all head out just before midnight, heading down to where you’d rented out the top floor of a local bar.

You’re only one drink in when you find yourself already on the dance floor. Mina pulls you over instantly and you’re dancing with her to whatever song comes on, swaying your hips to the music.

“Honey he’s been looking at you all night,” Mina comments, leaning in close to speak to you, “He’s head over heels.”

“Oh come on, no he hasn’t,” You roll your eyes, glancing over your shoulder at Arón.

In fact, she was right, he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you. He smirks when he sees you looking in his direction and he raises his glass to you. You laugh and dance over to him, reaching out your hands.

“Come on Piper, on the dance floor,” You encourage, pulling his hands.

“If you insist,” He laughs, catching up with you and placing his hands on your hips as you turn around.

Sure, you’re dancing a little more intentionally than friends should do. It’s obvious you’re flirting. But when he returns the same energy, it’s impossible to stop.

The guys all nudge each other and look in your direction, noticing how caught up in each other you were. They’d known it for a long time, maybe even before you did. You two just worked together. If it was you being the only one to remember his coffee order, or him bringing you breakfast to set in the morning. The two of you falling asleep on the couch in your trailer, and looking far too peaceful for anyone to want to wake you. Maybe it was the way he spoke about you in interviews - telling people he’d found someone incredible, like you were already his.

All you knew was, with his hands on your waist, you couldn’t care less about anyone around you. Arón has the strange ability to get you completely wrapped up in him. And you weren’t complaining.

- - - - - -

As the day arrives for you to leave, it’s you and Arón that are the last ones to get out of your rooms. You haul your suitcase out and fix your sunglasses onto your head.

“Thanks for not snoring too much,” You smile at him as he steps out of his room too.

“Can’t say the same for you,” He jokes, setting his smaller suitcase down, “Need some help with your bag?”

“No, I’ve got it,” You shake your head, “I’ve had fun this week.”

He smirks, “Yeah, me too.”

Both of you were well aware that you were only talking about each other.

“You know, I’m glad we got to spend some time together. Without being at work, that is,” He continues, scratching the back of his neck.

“Me too,” You return, “Maybe we should do this again some time.”

He chuckles, “Are you asking me out (Y/n)?”

“I wouldn’t object,” You raise your hands in defence, “Come on, they’re probably waiting for us.”

You go to try and lift your suitcase but Arón is quick to place a hand over yours.

“Maybe next time I can actually learn what the stars are called,” He smirks, his words close to your lips.

You laugh a little but it’s cut off by him dipping his head in to meet yours and press a kiss to your lips.

“Guys I swear to god I’ll drag you downstairs myself if I have to!” Miguel yells from downstairs and both of you are quick to pull away from each other.

Arón grins and takes your suitcase for you, “We better not leave them waiting any longer.”

“They’ll definitely kill us,” You joke, leaning up to kiss his cheek once again, close to the corner of his lips, before pulling away and leading the way downstairs.

[xoluvx]

sex scene - zendaya x celeb!fem!reader

Warning: Smut. 

Word Count: 2.8K

Combining these two requests. Absolutely fell in love with the Euphoria sex scene concept. Enjoyyyy 💜*this took me all day to write so ya’ll better enjoy* 

NUMBER 1: Zendaya x celeb!Reader where they have to do a sex scene for the show euphoria. (Reader is female)

NUMBER 2: hi girl, can you do zendaya x fem!reader smut? i would love that and you are writing sooo fucking good

“Are you nervous?” your voice was barely audible, hushed and very much nervous. You were chipping at the single clear coat of nail polish on your fingernails, chewing on your bottom lip, but still trying to remain cool. Cool for her. But you were far from cool. Your heart was beating at a million miles per hour. Uncool. 

“Are you?” her voice made it worse. So gentle and soft. Soothing. Calming. Those were the words you would use to describe the sound of her sweet sweet voice. 

Were you nervous? Hell yes, you were nervous. This was the first sex scene you were ever going to film. The first time you’d be topless in front of an audience and later in front of who knows how many people. And the first time you had to pretend to be fucked by none other than Zendaya. Well, technically Rue. 

“Yes,” you huffed finally letting your chest deflate. Some of your nerves exiting your body, yet still lingering around your limbs. Limbs that were currently laying down on her bed. In her trailer. 

“Has anybody ever given you an orgasm?” you blurted not knowing what came over you. Maybe it was the adrenaline that was now coursing through your body at the thought of making sweet love to her or the thought of getting roughly fucked by her. Either way, you’d blurted it out and you were swimming in the silence. 

“No,” she said nonchalantly. Her expression was blank and you couldn’t quite figure out what she was thinking at this very minute. You weren’t sure if you wanted to find out. Lies, you did. You really did want to know more.

“You?” her responses were short, which made you nervous. Thinking she was being short because she felt uncomfortable, but nothing about her voice or her demeanor screamed discomfort. It was the complete opposite. She was sprawled on her bed, just like you. Her head tilted towards you, hands resting on her belly. She wasn’t fumbling like you were with your nails. She was just chilling. 

“No,” you responded. You really wanted to divert your eyes from hers from the embarrassment. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t look away from those beautiful orbs that sucked you in. You wanted to get lost in them. If she’d let you. 

“That sucks,” she replied turning her attention from you and propping up her body, sitting up on the bed. “Want to run lines?” she asked letting her hand fall on the bed with a thud. Her eyes on you once again.

“I think I’m going to head to wardrobe ,” you lied not wanting to get into it again. You’d already ran lines with her almost every day leading up to today. Filming day. Each day something new in you awoke. Something new was unveiled about your feelings towards her and you didn’t think you could get into it right before filming. You couldn’t afford to be a flustered mess on camera, too. 

“Okay, I’ll see you soon,” she smiled sweetly as she watched you stand from the bed, giving her a small wave before leaving the trailer leaving her in silence.

You were jumping right into the middle of the scene. The part where you ripped each other’s clothes off would be filmed later. The actual “sex” was top priority right now. 

The robe you were wearing did very little to make you feel covered. You still felt very much naked. Bare. Exposed. You would be in a couple of minutes, but you were shivering now as if you were naked already. Granted, it wasn’t a full on nude scene. You were wearing a pair of very small nude underwear. It was still nerve wracking. 

And the chills only intensified when you saw her walk in. She was wearing a robe of her own. You knew she wouldn’t be completely naked under it, not like you. Zendaya didn’t do nude scenes, but the illusion wouldn’t hurt. 

“Nervous?” she asked watching you cling to the tie of your robe, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You simply nodded, forming a small smile trying to keep your shit together. 

“It’s okay. I got you,” her words were like warm soup on a chilly day. She made you feel so warm inside, so calm, peaceful, and safe. The worries left your body. Hands no longer shaking as you removed the robe from your body exposing your still shivering figure. The sudden exposure caused your nipples to harden and you were sure she noticed because her eyes lingered on your breasts longer than normal. 

She cleared her throat diverting her gaze before removing her robe. You weren’t as obvious with your stares. But boy did you stare. Her legs, her flat stomach, defined ass, and the smooth skin of her breasts covered by the nude fabric. You gulped trying to think non-provoking thoughts. You needed to get through this scene in one piece and you were already in pieces. 

She just did things to you. 

“Alright, we are going to jump right in. This is Rue’s first time experimenting and it’s with a complete stranger. Y/n you’re on the bed, head on pillow. Zendaya you are between her legs, hovering over her.” Zendaya nudge you towards the bed and you blinked snapping yourself back to reality. 

You made your way towards the bed. Your heart was beating, your hands were cold, and you were sure everyone could see the goosebumps that’d form on your skin. The mattress was cold as you rested your back on it, it didn’t help with the goosebumps. 

Zendaya crawled on to the bed, hovering over your body. She positioned herself between your legs, her hands resting at the either side of your face. It was really hard for you to breath right now. How the hell were you going to get through this without falling apart? 

“Let’s start with just kissing, just let your body fall on hers Zendaya,” you heard the director call out. Your mind was foggy, you’d forgotten how to kiss. What the actual fuck was wrong with you? Oh, but let’s not forget, her body was now pressed against you. Your naked body pressed on her. She was pressed on you.

Zendaya brought her hands up to your face, she felt warm to the touch. Her hand caressing your jawline as the other pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. Her eyes were burning holes into you as she inched closer. Her head coming down to capture your lips. Your arms wrapped around her torso, getting into character. You were an actress. Act like you weren’t freaking the fuck out. 

“Perfect,” you heard from behind the camera. Oh right, cameras were rolling now. Of course, Zendaya wasn’t kissing you passionately for no reason. 

But you couldn’t help but get lost in the sweet taste of her lips. The kiss was gentle, but there was an underlying fervor. As the scene called for. First encounter, tentative yet needy and longing. The kiss picked up tension as her hands tangled in your hair, her lips a little more forceful, her body pressed down on yours. 

You were melting, but trying so hard to hold yourself together. Your own hands wrapping around her shoulders, bringing her closer. So close you didn’t hear the director calling ‘cut’ a dozen times.

“CUT!” 

Zendaya was the first to pull away, breathless. Her chest was heaving, you could feel the way it was moving rapidly against your own. Her hands loosening the grip on your hair, but still tangled in it. Your eyes fluttered, lips parted; imprinted with the touch of hers. They were tingling and longing for more. 

“That was great, very realistic,” the director stated glancing between the two of you. Eyebrows lifted, sending the two of you a knowing look. 

You cleared your throat bringing your body up on your elbows, forcing Zendaya to roll off you. This was only the beginning. You knew what was coming would be ten times worse for you. You were already beyond flustered and you were sure you were soaked. 

Zendaya had to pretend she was eating you out while they got close ups of your face and point of view shots of you looking down at her and you just couldn’t process any of it right now. Your head was fogged with thoughts of the kiss, with thoughts of how wet your underwear was right now, and how you were going to survive without literally cumming while she pretended to go down on you. 

“I think we are going to stop there. We will pick up later with the clothes coming off,” the words were both glorious and disappointing. You weren’t ready for Zendaya to be down between your legs, at least not in a ‘pretending’ way. But you were disappointed that you wouldn’t spend more time with her. Ugh, why were feelings so confusing? You scrambled to your feet, retrieving your robe and quickly slipping it on. 

It hadn’t been more than 10 minutes since you’d settled in your trailer. You’d slipped on your favorite oversized t-shirt not bothering to put on pants, only changing the pair of underwear that had, indeed, been soaked. Your face was nuzzled into the fuzzy blanket you made sure to carry around with you everywhere. Your mind flooded with thoughts of her lips, her hands in your hair, her body pressed up against yours.

Your eyelids felt heavy. Maybe you were exhausted from the heated make-out session or the thoughts that were running through your head, but you felt your eyes closing. A wave of relieve washing over your body as you cozied up to your blanket. 

That is, until you heard an eager knock on your trailer. Ignore it, your brain told you. But your body was already lifting itself from the couch, making its way towards the door, sluggishly. You opened the door slowly. The last person you were expecting was standing at the door. Her leg tapping rapidly, teeth chewing on her lip. 

When she heard the creak of your door, she turned her attention to you. Her eyes wild, hair still very messy, but she was now wearing her normal clothes. Before you could ask why she was here, her body launched towards yours. Her hands finding their rightful place on your face. Fingers spreading over your cheek, lips crashing into yours with urgency and longing. 

You blinked. Her lips moved. You closed your eyes savoring the taste of her lips. Still soft. Still sweet. With confidence, and you had no idea where it came from, your arms clung to her back pulling her closer. If that was even possible. Bodies molding. Lips connecting and reconnecting. Tongues now wrestling. 

You felt your body move with hers as she kicked the door closed before pushing you forward. The back of your legs hit the couch that was in your small trailer, you didn’t have a bed like she did, and you let your bodies tumble on to the cushions. 

Holy shit, was this happening? You had to remind yourself how to breath through your nose as the kiss grew hungrier and needier. 

The kiss was electric, but nothing compared to the feeling of her hand running up your thigh. Fingers grazing your skin before finding their way under your t-shirt. She wasn’t scared. She knew what she wanted. The way she cupped your breast proved that and the way she started moving her hips against yours solidified that this was, indeed, happening. Right here. Right now. 

“Orgasm?” she breathed against your lips as her hand ran down the side of your body and towards your thigh again. Grabbing a hold of your thigh, she lifted it so that it wrapped around her waist, her hips still moving creating a friction that was unbearable. Hell yes, you wanted her to give it to you. 

You whimpered as you felt her lips travel from your lips to your jaw, peppering small kisses until she reached your neck. She knew just what to do. The spots to kiss, the spots to lick. The spots to send you to heaven and back. Her fingers hadn’t touched the most sensitive part of you yet and you already felt tight inside. Like you were going to burst, any second. 

“Please,” you begged breathing heavily. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, hands flying to her head burying themselves in her hair as you pushed her down gently. Her mouth, her mouth needed to be on you. Now. 

She knew that, because in no time her fingers were hooked in your underwear. Pulling them down as she came down between your legs. You were throbbing, your eyes were shut closed. Too afraid to see her seeing you. She was so close to the most intimate part of your body, how could you not feel some type of way? 

You weren’t sure if Zendaya had done this before. You highly doubted it. With the way her fingers shyly ran along your core. Her mouth parting, eyes scanning the foreign territory. You opened your eyes waiting to see her next move. Your hands found their place in her hair, fingers digging into her scalp. 

Your eyes weren’t open for long because her tongue was on you in a matter of seconds. Still shy, but oh so fulfilling. Her tongue was cold against your warm core which was yearning for her touch. She was giving it to you and you were satisfied. You didn’t think it could get better than this until she started moving her tongue. She licked a long strip along your pussy eliciting a loud moan. 

“Sorry,” you breathed. Why were you apologizing? You didn’t fucking know. Nothing made sense right now. Her lips suctioning around your clip, her tongue slowly rotating and flicking, thumb pushing into your pussy. It was all too much. But the good kind. The kind that made you see stars. The kind that made your toes curls, your insides burn, and your eyes flutter. 

“Don’t apologize,” she muttered against your pussy. The vibrations of her voice against your pussy intensified the feeling of her movements. Her thumb now replaced with two fingers steady pumping in you. Curling upward. 

You arched your back pushing your hips forward. You were so close. You’d only felt the tight feeling in your pussy and the tingling in your feet when you touched yourself. You didn’t know it was possible for someone else to make you feel this way. And you were in awe that the person who was doing this to you was none other than Zendaya herself. 

“I’m close,” you whimpered, your brain literally could not articulate thoughts let alone a coherent sentence. 

Your whimpered seemed to have had an effect on Zendaya, whose fingers had now picked up their pace. Her face buried between your legs, tongue pressed against your clit focusing on the sensitive nub. She was determined, she wasn’t going to stop until you came. Until she made you cum. 

You were shaking under her touch. Literally hips convulsing matching her movements seeking your high. You could touch the stars that were twinkling under your lids when you closed your eyes. And you could feel the sweet sweet release. 

You don’t know how, and you didn’t really care, but within seconds you felt a shock of pins and needles coursing from the bottom of your feet all the way up to your core. You felt yourself clenching around her fingers. Your clit pulsing against her tongue. Flashes of colors projected behind your lids. 

The feeling was blinding and you couldn’t control the sounds that were currently coming out of your lips. The sound you were making weren’t like anything you’d ever experienced. But hell, what Zendaya had just done to you was something you’d never experienced before. 

Zendaya held her position for a few seconds, your hands still buried in her hair holding her close to your core. The warmth of her breathing was bringing you comfort as you came down from the clouds.

Her hand sprawled across your torso, reaching up to grab a hold of your jaw. 

“How was that?” she asked bringing her body upwards so that she was hovering over you, hand caressing your cheek now. She watched the way you batted your lids, your lips parted as you tried to find the words to describe what you felt. You couldn’t. 

Instead you pushed your face up, bringing one of your hands to the back of her head pulling her into a heated kiss. You don’t know how long it lasted. Must have been seconds, but it felt like hours. When you both needed air, you pressed your forehead against hers. Arm wrapped around her shoulders.

“How about I show you?” you whispered against her lips connecting them yet again. 

You were definitely going to show her. 

[risukadarlin]

[yuugen romantica] mantenkou vol. 3: merry - track two

2; a peaceful and disquieting movie theatre

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Thanks to all the fussing before we left, we only just made it in time.

Let’s see… F… Q…

Ah, this is our seat!

We were lucky to get a seat right at the front!

Actually, we’re the only people here…

Well, it’s late and most couples would usually watch a romance movie.

I shouldn’t be surprised.

Ah, it’s starting.

I’m excited.

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Ah, traditional Japanese horror movies really are great.

The gradual build-up of tension is indescribable!

Ah! What’s the matter?!

If you hold my hand, I’ll get shy…

You’re shaking…

It is quite an emotionally heavy story.

If you’re too scared we can leave.

You don’t look okay…

I understand.

Then let me do this.

I’m sorry for possessing you.

I can’t hug you in the theatre like I can at home.

Can you relax more like this?

I’m glad.

Ah, I’m sorry for being so noisy so close to your ear.

I’ll be quiet for now.

Really?

Then I’ll talk while we’re watching it.

Ah, this scene was in the trailer too.

If I remember correctly, it comes from behind…

You can’t scream like that in the cinema.

There aren’t any other customers now so it’s okay, but…

But it was amazing…

The sound of your scream echoing in an empty movie theatre.

This is getting quite fun.

Do you want me to add other special effects?

I can send a chill down your spine.

Just like this…

Ah, that was perfect timing.

My hand is cold, isn’t it?

You’ve got goosebumps.

Here, right where I’m touching…

Are you okay?

Isn’t it thrilling? It’s almost like we’re in the movie.

What should I do next?

Don’t say that.

You’re so cute when you’re scared.

Let me do this for just a bit longer.

Here.

A really tense scene just started.

You should brace yourself.

Please look at the screen.

That was me.

Haha.

You’re always so cute when you’re scared, no matter how many times I see it.

Huh?

Ah.

I’m sorry.

I teased you too much.

I apologise.

I’m right by your side so let’s enjoy it properly from now on.

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That was so impressive!

When the ghost came out of the screen, I felt a sense of kinship!

But it was such a surprising ending.

It was more like a monster than a ghost.

They had to fight it off with a bazooka.

Yes, I wanted tension from the first half to continue all the way through.

But it was an interesting movie.

Hm?

This limited seasonal burger is delicious.

You can have some of my fries, if you want.

Eh? “Why am I so familiar with this restaurant”?

Ah, the truth is...

I used to come to places like this sometimes before I ended up at Nanagiri Academy.

I wasn’t hungry but it always seemed fun.

There are always people here even at night.

My feet would bring me here before I even realised it.

I didn’t know how to transform into a human back then.

I’d just hide in the very corner of the shop.

It was comforting just to be by someone’s side.

I was alone from the moment I first opened my eyes.

All I could do was scare people and wander aimlessly.

I must have been subconsciously searching for warmth.

I never thought my life would end up like this.

No one in this store…

No, no one on earth could have foreseen it.

The idea that a terrifying urban legend would fall in love and live happily.

It seems--

Huh?

Is it a power cut?

Stay there, moving could be dangerous.

Ah, of course.

It must be scary after seeing that movie.

Wait a second.

I’m right here.

Please try not to worry.

Yes, you’re a good girl.

Now you mention in…

Do you remember?

When we first met, I went to your house and accidentally turned off the breaker.

You were still scared of me then.

You were so surprised you threw your phone across the room.

That’s right!

You were surprised by my powers---

Huh?

What was that?

The sound of a bell?

Huh? Ah, it’s nothing!

I’m sorry! I spaced out.

It’s really nothing.

Ah, good.

The lights came back on.

I didn’t think there were blackouts this short.

We got interrupted, didn’t we?

Erm… What were we talking about?

Ah, that’s right!

You threw your phone in surprise and…

And…

Then what happened?

Ah, no, I just forgot.

How rude of me.

Isn’t that weird?

Maybe I’m tired.

That’s right.

Let’s hurry home and rest for today.

But…

I’d never forget one of our memories…