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A little metalhead primping

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this was such a clever idea for a meet cute! there was so much that i enjoyed about this one-shot: the setting, eddie being so caring and refusing to leave the reader until she's reunited with her friend (something that had me swooning), and the banter! your grasp on eddie's voice was great, i could actually imagine him speaking while reading the dialogue. i also loved that you drew on your own experience at a concert cause SAME lol. i didn't get pulled into a mosh pit but i did get kicked in the head by a crowd surfer and wish i had an eddie to pull me outta there lol!

whiplash - e.m.

eddie munson x fem reader

warnings: teeny tiny violence, reader has a panic attack, eddie is the sweetest, eddie and reader are in college

a/n: this is absolutely inspired by my first experience being shoved into a mosh pit at an avenged sevenfold concert when i was a wee teen. i hope you enjoy xx.

also shout out to my love @xxbimbobunnyxx for helping me with the title and some of the dialogue, and my bby @undead-supernova for beta reading for me. ILY BOTH SO MUCH 💕

hot, sweaty bodies were pressed against you at all angles, nearly suffocating you. at this point you couldn’t even see the band playing on the stage, a sea of taller bodies now blocking your view.

when your best friend asked you to attend a metallica concert with her you didn’t exactly know what to expect.

but this definitely wasn’t it.

the small venue was packed, the air filled with the smell of sweat, marijuana and cigarettes. your choice of a leather jacket felt incredibly stupid as it was now tied around your waist due to the growing heat surrounding you.

your palms felt clammy as they clutched onto the hem of your friend’s shirt. the constant moving of the crowd seems to pull her farther and farther away from you. until the swirling pit of metalheads swallowed you both whole, losing sight of her head of blonde hair instantly.

your panicked shouts of her name were drowned out by the screech of an electric guitar— your body now being shoved around to the chants of ‘pounding out aggression.’ the song eerily fitting as you see a ringed fist connecting with another man’s jaw.

your heart is beating in your ears, that familiar feeling of panic washing over you as you continue to be shoved around like a rag doll amongst the group of men. until you somehow landed on top of someone… who had been knocked to the ground only moments before you.

before you have time to react a large hand quickly wraps around your forearm, yanking you up and out of the dizzying circle of death. you all but let the stranger carry you through the crowd. the male shoving past throngs of people until you’ve safely reached the back of the bar.

you barely register his voice as you lean against the brick wall, chest rising and falling at an embarrassingly fast rate. your eyes squeeze shut as you attempt to get your breathing under control. those same hands that pulled you out now rest carefully on your shoulders, helping to ground you.

“hey sweetheart, you alright?”

his face finally comes into focus as you blink your eyes open, your heart now beating against your ribs for a completely different reason.

he was painstakingly gorgeous, full lips lifting up into a soft, dimpled smile. “there she is— hey man can i get some water?”

he slaps his hand on the bar top, the clear liquid sloshing out as a glass is slid over to him. his chunky rings clink against the side when he grips it, now holding it up to your lips.

“it’ll help, trust me.” you gladly take the glass from him, gulping down the lukewarm tap water.

“thank you…” you mumble, setting the now empty glass back on the bar and wiping the corners of your mouth. you mentally forceyourself to stay put, despite the bigger part of you wanting to run out of the bar from sheer embarrassment.

“are you here by yourself?” he asks and you shake your head in reply before resting it against the brick wall behind you.

the brunette seems to be studying you while you take in some slow but shaky deep breaths. letting yourself do the same as your heart begins to return to a normal rhythm.

even in the muted light you can see his dark curls were damp with perspiration, bangs sticking to his forehead. no doubt from being in the middle of that pit for quite a while. his cut off band tee showed off an extensive collection of tattoos. that soft smile morphs into a small smirk, as you realize you’ve been gawking at him.

calming breaths long forgotten.

“you can g-go back out there… w-wouldn’t want to keep you from the show.” you fumble over your words, now finding the sticky floor and your beat up sneakers far more interesting than the gorgeous metalhead before you.

the male chuckles, casually resting his shoulder against the wall next to you. his hot breath fans over your cheek when he leans in closer, “not a chance, sweetheart. until we find your friends, you’re stuck with me.”

you glance back up at him, surprise crossing your features. you knew most people would gladly leave you behind in the shadows, especially considering the band that’s owning the stage. that sentiment alone makes the butterflies raging your insides flutter even faster. the chaos of the crowd is now forgotten as he grins sweetly down at you.

“i’m eddie, by the way.”

the music has seemingly gotten louder since the two of you left the crowd, now having to shout your name back in reply despite the lack of space between you. his smile only widens as you turn to face him fully, crossing your arms over your chest.

“and what is a fair maiden like yourself, doing in a place like this?”

you can’t stop the giggle from leaving your lips as he gestures dramatically around the dingy bar before his dark eyes are back on you.

“oh no reason at all… just needed a study break.” he can tell from the ride the lightning t-shirt adorning your frame that you’re teasing him, but he plays along anyway.

“so you stumble into a random metal concert, only to get caught in a circle of death? that’s quite the break, sweetheart.” he nudges your foot with his own, earning another giggle from you.

“something like that, yeah.”

he hums in response, running a hand through his unruly curls, “duly noted— i’ll have to take study breaks like that more often.”

the two of you quickly fall into easy conversation, no longer paying attention to the concert goers surrounding you.

despite having only met him less than half an hour ago, you both seem quite comfortable with each other. any embarrassment from your small panic attack now a fleeting memory as he tosses his head back with laughter. the sound warming you from the inside, out.

“gotta say i’m a little shocked, first show and you’re already hitting the pits like a pro.” he jokes, leaning in a little closer to you. the scent of his spicy cologne washes over you, making your head spin, “practically took that guy out by sitting on him.”

you groan in embarrassment, playfully shoving his shoulder as he laughs again.

“i’ll have you know i’m quite fond of the music… just not the…” you gesture towards the sea of bodies that are jumping, shoving and headbanging to for whom the bell tolls.

“moshing?” he finishes for you, as you nod sheepishly.

before he has a chance to say anything else, a loud squeal fills your ears as a body slams into you at full force. nearly knocking you over in the process.

“there you are, babes! i’ve been looking for you everywhere!”

earlier you would’ve been relieved to hear your best friend’s voice, but now you can’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment. hoping your emotions aren’t written across your face, but she doesn’t seem to notice. she’s a little too preoccupied with staring at the male leaning next to you.

“now who is this?” her tone is overly playful, wiggling her eyebrows at you suggestively.

before she can embarrass you further, you elbow her in the ribs. effectively stopping anything else from leaving her mouth besides a little huff.

“eddie munson, certified mosh pit rescuer at your service ladies.”

he does a little half bow, causing both of you to break into a fit of giggles.

“wow… a modern day knight in shining armor huh?” she teases but seems impressed nonetheless, “wish i had a hot guy to pull me out of there, i basically had to army crawl my way out.”

even in the shitty bar lighting you can see his cheeks are tinted pink from her compliment, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“it was nothing really, just happy to help.” he shrugs before pushing himself off the wall, sliding his hands in the pockets of his ripped jeans.

“modest too? where did you find him?” she gushes, gently bumping her hip into yours. “and does he have a brother?” she whispers that part to you, ignoring the way you roll your eyes at her.

“well i see you’re in good hands now, sweetheart, i hope you enjoy the rest of the show.”

as he turns to leave you feel your friend shove you forward, giving you a look that screams, ‘are you insane? don’t let him get away!’

“eddie, wait!” you shout, gently tugging on the male’s wrist before he gets too far. that dimple making another appearance as he turns back to you.

“miss me already?” eddie teases, fully enjoying the flustered look that crosses your features.

“i uh, i-i’d really like to thank my knight in shining armor properly… maybe over coffee?” you nervously chew on your lower lip, praying that you didn’t read this entire interaction wrong.

but seeing his face light up squashes any doubt, watching as he grabs a pen off the bar. holding the cap between his teeth as he takes your hand, scribbling his phone number onto your palm with a satisfied grin.

“looking forward to it, sweetheart.”

he mumbles, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand before disappearing into the rowdy crowd.

tagging some moots who seemed interested 💛

@babygorewhore @hellfirenacht @thepurplelovewitch @impmunson @voyeurmunson @madelynraemunson @take-everything-you-can @corrodedcorpses @serasvictoria @munsonhoneybaby @splendiferous-bitch @eddiesxangel @taintedcigs

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HEY WRITER 🫵

Open up a random writing project you have in the works and add one word

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nothing in the world belongs to me |carmen berzatto x reader|

prompt: still new in your relationship, you show up to the bear for dinner unexpectedly, surprising carmen and the others.

based off this prompt from the other day :)

contains: fluff lol. really, it's just fluff. established-ish relationship (the others don't know). carmen being a little nervous and possessive but mainly cute <3 language.

“Alright, listen up,” Richie stood next to Sydney, flicking through the piles of tickets that were ringing through by the second. It was normal now, an expected task in their routine. “We need to walk the focaccia to table seven, please.” 

“Yes, Chef!” A chorus of nearly robotic voices rose from the sizzling hiss of the lamb searing in Carmen’s pan, lifting the spatula to tip the meat over, before giving it back to the chef on the line. 

“And for table nine, we’ve got a shellfish allergy, alright? So let’s triple check the cross contamination on that. T, can you handle that one?” Richie moved from his leather bound book of notes back to the ticket. 

“Yes, Chef!” Tina chimed, pulling a freshly washed pan, filling it with the veal stock. 

“Table nine, is that- that’s the senator?” Carmen turned to Richie, tasting the roux bubbling on Victoria’s station, giving her a curt nod of approval. 

“No, that’s table eleven.” Richie hummed, looking back at his notebook. “Nine, is… a birthday. Booked online.” Carmen had already begun to drone him out, mind racing with a million other things as Richie listed the guests name. Until he got to one. 

The name Carmen was sure he was hallucinating. The name no one knew- How would they know? How could they possibly know your name? 

You and Carmen had been seeing each other for a little while. A few weeks that were slowly turning into months. A casual thing that was slowly turning more serious. Dates and meetups are becoming more frequent. You’d even invited him over to your place a few times, he’d spent the night last week. 

Still, Carmen hadn’t managed to tell anyone. Selfishly, he liked that you were all his for now. Privacy was not guaranteed in the Berzatto house, in Carmen’s life still. He knew they meant well, they always did- he knew it wasn’t purposeful, the intrusion that almost always led to a demise. Carmen wasn’t ready for it, not yet, he still wanted you all to himself. 

“Carmen?” Sydney’s voice pulled him out of his panicked trance. “Chef, are you- are you good?” Her voice lilted with that familiar suspicious quip, the one always accompanied with her lifted brows. 

“What?” Carmen blinked, hands buzzing, heart thumping. He could see the window, Richie’s frame blocking most of it. “Sorry, yeah- yeah, I’m good, Chef.” 

Sydney watched him carefully, a slow nod before she continued calling out orders. Carmen could feel Richie’s eyes on him, narrowed with curiosity. Carmen tried to be nonchalant, crossing the kitchen back towards Tina, his eyes cutting carefully, looking out the window. 

There you were. 

Sitting pretty at the middle table, surrounded by friends, some Carmen recognized from your Instagram. He’d actually logged in to the app, looked you up after the first date, consumed every photo of yours in the dark of his room. Cheeks burning with excited heat, stomach fluttering in a way he hadn’t felt since junior high. 

“Alright, walk five salads to nine.” Sydney called out. “Where’s our runners? God, Richie, can you run-” 

“-I got it.” Carmen called, the urgency in his tone making Tina jump behind him. Carmen took the tray before Gary could, his hands shaking as he lifted it. 

“Cousin, I can get it.” Richie frowned. 

“No, I-I got it.” Carmen nodded, swallowing down his fluttering nerves. His eyes cut to your table through the window, heart skipping when he saw you. “I got it. I’ll be- I’ll just be a second.” 

“I don’t- I can’t even handle that one right now.” Sydney sighed in exasperation. “Alright, Chefs. Let’s get back on track.” She announced, shaking her head. Richie frowned, pulling out his phone. 

Sugar’s cell buzzed against the hostess stand, excusing herself to check it. 

From: Richie 

‘Look at table nine.’ 

Sugar huffed. 

To: Richie 

‘Why? Is there something wrong?’ 

She stepped back, casually turning to scan the room, eyes landing on the table. A small group of girls, younger, and amongst them- Carmen? 

To: Richie 

‘Is something wrong with the food? Do I need to comp it?’ 

From: Richie 

‘No. Cousin wanted to go out there.’ 

Sugar frowned, angling her body behind the large plant near the front as casually as she could. She watched through the leaves as Carmen passed out the salads, each girl grinning widely, but their eyes always cut to one on the end. 

Carmen saved your salad for last, hoping the lowlights of the restaurant would hide his boyish blush, setting the bowl in front of you carefully. “Hey,” 

“Hi,” You smiled sheepishly, looking to meet his gaze. “Everything looks so good.” 

“Yeah? Thanks.” Carmen nodded. “I-I didn’t know you were comin’ tonight.” 

“I’m sorry.” You cringed softly, embarrassed heat flooding through your veins. You knew better, knew you shouldn’t have done this- showed up at his restaurant unannounced. 

“I, uh, it’s my friend’s birthday.” You nodded towards Alicia at the end of the table. “And I was telling them about that pasta you made me, and they really wanted to come try it.” Your nerves bubbled, rambling in nervous peals that seemed to pour out before you could stop them.  

“Yeah, no, that’s really nice. Thank you.” Carmen nodded, giving a half smile to your friends, hoping they didn’t see the way he wiped his clammy hands on his apron. “Why didn’t- Why didn’t you just call me? Tell me you were comin’ in.” 

“I didn’t want to bother you.” You muttered softly. “I honestly didn’t think you’d even see us here, I swear. I didn’t mean to bother you or anything-” 

“-You’re not bothering me.” Carmen’s voice dropped to a coo, accompanied with a soft smile that had your head spinning. “Never a bother, but, uh, next time? Bother me, ok? Wanna make sure you get the best seat in the house.” 

Your cheeks flushed with heat, your friends excited giggles only intensifying the rushing heat blanketing over your body. Carmen’s own cheeks heated, tongue rolling on the inside of his cheek to hide his grin. 

“Alright?” Carmen added, and in a complete act of shocking boldness, his hand squeezed your shoulder affectionately. A small gesture on the outside, but for Carmen, it was huge. 

“Alright.” You grinned, leaning into his touch, your hands sliding over his. 

“How’s everything so far?” Carmen turned to the table, nodding at the excited gushes of compliments, not missing the way your friends cut their eyes to you with animated glee. 

“Just let me know if you need anything, ok?” Carmen turned to you.

“I will.” You nodded, starry eyed with love sick affection. 

“Good. I’ll see you before you leave, alright?” Carmen muttered, ducking down towards you. His lips brushed over your cheek, your perfume clouding his senses. “You’re not botherin’ me. ‘M glad you’re here.” 

Your cheek pressed to his, a gentle, affectionate rub before Carmen parted. Both of your features painted with shy delight. 

Carmen could feel everyone’s eyes, through flickering gazes and lifted brows. Sydney’s gaze lingering over him skeptically, still counting tickets. Fak’s wide grin from the corner, loading trays to take out. 

“Hey, uh, Marcus.” Carmen ignored Richie’s raised brows, a teasing, questioning remark on the tip of his tongue. 

“Yes, Chef?” Marcus muttered, looking up from the cannolis he was garnishing. 

“Table nine has a birthday. I was thinkin’ maybe the chocolate ganache, punch it with the little circle to make it look like a cake. Add a candle?” Carmen muttered, hand rubbing across his face. 

“Yeah, Chef, I can do that.” Marcus nodded. 

“Thank you.” Carmen nodded. “And Chef? Let me know when it’s ready before you walk it.” 

Marcus frowned. “No, it’s not- I just wanna walk it, ok?” Carmen shook his head. 

“Alright.” Marcus nodded slowly. “Heard, Chef.” 

Richie smirked, leaning against the stainless steel table. “So,” Richie hummed. “There a complaint or somethin’? Need me to go talk to ‘em-” 

“-No,” Carmen snapped, the possessiveness in his tone startling the both of them. “Sorry, it’s- No, I-I don’t need you to do that, Chef. Everything’s good.” 

Richie nodded slowly, passing the dishes to Gary with a nod. “You gonna tell me what that was about?” 

“No, Chef.” Carmen clipped, an edge to his tone that was teetering on annoyed. “But, uh, there’s not gonna be a check on table nine.” 

“What?” Richie frowned. “Did you mess somethin’ up? Seriously, Cousin, if something's wrong it’s my job to know-” 

“-No, it’s not-.” Carmen huffed, eyes pinching closed, running a hand over his face in frustration. “Look, that’s… The girl on the end? I-I’ve been kinda seein’ her, ya know?” He muttered. 

Richie gawked, blinking in disbelief. “No shit.” He grinned. “No shit? You-You’re serious?” He turned to look out the window. 

“Don’t fuckin’ look.” Carmen hissed. “Look, it-it’s not a big deal, alright? Just don’t-don’t say anything o-or do anything.” 

Richie swallowed back a teasing remark, a reactive reaction from years of being with Mikey. How the two of them used to tease Carmen endlessly, until they were fighting on the front lawn, Mikey howling with laughter while Carmen was red faced with mortified anger. 

This time, Richie held back. He wasn’t sure why, call it divine intervention, a gut feeling maybe, but it felt different this time. 

“Alright.” Richie nodded slowly. “No ticket for nine. Heard.” 

Carmen’s foot tapped anxiously. “I mean, right? Th-That’s what I should do right?” Carmen looked over his shoulder out the window. “That would be shitty to give her a check? Be a complete jagoff move to charge her?” 

“Yeah,” Richie scoffed lightly. “Jagoff of the fuckin’ year. Makin’ your girl pay to come to your place.” 

Carmen’s heart swelled at the term- your girl. His girl. You were his girl. 

“Walk four Pappardelle to nine. Walk one Pappardelle vegetarian style to nine.” Sydney called. 

Carmen dipped the spoon in the glaze, garnishing the plate before sliding it towards Sydney. “So, you gonna take these out?” He muttered. 

“No,” Carmen huffed. “Gonna wait until the cake.” 

“Yeah, good idea, Cousin.” Richie nodded with a proud smile. “That when you’re gonna tell them no check tonight?” 

“No,” Carmen shook his head. “I don’t- It would feel weird comin’ from me.” He looked up at Richie. “I was gonna let you do it.” 

“Yeah, I can handle that.” Richie smirked. “And I won’t say anything, Cousin.” He stopped Carmen before he could say it. “I got you, Cousin. I won’t fuck it up, alright?” 

Carmen nodded slowly, a strangled thank you on the tip of his tongue. The door swung open behind Richie, and for a second, Carmen caught a glimpse of you. Smiling and laughing, leaned in over the table, no doubt giggling with your friends about him. Carmen’s heart squeezed, but this time, without fear. No, there was no dooming fear that you were mocking him, making fun of him. This time, he felt the content rush of adrenaline filled love. A change in his routine, yes. Unexpected, sure, but he was glad for it. Glad that you were there- here, with him.

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STRANGER THINGS 5 NEW OFFICIAL STILLS!!

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if i ever reblog a stolen or an ai generated fic please please tell me, im only here to support real ppl and their real written work

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I haven’t read a TLOU fic since before Part II (the game) came out and WOW, I have been missing out!! This was such a good read— especially for someone (like me) who enjoys a lil hurt/comfort, particularly when it’s the reader getting hurt. Your writing is excellent, and as I got further into it I was really imagining the world around me.

Keen ears listen for that shiver-worthy clicking of infected…

This felt so atmospheric! I was already feeling immersed in the world, but I may have actually gotten goosebumps as I imagined that unforgettable clicking sound.

You don’t protest when she carefully slides her arm beneath your knees, the other supporting your back as she lifts you from the ground.

Honestly, I don’t have much to say about this snippet but wanted to highlight it because my brain and heart turned to mush at this point. Being picked up and carried by a hot, strong girl? Yes please!

This world you were born into is not fair. It is definitely not kind. And, so it is a challenging one to live in for someone like you. Who traps spiders in cups and carries them outside to set them free.

I love this dynamic, of Ellie and someone who is just so soft and kind-hearted that she couldn’t even bring herself to kill a bug. That kind of gentleness is certainly rare in this world, like a precious gem— and I’m sure Ellie cherishes her like one.

“You’re worth killing for,” she finishes quietly, her hazy eyes filled with intensity that matches the conviction in her voice.

At this point, I was giggling and saying to myself “now kith.” And then they did and I cheered. I love Ellie taking the lead, showing how much she cares and how you portrayed that emotion. Not just with the kiss, either, but with Ellie’s teary eyes, the reader grabbing for her, the forehead touch!!!

And that final line? Ooooh! I love it— a firm statement (or promise) like that always gets me.

And now I’d like to end this with a couple snippets that I wanted to highlight because they made me blush, swoon, or otherwise malfunction:

Her strong, protective arms transport you not with ease, but with stubborn resolve.

Eventually she catches on. Nods resolutely. Leans forward with her forearms pressed into her spread legs.

Serious question: why is it so hot when women manspread? 🥵

i don’t die for my women anymore (no, i kill for ‘em)

Pairing: Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Ellie kills for you. Minors do NOT interact.

WC: 1.3k

Content: Death, canon typical violence, Jackson era, r is injured, ellie carries r, kissing, established relationship, outbreak, you can picture game or hbo ellie :)

A/N: title is a xana lyric cause i can’t stop listening to the sex was good until it wasn’t!!

Masterlist

Ellie stands over the body, chest heaving with exertion. A hateful scowl on her face paired with now hollow eyes, ones that were, just a moment ago, filled with intense rage. Pressing the toe of her boot into his hip and shoving him onto his back forcefully, she looks him over. His limbs flop over limply. 

The four-inch dagger embedded in your thigh sears with pain and you inhale sharply through your teeth. Groaning as piercing pain shoots down your leg. 

You could be doing a lot worse. You could be lying still in the dirt, in a pool of your own blood, empty eyes staring out into nothingness. Much like your attacker who now lies dead, his wound still seeping blood. The cause of death: a dagger—not unlike the one in your own leg—driven into his carotid. Gripped tightly in Ellie’s hand, the once pristine silver blade now drips dark red. 

In a shift so quick you’re surprised you even catch it, Ellie’s eyes soften as she turns to you. Shoving the dagger promptly into its sheath strapped to her thigh, she kneels beside you where you sit gripping your leg. 

“Are you okay?” she asks, her tone panicked. Her hand, spattered with blood, holds your cheek. She winces as she looks down at your leg. “Shit.”

“Hurts like hell,” you respond, jaw tight. Still in shock from the attack and a bit stunned by her lack of hesitation. You’ve seen her kill infected a hundred times. But never a person. 

The fucker came out of nowhere, but she acted fast–on pure instinct alone–to protect you. It all happened so quick it’s hard to piece together. A stabbing pain in your left leg. You hit the ground, your knees slamming harshly into concrete. Ellie’s shock morphed into anger. Wide eyes at your sudden yelp of pain bled into hardened features. With a bellow of rage, she grabbed the guy in a chokehold. In less than thirty seconds, he was dead. 

“I’m gonna pull it out.” 

“No!” you shout, a little too loudly. 

You both wince, looking around in anxious anticipation. Keen ears listen for that shiver-worthy clicking of infected or the stomping of boots on the ground from the dead guys’ potential partners. But only a lone crow squawks from where it’s perched on the chain link fence behind you before flying away. It seems your attacker acted alone. And, for now, the place is devoid of infected. 

Still, you’re cautious in your movements as you attempt to push yourself off the gravel and stand. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Stop!” she whisper-shouts when she notices your fruitless attempt, helping you back to the ground. 

You huff, panting with the–what should have been minor–effort. “We can’t stay here.” 

Ellie furrows her brows, then stands, looks around. 

It’s pretty deserted out here. 

“There.” She points somewhere to the right. You turn your head and see what looks to be a small gas station in the distance. Not more than a couple hundred yards away. 

You don’t protest when she carefully slides her arm beneath your knees, the other supporting your back as she lifts you from the ground. Grimacing in pain as she does, a soft whispered sorry slipping past her lips. Your arm circles securely around her neck as she trudges toward the small building. Determined eyes set on the storefront. 

Watching her closely on the walk there, you see no trace of guilt. Not a single hint of remorse. A complete lack of regard for the human life she just stole with her bare hands. He gets smaller as the distance between the pair of you and the fence increases. But only in physical space does he diminish. In your mind, he lingers. 

This world you were born into is not fair. It is definitely not kind. And, so it is a challenging one to live in for someone like you. Who traps spiders in cups and carries them outside to set them free. 

It takes longer to get to the gas station than it would if your leg weren’t currently impaled. Ellie takes no more than three or four breaks on the way, knowing you can’t afford to be out in the open for too long. Or leave your wound unaddressed. Her strong, protective arms transport you not with ease, but with stubborn resolve. Unwilling to even let you try to walk with some assistance. 

In the store, she patches you up expertly. Like she’s done this before. Stems the bleeding. Cleans the wound as best she can. Weaves stitches that hurt like a motherfucker. Kindly administers pills from her pack to keep the pain at bay. 

She’s nestled you in the back corner of the tiny store, laid out a bunch of ugly t-shirts she found boxed up in a back room. Vaguely offensive phrases and cartoon images of howling wolves slapped across them. A makeshift bed.

“We’ll stay here tonight,” she says from her spot on a chair by the door where she carefully cleans her blade. “Head back at dawn.” 

You nod, exhausted. But your attackers' blank eyes and gaping wound gnaw at you when you try to close your eyes. 

“Ellie?” 

“Yeah?” she replies absentmindedly without looking away from the small clear spot in the glass door. Twisting her now clean blade in her hands. Her gun resting against her backpack. 

“Are you okay?” 

At the question, she looks back at you. 

“Why wouldn’t I be?” 

Your eyes shift from hers to the glass door, so caked with filth you couldn’t see a sliver of the world outside from where you sit. But you know he’s out there. Unmoving and silent in the moonlight. His spilled blood probably has not even dried yet with the volume of the stuff that poured from him. 

She waits for your response but doesn’t get a verbal one. Eventually she catches on. Nods resolutely. Leans forward with her forearms pressed into her spread legs. She glances back out the small clear spot on the door, wiped clean with the sleeve of her jacket. 

“I’m fine,” she says. You chew on the inside of your lip when she returns her gaze to you. “Should I not be?” 

She’s defensive. You don’t blame her. Your questioning of her feelings sounds a lot like ungratefulness. She saved your life back there. You wouldn’t still be here had you been alone. 

“No, no-I was just…wondering is all.” 

Ellie nods, looks down at the ground for a moment. Dead leaves and dirt beneath her boot. Deep in thought. 

Then she abandons her dagger and her spot by the door to sit cross-legged next to you on the mucky floor and sighs. Your name is soft on her lips. 

“Listen. I don’t feel bad about what I did…because you-” Ellie chokes on the last word, her eyes blurring with tears. Your own begin to sting and you grab her hands in both of yours. She squeezes them tightly. 

When she blinks, the tears slip down her cheeks. 

“You’re worth killing for,” she finishes quietly, her hazy eyes filled with intensity that matches the conviction in her voice. You swallow the lump in your throat, knowing they aren’t empty words. Today proved that. 

“Ellie,” you say her name with such need and urgency, begging for her without so many words. She gets on her knees, lets go of your hands in favour of grabbing your face, and kisses you hard. Her soft lips pressing fervently against yours. A kiss that says I love you, you’re safe with me. 

Foreheads pressed together when you pull away. Eyes closed. Gripping her forearms gently. The textured scar from the burn beneath her tattoo presses into your palms. 

“I’d die for you,” you whisper your devotion to her. Her eyes open to yours with a smile and a soft exhale of air. Almost like a teary, appreciative laugh.

“You won’t have to,” she replies unflinchingly. The unsaid part of that sentence is loud and clear:

Because I’ll kill for you.

thank you for reading! please reblog and let me know what you thought!!

[serafae]

truths are revealed and lines are drawn…

older brother’s best friend eddie x fem reader

warnings: 18+ mdni, gareth is snarky, making out in inconvenient places, secret relationship, a sprinkle of spice, angst, blood and someone gets punched...

it’s a recipe for disaster masterlist

a/n: hi hello! it’s been a hot minute since i posted anything, so i’m actually very nervous to put this out. but i want to thank both @wonderlandwalker and @undead-supernova for looking this over and helping me fix a few things. i appreciate you both immensely. i hope you all enjoy this and thank you for always being so patient with me ilysm xx.

“since when did you start wearing lip gloss, dude?”

is the first thing out of gareth’s mouth when eddie walks back into the living room, the bowl of popcorn in his hands quickly forgotten as he pauses in the doorway. gareth is right, only it’s your lip gloss that’s smeared all over his mouth, the shimmery pink glitter now catching in the overhead light.

a fact neither of you had noticed until this very second, but if gareth’s shit eating grin is anything to go by, he’s all too aware of it.

it was incredibly risky when you pulled eddie into the pantry for a quick lip-lock session, knowing the entirety of the hellfire club and your brother were right within earshot. but that didn’t really matter in the heat of the moment because you hadn’t seen eddie in days—and you were on the brink of insanity.

the obnoxious hum of the microwave had drowned out your soft whimpers as he pinned your hips against the shelf, nearly knocking over a stack of canned goods in his haste. but you were just as frantic, if not more, tugging harshly on his unruly curls as you all but devoured him with your mouth.

“missed you,” you murmur, gasping softly when you feel his lips ghosting over that spot just below your ear.

his hum of agreement melts into a deep groan when your hands slide up and under his t-shirt, lightly dragging your nails across his abdomen.

“i missed you more,” he counters with a grin, eagerly capturing your lips again.

each press of his lips leaves you wanting more, more, more, your body completely pliable under his calloused hands.

the final ding of the timer is what forces you both apart, the sounds of your heavy breathing being quickly overtaken by the sudden burst of laughter floating up from underneath the door.

“we should get back,” you whisper, but it feels like your feet are glued to the floor.

“yeah, we really should,” he agrees.

but when he tilts your chin back up and presses his lips to yours, you’re all too eager to reciprocate.

“hey! where’s the damn popcorn?”

a shout from the other room bursts through the little bubble you’ve surrounded yourselves in, a grunt of annoyance slipping past his lips when he leans his forehead against yours. it takes him a full minute before he can turn away from you, but he keeps his fingers hooked in the loop of your jeans when he cracks the door open.

the warm light from the kitchen begins to spill into the closet, highlighting the curve of his broad shoulders and mussed curls. you have to physically restrain yourself from tugging him back in by the collar of his hellfire t-shirt.

“i’m workin’ on it!” eddie shouts, grabbing another packet of popcorn from the shelf beside him.

lord knows one bag wouldn’t be enough for everyone.

“can you grab some more mountain dew, too?” you hear dustin chime in, and you can see the flush of irritation creeping up his neck.

“mouse is already getting more from the garage!” sid retorts, and it’s followed by a light smacking sound which you can only assume is the brim of dustin’s hat being knocked off his head.

“bunch of greedy little gremlins,” eddie grumbles under his breath when he turns around to face you. “speaking of greedy…”

a look of mischief suddenly fills his eyes as he reels you back in, only stopping once your chest is flush against his own. he brushes his thumb over your glossy lips, a playful smirk stretching across his handsome face as he guides your head back.

“one more couldn’t hurt, right?”

it’s a damn miracle you made it out of that closet at all.

but now you’re frozen, a deer caught in the headlights as you sit opposite your brother in the living room. eddie’s eyes widen in alarm as they flick toward you, something that gareth doesn’t miss. 

“i’m not wearing lip gloss, dumbass,” eddie scoffs lightly, licking his lips before wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his shirt.

“so, your spit is just pink and sparkly now, munson?” sid chimes in with a snort, but his amused expression begins to falter when his eyes wander over to you.

and suddenly it feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room.

“no way…” sid scoffs, looking between the both of you with an expression that's a mixture of disbelief and betrayal. “there’s no fucking way.”

it’s undeniable. sid would recognize that guilty look on your face a mile away. but you aren’t kids anymore, and this isn’t the same as when you stole one of his cassette tapes without asking.  

“really, eddie?” he seethes, whipping around to glare at his best friend. “my sister? my little fucking sister?!”

before anyone can react, sid is hopping over the back of the couch and making a beeline for eddie. a calculated shove has him stumbling backward, the bowl of popcorn crashing to the ground and spilling across the hardwood. you rush to your feet in an instant, ignoring the glare your brother throws over his shoulder.

“sid, man…come on, let’s just talk about this.” eddie pleads, raising his hands in surrender.

“talk about what? that you’ve been screwing my sister behind my back?” he hisses and his hands curl into fists at his sides, a pair of talons ready to strike. “or that you both have been lying to me about this for months?”

“we wanted to tell you,” you interject, attempting to put some distance between them but sid just shrugs you off.

“so, what is it then?” sid continues as though you had never spoken, shoving eddie back another step. “is it some weird fucking conquest for you? she’s my baby sister, eddie.”

“it’s…it’s not like that, man,” eddie insists, his eyes finding yours over sid’s shoulder. “i love—”

you hear the sickening crack before you see it, as sid’s fist collides directly with eddie’s nose. a deadly hush falls over the room when eddie slumps back against the wall, crimson droplets beginning to drip down his chin and soak into the worn cotton of his hellfire shirt.

“okay,” eddie mumbles, carefully wiping some blood away from his mouth. “guess i deserved that.”

“what the actual fuck is wrong with you?” your voice cracks as you push past him, putting yourself between the two males before your brother can cause any more damage. 

sid says nothing, just continues to glare at the two of you while you cup your hand over eddie’s nose in an attempt to slow the bleeding. you peer past your brother’s looming form and into the living room, where the startled eyes of the hellfire members greet you. 

“are you all just going to sit there and stare? or can someone get me a towel and some ice?” 

your harsh tone is what snaps them out of their joint stupor, and dustin hurries into the other room with a queasy looking jeff hot on his heels. 

“…so we aren’t finishing the campaign?” mike asks quietly. 

“fuck the campaign.” sid responds with a sneer, storming past you both and slamming the front door behind him without another word. 

“well…” eddie says after a moment, sliding down the wall until he hits the ground with a soft thud. “that went better than i expected.” 

“better?” you ask with an exasperated laugh. “how was that better, eddie?” 

but your boyfriend just peers up at you with a crooked grin, still devastatingly handsome despite the blood smeared across his upper lip. 

“sid didn’t kill me…that’s gotta count for something, right?” 

you let out a soft sigh before sinking to your knees, lightly bumping your forehead against his. 

“you’re an idiot,” you mumble fondly. 

“i love you, too,” he replies. 

series taglist: i desperately need to update this, so i will be in the process of doing that soon. but if you were previously on the list and want to remain on it or you’d like to be taken off, please let me know! <3

[serafae]

friendly reminder that if your fav authors on here delete their blogs one day, fics in your likes are *POOF* gone but fics you've reblogged are saved to your blog, always available to be read in the future!!

so reblog fics you like! don't just let them pile up in your likes!

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respectfully, i need 2025 to chill the fuck out.

[serafae]

are you a doggo or a kitten person? soya or almond milk? lip gloss or matte? strawberry or vanilla? sunflower or daisies? sweater or hoodie? potted plants or huge trees? mustard yellow or sunlight yellow? picnics or road trips?

[serafae]

Love bites (platonic or romantic) Prompts

Hey look I'm making another prompt list after so long, holy cow!

"If I had to compare your mind to anything, I'd compare it to outer space." "You calling me empty minded?" "No, I'm saying your mind is filled with beautiful things."

"Do you ever wonder what it could have been?" "Always."

"You are so odd." "And yet you love me." "That I do."

Person A telling Person B bad jokes while they are working till they burst out laughing.

"Don't test me." "Oh but that's my favorite past time!"

Person A and person B bonding over stories while trapped.

"You know me well enough to know I won't let this go." "Oh I know and you know I won't let you deal with it alone."

"My life has been nothing but cold and yet here you are desperately trying to warm it up."

"My dear, you deserve the world."

"Why is life so cruel to us?" "I'm lead to believe it's because it can't handle our love."

"I know you too well for that."

Person A making Person B tea/coffee.

"When I see you, I see the world that I'd never be able to live without."

[serafae]

Fandom is so different now and it’s becoming un-fun with how quickly shit moves.

I just want to enjoy things. I don’t want to have to play a game of Artist-Race that seems to be afoot lately.

Ya’ll eat up fandoms, leave artists and writers bone dry and then move on so fucking quickly then fucking wonder where all the Good Fandom Stuff is.

Idk Maybe cherish some things for longer. Reblog stuff. Interact with people. Comment and share.

Fandom is Capitalism now and I’m not being nuanced.

[serafae]

you know a fic is good when it has this

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i read both this and the blurb and loved both! what is there to say except that this was a fun read? i loved the way this ended in a callback to the ending of the blurb, it was a nice touch that really tied it all together (along with the mention of the reader’s previous skirt, of course).

Knee Socks

Masterlist

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Eddie has a thing for his best friend’s thighs. She catches him jerking off and Eddie’s fantasy becomes reality. Part 2 to this blurb (though this can be read independently). 

WC: 2.7k

Category: Smut (18+, minors dni).

Content: Eddie’s thigh kink, knee socks kink (?), kinda perv Eddie, kinda ditzy reader, masturbation (male receiving), fem receiving oral (face riding), nicknames. 

A/N: This is for my girls with thick thighs. I love you and you are gorgeous.

Eddie’s never endured torture before but he is pretty sure that he has a good idea of what it would feel like. And he is currently experiencing it.

It’s a lazy Saturday evening and you and Eddie have spent the day together, which is the furthest thing from torture in his opinion. It’s the opposite of torture, actually; Eddie cherishes your company more than anything in the world. 

Right now though, you lay next to him on his bed—you, on your belly facing him, and Eddie, leaning against the headboard with his acoustic guitar in his lap—as you doodle in your notebook while humming one of his songs. And while that is nearly enough to send him into overdrive, you are also wearing a brand new skirt. The torture device itself.

Eddie knew he was in for the most torturous day when he answered his door and you were there in your black knee socks and that skirt, presenting it to him excitedly by giving him a twirl on his doorstep. He hadn’t missed the way your thighs jiggled with the movement. In fact, he fixated on it and forced himself to stifle a groan at the sight as you exclaimed, it even has pockets!

Previously, Eddie had thought that your red skirt and knee socks were the most deadly pairing, but this one–oh, God, this one. It’s a simple black skirt, nothing super fancy, but it is so—so—short that he’s sure that if you bent over, he’d get a pretty view of the curve of your ass and your soft cunt through your panties. The thought has his mouth watering instantly. 

He’s torn because he never wants you to leave, but he also really needs you to leave so he can take care of the growing bulge in his pants. Eddie is thankful he has his guitar covering his lap. 

Luckily, his dilemma is solved when you glance over at his alarm clock and say, “Oh! Shoot, I need to get home.” As you begin to shove your things into your bag. 

Relief floods over him, followed by a wave of guilt. He should not want his best friend to leave so he can jack off to the thought of her and the way her pretty, thick thighs look in her new skirt. 

Eddie’s about to climb off the bed after you get up, intending to walk you out even though his bedroom is no more than 20 short paces from the front door of the trailer. But he’s stopped by your hand on his arm applying gentle pressure to stop him from standing, the contact causing his face to burn hot and the skin under your hand to sizzle with electricity. 

“Don’t worry, Eddie, I can find my way to the door,” You tell him, not wanting him to have to walk you to his door. It’s not exactly far. 

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Spotify Wrapped Request Meme 2024 Edition

33. Bad Guy by The Interrupters + Stranger Things for @emella

Pick a song 1-100 and a fandom i’ll make a gifset with the lyrics