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restinslices · 1 year ago

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Could you do the Earthrealm champions being invited by GN!reader to dance with them in a video?

If you need song ideas for this request, I got you covered:

Bet y’all ain’t know I like K-pop. Expect the unexpected. My internet is being dumb asf and I cannot add gifs so you’re getting dumb pictures I found on Pinterest

Johnny Cage

“I’m a star sweetheart, I don’t have time for silly videos”

*Proceeds to dance with passion*

Johnny cannot take shit seriously so if you think he’d be too proud to do a little dance for a video, you’re smoking

He probably wears something way over the top for the video as if he’s actually performing for a crowd

I don’t think Johnny is a natural dancer but he makes do. He probably practices to make sure he doesn’t look stupid and you’ll have to record the video multiple times until he’s satisfied

“I don’t like that one or that one or that one or-” “I’m gonna find a new partner. Oh my gosh”

Honestly I think he has more fun than you

“I think I should add ‘dancer’ to my lists of talents”

He probably asks to do it again

Idk if I see Johnny being into K-pop but the interest would start here and spiral

I also feel like he enjoys dances from girl groups more than boy groups. I once again don’t know why I think this way but it makes sense in my head

Likes more simple dances. It keeps the focus on his pretty face and outfits

“I think I’d be fantastic in a girl group” “Ok Johnny”

It’s giving “nurse! He’s out again!”

He has a new hyperfixation now. I hope you’re proud of yourself

Favorite thing to dance to is Cupid by Fifty Fifty

Kenshi Takahashi

Only does it because you asked him to, and even then he doesn’t really want to

He doesn’t hate dancing but he just doesn’t do it

Considering he escaped from the Yakuza, him being in a video with you isn’t the best idea. You can call him paranoid. He calls himself careful.

When he finally agrees, he's wearing the most obnoxious get up; hoodie, sweatpants, a hat, glasses, a mask and gloves. It's so no one can know who he is, but who in the Yakuza is randomly watching dance videos?

He won't change his mind though and wears it all.

You have to do an easy dance otherwise he'll sweat himself to death

I don't see him going out of his way to do it again. It was alright to him. He's not big on dancing so learning a dance then doing it wasn't the best way to spend his time. Also he was extremely sweaty so he's not tryna do it again

He will if you ask, but he won't bring it up first

He's trying to not be noticed but people can't help but notice him

I feel like he favors boy groups only slightly. Favorite thing to dance to is Still 24K by 24K but only the chorus because once again, sweat and heat. And YES I picked 24K because I'm never letting their name die. I miss them

Kung Lao

“I have better things to do, like training new recruits at the Academy” “If you're too scared of me dancing better than you, just say that”

He learns the dance that night

He's competitive so what's supposed to be a sweet couples thing, turns serious

Wants to do a hard dance just to prove how great he is even if it's stupid

Legit is angrily typing “hard kpop dances” and picking one at random

He has you ask the audience to comment who danced better or do a poll

If he wins, he's ecstatic and wants to continue showing off. If he loses, he's bitter. The vote was rigged. Real “Stop the count!” type shit

If he loses he wants to do it again so he can do better. He legit can't let it go. The problem is he keeps diving into hard ass dances and refuses to start simple

You have to pry his hands off the keyboard and help him pick something simple

Once he stops being stubborn then you two can actually have fun. Dancing can become a regular thing, but he's gonna keep making it a challenge

In his eyes, he always wins

Idk if he has a preference for boy or girl groups. I'll say his favorite thing to dance to is Monster by Exo because I feel like he'd want to do Chanyeol's jump

Raiden

I think he'd be shy at first. Super Shy if you will

He doesn't wanna fuck it up, yk? After being told it's not that deep and it's just for fun, he agrees

Besides Johnny, he's probably having the most fun. I feel like he enjoys spending time with the people he cares about and this is doing just that

Wants to do it again because it's spending time with you and it makes you happy

Before I even end this, he's a girl group stan and I'm standing on it

Idk why but I think he'd like 4Minute and I'm not changing my mind. He'd be bummed they're not together anymore

Honestly, his favorite groups have probably all disbanded or are on hiatus. He's not having a good time

“I like 4Minute” “disbanded” “2NE1?” “disbanded” “Miss A?” “disbanded” “CLC?” “I don't think they're disbanded but they're doing their own thing” “I hate my life”

I just feel like he'd have bad luck

Dancing becomes a new hobby though. He can't always be getting rid of threats.

Mainly does it with you

His favorite thing to dance to is Whatcha Doin’ Today by 4Minute. Honestly I can see that being his favorite song which is a real shame cause I think his favorite would be Jihyun and she got like, one line (I'm projecting)

Liu Kang

Big problem with your plan. He has glowing eyes and shades hardly dull them. How's he gonna hide that?

With TWO pairs of shades of course

I think he'd be reluctant to make the video because his existence isn't supposed to be known by random people

He'd be willing to dance with you alone, he's just not sure about the video and he won't be sure until you come up with a good idea that'll get rid of that problem

You can post it on your close friends though. They make sense

I feel like he'd like dancing to some random ass unknown group from the 80s or 90s. Who even are these people?

He did watch as civilization grew so he's seen tons of groups form and disband so I guess it's not surprising he knows smaller groups.

Idk if he'd have a preference for boy groups or girl groups. If it's good music, it's good music

I don't think it'd become a new hobby for him. He's not reluctant about it like Kenshi, it just doesn't interest him as much as you'd like

He makes it known he's doing this for you. Not in an asshole way, but in a “I really like when you're happy” type of way

I'm NOT looking up old ass groups just for this so imma say his favorite thing to dance to is Kard in general. Why? Idk. I’m spreading an agenda

I wanna write more MK1 intros but I’m brain empty. I’m miserable This was also short. My bad anon. Everyone has around 230 words

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therealslimshakespeare · 9 months ago

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Thrilled to hear there will be more naughty sleepovers! Might there be an entry forthcoming about dear Dougie aka James Douglass? Inquiring minds want to know!

Oooh Dougie my man, yes, yes thank you, I adore this fella! Come on in, bring in the beer and snacks, can’t have a dry slumber party in honor of this fella, that’s for certain. Special thanks to my contributors: @suraemoon @faegoddessog

Cock-versations || James Douglass Edition

nsfw (AF!) below the cut:

Sordid details: Gosh, how many ways can I describe cocks? The thing is that my vocabulary will run out long before the sheer and varied abundance of cock types has been exhausted. So, while fearing becoming a little repetitive here -I must direct you to the fingers and proclaim: girth. A good average in length but he’s got such a lovely stretch to give and the capable tool is set in a bevy of black curls. Which makes it look pale in comparison, with a little pink tinge and a few startlingly blue veins winding around the pillar. He’s got a seemingly small tip again, by comparison. He likes to get his in some kind of kinky manner but frequency, that’s his highest priority. Pretty substantial balls but they're very tight and round.

A note on the wielder of the weapon: here we’ve got another man who will stand alongside Rosie in his ability and need to make you laugh during. “More rubbers than he can count??” Oh this ain’t his first rodeo and his enthusiasm for the sport exceeds his condom count -and sometimes his talent but eh, whatever. An unapologetic little shit, when y’all have time you’d best prepare to get the living daylights edged outta ya, he’s a terrible tease and now he’s become aware of the galgasm he’s all about going after it in typical bombardier style: accuracy and precision but a deep seated capability to adjust as needed and still be accurate -dynamite combo after some initial bumbling.

Ad libbing the pussy: King of the Quickie, he’s a very eager fella and he’s into some kinky shit, into impossible positions for the hilarity of it and happy to contort himself impossibly too. Quickies are a way of life for this guy, not that he doesn’t like to have long excursions into romance and intimacy but he needs his fill on the hour, so to speak, so he’s gotta sneak it in regularly in between. He’s so smooth about it too, can slip you away so quick, slip into you before you can say “Flynn!”. Now, now, it must be said that he asks so sweetly, he’s a real gem, but then when he’s at it it’s like a Labrador puppy humping a leg. His voice so soft and sweet just to ask to fuck you, because you’re so pretty and distracting and it does things to him, he never forgets how lucky he is to have you despite how frequently he makes use of your allowance.

1940’s Fucbois -they don’t make ‘em like they used to.

A Jabberer: he’s such a chatty bastard when he’s inside you too, chatting between grunts and moans. Some of it's downright looney but it’s all very grateful and very flattering. I mean come on Dougie, lemme hear about how you love how this pussy feels and now onto the score and then yes ask me if I’m down to go boating next week like -yes I can handle that, keep talking to me baby boy. Ain’t stingy with his compliments either so, that’s nice, loves to spin a yarn about how fabulous you are -sometimes that brand of fabulousness should not be shared at a funeral with all your aunts around.

A comment on finesse: He lets out a whole lotta “ya like that? ya like that?” and then he’s one of those unicorn men who actually keeps doing the motion you asked him to keep doing. You ask him to do something and immediately you got it just how you want it, he had to be shown a helluva lot initially but hey, we all start somewhere. We love a fast learner. He’s so down to try new things too, never be nervous or embarrassed to ask for something, you could ask if y’all can do it dressed in tiger onesies and he’s gonna be so stoked. It’ll be funny, you’ll probably get some bruises from falling around- what’s not to love?!

Oral: yeah, he’s a snacker- he’ll go down for sure, he’s also a story teller so best believe he’ll be talking to your pussy, anecdotes, mission funnies, all about the latest canned joke he heard -not saying that it’s the best pussy eating you’ve ever had but it certainly has a vibrating mouth action quality to it, lol. Sometimes you might need to tell him to hush and finish the job. Ya know what happens then? “Right right, sorry babe, gotcha,” -and if you forcefully bring his head back down? well, y’all may later need to discuss why that fed-up action made him blow his load untouched.

I’m not saying he wants you to sometimes act unimpressed so he has to work ten times harder and you still tell him he doesn’t deserve to cum but…he does like it, take it up with him I’m just the oracle

End notes: Just don’t bore this man, whatever you do, and you’ll be the one for him -he hopes. And then you can look forward to a life of ad lib pussy skills, impromptu fucking and improv switching.

-Will likely ask you to make him a sandwich after and will pester you to let him watch you and Dorace down the street have a uh…pool fight.

#masters of the air #mota #james douglass #cock-versations #elliot warren #naughty sleepover

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chattersstuff · 1 year ago

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I NEED MORE PLATONIC MIGUEL O’HARA x TEEN!SPIDER!READER PLEASE I NEED IT SM THIS MONTH IM DYINGGGG (ily platonic Miguel x Reader writers sm your work is literally my life support oh my gosh it’s amazing y’all are so talented)

#miguel o'hara #atsv #across the spiderverse #miguel o’hara x daughter!reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you

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rockyteriyaki · 2 months ago

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fic writer interview

tagged by the lovely @ctimenefic to do this little questionnaire!! i’ll be including some unposted fics in this because y’all…i only have three fics on ao3 😭🫠 i'll tag @adimouze and @newbromantics to grace us with your interviews as well, if you feel so inclined :^)

this might raise more questions than it answers ultimately, but here we go!

What’s your total word count?

on ao3, 18k! so over half of it is Slacken, Tense lolll

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Razor Sharp White Teeth is my top by a good margin, and then Slacken, Tense, and then a little bandom fic i wrote on anon over the pandemic. i really only got into posting fic because of the talented folks in the f1rpf tag, so even though i have a lot of stuff written for other fandoms, none of it is on the internet

Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

yes i do! i think it’s such a great way to spread positivity and i love when people respond to MY comments, so i always try to at least say thank you whenever I can :)

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

both RSWT and Slacken, Tense have sort of ambiguous endings that i guess could be angsty?? moreso RSWT, i think i could see max and daniel’s relationship being sort of strained after the events of that fic. i also have a little snippet written from ausgp that involves max and scotty getting into a literal, physical fight, which (despite it being very silly in the actual fic) is still way more intense than i usually go so i’d consider that angst, kinda!

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

again, not a lot of endings to draw from, but i think the end of this galex tumblr fic was quite sweet :)

Do you write crossovers?

i haven’t yet, and i’m not sure if i would for f1 (unless someone infects me with the motogp virus perhaps?) but if i ever get back into bandom, definitely. crossovers are just about all they do over there.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

if i have, i’ve never seen it 🫣

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i do! both of my f1 fics are rated e and are M/M, although i’ve written F/M/M (roy/jamie/keeley from ted lasso) and F/M (kaz/inej from six of crows, and roman/gerri from succession) before as well. but overwhelmingly it’s slash i suppose

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge! although honestly, unless it was word for word, i don’t think i would ever accuse someone of stealing a concept 😭 maybe i’m too non-confrontational but i genuinely think i would convince myself out of the idea before i would ever say or do anything about it

Have you ever had a fic translated?

someone offered to translate RSWT but they deleted their comment and i couldn’t track them down :’) anon if you see this please feel free, but i was honored that they even wanted to!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

not properly, but my irl bestie redscarez has let me do some heavy cheerleading on their fics So Real and Favorite Son which are both EXCELLENT and i loved being in the Gdocs for both of them.

What's your all-time favourite ship?

gosh that is HARD. maxiel and galex honestly probably make the all-time leaderboard, recency bias nonwithstanding, but there are a few others that stick out for sure. pete/patrick, in fall out boy rpf. draco/harry was sort of my intro to fandom/subject of my OG exploits on ff.net, so i feel a bit indebted to them as a pairing (not a point of pride, considering you-know-who went off her nut, but oh well). kirk/spock. weirdly, johnny/daniel from the original karate kid have my heart. there are a lot, i think i just love fandom hahahaha

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

so many. so, so many. in particular though i have this abo au where max is a stubborn alpha who doesn’t take suppressants, and daniel is a specialist brought in to regulate his hormones when he’s NOT in rut so that he won’t be as thrown off when he is. it’s basically medically necessary JOI, and in my head it’s so long i get intimidated just looking at the start of it 🫠

What are your writing strengths?

i’d like to think it would be word choice! i have some metaphors (“like a drugged dolphin” from RSWT, for example) that still pop up in my head every once in awhile. in general i just like to throw fun words and phrases at the wall when i’m writing :) i also do enjoy editing and all those boring bits which i’m grateful for hahaha

What are your writing weaknesses?

i’m sooo slowwww! i worked on Slacken, Tense for MONTHS and i still didn’t finish it until the night before the third round deadline. i just have zero writing stamina 🤧

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i am fully fluent in spanish, so i'm definitely tempted (mostly when i’m writing carlos) to add little phrases and whatnot, but i’m always worried it’ll come across as forced or hard to understand 😞 i never want it to be jarring or tokenizing in that way, so i usually refrain, but as kitty said i do think there’s a huge intimacy aspect that can be achieved with language-switching and i admire when people can pull that off smoothly.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

also harry potter 🫣🥂

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

i chatficced a NORTRELL fic a few days ago which sort of came out of nowhere?? but there are some absolute scholars in that tag, and since lando and i don’t always get along IRL i’ve actually been really liking it as a vehicle for characterizing him in the super-duper specific way that i have in my head. in my head it’s more of a testing ground but who knows, maybe i’ll sit down one day and actually write something out!

What's your favourite fic you've written?

i suppose it would be Razor Sharp White Teeth! i was just so blown away by the love on it and (not to be corny) it made me so appreciative of how lovely the f1rpf space is :’) engagement isn’t everything, but as someone who mostly writes for nobody’s eyes but my own, it was extremely motivating to see the kind reception and i still go back and read some of the comments on it :')))

#i am genuinely sorry for how ridiculously long this is #thank you kitty for tagging me i do love to ramble!!#tag game #about me

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pdalicedraws · 1 year ago

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I’m so so obsessed with your comic rn it’s so good😭 I’ve always loved the idea of the comic and movie characters meeting and you absolutely executed that perfectly. I’m really excited for the next update youre so talented!! 🥹

Y’all are SPOILING ME oh my gosh, you’re making me so happy. Thank you so much I’m so glad you’re enjoying!!!

#asks #anonymous #pd alice talks #nimonaverse

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fluttering-lillies · 2 years ago

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I’ve been reading and listening to just a fuck ton of pony fic because I’m essentially playing catch up seeing as I got into the fandom in like late 2020. And currently I’m making my way through Allegrezza and just. Finally. FINALLY a fic with a depiction of Lyra Heartstrings I actually Like.

I super enjoy TaviScratch and have since I first started searching around for fan content but even fics I’ve enjoyed that had LyraBon in there as a side ship have never had a good depiction of Lyra. (And really I’ve only liked one Bon Bon and that’s University Days Bon)

Usually it’s the human thing that ruins it. Fic writers using that as a personality trait makes her come off as just a meme and that. Like. It’s funny in short comics or art but in chapter fics it just. It means there’s nothing to her except for that one jokey bit.

But here they’ve chosen to make her Octavia’s rival and Bon Bon’s wife and oh my gosh I love that, that’s so much better. Her and Tavi snapping at each other is hilariously vicious and the way she gets all protective of Bon when Octavia insults her is super sweet. I especially love that they’re using her cutiemark for characterization too! There’s sometimes this idea I see that suggests Lyra isn’t that great of a musician but! That’s her special talent! She should be a good lyrist!

Anyway. More of this. And I mean that literally. If any of y’all have any LyraBon fic recs that aren’t just ‘Lyra is obsessed with humans’ I would read them in a heartbeat!

#mlp #my little pony #lyrabon #taviscratch #mlp:fim

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theangrypomeranian · 1 year ago

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thanks for the tag, Doodler! <3 1) Spell your name in songs. this will be the easier one XD P - Psycho, Maisie Peters O - OMG What's Happening, Ava Max M - Mary On A Cross, Ghost 2) Why did you choose your URL? so i'm actually a dog trainer and one day my irl bestie asked me what kind of dog i thought everyone in our then friend group would be. it was a fun game but when she asked what i was i was stumped. so then she looks at me and goes "you're a pomeranian, an angry little pomeranian." and i told her "stfu, you're right but stfu." XDD then i adopted the title because i thought it was really funny. 3) What is your middle name? ...next question lol. 4) If you could be any mythical creature, what would you be? oh gosh, ummmmm maybe a fairy?? or a pixie! it would also depend on what mythology we’re going by, i tend to naturally think of English/Irish ones. 5) Favorite color? i’m kind of a basic bitch for this one lol my favorite color is blue! but i also love red and like a rich decadent brown (like my hair lol). 6) Song you love right now? so i’m always stuck on Taylor Swift ngl lol. i’ve been trying to take in Evermore, so i’d say Tolerate It and Champagne Problems. both make my cry a lot and think of my favorite girls Tina and Becky. 7) Top four fandoms? okay i really had to think about this one because i’ve had some pretty crappy experiences in fandom over the last few years, but i’ve had some good ones over the past year that i’m grateful for. 1. the Bob’s Burgers fandom. y’all are just absolute angels and have supported me through my fic writing the last year. i’ve met a lot of sweet people here and i’m glad i randomly decided to start watching the show last year (yes, i am like a super late comer to it, sorry lol). 2. so i’m not even in this one, but the Fexi fandom is incredibly talented and a few of y’all have followed me back and i love seeing what you’ve put out. you also took a really hard blow this last year and despite it you haven’t let it bring you down. i’m proud of you guys for looking out for each other and still going with your projects. y’all are the real MVPs. 3. another fandom i’m not officially in but have been lurking on is the Spy X Family fandom! it’s just so wholesome and i love reading the fics and looking at the adorable fanart that comes out of that fandom. 4. the One Piece fandom. i’ve actually loved One Piece since college and seeing the resurgence from the Netflix adaptation has been a lot of fun! especially the Lunami side, the fics are just *chefs kiss*. 8) Tag nine people. i'm just gonna tag a few lol. @littleredruns @lovelyxxxsymone @king-cotton-candy @keepyourhornson-spyro and @thedarkestgreys

Get To Know Me Tag Game

(Thank you, @inevitablemoment!)

1) Spell your name in songs (Taking these songs from my "Smile Guaranteed" playlist - AKA songs that immediately make me go "Ooo!" and turn it up)

Everything is AWESOME!!! (feat. The Lonely Island) by Tegan and Sara

Real Gone by Sheryl Crow

I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing by Aerosmith

Captain Hampton and the Midget Pirates! by The Aquabats

Ain't No Easy Way by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

2) Why did you choose your URL?

It has been my fanfic pen name since 2004. The first published fanfic I wrote was for the Pirates of the Caribbean fandom, and it was a ridiculous crackfic about Jack, Will, and Elizabeth running around the 21st century with me and my two best friends. When they said goodbye at the end, they each gave us a pirate name. Jack gave me the name Black Grace, so "BG Sparrow" I be! I could never part ways with it at this point.

3) What is your middle name?

Dawn. And I don't like it. Makes me feel like some braided pigtail 12-year-old in Little House on the Prairie, and that's just not my vibe. My sister won the middle name game with "Linette".

4) If you could be any mythical creature, what would you be?

A mythical creature... I must admit, I have never been asked this. I'm boring in this way, but something humanoid. Powerful. Maybe immortal. Fairy? Yeah, let's go with fairy. I've always loved the message of how powerful belief is in Peter Pan.

5) Favorite color?

Brown. I know, right? Five-year-old me is screwing up her face screaming, "You could pick any of the gorgeous colors in the entire universe, and you picked brown?" Yeah, I did. Blues/teals/aquas have always drawn me in and still do, but brown wins out by a small margin.

6) Song you love right now?

The most recent additions to my Annual Awesome: 2023 playlist include Death Drive by junodream (My No Pines Marty anthem) and Dancing With Your Ghost by Sasha Alex Sloan. Also listening to the score for Lawmen: Bass Reeves by Chanda Dancy right now because for some reason, the scores from these Tyler Sheridan shows fuel my 1885 BttF stories like none other, and I need a new one to attach to Once Upon a Time in the North as I write it. So far so good!

7) Top four fandoms?

Back to the Future

Pirates of the Caribbean

Iron Man

National Treasure (back in the day)

8) Tag nine people

@odddelorean

@brinkle-brackle

@bri-to-the-future

@synthsays

@fiddlstyx

@marielle-heller

@additionaladdams

@mythical-bookworm

@professorsaber

#tagged #hey doodler #tag meme #hey red #hey symone #hey aj #hey caboose #hey bex #you guys don't have to do this if you don't want to obvi #thanks for the tag! <3

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heliosoll · 2 years ago

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🌊🌌! hello!! your pixie hollow dr made me want to rewatch tinkerbell aka my favorite movies when i was little and omg i fell in love with it all over again😢. i genuinely cannot tell if you’ve talked about it or not cause i feel like i saw a post about it and now i can’t find it… anyway here’s some questions; answer any u feel like!<3

when did you arrive at ur dr?

how long did u stay?

what’s ur funniest memory?

did you follow the plot of the movies and/or books?

who was ur fav girl?

did everything feel rly big or did it feel normal?

have you found lost things? if so what was the oddest/ur fav/funniest/confusing? (any)

did you like tinkerbell when she was in her first three movies? cause whew chile i didn’t realize how much i would hate her till she matured…

what’s your favorite part of being a fairy?

have you been to the mainland?

what’s your favorite season to change?

have you met queen clarion? (what was she like)

did everyone fr wear only one color for their jobs??💀

were there the really stupid jobs like the laundry fairies?

were u there when you first were “born” and the talent picking thing?

if applicable, how was the neverbeast? (my fav movie)

how inconvenient was pixie dust and the whole wing situation in general…

what’d your house look like? if im remembering, different talent fairies lived in different places in the movies.

how big is pixie hollow?

how many fairies are there? (estimate?)

is working fr all there is to do?

what’s the food like?

tysm for taking your time to read this!!! i feel like this was an interrogation.. sorry!

i wanted to say THANK YOU SO MUCH👏👏. ur post and sexyandhedonistic’s self concept helped me tf out of my rut and my self concept has improved and i’m so happy with my imagination and secure with my life rn… i’ve been ignoring all circumstances and literally laughing at them cause i know it’ll work out for me so thank y’all😔🫶🫶🫶🫶

Omg hi!! Yes, I did talk about it a little here!

I arrived about half a year before Tink! I stayed for a couple of years actually :) I wanted to get through the major movies and what I remembered from the books so I was there for a while!

Funniest memory... oh gosh I'm not sure... There was this one time when a new water talent fairy (her name was Cordelia! very cute and nice) had some trouble getting into the flow of things (hah) and she ended up completely soaking Rosetta hahah She made us all walk until her wings dried and she wouldn't come near the river for weeks after that 😭

My DR mostly followed the movies and occasionally had things from the books! Like all the book fairies that weren't in the movies were there and I remember specific book/comic plots (like the art contest with Bess, Rani's entire story {very sad :(}, and the issue with Silvermist and the "cursed" ladybug).

When I was a kid in my CR, I believe my absolute favorite was Silvermist! But I know I liked all of them too :) In my DR, I was closest to Sil and Iridessa!

Things felt big!! It probably would've felt normal to me if I scripted out my memories but I didn't do that with this DR so everything felt very big. It was kinda scary at first ngl!! It def took some adjusting to feel normal there (after a while it gets better and it does start to feel more normal).

I occasionally looked for lost things with Tink! Grossest thing was a condom (i didn't explain it to her...) and the coolest thing was a knife that was in surprisingly good condition!

Tink never bothered me that much! There were definitely times (especially when she first got there) that I got worried about her or annoyed with her actions but it was never that bad. And since I knew she would fix everything and act nicer, we were pretty chill! Tinkerbell wasn't the first fairy that had trouble adjusting to her talent so it wasn't a big deal with other fairies either :)

Favorite part of being a fairy... honestly? Probably flying! I know that seems like a basic answer but I love flying hahah

I have been to the Mainland! We actually went over there for every season change so I got pretty used to it :) And speaking of changing seasons!! My favorite was winter to spring and summer to autumn!

I have met Queen Clarion :) She's very nice! She feels... warm? I don't really know how to describe it but when you're talking to her it feels like talking to a mother figure (in a good way). She's just very nice and calming to be around :)

We didn't wear one color per se... but your talent almost gives you preferences? That was actually one of the things that everyone talked about (we all had different theories). You absolutely could wear widely different colors but it always feels unnatural when you do it (fairies with talents that didn't correspond with nature felt much more freedom). My theory is that it's some form of ingrained camouflage...

YES there were stupid talents 💀 It was highly discouraged to make fun of fairies for their talents (it's not like we can choose) but it definitely happened. Some of the nature talent fairies were also really mean to fairies who didn't have nature related talents :( which wasn't cool, i'd recommend scripting that out because they can get really nasty 😭

"were u there when you first were “born” and the talent picking thing?" I'm not sure what you mean by this tbh!! I did go through the talent thing (got water) though!

The Neverbeast is adorable 🥺 I was much chiller with him since I remembered the movie but I'll be honest seeing him up close for the first time was a little scary! He's very big compared to us 💀 I also changed the reality a little cause I didn't want him to go to sleep forever (or for the next 1,000 years) :( So instead, Gruff woke up every year! It only happened once a year (the storm thing happened every 1,000 years though), near summertime usually and it was always a big celebration!! All the fairies love Gruff :')

Pixie dust can be super inconvenient if you do a lot of flying, which like... most fairies do but whatever. I did script that it was a lot better in my DR though! So usually one bag of pixie dust can last for an entire week instead of just one day. I also scripted that we typically had an abundance of pixie dust so we never had to deal with running out and only rationed to make things fair!

I based my home on that one lotus home in the game! The inside was inspired by a couple of different pictures I found on Pinterest. My house was on top of a lake 🤭

Pixie Hollow itself is pretty big (in comparison to us at least) and covers a very wide area. However, that's mostly due to each season having a section! If the entire place was condensed, it'd probably be equatable to a small town. But because everything is so separated it feels more like a big city!

How many fairies... oh goodness.... In just Pixie Hollow, I'd say there are around 2,000 fairies at any given time (sometimes that decreases/increases depending on what's going on in the human world).

Working is definitely not the only thing to do hahah There are a lot of random shops and places to eat. Tons of outside/sports activities to do (park-like areas as well) and even theatres! My DR had this one place that was kind of like an amusement park? But yeah, our work/life balance was actually pretty good! The most challenging part was the schedule since when we worked was based on nature and not like... specific hours. Some fairies were luckier in that regard, but some weren't so lucky (some of the light fairies worked really late hours due to fireflies).

The food is amazing!! Def one of the best parts about living in Pixie Hollow. The cooking and baking talent fairies are literally phenomenal. They get so creative and since everything is super fresh, all the food tastes good. Like I don't think I had a single meal there that was bad? Any food that goes bad just gets used as fertilizer so we never felt like we had to use it. It literally felt like eating at a 5 star restaurant every day!! Def recommend shifting there 😌

And don't worry! I don't mind the questions hahah If anything, they help me reminisce about my DRs :)

#letters 🎀#dr storytime #🌊🌌 anon

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Chapter XII: Pretty Boy

masterlist | chapter XI | playlist

summary: The adrenaline of your first live performance pulls you forward, and the night goes on as you and Eddie figure each other out a little further.

tags: angst, tooth rotting fluff, smut, idiots in love, eddie munson x gnc!afab!reader, weed, alcohol, some violence.

a/n: very excited for these next chapters. hoping this story will wrap up nicely by next month (maybe!), thank you to everyone that enjoyed it, and i hope to see y’all back for the sequel (wink 😉) Disclaimer: I do not give permission to have my work reposted on other sites. Reblogs are more than welcome, but please inform me if you find my work elsewhere unless otherwise stated.

Your POV

The conversations of celebration die with Jason’s presence, like hes absorbing everyone else’s good mood to fuel his own hatred.

“Why are you even here?” Robin spits before taking a swig of her drink. She makes a good point.

“I had to see what all the fuss was about! Edward talks a big game about his little freaks, had to make sure I wasn’t missin’ out!” You can practically taste the whiskey on his breath as he slurs.

“Okay, so you’ve seen. Leave us alone now.” You keep your voice low, attempting to keep the attention on you to a minimum. “There’s no reason for you to talk to us.”

“What, can’t I get an autograph? Bet it’ll be worth hundreds when you’re rich and famous.” He nudges his bodyguard, as if he’s just made an incredibly funny joke. “I’ll make sure to toss you some change when I see you playing in the street in a few years.”

“Dude,” Steve nudges past Robin to approach Jason, calling more attention to your table in the corner. “Back off.”

“What’re you gonna do, Hair? Sick the girls on me?”

“Actually,” Eddie moves from behind you to face the basketball captain. You notice his fist is already clenched, and you look up to see his jaw is too. “I’ll sick myself on you. Again. What did I tell you? You’re like a fucking parasite. A goddamn leech.” You rest your hand on Eddie’s shoulder in an attempt to calm him, but he shrugs away from you, and it feels like a bee sting.

“C’mon, freak, we both know that was a one time thing. I’m here to support my local music scene!”

It’s then that you glance over to Chrissy, who’s biting her fingernails as she watches her boyfriend embarrass himself. You shove past Jason, who’s still rambling about how oh so important rock music is “to people like you.”

“Hi,” You close in on the cheerleader, who snaps out of her trance to look at you.

“Oh, gosh, hi.” She’s clearly embarrassed, and you feel bad for her. It’s not her fault her boyfriend’s a tool, but it is kind of her fault he’s still her boyfriend.

“Enjoy the show?”

Chrissy nods with what seems like genuine enthusiasm. “You guys are great, I was really excited to see you. I invited Jason, which I realize now was a mistake, but he doesn’t like when I go out without him, and I thought he’d see how talented you are, and maybe just leave you guys alone. I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head. “You shouldn't be apologizing for him. I know it isn’t my business, but I hope you don’t feel like you need to stay with him. You deserve better, and no one deserves that.”

Chrissy can’t meet your eyes, hers are now glued to the beer soaked floor. “I know. We’ve been together since we were freshmen. He wasn’t always like this, he was sweet! He treated me like a princess, was kind to anyone that crossed his path. Then he joined the basketball team, and he started getting more attention. I guess it went to his head. He was the one who wanted me to try out for cheerleading. I was more interested in drama.”

Your heart aches for the girl, such a kind soul with so much love, and nowhere good to put it. You’re about to respond when her attention is caught by a collective shout from behind you. You turn to see the source, to find your boyfriend hunched over holding his chin, and Chrissy’s boyfriend with his fist still raised. Steve tries to launch himself forward, but Eddie shoves his arm out to stop him. He pounces forward instead, his fist connecting with Jason's nose and sending him toppling to the ground. You look back to Chrissy, who’s standing frozen with her mouth agape like a silent shriek. She meets your eyes for half a second, pleading with you. It’s not much, but it propels you back into the thick of the crowd.

Eddie’s still standing over Jason, his fist dripping with the blood from the jock’s nose, when the bouncer approaches the table. “Hey!” The large, muscled man hollers in an authoritative growl. “Take it outside and I won’t call the fuckin’ cops.”

Eddie looks from the guard, to Jason, then to you. You don’t know what he reads in your eyes, but instead of returning to your side, he shoves past the crowd and into the freezing night.

—

Eddie’s POV

“C’mon, c’mon.” He flicks his lighter again, finally able to get a flame to his cigarette before the wind blows it out again. He inhales, closing his eyes as the nicotine rushes to his head. His hand throbs from punching that fucker, and he flexes it to make sure his precious fingers aren’t busted. They aren’t, just brutally sore.

“Hey.” Your soft voice, Eddie’s saving grace, is carried to his ears with the wind. He turns around, and gives you his best grin, but when he steps toward you, you take a step back. His face falters, and you take a deep breath. “I can’t keep doing this, Eddie.”

His heart feels like it’s about to come up his throat, along with the contents of his stomach. “Do what?”

You pause, as if the words are stuck in your mouth, but Eddie can already feel them against his temples. “Tonight was supposed to be special. This is my first show of any kind, ever, and I had to watch you punch that fucker in the face again.”

“Wait, you know he punched me first, right?” He doesn’t mean for it to come out angry, but he hears it as it leaves his mouth.

“Eddie, Jason’s seriously unstable when he drinks, and you know that. You provoked him. I don’t know if it’s your pride, or your need to protect me, or what, but you can’t just solve your problems with your fists. I can’t keep watching you do it, either.” Your voice breaks, and Eddie feels his breath catch in his throat.

“So I’ll stop. I’ll let it roll right off my back, even when he’s dissing my person.” Eddie crosses his arms over his chest to ground himself, feeling his emotions getting the best of him.

You snatch the cigarette from his hand, bringing the blood stained stick to your mouth. “I can take care of myself.”

“So you get to be violent?”

“I didn’t say with my fists!”

“No, just a fucking steak knife, right?”

—

Your POV

He’s got you there. “I didn’t draw any blood!” It’s a weak argument, but it’s all you have.

Eddie rolls his eyes before plucking his cigarette back. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, not here, not right after your performance.”

You nod. “I appreciate it.”

“Fucker still inside?”

You shake your head. “Turns out security had watched his little performance and kicked him out. Said he was instigating us all.” You shrug, and take a step closer to Eddie, who doesn’t move. He still doesn’t move when you wrap your arms around his neck, and even when you bring your lips to his. He doesn’t hold you, doesn’t lean into the kiss. When you open your eyes, he’s staring off into space. “Where are you, pretty boy?” You whisper, inches away from his face.

“Somewhere better. Somewhere happy.”

“Am I there?” You’re scared of his answer, but the question brings him back to earth.

“You’re always there, sweetheart.” His smile is sad, but he brings his lips back to yours, giving you a small peck. “Shall we return to the public?”

You shrug, taking his presented hand in yours. “I guess so.”

—

“Whoa, dude, lemme see!” Jonathan and Eddie are examining his wounded hand. Jonathan brings his camera to his face, pointing the lense at Eddie’s clenched fist. “I’ll definitely be sure to get you this pic, might make a sick album cover.”

“Thanks, man!” Eddie chuckles before giving him a pat on the shoulder.

“You alright?” Steve grabs your attention, his eyes wide with worry.

You shrug, “I will be. Just need this year to end already.”

“Well, it’s right around the corner. Christmas is next week, then before you know it, it’s 1986, you’re graduating, and who knows, maybe you’ll finally get the hell out of here.”

“I haven’t even been here that long!”

“Hawkins will drain you ten times faster than any other city. That’s just how it works.”

You take another gulp of your drink, willing yourself to feel its effects. “Eddie needs out, too.”

Steve nods, sipping his beer. “I know. It wouldn’t hurt for any of us to get out of here at this point. But he's not your responsibility, y’know?”

“I know, I know.” You look back to Eddie, who’s now twirling with Robin on the dance floor to Everybody Wants to Rule The World. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” You slam your palms on the table, pushing yourself to your feet, and offer Steve your hand. “But tonight, we dance!” Steve chuckles, slapping his own hand into yours, and you lead him to the floor to meet Robin and Eddie.

“Mind if I cut in?” You ask, and Robin clumsily bows away as you turn to face Eddie. He places his hands gingerly on your waist, like you’re suddenly made of fire. You clasp your own hands around his neck. “Are you okay?”

“I ruined your night. I'm brooding.” Eddie takes a gulp of the beer he’d been clutching. His eyes are glassy, and you can tell he’s had a little too much to drink.

You roll your eyes. “The brooding is making it worse.” You give his lips a peck, attempting to get him to look at you, but he won’t. “Eddie.”

“Yes, darlin’?”

“I love you.”

“Mm?”

“I love you. Can you look at me, please?”

His eyes focus on yours finally, and there is no light behind them. “You didn’t ruin my night. I just don’t like what happened. I don’t think any less of you, I don’t like you any less. This isn’t a deal breaker. Believe me, Jason is not worth losing you to. Get me?”

The smile you love creeps slowly back into his face. “Got you.”

“Good. Tell Jonathan I want that picture he took.”

Eddie’s smile lights up. “Actually, wait one sec.” Eddie let’s go of you, and rushes over to Jonathan at the table. You watch as Jonathan takes his camera from around his neck and hands it to Eddie, who charges back toward you. “Come with me.” He pulls you towards the bathrooms, which are dingy green stalls covered in phone numbers and angsty haikus.

“What are you doing?!” You’re whispering in case the stalls are occupied. Eddie backs you into the middle stall, and locks the door behind him.

“For posterity.” Eddie holds the camera to his face, pointing the lense at you. “Smile, pretty!”

You flip the camera off instead, coaxing a laugh from a very tipsy Eddie. He then turns the camera around, and poses next to you, sticking his tongue out and licking your cheek as he presses the button again. “I wanna take one more. Do you mind?” Eddie reaches his wounded hand up to your neck, but doesn’t touch you.

“Go for it.”

Eddie’s expression darkens, and he wraps his fingers around your throat. He doesn’t add pressure, just rests his fingers around your neck like a soft hug, and fiddles with the camera with his other. Finally, he clicks the shutter, sending a blinding flash in your direction.

“That’ll be sick album art someday.” He moves to let you go, but you bring your own hand up to hold his still. Eddie raises his eyebrows at you, and you try to make your expression do the talking for you.

Eddie pretends he doesn’t get the hint. “What’s up, babe? You don’t wanna go back out there?”

You shake your head slowly, using your other hand to hook a finger into his belt loop and tug him towards you. “You sure? This bathroom is filthy.”

“Please, this place is spotless compared to what you’re about to do to me.” (smut starts)

In response, Eddie presses his body into yours, and locks your lips to his hungrily. The hand he’s got locked around your throat tightens as his tongue prods your mouth open. He slots his thigh between your legs, and a gasp escapes your lips as he grinds against you.

Swiftly, Eddie’s free hand moves between you, unbuttoning first your pants, and then moves to unbuckle his belt.

“Is this what our life is now? Quickies in grimy bathrooms?” Eddie asks breathlessly between kisses.

“Only part of it.” You laugh lightly, sliding your hand down his stomach. “We can fuck in hotel rooms, too.”

Eddie pulls away from you, and you giggle. “Or on a tour bus, even!”

“You gonna come on tour with me?” Eddie realizes the double entendre and chuckles.

“No, you’re gonna come with me.” You don’t let him answer, connecting your lips to his again as your hand slips under the waistband of his boxers. Eddie moans into your mouth as you stroke him, his hips thrusting towards you as he slides his hands under your shirt to grip your waist. His hand slips between your legs, his fingers rubbing quick circles on your clit over the fabric of your underwear.

His mouth moves to your throat, and you yank Eddie’s pants further down his legs, tugging his boxers off with them. “Eager, are we?” He slurs before licking a stripe up your throat to behind your ear. Eddie easily slides under the lace, his finger finding your clit like a magnet. You arch your back to his touch, desperately trying not to make a sound. “You’re fucking wet!” Eddie pulls back, clearly surprised by your reaction. You cock an eyebrow at his shock. “Thought you weren’t into fucking in a public bathroom?”

“Is that what this is about?”

“You said some guy did this with you but you weren’t into it. You’re clearly very into it now.” Eddie smirks, like he’s nailed it.

You roll your eyes. “Did you ever consider maybe I’m just into you?”

He ponders the thought for a moment, and you use his distraction to connect your lips again. Shivering with nerves, you busy yourself wiggling out of your own pants, eventually dropping them to the floor. Eddie lifts you up, and you wrap your legs around him. He stares you down as he moves the lace of your panties to the side, and you clutch the top of the stall as he enters you, never breaking eye contact. The brightness behind them has returned, and you can’t bring yourself to look away.

The flimsy walls of the frame shake as he thrusts, and you muffle your moans into the hand he’s cupped around your mouth. With each time Eddie bucks his hips, you feel the buzzing in your gut grow, and the shit he’s whispering to you isn’t helping. “You’re so fucking pretty, baby. I wanna watch you come. Wanna see that pretty mouth open for me. Need you to be quiet, though, alright?” You nod, eyes wide as he removes his hand, stopping for you to suck his middle finger. It doesn’t take long after for you to come, the adrenaline of possibly being caught adding fuel to your senses. You gasp and hook your legs tighter around him. He watches your face contort as you come, your eyes rolling back as he still thrusts into you.

“Yeah, fuck,” Eddie grunts when he feels you clench around him, your legs tightening around his waist. “So fuckin’ pretty, baby. Fuckin’ perfect.” He bottoms out a final time before you feel him come inside you, rushing into your throbbing cunt. You moan quietly as he fixes into the crook of your neck, tensing slightly as he pulls himself out.

Once you’ve stopped writhing, Eddie grips you by the waist again, and lowers you to the sticky bathroom floor. You retrieve your pants, clutching them in front of you like you weren’t just dick riding the man in front of you. Eddie can’t help letting a cackle slip at the blush on your face. “How do you feel about public bathroom sex now?” (smut ends)

The glare you give him could cut glass. “Still fucking disgusting.” You shove your legs back into your pants, feeling them stick to your legs with sweat. “Can we go home now?”

Eddie wrestles with his belt, struggling to adjust while looking at you. “Yours or mine?”

—

Eddie’s POV

“Goodnight, guys! See you tomorrow for some last minute shopping!” You exit the BMW and he’s on your heels, both your boots crunching in the frozen snow. The trailer door whips open in the wind, and the warmth hits his face like a welcome caress.

“Movie?” Eddie asks, grabbing the giant fleece off the back of the couch.

“Sure, I’m gonna go shower first, still covered in, uh, sweat.” You shuffle your way to the bathroom and Eddie lights a joint. He lets his mind wander, wallowing in the shame of his behavior earlier that evening. He knows he shouldn’t have punched Jason, even though Jason started it. He isn’t used to caring enough about someone to act on it, and he’s still figuring out the nuances.

He picks the rose you gave him out of his inner jacket pocket, bringing it to his nose. His heart swells remembering your words. He’d inspired you. He’d never been told that before. He knows he’s inspired the kids, pulling them out of their nerdy shells, but no one’s ever thanked him for it, it was never something he expected. Especially not from you, someone so sure of themselves usually, so confident in your own skin.

Eddie’s thoughts are interrupted when he hears you turn the water off, and he scrambled to his movie shelf. None of the titles are speaking to him, having no interest in distracting himself from his time with you. He hears the bathroom door creak open, and turns to watch you walk out, your hair wet, wearing his Iron Maiden t-shirt.

—

Your POV

You notice him staring and flash him a grin. “Hey, pretty boy. What did you choose?”

Eddie grabs a tape and tosses it on the couch without looking at the title. “That one.” He says, pointing at it.

You pick the tape up. The cover is Tom Cruise, his sunglasses resting on his nose as he glared into the camera. “Risky Business? Seriously?”

Eddie shrugs and holds his hand out. You place the tape in his open palm, and he turns to place it in the machine. You pluck the joint he’d been smoking from the ash tray and bring it to your lips, draping your legs across Eddie’s lap as he sits down.

The two of you pass the weed between you, talking and giggling over the movie that’s really only providing background noise. “You were incredible tonight.�� Eddie says after inhaling again, his eyes meeting yours with sincerity in them.

You pinch the paper between your fingers. “It was just one song, not even mine. I guess we were okay.”

“Will you stop that?” Eddie scoots closer to you, and you rest your head on his shoulder.

“Stop what?”

“Doubting yourself. Making yourself small. You conquered a fear tonight, Y/n. That’s huge.”

You nuzzle further into the crook of his neck, feeling your cheeks warm with his compliments. “It helped having you there.” You mumble, then turn your head to kiss the spot under his jaw. You watch his eyes close as you do, and you kiss him again. “It always helps having you here.”

Eddie doesn’t respond for a moment, and you continue peppering kisses on his neck and cheek, desperate to keep touching him. His breathing is heavy, his eyes closed as he relishes in your touch. “Thank you.” It’s barely a whisper, but Eddie hears you, his eyes blinking open in confusion.

“You don’t have to thank me. I didn’t do anything but stand there. This is all you.” He faces forward as he says it, wordlessly asking you to keep touching him. You oblige, letting your fingers trace his neck.

“I wouldn’t have been able to go up there without you standing there. It mattered.”

Eddie tightens his grip on your waist, and you scoot even closer to him, resting your legs in his lap. You could sit like this forever, with Eddie’s hand ghosting the skin of your waist under your shit, your body wrapped around him like you’re clinging to a tree branch. “Promise me something?” Eddie’s looking at you now, and you meet his eyes that are now filled with genuine concern.

“What’s that?” you ask, heart beating a little faster than usual.

Eddie’s POV

“We’ll always find each other.”

You tilt your head in question, unsure what he’s getting at. Eddie continues, “When you’re stuck in your nightmares, or when I’m fighting my ego, we’ll find each other. Bring each other back down to earth. When we’re rich and famous and far away from here, we’ll still find each other.”

He can feel his eyes welling at his own words. He can’t imagine losing you, letting you go or watching you leave, not after everything he’s seen. When you nod your head, Eddie feels the tightness in his chest dissipate. “I promise. I’ll always find you.” You seal the words with a kiss, one that grows more desperate as Eddie grips your face in his hand. He lets the tears fall, his eyes screwed shut as you kiss him. It scares him, how he feels about you. Nothing in his life had prepared him for someone like you to love him. He knows he’s broken, that he’ll fuck up constantly. Something in his gut keeps telling him he doesn’t have forever with you, that he’ll make an unfixable mistake and push you away.

Your lips separate from his then, and he’s roused from his spiral to your eyes opening to look at him. He watches you notice his tears, and as you move to kiss each cheek gently. Your eyelashes tickle his skin, tugging the corners of his mouth into a smile. He closes his eyes again as more salty tears run from them, his breath hitching as he tries to catch it. You kiss each fallen drop, catching them like a kid tries to catch snowflakes on their tongue.

Neither of you know what time it is when you finally rise to your feet. Eddie throws you over his shoulder, earning a delighted shriek from you, and carries you to his room, where he gently tosses you into his bed.

You watch as Eddie yanks his shirt over his head, and he smirks as you cross your legs tightly. He strips his jeans off quickly before climbing onto the bed, unnecessarily crawling over your body before plopping himself down next to you. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” He whispers.

“Goodnight, pretty boy.” You kiss the top of his head. He listens to your heart as he lies his head on your chest, draping his arm around your waist. He feels your hand on his back, tracing circles between his shoulders. Sleep finds him almost instantly, and he falls into his dreams of you.

Your POV

You wake to the winter sun beaming through Eddie’s open window. The trailer is chilly, but Eddie’s warm skin is still clinging to yours, radiating a comfortable warmth. You look down at him, his eyes still closed, his lips slightly parted as he snores on your chest. His hand rests around your waist, gripping it under your shirt like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go. You comb your fingers through his hair as you watch him sleep, his face a calm, blank expression.

The peace is broken suddenly, Eddie’s phone ringing from the living room. It startles your boyfriend awake, causing Eddie to jump so suddenly he hits his head on the wall. “Fuck! Shit! What the hell?!” Eddie’s hand rushes to his head as he struggles out of bed. You watch him stomp into the living room, and listen as he answers the phone with a pissed off, “Hello?!”

You can’t hear who’s on the other line, so you wait for Eddie’s response. “Yeah, man, I know. We just woke up, give us like an hour. Maybe two. Yes, I’ll drive, god you’re unbearable in the morning. Be ready when I get there. Bye.” He slams the phone back down, and stalks back into his room. “I don’t remember ordering a wake up call.”

“Who was it?” You sit up a little, realizing you now need to put clothes on, according to that phone call.

“Steve. We’re holiday shopping today, I guess.”

You groan as you roll out of bed, you have no desire to holiday shop today. “We agreed to that?”

Eddie nods, his lips tightly pressed together. “Yeah, unfortunately we did.”

“Doesn’t sound like us.”

Eddie chuckles. “I know, what’s gotten into us?”

Eddie pulls up to Steve’s house and leans on his horn. You puff on the joint he’d rolled for you, and pass it to Robin who’s already in the back seat.

“So, where’d you guys run off to last night?” Robin starts when Steve climbs into the backseat. He takes the joint from her as Eddie reverses out of the driveway.

“What do you mean?” You ask, attempting to sound innocent. Eddie’s grip on your thigh tightens and you glance up to see the smirk on his face.

“Before we all left, you guys disappeared for awhile. Jonathan said you took his camera, or something?” Robin’s big mouth will be the death of you, someday.

“Oh, um, we,” You can’t think of a lie fast enough.

“I took some promo shots for them.” Eddie blurts. You look at each other and he shrugs. “For future shows.”

“Uh huh. Where’d you take those?” Steve’s suspicious, and he hands the joint back to you.

“Behind the club. Why so nosy this morning?” Eddie asks, suddenly defensive.

“Because our lives are boring and loveless, Eddie!” Robin chimes back in, quick to defend her partner in prying. “I thought you guys went to fuck in the bathroom or something.” You whip your head back to stare at Robin, the joint still between your lips. “Oh please,” She starts when she sees the shock on your face, “Try telling me with a straight face that isn’t what you did.”

You look from Robin, to Steve, then to Eddie, who looks at you and shrugs again. He’s shameless, in fact you’re sure he wants to tell everyone about your little rendezvous. “Okay, fine!” You shout, throwing yourself back against the seat. “We left to fuck in the Hideout bathroom, happy?”

Robin lets out a cackle, and is quickly joined by Steve. “Extremely, thank you!”

You groan, and Eddie squeezes your thigh again. You look back at him to find he’s smiling, his cheeks bright red.

After about three hours of loud holiday music, crowded stores with lines wrapped around them, and enough kettle corn to rot the teeth of a small village, you’re almost done with your holiday shopping. You managed to sneak away from Robin and Steve, buying each of their gifts right under their noses. For Robin, you purchased a collared shirt with primary colored stripes, a journal and a whole new box of pens. For Steve, you bought a new hair mousse you’d heard him mention, and a silver bracelet chain. You’d also managed to snag a collective gift for the youngins, a sick tapestry to hang at their next DnD meeting, complete with a green, fire breathing lizard. You also grabbed a book for your mom by her favorite author, and a new tie for your dad. The only gift you still couldn’t figure out, was Eddie’s.

“Time to split up!” Robin declares as the four of you exit yet another shop. “Boys, go that way, gays, this way.” Robin points to the left, then right as she says this. You chuckle at her word choice.

Robin hooks her arm into yours as you both walk away from the guys. “I know you haven’t gotten Eddie a gift yet.” Despite your distance from them, she’s whispering. “I can help you out.”

You decide to humor her, and lower your own voice to a whisper. “Do you have something in mind?”

Robin shrugs. “I might.” She starts pulling you forward, and you have to jog to keep up with her. When you finally reach the end of the mall, Robin pulls you into the music store in the corner. The walls are lined with instruments, from guitars and basses to mandolins and woodwinds. There’s a drum kit in the corner, tons of pedals and sticks and guitar picks to choose from.

“Robin, I can’t afford anything here.” You shake your head reading a price tag.

Robin shakes her head. “No, maybe not in here.” Robin pulls you along, into a different section of the store. It’s filled with recording devices, headsets, microphones, and speakers. She picks up a small tape recorder and a pack of blank tapes. “Record a song for him.” She hands you the items, and you ponder this idea. It’s not a bad one, in fact Robin may have just saved your Christmas spirit. “Maybe his favorite song? Or yours. Or you could just say something. I dunno, I had the idea when I came here for new strings.”

You launch yourself at Robin and wrap your arms around her neck. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You squeeze her and she grips around your waist, jostling both of you back and forth. The clerk wordlessly rings you out for the equipment, and you stuff the bag inside another one, not wanting to give anything away to Eddie.

“I have no idea what to get them, man.” Eddie shakes his head as the two of them walk the mall. He’s had fleeting ideas, but none of them seem to be enough for you, enough for what he wants to show you he feels. It all seems so arbitrary, assigning values of affection to objects, but he wants to communicate his appreciation for you.

“Make them a shirt. I’m sure they’d love it, I know you made the Hellfire Club ones.” Steve pulls a blank white t-shirt off the rack. “Maybe their first piece of Death Dance merchandise.” He hands the shirt to Eddie, whose mouth is agape with shock at Steve’s good idea.

“How’d you come up with that?”

Steve shrugs. “I don’t know much about Y/n, but I know they like you, for some reason. They’d love anything you make for them, I’m sure of it.”

Eddie places a friendly hand on Steve’s shoulder. “Thanks, man. That means a lot.” Eddie places the t-shirt, as well as a pack of fabric markers on the checkout counter. His brain buzzes with drawing ideas, how he can illustrate your band’s vibe with the little knowledge he has. He’s excited to start on it, and even more excited imagining you wearing it.

Your POV

The four of you meet back up at the entrance, and you notice another bag in Eddie’s hand. “Ooh, is that for me?” You tease, reaching for the plastic.

Eddie yanks his hand out of your reach. “Not yet, it’s not!” You stick your tongue out at him, and he responds by biting it.

“Ew, you guys.” Robin rolls her eyes at your disgusting love, and you cackle at her discomfort.

“Sorry, sorry! I’ll be sure to bite your tongue next time, too.” Eddie taunts, nudging Robin in the ribs with his elbow.

Eddie claims he has things to do, and drops you off at home. This is the first time since vacation started that you aren’t attached at the hip, and the only thing you can think of doing involves him anyway.

You pick the tape recorder and blank cassettes out of their bag and place them on the desk in front of you. Your parents are out, so the house is its normal quiet. You grab your acoustic guitar from its stand in the corner, and place a tape into the machine. Before pressing record, you take a deep breath, the same way you had before playing in front of your peers.

“Hi, Eddie,” You start shyly, watching the red light blink. “Happy holidays, my love. I wasn’t sure what to get you, I couldn’t think of anything worthy of expressing my feelings for you, so I’m recording this instead. I hope you like it.” You press pause, and fiddle with the strings until you’ve found a comfortable position. You’d been working on something for awhile, and figured the first person to hear it should be the one it’s about. It’s been hard for you to write your own music, but since meeting Eddie, the words seem to pour out of you like a broken dam.

I hadn’t slept in several days,

I hadn’t been warm in weeks,

But after you had met my gaze,

I let my body breathe.

It felt less like a heart attack,

and more like coming home.

I let your body keep me warm,

so I don’t have to sleep alone.

Pretty boy, my heart is yours,

and I hope you’ll say the same,

Cause after all these lonely nights,

I just want to hear you say my name.

You rewind the tape when you’ve finished, and listen to yourself sing. It’s rough, but it will work for the time being. The song still isn’t finished, but it’s the only one you want to sing for him, the only one with your own words that make this gift special. Once you’re satisfied with your take, and it takes hours, you label the cassette with “Pretty Boy - DDA” and clamp the plastic case shut. You get to work wrapping everyone else’s gifts, and before you know it, your parents are home and calling you down for dinner.

chapter XIII

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