#( shit makes me wanna start a band plot )

[arolesbianism]

Thinking abt the random card au again. Why must it go so crazy hard I miss it sm

[callmerainman]

BREAK FROM HEAVEN | Adam x fem!angel!Reader

FIRST PART

plot. Adam, the First Man and Heaven rockstar, invited you to his concert's after-party. Soon, you find yourself making out with him in a nightclub, and the night won't stop here.

word count. 2.1k

tags. smut, Adam being Adam, rockstar!Adam, partying, nightclubs, smoking, making out, hooking up, one night stands, p in v sex, premature ejaculation, asking out, humour, soft dom!Adam

TW! SMUT AHEAD, minors DNI, 18+

a/n. one of the scenes in this fic is obviously a reference to The Wolf Of Wall Street (I love it in a "funny well made irreverent movie" way not in a "alpha sigma grindset" way)

God works in mysterious ways, they say. But nothing is more mysterious to you than the way you ended up in this situation. Making out in a nightclub with Adam, the First Man.

Straddling him on a couch, arms around his neck, lips and tongues busy in a slow dance. One of his hands is placed on your exposed waist and the other is shoved inside the back pocket of your jeans, as he gives your ass sporadic squeezes. Electronic music booms in your eardrums, so loud that you can’t even hear your own thoughts, just the wet sounds of your kisses. Suddenly, Adam pulls away from your lips. You blink a few times, then he leans in, and whispers something in your ear that only you two and hear. As if this night couldn’t get any crazier.

After attending his concert, Adam invited you to join the exclusive after party. You two chatted, discussed music and bands with Adam insisting on your taste being questionable as you made your way towards the night club. There, he proposed you to move your conversations to the dance floor, where you swayed to the beats of electronic music. What a hypocrite he is, you thought. Always blabbering about what is real music and what’s not, and then dancing and enjoying meaningless bass booms. Adam offered you and all his band mates drinks, made you company outside the club for a cigarette break, then took your hand to guide yourselves in the crowd back inside. Oh he was obviously flirting.

“Didn’t take you for a party girl” he playfully said to you.

And then, he placed his hands on your waist as you two started swinging side to side on the floor. Your cheeks caught fire. You knew that he was flirting with you. But then why did you feel your knees melt like butter under his golden irises, so penetrating even in the semi-darkness of the club?Adam is one of your superiors, you shouldn’t even think about flirting back. But oh, fuck it.

“Are you calling me a pain in the ass?” you smirked.

Adam chuckled and pulled you closer, brushing the question off and keeping on dancing. When you said you wanted to take a break, he followed you to one of the reserved tables of the club, sitting next to you. As you and the First Man kept talking, suddenly you found yourself snuggled on his side, his arm around your shoulders, one hand on your thighs and your lips dangerously close to his. And then, all of a sudden, with the audacity typical of an egocentric jerk like him, Adam asked you.

“Wanna make out?”

And, without a word, you just did. You nonchalantly shrugged, and leaned in to welcome his lips. And now here you are, sloppily making out with Adam, as if your entire lives depended on it. Adam tasted so bad, but in a good way. Cigarettes and alcohol, the typical party flavor. He couldn’t keep his hands on himself, letting them roam over your body lasciviously. You, yourself, couldn’t stay still as you found yourself occasionally grinding against his lap. Then, after stopping to catch hair, Adam’s lips got close to your ear.

“Wanna go somewhere more private, sweetie?”

—

You and Adam tumble inside his bedroom, smacking of lips reverberating through the room along with your suffocated giggles. Adam, mouth still interlocked with yours, shuts the door close with a firm kick.

“Oh shit-“ Adam stutters between kisses “you’re too-much”

You go “pff” at his statement, making sure to never miss the chance to kiss him so messily. As you and Adam make your way towards the bed, you realize that you don’t want to question your decisions anymore. You’re enjoying this, a lot. Even if he’s literally the First Man, his authority doesn’t matter to you anymore because you just prefer being carried away.

Dropping on the edge of the bed, Adam looks up at your figure standing in front of him, running his hands up and down your waist.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll never have a reason to listen to The Smiths again” he says, a smirk radiating lust from a kilometer.

Oh, you’re gonna have fun. You raise an eyebrow, pretending to be confused.

“Fucking me? Who said I’ll have sex with you” you inquire.

Adam’s mouth falls open, his hands sliding down from your waist to your hips, and then his touch leaving your skin. You try your best not to burst out laughing.

“Bitch, why would I invite you to my place for? Playing chess? We’re eating each other’s faces!” he protests.

“We could just make out”

“But- what the”

There’s no way you actually managed to make Adam shut the fuck up. You literally left him with no words, his mouth opening and closing like a fish, in search of something to say.

You chuckle, leaning towards him “While I think about it, and I’ll reeeally have to, I’ll go to the bathroom. Can you wait for me?”

Adam frowns “Whatever bi-…ugh I mean yeah okay, first door to your right”

As you disappear in the corridor connecting his bedroom and the bathroom, Adam is left all alone and guessing. He, somehow, had a way with women, and if things escalated to the point where one of them was in his room, sex was always took for granted. Except when Lute crashes to his place to eat junk food and watch TV. But making out in a club with a girl, moving things all the way to his bed, and then second-guessing the idea of having sex? For Adam, the situation is new and desperate. Also considering how much he's thirsting over you, and how rock hard his dick is inside his pants. So, Adam resorts to the only thing left to do.

Praying.

In a hurry, Adam falls down on his knees and joins his hands. He looks up, his golden eyes pleading.

“Hey God, it’s me, Adam, your favorite! I know I’ve been slacking off a bit lately but I’m still your number one creation, am I right? I promise I’ll pay you a visit first chance I get, you know I’ve been pretty busy with concerts and everything. But in the meantime, I’m begging you please, let me fuck this woman!”

As soon as Adam hears the bathroom door unlocking, he frantically gets up, facing the wall. And then, the second he turns around, a wheeze accidentally escapes his mouth. He officially lost the ability to talk a second time.

Because here you are, leaning on the doorframe. Naked. Except for your high socks. A calm smile is extended on your face, as Adam can’t do nothing but stare at you completely dumbfounded. Maybe God heard, after all.

“So? Changed your mind?” you coo, teasingly.

Adam finally manages to recollect his thoughts and put himself together.

“Holy fuckin’ shit balls, no!”

In the end, of course Adam fucked your brains out.

For eleven seconds!

Plunged inside you between your thighs, Adam gives a few more convulsive thrusts, along with strangled moans of release. His wings twitch and his glowing halo flickers. Damn if he cums loudly.

“Fuck, holy fuck I’m…I” he pants, looking down at your stiffened frame with mortified eyes.

“Did you cum?” you ask, frowning in confusion of what just happened.

“Yeah…did you?”

You shake your head “No…”

How was that man put on Earth with the purpose of having sex and yet didn’t have a clue? Sighing, Adam rolls off of you, lying on his back. He looks down at you, and you reciprocate his gaze.

“I can get hard again though” Adam says.

As you give him a small, reassuring smile, Adam brings his hand under the sheets and starts stroking himself, in an attempt to pump his dick up again. Quite the mission, considering that he came a lot. But he persists, squeezing his eyes shut and scrunching his face in concentration as he emits choked groans of fatigue.

"Ngrh..."

“Adam, don’t worry there’s no need to-oh shit” you eyes widen when you look down.

Adam is getting hard again. With what seems like a biblical effort, but he’s actually managing to pull it off. And there it is, the original dick in all its glory, back again after a previous, proficient orgasm. Adam turns towards you with a smirk, and wiggles his eyebrows.

“They don’t call me dickmaster for nothing” he says, before eagerly getting on top of you again.

The urge of asking him if that nickname was self-proclaimed is high, but you don’t have time for that. You find yourself giggling as Adam attacks your neck with his lips, you feel him smirking against it. He slides back inside of you. The filling sensation causes your nails to leave trails of red marks along his back, right between the base of his golden wings. Pleasure invades every inch of your body as Adam slowly gets to the right spot, grazing it lightly at first before speeding up the pace.

“Mh, you don’t realize how fucking hot you were when you came back, all naked for me” Adam whispers, managing to keep up the pace.

You try to talk, but the moans escaping your mouth impede it. You wanna talk back to his cocky, arrogant self, but you’re too overwhelmed by your own pleasure and the sound of skin against skin reverberating through the room as Adam snaps his hips against yours.

“Adam, please don’t stop” you whine, your face scrunching in pleasure as your legs clench desperately around his lower back.

Adam chuckles, the grin on his face devilish. You don’t want to boost his already titanic ego, but it’s hard not to praise him when he’s fucking you so good. One of his hands runs up your stomach, reaching for one of your tits. He fondles it as his pace fastens, the bedsprings creaking and your moans even more desperate. The obscene sensations are evident even on Adam’s face. His shit-eating grin disappeared, replaced with an overwhelmed, flushed face. His mouth is open, gasping for air as a series of disconnected moans flow out of his lips. You didn't even realize that his hands had moved from your breasts to your own hands, interlocking them firmly over your head.

For a second, you and Adam also lock eyes. His pupils are dilated so dangerously, completely lost in the moment. But you're sure that yours are the same. Ugh, why did he have to be so fine?

As you feel your climax approaching, your wings inadvertently wrap around your naked bodies. With a flap, Adam's golden ones do the same, encapsulating your both as you get close to your climax.

"Told I would fuck-ah oh shit yes- I would fuck your bad music taste out of your body" Adam stutters, sending you a mischievous grin as his thrust become more erratic.

You smirk back "But I'm not finished yet-ohh oh holy fuck no I take it back I'm coming"

And with your withdrawn statement, you reach your orgasm, your sex clenching around his dick as it twitches inside of you.

"Aw, cumming already? Can't take the original dick? Well, I can go all night long babe, cause- oh holy shit no I'm coming again too, forget it!"

For a second time that night, Adam sloppily comes inside of you, announcing it with a twitch of his wings and flickers of his halo. He loudly groans in the crook of your neck as you try to steady your breath.

After Adam finishes, he collapses next to you.

"You um...you did cum now did you?"

"Yeah I definitely did"

"Awesomeee"

You give yourselves a couple of minutes to come down your high, pleasure still lingering on your body as you two pant out of exhaustion.

Adam runs a hand through his hair "Shit, that was good"

You felt good, that's what he was thinking. But admitting it would be too much for him. You wipe the back of your hand on your forehead, and nod.

"I think we agree on this one" you sigh.

Adam slides an arm behind your back, pulling you close to his naked chest as you lay your head on it. His heart is still trying to pump enough blood to soothe him. You close your eyes, relaxed.

"Still wanna listen to your sad Brit rock music?" he asks.

"Oh sure, wanna listen to it now to improve after sex? The Cure or-"

"Hell no!"

You chuckle, and Adam twists on his side to face you. His hand reaches your lower back and starts rubbing circles against your skin with the tip of his fingers, in the gap between your wings.

"Are you free tomorrow for dinner, sweet tits? I know a place that makes the best ribs" he says, smiling down at you intently.

Your eyes widen, surprised.

"Inviting me to dinner is not really a groupie thing, y'know?"

"Who said you're a groupie"

"You said it, last week when you invited me to the concert"

"Yeaaah, right. Maybe you are. You still can spare me some time for dinner".

Your hand extends to touch the strands of hair falling on his forehead. What an asshole, you think.

"I'm not but sure, tomorrow for dinner then"

[cameronsprincess]

— summary: you’ve wanted jj for as long as you can remember, but the two of you have always been stubborn when it came to your feelings for one another. a months long secret affair behind his girlfriend, kiara’s back, and getting caught by john b finally pushes jj to do what he should have done months ago.

— warnings: smut! 18+ cheating!!! oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, getting caught by john b, strong language. i think that’s it.

— note: y’all probably think i’m awful lmao. two cheating fics in one week? 🫣 anywhoooo, i don’t condone cheating by any means, but for the plot, it was necessary. not a very long one, but enjoy<3

likes, comments + reblogs are appreciated!!

❥ desire — j.m

“please jj, ‘m so close, it hurts, please… let me— shit! let me cum”

jj’s tongue continues its assault on your sensitive pussy, his tongue dragging up and down the length of your sopping core, lips wrapping around your clit and sucking at it softly before releasing it and penetrating your tight hole with his tongue.

your legs were shaking, fingers buried in his messy blond locks as he worked you toward your third orgasm.

jj lets your clit pop from his lips, lifting his head so his darkened over eyes could meet yours. “fuckin’ love how good you taste, wanna die between these legs”

he slips a finger inside of you, slowly thrusting it in and out, slightly curving it and hitting at your gspot. you let out a pathetic whine, head firmly pressed into the pillows as your third orgasm was threatening to burst. your stomach tightens, legs tense as jj continues the slow thrusts of his finger, his head dipping down and wrapping his lips around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

you feel the band snap, your orgasm rushing through you and soaking jj’s face and fingers, shouts of his name and soft whines pulled from you.

“jj- s’too much! please… please no.. no more”

he lifts himself up onto his knees, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand, “goddamn, got three out of ya this time, not bad mama”

you let out a sigh of relief, rolling your head to the side as you try and steady your breathing. jj’s voice startles you, the low and raspy tone in his voice making your core ache once more, “don’t think i’m done with ya now do ya princess? ‘m just gettin’ started”

you open your mouth to speak but only a high pitched squeal comes out, the swollen head of jj’s cock running through your soaking wet cunt making you squirm.

he sinks himself inside you, pulling a loud gasp from you. his hips begin pounding into yours, the squelching noises of your pussy and jj’s balls smacking against your ass bounce off the walls. you let out a loud moan and jj slaps a hand over your mouth, muffling your cries as he continues to pound himself inside of you.

you sink your teeth into his palm, making him hiss out a breath, “fuck!” he grunts out,

he lets his palm slide from your mouth, his hand snaking underneath your waist, gripping at your plump ass harshly as he fucks himself deeper into you.

you lift a leg and wrap it around jj’s waist, pulling him farther into you, his cock being pushed into so deep you could feel him in your stomach. you begin clenching around his dick, your inner walls squeezing him tightly as you near your release.

the sound of the front door squeaking open catches your attention, panic flooding your face, eyes wide as you stare up at jj, his face unfazed and focused on his quick and deep thrusts.

“j, someone’s-” you begin but jj cuts you off.

“i don’t give a fuck, focus on me”

you squeeze your eyes shut when the head of his dick hits at your gspot, making your pussy clamp down around him. your toes curl, back arching up off the bed when the door to the bedroom is pushed open, john b’s voice making your body go slack in jj’s hold.

“jj, what’re you- oh shit! sorry!” john b shouts, shielding his eyes and rushing from the room.

you place your palms on jj’s chest, his thrusts never slowing, even when his best friend walked in on the two of you, “jj! jj, stop! he just- he just caught us!”

jj’s hips don’t falter, his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek as he focuses on his impending release.

“hey, hey, don’t worry about him. he won’t say shit, focus” jj demands. you obey, pushing john b to the back of your mind and focusing on the feel of jj’s cock sliding in and out of your sopping cunt.

jj’s hips begin to stutter, his dick pulsing inside of you as you clench around him uncontrollably. jj lets out a strained groan as his cum shoots inside of you, your body shaking as you come undone around his cock shortly after.

he slides his softening cock from you and pushes himself off the bed, finding his boxers and sliding them up his legs. you wrap the bedsheet over your chest, staring back at him. you’d been caught, what if john b tells kiara? you know what you’re doing is wrong, but you can’t seem to stop yourself. you want jj, but the two of you have always been stubborn when it came to your feelings for one another.

as if he was reading your mind, jj sits on the bed beside you, his large hand cupping your face as his ocean-blue eyes scanned your face. “hey, don’t worry. jb won’t say anything, besides… i’m- i’m gonna break things off with kie. she deserves better, and well.. you know i’m in love with you. it’s only fair we do this the right way”

you sigh, nodding your head as tears began to prick at your eyes. jj had never openly admitted he was in love with you, but you knew he was, so finally hearing the words out loud made your heart leap from your chest.

“i love you too, jj”

he smirks down at you, placing his hand on the back of your head and pressing his lips against your forehead. “i’ll be back, ‘m gonna go talk to jb, try and get some sleep. everything will be sorted by the time you wake up”

you smile to yourself, laying yourself in his bed and pulling the covers up to your nose. you close your eyes, listening to him exit the room, leaving you with thoughts of finally having a real relationship with the man you’d been in love with for years.

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[undead-supernova]

Strawberry Syrup / Masterlist

Part 1 / Part 2

warnings: weed consumption, sickly sweet pining

pairings: bestfriend!bisexual!modern!eddie x bisexual!fem!reader

plot: you and Eddie are besties and like to get high. and maybe you are yearning for one another. just maybe. juuuuust a little bit.

wc: 3.6k

You and Eddie mirrored each other, your elbows resting on the glass counter as you rested your chins on one hand, listening intently to the clearly stoned woman talk about the promising high of the day.

The bottle she’d taken down from the shelf looked like a tiny juice box, with pink liquid sloshing inside and a green label with a cannabis leaf, because of course.

“Look,” she said, pointing at a thin layer of film at the top. “That thin layer right there? That's the THC.” 

You looked over at Eddie, his expression matching yours in wonder at how products like these existed. He was nearly grinning, mouth twisted to the side in awe. She continued to explain the process to you—this was Delta-9 THC syrup. Strawberry flavored. Your instructions were clear: mix it into a drink, preferably soda, and have fun.

When the two of you emerged from the smoke shop, you took a sharp pivot across the street to the gas station to get sodas. The southern July heat was starting to show its unwelcome presence, beating hard on you within the two minutes it took to walk over to the Exxon. 

Eddie never truly got the memo for the sun, even when you told him how hot it was going to be outside. He donned a black t-shirt with one of his friend’s band logos on the front and a simple silver chain around his neck. He still wore his leather jacket and navy jeans, denying how hot he was when you called him out for being sweaty. 

“Woah! Rude!” Eddie exclaimed as you walked through the automatic doors, putting a hand on his chest. There was even sweat running down his knuckles from his rings. “I am perfectly content. Maybe I like a little sweat.”

You gestured to your own sweaty body, clad in a black crop top with red lining along the low bustline and black jeans. And you quickly realized that you were also wearing jeans in eighty degree weather.  

“I’m afraid I made the same mistake and I am a hypocrite,” you empathized, catching him off guard. “My apologies.”

“Yeah, I guess you did, huh?” he said softly. 

He glanced down at your outfit and you suddenly felt nervous at the exposure. You paused, realizing you’d both stopped walking. Holding his stare, you looked up at him with a slight smirk. Was Eddie checking you out? Did he really do that? And were you teasing him back? Was that what this was?

No. You were getting ahead of yourself. You were always making up shit like this.

You pivoted, skipping over to the refrigerated drinks, Eddie following in tow. “I’m excited to try this. I’ve seen it in there so many times, but I couldn’t figure out the right time to try it.”

“And you’d never do it without your bestest friend of all best friends, right?” Eddie asked, a playful smile settling on his lips as you flitted around him. 

“That is correct.”

Eddie settled on a Sprite while you decided to grab a strawberries and cream Dr. Pepper—despite the sound of disgust leaving Eddie’s lips.

“That,” he pointed to your drink, “is nasty,” he said before dramatically shooing you away. “Get it away from my face. You've failed me, sweetheart.”

Letting out an exaggerated gasp, you replied, “Excuse me, but it’s already strawberry flavored. Wouldn’t that logically help it taste better?”

“No. Nope.” He pointed to the bottle again. “That is what’s killing the children. Dr. Pepper having a strawberries and cream flavor? We’re truly failing as a society.”

You rolled your eyes, shoving his arm lightly and pointing towards the checkout counter. “Let’s get going. I wanna try it out.”

When you got into Eddie’s van, he quickly put your drinks in his half-broken cupholders. Your fault, three months ago. Talk about greening out when you kept trying to shove a drink in and repeatedly hit the plastic until half of it snapped off. The van was pretty clean today, surprising Eddie. He’d tried to clean it out the best he could this morning, getting up way too early to do so. Maybe it was to impress you. Who knew. He certainly didn’t. Not at all.

You twisted off the caps as Eddie pulled the strawberry syrup out of his pocket.

“Half for you, you sick fuck,” he said as he carefully poured the pink liquid into your Dr. Pepper. You let out a hearty laugh as he let the rest drip into his own. “Half for me.”

You put the caps back on your drinks before carefully mixing them together, teetering them back and forth to reduce the likelihood of an explosion. Eddie grinned at you and you couldn’t help but smile back, tapping his bottle with yours. 

Before either of you could take your first sip, Eddie said, “Hey, don’t shotgun it.”

You feigned offense. “What? Me? Why would you dare accuse me of being so irresponsible?”

But you knew why. You knew precisely why. There was something about trying stuff with Eddie, from his fresh edibles to the slushies on tap at the hemp store, Jailbait Hemp. (The name was absolutely cringe worthy but you and Eddie swore it was the best place in the city.) Then there were the pre-rolls, the dabs, the potent gummies. You didn’t want to get Eddie started on how many chocolate bars you’d scarfed down before getting a stomach ache and needing to lie down and watch three movies. It wasn’t necessarily unlike you to get ahead of yourself, downing whatever was given to you immediately, especially ones with high doses. Just to see what would happen. Just to have the experience.

Eddie both loved and hated that about you. You’d never thrown up or done something stupid because of it, (other than the tragic cup holder incident), always a little quieter depending on the level of inebriation you were operating on. He loved it the most when the two of you got high in public, like today. Neither one of you were ever loud or obvious about it, usually giggling with one another in hushed whispers. It was actually quite nice.

But, most of all, he loved getting high with you in public because you held his hand. Anywhere you went, whether it be to walk around Hobby Lobby or taking in nature at a nearby park, you held onto him as tightly as you could. You’d told him once, in a haze of one of those blue raspberry Delta-9 slushies, that you felt safe by his side, knowing no one could hurt you when he was there. His mere presence left you feeling more relaxed than at any other point of the day. Even when you were sober. 

He’d looked at you after you said that, stunned by your admission. You’d said it simply, as if it was just a well-known fact that he should’ve known already. Even when you’d looked away from him to gaze back out over the Chattahoochee River, surrounded by loud families and barking dogs, he couldn’t help but soften around the edges. Water had collected in his eyes, nearly slipping out and over his rosy cheeks. But he’d forced himself to look away, to fight the urge to confess that you made him feel the same way. (And then some.) 

Eddie only hoped he’d see the day where you took his hand without the THC in your system. 

“Yes, you, Weirdo.” Eddie shook his head. “Do you not remember when we made that beer cheese with that Delta-Whatever shit your sister got us for your birthday and then you took half of the cheese and—”

As he spoke, you quickly tipped the bottle into your mouth and began to chug.

Eddie said your name with an exasperated sigh. “You’re literally the stupidest person I’ve ever met.”

Unable to respond verbally, you winked at him and threw up a middle finger, letting the seamless mixture of Dr. Pepper and artificial strawberry flavoring slide down your throat. Usually there was an aftertaste of THC in different products. But you couldn’t even taste the syrup. It was like there was nothing else in the drink. Brilliant.

Eddie only shook his head with a smile, knocking back nearly half of his drink just to give in to your antics. Why not? It was a lazy Thursday, anyways.

This was one of those rare occasions when you and Eddie had the same day off of work. It usually happened once or twice a month, leading you both to take the opportunity to go by Jailbait Hemp, find something new to try, split the cost, and see what happens. 

As the bottle left your lips with a small pop, you couldn’t help but let a loud burp ripple through the air, smiling proudly. Eddie squinted his eyes with a serious expression on his face, pretending to listen intently like he was interpreting art.

“That might’ve been my best one,” you admitted, your face a bit smug as you slammed the empty bottle back into the pitiful cup holder. 

Eddie shrugged. “That was about a six, Weirdo.”

“A six?” you asked incredulously. “Are you joking? I don’t think I’ve ever reached that octave before.”

“Sweetheart, you forget that you have the world champion in front of you.”

“Prove it!” you exclaimed, leaning in and scrunching your nose at him. Taunting him further, you added, “You won’t.”

Eddie mirrored your expression, the two of you looking at each other like mischievous little kids. The kind of misbehavior that would get you sent to the office in middle school with a threat of suspension and mud smeared over your clothes like a 1st Place ribbon. 

“Fine,” he said before beginning to down his Sprite. Before you could compliment him on his shotgunning abilities, his burp rang through the van, loud and deep, clearly ten times better than anything you could muster. 

Even in your obvious defeat, you had to suppress a laugh, trying as hard as you could to continue the bit. “That was obviously a two,” you said. “They should’ve crowned someone else.”

Eddie swatted your arm and you did the same. “You’re an absolute menace, you know that? And a liar.” Before you could offer a witty retort, he said, “Now, come on. This’ll hit soon and I don’t wanna be driving when it does. We got shit to do.”

“What’re we doing at the aquarium?” you asked as Eddie pulled into the parking garage. There was a banner above it, fading from a penguin swimming in the ocean to three more resting on rocks. You’d always found it adorable, filling you with excitement. 

“Uh, well, uh,” he stumbled as he stretched through his window and grabbed a parking voucher. “Yeah,” he continued as he set it on the console and drove through. “I just thought that the syrup would go well with the fish, you know? And it’s deserted right now, being Thursday and all. Also, don’t worry about a ticket. I got you covered.”

You gawked at him. As Eddie parked and reached for the seatbelt latch, you placed a hand on his shoulder. His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. 

“Eddie, it’s, like, fifty dollars to get in. Let me get my own,” you pleaded. “Or we could go somewhere else. I know money’s tight for both of us as it is.”

Eddie shook his head, his smile beginning to falter. “You like to come at least once every summer,” he murmured, looking down to fiddle with the seatbelt still in place. “I wanted to do something nice for you, you know? You’re my best friend.”

Your heart ached a bit at the way he said “best friend.” It sounded removed, like a placeholder for something else, something more. He looked up to meet your eyes again and you felt some part of you wince as a wave of emotion bubbled inside your chest. 

Because that was just the thing, wasn't it? He wasn’t just your best friend. He was the one you spent most of your time with, the person you swapped places with for a sleepover almost weekly. The person you went on mindless adventures with to explore Atlanta, window shopping all of the mansions out in Buckhead for when Eddie would become a rockstar and (jokingly) leave you a tiny guest house in the back. 

The person who had remembered an insignificant detail about you and decided to give you a present.

All you wanted was to lean over, to lightly brush your lips over his, slowly leaving remnants of a soft Thank you. But you couldn’t. No matter how much you suspected Eddie’s affections, you couldn’t attempt to make a move. 

So you opted to slowly headbutt his arm and get out of the car. 

“You’re so weird,” he teased as you walked around the side of the van. 

“So-rry that I’m showing my best friend affection,” you joked back. “We don’t always have to hate each other.”

Eddie snorted, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets. “Ah, yep. Definitely. We hate each other so fucking much.” He stopped suddenly. You raised an eyebrow as he turned to you, jumping into a fighter’s stance before waving an imaginary sword in your direction. “I am here to avenge my father’s death!” he exclaimed, mimicking a warrior’s bellow. “You will pay, scoundrel.”

You jumped into a similar position, moving your imaginary sword closer to his chest. He moved with you, as if to block your approach. “Thee foul fiend,” you started with a British accent. “I will vanquish thou and feed you to the dragons. Purge you in the fiery—uh—fires of the dungeon moats.”

Eddie couldn’t keep going, bursting into a fit of snorts. You broke too, your laughter making every passerby stare. He put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer as you walked. 

“‘Fiery fires’?” he asked. “That has to be the funniest shit I’ve ever heard.”

You laughed at your ridiculous word choice. “Yeah, I don’t know, man. I panicked.”

“I think I’m starting to feel it because I seriously haven’t laughed that hard in a while.”

You could be wrong. That’s what you reasoned with yourself. You had a possibility of being wrong, so you did nothing. After that first time you accidentally held his hand on sheer impulse due to the half cup of Delta-8 beer cheese you chugged, you kept doing it. He thought it was funny. He also said it was cute. Something you did was cute to him. So, whenever you were inebriated, you disguised the action and made the most of it. He always let you hold it, let you cling to him wherever you went. He never even commented on it, just accepting it when you made the contact.

And you could’ve been wrong, but Eddie was looking at you like you were the most beautiful girl in the world and he was looking at your mouth and not your eyes and there was something verging on romantic about this moment. 

But there was that chance, that tiny glimpse of doubt that led you to believe you were destined for the wrong timeline. The one where it wasn’t true. You were the delusional girl in the film that would never get the love interest at the end. The one left behind.

So you held his hand tighter and looked away.

You were like a little kid when you went to the aquarium, nearly running around to each pane of glass. Looking at the different plaques, you’d search for each individual species listed, tapping on the glass each time. And that hadn’t changed. You just so happened to be a little bit more amazed by the beauty of sea life from the high. 

How wonderful it was to be surrounded by a different existence! Something that humans could never truly fathom living. They moved differently than us. They felt different. Saw colors differently. They even breathed differently. Life was much bigger than just you, despite it always feeling like you and Eddie were the only ones left in the world. 

For some reason, Eddie seemed a little more reserved today. He wasn’t bouncing off the walls like you were. Instead, he took his time. He responded when you spoke, of course. When you asked if it was okay to run ahead, he promised it was. He’d always catch up with you eventually, pointing out fish you hadn’t spotted yet. But he always made the time to stand back with his hands in his pockets and stare, like he was just as captivated as you were, maybe just in a different way. 

Eddie didn’t tell you that he’d put aside that $100 to use once he asked you out on a date. But he’d desperately wanted to see this look on your face, your slightly red eyes wide and your mouth hanging open in awe as you witnessed the beauty surrounding you. You were nearing the end of the moving tunnel, surrounded by fish on all sides. There were even a few divers waving at the glass. The blue lighting made you something to marvel at, the ebbing water spreading dappled light over you. He knew this look, the one where you were somewhere else, in a deep appreciation of the world around you. It was when you were keenly aware of the meaning of life. He’d know it anywhere.

And it was him you were holding through it all. For some astonishing reason, you’d let him in to witness the rawest emotions overcoming you. The ones that others couldn’t be privy to, wouldn’t be. When you turned to look at him with tears in your eyes, your lips stretched across your face.

You smiled that smile, the one that told him something was hiding there, like there were words written on your lips that couldn’t be shared. While everything else was his to know, this one smile was not on the list.

Because, every time you smiled like that, Eddie asked, “What? Why’re you looking at me like that?”

Like it was a challenge. Like he wanted to push you to say what you were thinking, even if it was just out of spite.

And you’d look away, waving your hand around, saying, “What? Nothing. I’m not looking at you like anything.”

And he’d respond, “Yeah, okay, sure.”

So, like every other time, Eddie asked, “Why’re you looking at me like that?”

But this time you shrugged, holding his eye contact. “I just, uh,” you stumbled, your smile only growing. “I just really love, um…” 

Eddie’s eyes began to widen at the implication of something more, something brilliant. His back straightened, the haze of the high nearly intensifying the moment. Everything was perfect. This moment was perfect and this was going to be it. You were going to finally say something. 

“I just really love what you did for me,” you finished. “I appreciate it a lot.”

And just like that, Eddie was cracking under the disappointment. The high settled back underneath his skin and dragged him down. Of course you didn’t say anything. Why would you? He’d only gotten his hopes up based off of a wild theory he had. One that he knew he’d made up just so he could live in some fantasy where you were together and in love. He just wanted to project how he felt onto you. It was as simple as that. 

But he couldn’t help being disappointed by it.

He only hoped that you didn’t see him deflate. 

  “Yeah, sure,” he responded finally, turning to look back at the fish as you stepped off the moving track. “Don’t mention it.”

You didn’t drop his hand, but as he looked away from you to keep walking, nausea began to pool in your stomach. The tank was starting to slosh you around its current and you moving along with it was making it worse.

You immediately excused yourself to go find the bathroom. When you found it, you proceeded to throw up in the trash can. Luckily no one was in there, but you still felt awful. It was an utterly embarrassing feeling, knowing that you’d just thrown up in a public space because of sea sickness that you’d never had before today from being blasted on THC syrup. Oh, and you’d almost just told your best friend that you loved him. While holding his hand. While he was also blasted from THC syrup.

God dammit.

You didn’t mention throwing up to Eddie. In fact, you’d managed to collect yourself for the rest of the day, walking through the aquarium for another hour and a half before Eddie was sober enough to drive back to your apartment. You ended up cooking enchiladas and watching two movies (The Proposal and The Invisible) before Eddie was snoring next to you, stretched out across the couch with his legs in your lap. When you realized he was asleep, you quietly turned the TV off and moved his legs carefully to rest on the couch. You draped a blanket over him and lifted his head to make sure the pillow was positioned at the right angle so his neck wouldn’t ache in the morning.

And here you were, staring up at the ceiling and recounting the errors you’d made. How you’d almost confessed your undying love for him. How you spent the rest of the day inching towards him despite feeling humiliated. How you couldn’t help but lean further in as if he was the only one who could provide you comfort from fucking up so bad.

And when Eddie found you puking from the stress at four in the morning, you knew that this was bad. It was getting harder to keep it in. This was going to boil over and it was going to be soon.

Fuck.

[pvnks0ul]

downtime (18+)

✪ riri w. x fem!reader

sypnosis: Riri having to pause her game and tend to you...

⚠︎: plot⁴🌽, smuttt, fingering, talks of overstimulation, lil bit of dirty talk, very short + ! amateur writing !

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She'd been playing some kind of story mode video game all day and you'd missed her touch for too long. So instead of further annoying her and asking when she'd be finished or take a break, like you'd done many times before, you plop down beside her on the plush sofa, she doesn't even spare a glance.

Her thumb and pointer finger steady their rumble against the buttons of her controller and you swear you've never felt such envy over an inanimate object.

You muster up the most dramatic sigh you could, curling into her side and your head searching for relief on her shoulder.

"Riri.." you finally find your voice– pitifully hid in her clavicle now but, it still counts for something.

She hums in response, no proper acknowledgement of you seated next to her.

"What're you doing?" rolls meekly off your tongue, the forlorn attempt for even a sliver of her attention was painfully obvious.

Riri side eyes you, her rosy tongue swipes across her bottom lip, a smirk bubbling under the surface because she knows you know and there's no way you didn't because she's seen you see her each time you walked directly infront of the tv.

"Trying to play my game."

“Ohh..” You frown at the impassive answer but continued to press on until she caved.

You brought your legs up under yourself, allowing you to lean further into her space and shrouding half of her torso, wrapping one hand around her neck to support yourself and the other sitting at the mid drift of her tank.

Riri peers down to your hand scraping at her lower stomach, fiddling with the band of her boxers, a very dry, “..yup..” Slips past her lips before she’s snatching her buried arm from under you.

While she's acting distracted, sneaky fingers play their way up her tee, whisking over the toned skin of her abs nonstop as you awaited that familiar tense and gauge that lets you know you got her backed into a corner.

Riri clears her throat at your teasing, trying to blink the blooming lust out of her system. You push her controller down into the center of her lap, nudging the structure of her neck with your temple, you carp sweetly, "...Play with me instead."

That tantalizing attitude is exactly what got you pushed deep down into the seats of your couch, legs splayed on either side of Riris body as she coached you towards your first orgasm of the night, your fitful moans nothing but music to her ears.

"mmnh, mmhm, was it worth it?" her syrupy tone contrasts greatly from the way she aggressively scissored your pussy open with her middle and index so she could fit another.

And shit—!.. you were already so fucking wet from the ample thrusts she provided, clear sap glazing each length down to the center of her open palm, she probably would’ve been able to make do without the prepping.

“Distracting me all day long cause you wanna be fucked open…” she huffs, her wrist angling deeper into you for just that moment.

You nod and rut desperately into her curved fingers, finally rewarded with her ring joining your sloppy cunt. thumb rubbing at your puffy and overtly sensitive clit in tandem till your hips were rising shakily off the pillows, “so tell me, was it worth it baby?”

Your mouth gapes but no audible words are spoken, just broken whimpers & pleads for more as your hand met her flat tummy again. Tears actively lining within your waterducts when riri started to mock your uneven breathing back onto your parted lips.

How did she expect you to answer when she was fucking you so good your eyes refused to stay open for longer than a mere second? You were too far gone.

Riri loves the way you cling onto her biceps as she finally brings you over the edge, your sticky cream coating each finger that helped deliver you. She hums while kissing your sweat prickled temple, pursed lips marking their way to your warm cheeks whispering praises deep into your skin, she wasn’t done with you yet and you knew it.

She was going to keep you cumming over and over and then some till you physically couldn’t no longer, all because you interrupted her day.

Those disgustingly wet but ever numbing massages at your inner thigh get interrupted by her middle finger revisiting your ribbed walls. A loud whine cracks, more like pokes, through the air as you ignorantly clenched your weak legs around her hand. She slaps the smooth skin, holding one down flat with ease, so all you’d be able to do was take it.

If only you’d just sat back and let her enjoy her downtime..

a/n: idk if I like this but here’s something slight while i touch up on stuff n'… things… <333

🔖: @shurislover @ririswife @s0lam33y

[justash02]

Womanizer; 07

A/n; lemme know if you have feedback! It’s always welcome! So are Requests! Text me! I’m nice:> THIS IS BEN, CLAIR AND ADAM BTW^^

Plot; Everyone who knew who Tom Kaulitz was knew that he was girl crazy, he's very well known for having girls around him all the time.

Pairing; Tom Kaulitz x fem reader.

Previous chapter -> next chapter.

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Ps; I was so high while writing this hope it’s good at least lol

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The night went on pretty smoothly, Bill stuck by Clair and my side for the night as did the rest of the boys.

Tom on the other hand was nowhere to be found, at one point I asked if he even came along and Bill thinks he might have just gone home.

Adam and Ben were also nowhere to be found but I really couldn't care less.

"Yeah do you remember when Tom was asked to be in the shot with Y/n and Adam just complete lost his shit?" Clair said laughing drunkenly hitting Gustavs arm.

"Babe he wasn't there." I laughed as she corrected herself by turned to the black haired boy.

"Yup, 'Can't believe that little shits gonna be with my Y/n!'." Bill mimicked, "Can't believe he gets to hit it before I do!" Clair said in the same tone.

I couldn't help but feel the alcohol hit as I started laughing uncontrollably, "No way he said that." I blurred out before throwing another shot back.

"Very close to it tho, homie wants to hit it." I couldn't help but roll my eyes, "If he has feelings for me he can come to me and stop being such a bitch about it." I said.

"Who has feelings for you?" I heard a familiar voice say, my head shot to the side to see the boy that I was kissing so nicely a few weeks ago. Fuck he was looking so good.

"Hey Tom, we thought you left." Georg said as Tom plopped down on the couch. He put his hand over his crotch and leaned back into the couch. I couldn't help but let my eyes flicker over to the placement as I felt my thighs heat up.

"Nah, was getting sucked by some girl." He said carelessly, "Bitch kept biting my dick though." He said chuckling. Georg shook his head but still gave him a fist bump to feed Toms ego.

"Probably deserved it." I said boldly, Clair looked over at me with slightly widened eyes as she let out a giggle.

Tom looked over at me, he leaned closer and placed his hand on my thigh, he gently rubbed the skin before leaning closer to my ear, whispered; "I was imagining it was you"

Current state?; deceased.

Before I could say anything someone familiar approached the table, "Yo!" Ben yelled loudly over the music as he sat on the couch next to Georg.

"Where's Adam?" Clair asked taking a slip from her drink, I didn't fail to notice that Tom's hand was still on my thigh but now it didn't feel... sexual.

It feel more as a comfort.

"He said he was gonna go home with some girl." Ben said taking a slip from Clair's drink without even asking making Clair roll her eyes before snatching it back.

"Oh? Dry dick getting some pussy?" Tom said surprised making me hit his arm with my free hand, "What?" He asking with a smirk.

I just shook my head, laughing a bit. “Can we dip? I’m so tired.” Clair complained leaning against Bens shoulder. I nodded went to stand up, “Wait we can’t go.” Ben said quickly stopping us in our tracks.

“Adam has the car.” Tom groaned loudly behind us, “Such a dumbass that dude.”

“Can’t we call him?” Clair asked blurring out from the alcohol she has consumed till this point. “Nah we’ll be traumatized for life. I don’t wanna see our leader fucking some girl.” Ben said shaken his head violently.

“We can bring you guys home.” Tom suggested standing next to his twin now, “Yeah but Y/n and Adam share a room.” Clair pointed out.

“Why don’t you guys come to our house?” I looked over my two band members looking for their input, “I’m fine with it.” Ben said smiling at the others.

“Never would I have thought I would have a sleepover with Tokio Hotel.” I said chuckling grabbing my bag from the couch, “Lucky you.” Tom said winking at me.

I laughed waiting for the rest to grab their stuff and walked over to the cars Tokio Hotel bought with them.

And indeed Adam did take our car, “Why did you even give him your keys, Ben?” Ben shrugged his shoulders, “Like Tom said, his dry dick needs some pussy.” Tom give him a “bro” hug.

“I like this dude, he gets me.” I couldn’t help but grab onto Clair for support, “I think you drank too much babe.” She softly spoke, gently pushing some hair out of my face.

“You two look cute together.” I heard Bill say, “Do you go both ways Y/n?” I heard Georg ask me curiously as he opened the car door for us, “As long I fall in love with them, gender doesn’t matter anymore to.”

He nodded and went over to grab me from Clair but Tom quickly pushed him away from me, Tom’s hand quickly went over to my waist and slowly guided me in the car.

“Do you have some blankets in here tommy?” I asked wrapping my arms around myself trying to keep myself warm. He shook his head, he seemed to think for a second before throwing his jacket off and laid it over my shoulders.

“Is that better?” He asked grabbing the seatbelt in his hand, I nodded before grabbing the seatbelt from him, “I luckily can still do that.” He nodded, waiting for me to be done. As soon as I was he nodded his head once again before smiling at me. He walked over to the drivers side.

“We’ll be there in a few minutes.” Georg said as Tom and bill started driving in the other car.

And Georg wasn’t joking when he said we would be there soon, blame it on my drunken state but I definitely didn’t notice sitting in that car for more then a minute.

Bill and Tom both parked in their garage and helped us out, I stopped in my track making Tom look at me confused.

“Feels like we should at least tell him where we are…” Tom tilted his head before holding out his hand for my phone.

“Lemme text him.” Too tired to disagree with the boy, I handed my phone over to him and boldly put my arms around his waist making him smirk a bit, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders before tapping around on my phone.

After a few seconds the boy handed me my phone back to let me read what he said;

“Adam, we are at Tom’s if you need us.” I send send not really caring and looked up at Tom making him grin back a bit.

“Want to sleep in my bed?”

“Are you going to be in it?”

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[kamiko1234]

So, the same friends who got me to read the Percy Jackson have (against my will) spoiled me by showing me this image :

Telling me his name was Jason and that he's gonna get important later on.

Now ngl, I will admit, for a hot second I though that was Luke. They look alike as fuck, and I now have developed a problem of switching up their names 'cause I accidentally clocked them under the same person. Fuck. But also, they really look alike. So, in a burst of inspiration and excitment I shall present to thee my theory :

THAT'S LUKE'S LONG LOST TWIN BROTHER

NOW HEAR ME OUT; I KNOW a first name and pic isn't MUCH to go off on, BUT LIKE- I feel I might have gotten something there. Because- this sort of resemblance HAS to be on purpose. Like, they HAVE to be related in some way and physically speaking they ARE around the same age. SO LIKE; IMAGINE THIS : what if, when Luke/Jason were in the whomb, only one of them got their father's power ? While for the other one it stayed dormant to the point where Jason could basically pass as a normal human, unlike his brother ? With Annabeth we have seen that it can be dangerous for a mortal family to have a demigod child with them due to the threat monsters pose. WE ALSO KNOW LUKE RAN AWAY FROM HOME. SO MY THEORY !?

Basically, Jason/Luke are twin brothers. Luke inherited the largest and most obvious godly part from their father. Jason on the other hand inherited next to nothing, allowing him to pass as normal human. (As far as I know there's no point where it's mentioned that it isn't possible for this to happen) As the twins grow up and Luke attracts more monsters, it get#s progressively more dangerous for the seemingly human Jason. Shit hit's the fan when during a monster attack, jason get's severely injured (that#s where he got that weird scar on his lip). His twin, Luke, horrified at what happened and under the believe his twin is dead decided to run away and get to Camp Halfblood. That's where me meets up with Annabeth and Thalia ect. HOWEVER, Jason wasn't dead. Heavily injured, yes. But NOT dead. He did however have a nasty case of amnesia. A complete clean slate, he remembered NOTHING. Their mother, not rly having been the biggest fan of Jason bc of how he endangered basically everyone around him, just straight up lied to Jason abt his twin. SO NOW I DID NOTICE THAT JASON HAS THAT NECKLACE FROM CAMP HALLFBLOOD WITH ONE BEAD SO MY IDEA FOR THAT !? He's a late bloomer. It only seemed like he got little to no powers from his father, but as he grew older the powers slowly started to surface. That meant he too started to get demigod powers as well as him starting to attract monsters.

Which is why he too has to come to camp. HIM COMMING SO LATE IS ALSO WHY HE HAS THAT WACKY ASS PURPLE SHIRT. (I'll be real I have no idea what to make of that. Looks like a spelling mistake or someone just smashing random keys on a keyboard. It isn't looking like a band to me either. Maybe it's just smth in-universe) I also have no idea what that wacky tattoo is that he has. HOWEVER; I could possibly see a future Luke centric plot where it's him going out to get his long lost twin brother back ! Possibly the plot for the 2nd book maybe ? Another theory of mine is that, should either Annabeth or Grover be the one to betray Percy and switch sides, Luke would be the one to fill in their spot in the trio. So that could possibly play into my theory, would also allow for some nice backstory exploring. But also the heartbreak of Luke finding out his twin brother who he thought DIED is alive, BUT ALSO DOESN'T EVEN REMEMBER HIM !?

I wanna see that angst. PS; ok while tagging I noticed there's no Jason Castellan tag. Which, okay may be a problem. But dw Jason props just changed last names post amnesia. Maybe his mother simply got married to someone and Jason took the man's lastname. My theory can still work. (Unfortunatly @mrfandomwars said that, when I asked abt Jason's current lastname, it would invlove revealing more canon which I don't want. So Jason ain#t gonna be tagged....)

[gloomysoup]

i wanna write. make me write people. please. it's been so long.

here's some current wips you can make me write, along w brief descriptions (yes ik there's a lot of them) :

secrets

omega!steve/alpha!eddie - in which steve and eddie are decidedly NOT a thing. eddie gets a record deal, steve finds out he's pregnant, and shenanigans ensue when he doesn't tell eddie (find more info here)

rockstar slice of life

rockstar!eddie/just some guy!steve - the boys live in chicago. eddie is in a band w new bandmates (he's still friends w the corroded coffin boys, but they had different dreams and passions. it was a mutual breakup on good terms). steve is the Band Boyfriend, making sure nobody dies. it is very fluffy and has minimal plot

daycare

omega!steve/alpha!eddie - steve runs a daycare out his home and takes care of The Party. based on a prompt from the WONDERFUL @nburkhardt (find more info here)

russian adventures

essentially steve goes to russia instead of hopper. it's all about the effects the experience had on him and how he tries to find normalcy again after being presumed dead for almost a year. perhaps a sprinkle of steddie but mostly steve navigating his relationships w the Party knowing that he's not the same person he was before

i've loved everything about you that hurt

this is like one of the very few with an actual title. it's based on G.I.N.A.S.F.S. by Fall Out Boy. it is an angsty steddie one shot set in eddie's pov (i have not yet figured out how to start writing this but i will figure it out)

steve's parents don't suck

i have no better title for this one tbh. basically, steves parents are famous musicians in a band. it's mostly about him not talking ab it w anyone, but the Party slowly figuring it out themselves. he uses connections to help corroded coffin as much as he can. i don't really have a plot yet

rockstar angst

rockstar!eddie/teacher!steve - they have a big fight right before eddie takes off to pursue his music, leaving steve behind to simmer in his anger and frustration. steve follows eddie's career closely, but they don't see each other again for fifteen years. there's still bad blood between them, even after so much time, but eventually they will work their shit out

stepdads

omega!steve/alpha!eddie - steve is a single parent. eddie falls in love. shenanigans ensue. (find more info here)

the things that haunt me (in the middle of the night)

in simplest terms, steve gets vecna'd. he doesn't tell anyone. very angsty with a lot of steve hurt, but a happy comforting ending (find slightly more info here)

alright that's all i have to share right now. there's other things swirling thru my docs but nothing ready for tumblr yet. idk just like send me asks and make me write things. also if you have any ideas to add to any of these, i wouldn't say no. i will answer all of them as quickly as possible, and they will most likely all include some snippet that i write for each one :))

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

You Were Finished Drabble III

Indie Rocker!Eddie Munson x POC!Indie Rocker!Reader “Sug” x Former Fuckboy!Steve Harrington Early 2000s Indie Rockstar AU

Summary:

Eddie is playing around during sound check when Steve surprises you with a visit. Only to keep his attention mainly on you. There is no way that Eddie is going to let this slight slide.

Warnings: 18+ Only

Smutty smut smut. BDSM. There really isnt much of a plot here. Read at your own risk.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Banner by @cafekitsune

The loud bass can be heard far into the parking lot of the little hole in the wall bar your band is performing at tonight. Like the good little starving artists that you are, you're making sure to get a proper sound check in.

The drive over with the equipment in the back of the van and the rest of the band following you in your drummers beat up civic, has Eddie all wound up. An excess of energy that he needs to expel so he can focus on the night ahead.

So of course, he’s playing around. Dancing around the tiny stage. Grinding up against you as you're trying to sing into the mic to check your sound levels. You decide you want to play along. His energy is contagious and why not have a little fun at sound check.

“Let’s really test the speakers and play I Wanna Be Your Slave.” You announce to the band. “We can do the duet version if you're up for it, Eds.”

“Anything for you, Sugar. Let’s do this shit. Gareth, count me in, man.”

Eddie starts to sing to the steady drumbeat Gareth sets out. After a pause the bass joins in. As you start your verse Eddie brings in the guitar. Showing off his very talented fingers. Fingers you’ve been thankful for and obsessed with for years.

From there it’s just a beautiful back and forth between the two of you as you play the gritty and raunchy tune. You're so into it that you barely notice that someone has entered the bar. If it weren’t for the sunlight striding in upon it opening, you don’t think anyone would have noticed.

You clock the very familiar fluffy head of hair before registering Steve’s face as he approaches the stage. You and Eddie play it up even more when you take in your audience of one. With Eddie’s final gravelly line you greet your number one fan.

Jumping off the stage in an act of complete trust, you sail towards Steve. As you knew he would, he captures you with ease in his arms and pulls you in tight for a deep kiss. Eddie makes his way over after telling the band sound check is over and to relax til showtime.

You're running your fingers along Steve’s surprisingly stubble ridden jaw, when Eddie rests his head on your shoulder and greets your shared boyfriend. “Well hello big boy.” 

Steve leans forward and gives Eddie a chaste kiss. “Hey yourself.” His eyes focus back on you as Eddie asks him a question.

“I thought you couldn’t make it to the show tonight? Something about it being too far for you to make it in time after your shift.”

Steve runs his thumb along your bottom lip. Mesmerized by its softness. Eyes never leaving you as he responds. “I was able to switch shifts. Worked the mid morning instead. Got out and hopped right in the car. Didn’t care how early I was. Just wanted to get here.”

It doesn’t go unnoticed that Steve has yet to put you down. In fact, all of his attention at the moment seems to be focused solely on you. Eddie understands the draw of you all too well himself. But he can’t help but feel a little green with envy over the lovesick eyes you are receiving from the former fuck boy.

Being no stranger to pettiness Eddie takes it upon himself in that moment to teach Steve another valuable lesson. If he wants a dip in your honey pot tonight, he’s going to have to earn it.

“Hey Bunny.” Eddie speaks into your throat. “I need your help to make sure we got everything out of the van for tonight. Don’t want to have to run out there at the last minute and well you’re better at remembering in general so …”

You sigh. “That’s because you tend you smoke your brain cells away too often.” You tease as you lower yourself off of Steve. “Be back soon Stevie. Don’t get yourself into too much trouble while we’re gone.”

Eddie grabs your hand and kisses it, winking at Steve, before leading you out back to the van.

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“Eds the van is empty. You knew that. So what’s the real reason you brought me out here?”

“Ya got me. Never really can pull a fast one on you. I just wanted you all to myself for a moment. Steve seems to only have eyes for you today and well maybe I was feeling a little left out. Made me a little territorial. Wanted to leave my mark on you properly before the show.”

Instead of answering, you just smile wickedly and climb into the back of the van. “I’m all yours, Sir. I only have one request though.”

Eddie climbs in, shutting the door behind him as he crawls over to you. “Anything for my Bunny.”

“I really want to wear this skirt and fishnets for the show tonight. So can I at least take them off first before you ravage me?”

“Of course you can. Let me help you.”

He takes no time helping divest you of the clothing covering your bottom half, before unzipping his jeans and releasing his throbbing member.

“Oh look, I don’t even need to prep you. You’re a drippy little mess for me already, Bunny.” He runs a finger up your weeping slit. “Gonna have to make this quick. We’ve been gone a minute already. I’m sure Stevie will find himself looking for you shortly. So spin around and stick that delectable ass in the air for me, love. Be sure to keep that pretty face turned up to the doors and don’t you dare keep a single sound locked inside. I want them all to hear how good I make my little bunny feel when I’m deep inside her.”

His soft brown eyes have turned dark and sinister. He has something to prove and you’re all too excited to be the vessel for his message.

He enters you in one quick pivot of his hips and stars immediately begin to dance in front of your eyes. His thrusts are powerful and made to make you feel him all throughout the rest of you evening. Every movement on stage will be a reminder of how he took you apart before the night ever truly began.

All because he feels slighted by Steve and well Eddie is known to be petty from time to time when his ego takes a hit.

It’s not long before you're on the precipice of a stellar orgasm. Moans turning high pitched and staccato.

“That’s it bunny. You’re so close. Pussy is practically suffocating my dick. Come on. Give it to me. Come all over my cock. Let ‘em know who is making you feel so good.”

You come apart at the seams. Screaming out Eddies name into the humid air. It takes you a moment to register that the light blinding your eyes is not due to your detonation but by the vans doors being opened.

A silhouette covers the sunlight, as you come face to face with Steve as Eddie gives in to the miking grip your pussy has on him. Burying his hips deep and laying his claim by painting your walls white with his seed.

Without skipping a beat he addresses your boyfriend. “Hey Stevie. How nice of you to join us. But I have to admit you're just a little too late. We have to go eat with the band and get ready for the show. But how about this?”

He slowly pulls out of you. Making sure to scoop up any errant cum that has escaped the warmth of your cunt with his fingers and pushing it back inside you where it belongs.

He offers his fingers up to you to clean before proceeding to grab your clothes and redress you.

“Bunny is going to keep my load nice and warm inside that sweet little pussy while we rock the house tonight. If you’re a good boy through the whole show then I might just let you clean her up with your tongue for your faux pas when you got here.”

“Faux pas? What faux pas?”

“You were all eyes on our precious little bunny. I understand the feeling but come on man. We’re dating too.”

“Shit. I didn’t even realize I was doing that.”

“Figured as much. Still, I can’t just let that shit go ya know. So if you're a really good boy throughout the show I might just let you suck my dick in apology. Let you earn my forgiveness in the form of my fresh load down your throat. What do you think, big boy?”

Now fully dressed once again you watch as Steve’s Adams apple bobs as he swallows. Eyes looking a little hazy.

“Yes, sir. I’ll be a good boy.”

“Perfect.” Eddie tucks himself back into his jeans. “Now let's go eat. Can’t perform on an empty stomach now can I?”

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Your show goes on without a hitch. You're having way too much fun ratcheting up your usual sexual antics to eleven.

All for Steve who is stage left in the wings in agony. Images of you and Eddie writhing together flashing through his mind as he watches you practically have sex on stage. His dick is so hard it’s almost painful.

The end of the show could not have come quick enough for him. With the last chord finished and the crowd going crazy, you walk off backstage. Eddie grabs Steve by the collar as he passes by with you tucked under his arm. Leading the three of you into the green room as the rest of the band goes off to drink at the bar and try and score someone to bed for the night.

Steve is all eyes on Eddie once you make it inside the green room. Practically falling to his knees once the door is closed and the lock turned.

“I see someone is ready to make an apology.” Eddie states as he runs his ring clad fingers through Steve’s hair. “I always follow through on my promises and since you were in fact a very good boy during our show I’m going to let you show me how sorry you are by sucking me dry. Think you can do that for me Stevie?”

He quickly nods his head. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy.” He unzips his jeans and pushes them down his thighs. “Now get to work.”

With a quick lick of his lips Steve lowers his head and takes Eddie deep into the back of his throat in one move. He makes sure to swallow around the thickness obstructing his airway before bobbing his head and coating Eddie's shaft and his chin in saliva. 

It has Eddie's knees weakening. "Oh fuuuuuuck. You're forgiven. God this throat might be the death of me some day, Steven. Fuck that feels good."

He turns to find you perched on the beaten down couch. Noticing how your eyes have glazed over and you’ve gone quiet as your chest moves up and down in a panting fashion. It’s the same look you get when you submit to him completely. Watching one of your boyfriends pleasing the other so well is really making you all hot, sweet and subby.

There is no way Eddie is going to let you just sit there and watch. You’ve been his good little bunny all day and kicked ass on stage tonight. You deserve a reward as well. 

“C’mere bunny.” He grunts out.

You get up from you seat on wobbly knees and cross the short distance to your boyfriends. Eddie pulls you close and kisses you deeply. You lose yourself in the magic of his tongue while he rips your fishnets and teases your clit. Making you whine out from how sensitive your little pearl is. 

“Mmm, like music to my fucking ears. Look at my pretty bunny all pent up from performing with my pre show load still deep in her cunt. Is watching Stevie earn his reward turning you on, bunny?”

You nod your head and bite back a moan as Eddie pinches your clit. “Good girl. Now unzip your daddy’s pants and take his thick dick out. Then I want you to pull your panties to the side and warm his cock for me while I finish giving our good boy his reward.”

With a lip biting kiss he sends you on your way. Making room for you to sit in Steve’s lap as requested. With shaky legs you release Steve’s rock hard cock and slowly lower yourself down onto his girth.

Once your comfortable and settled into place, Eddie grabs on to Steve’s shiny locks and proceeds to fuck his throat like he’s still mad at him. Truly making him earn his load.

The pace is brutal and it doesn't take long before Eddie let’s out a growl and comes right down Steve’s eager throat.

Once he dick stops twitching and his last drop is spent he gently pulls himself out of Steve’s mouth. He leans down and gives him a sweet kiss. “You were such a good boy for me, making me feel like a fucking king while you sucked me dry. You did so fucking well I’ve decided you’ve earned yourself another reward. I know you can feel how worked up your apology has bunny feeling. She’s practically soaking your lap, in need of another hot load to fill her up. So you’re going to give it to her.”

You whine and squirm in Steve’s lap at Eddie’s words. “Please, Stevie. Need you so bad.”  

He is so hazy and twitterpated that he just lifts you up with him as he rises to his feet. Taking a couple steps and turning to pin you against the nearest wall. He grips your chin with his palm and pulls you in for a deep kiss. Grinding his pelvis against yours until you wrap your legs tightly around his waist. He releases your face and with a cocksure grin places your hands around his neck and pulls his hips back. With a snap forward he impales you back on his cock and rails you to the wall. 

You're so turned on and in the moment that you both come quickly. Gasping into each other's mouths as you ride out the waves of euphoria together. His seed pleasantly leaving warmth in its wake, deep within your womb. Adding to what remains of Eddie’s spend from early.

With a kiss to your forehead, Steve carries you back to the couch. Eddie appears from the bathroom, warm washcloth in his hands and makes his way over to clean you both up. 

“So Steven, are you driving back home tonight? Or are you wanting to stay in our hotel for the night before we all head back in the morning?” Eddie asks.

“I was planning on driving home since I have work tomorrow but playing hooky sounds very appealing right now.”

[tinyboxxtink]

Summer Of '87

Part 2

Okay i don't know if this will be more than a OS but i had this idea, and if it turns into a series I thought it would be cute to stay with my "seasons" theme.

First off no it does lookn't have anything to do with SB 86, new story.

You go to a CC show with your friends, but run into Eddie in a bathroom. But it's not your typical "meet in the bathroom and fuck" kind of meeting.

What kind is it? You'll have to see!

I'm gonna go ahead and import my tag list from SB 86 in case they wanna read it. If you want to be removed let me know.

Andddd if you haven't read my other Eddie x Reader saga, here it is.

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It was a hot summer night in Chicago, Illinois and you were at a sold out Corroded Coffin show at The Chicago Theater. It was amazing. Better than you expected,, if you were being honest. You had gone with three of your friends who were rabid CC fans, you were just the designated driver. 

After the show of course your girls wanted to try and get pictures with the band, especially the lead guitarist Eddie Munson. But he was notoriously anti stage door for some reason. Many speculations were that he was a snob, others were that he liked to be mysterious. You thought maybe he just didn’t like people, which you could totally relate to. It wasn’t that you were anti-social, you were just very particular with people you chose to tolerate and spend time with.

So at the present time, your friends were making a game plan in the lobby to ambush the band. They had seen the bus parked in an alleyway nearby, and there were only so many ways to reach it from the theater. 

While they were plotting you decided to go to the restroom. They were extremely drunk and on a mission, god knows how long it would take before you saw another opportunity to pee. 

You finished up and walked out the door only to bump into someone. You fell to the ground, cursing out loud.

“Shit!” You cried, quickly standing hoping no one but this stranger noticed you fall on your ass. “Watch where you're--”

Suddenly you realized you were face to face with Eddie Munson. 

“Please don’t--” he started to ask you to remain calm, which was fine with you. Unfortunately for him though, the commotion had alerted your friends. They immediately started shrieking and ran over to the two of you.

“OHMYGOD EDDIE MUNSON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!”

“HAVE MY BABIES EDDIE!!!!!”

“GOD YOU’RE SEXIER IN PERSON!!!!”

They all screeched over each other as you pulled yourself away from the three way death grip they had on him now. You just stood for a moment and laughed at your friends’ idiocy, until you saw something you didn’t expect in a million years.

Eddie was scared. 

Of course none of your drunk companions could tell while they fangirled all over him, but you saw the look in his eyes as they basically ripped him to shreds. 

“HEY!!!!” Suddenly a voice boomed out of nowhere. You all turned to see the other members of CC stomping over, shooing them away.

“Why won’t he talk!?” your friend asked obnoxiously.

“We just wanted a picture!” another one cried as she held out her camera.

“Get outta here, no pictures!” The drummer barked at them as the other members hurried Eddie away.

“You guys are DICKS!!!!” Your final friend screamed angrily. “You can’t take four seconds to talk to your fans?! You know we drove all the way from Toledo for this!!!!” 

“Right, great, That’s awesome.” another band member rolled their eyes. “That doesn’t mean he owes you anything. Thank you for coming to the show. Now LEAVE,”

Your three friends made sounds of horror and offense as they stomped off to God knows where, but for some reason you stayed where you were. The band members didn’t notice you since they hadn’t seen the bumping and only rolled up on the girls accosting him.

“Hey man, it’s Gareth.” one man said softly to a now trembling Eddie. “They’re gone now, we gotta get you out of here.”

Eddie stayed crouched, whimpering and making other distressed noises while still trembling.

“Just grab him and go man,  we don’t have time for this!” another member said rather rudely. 

“You know we can’t move him when he gets like this man!” Gareth said equally annoyed back. “We just have to wait it out.”

“Gar we don’t have TIME!!!” Another member spoke up. “The longer we stand here, the longer we risk more chicks coming and losing their minds!” 

“Uh-- excuse me--” You piped up as you took a step forward. All the men stopped arguing and stared at you, minus Eddie who was focused on the floor.

“SEE?!” the same member exclaimed angrily. “It’s already happening!!!” 

“Look lady, Eddie can’t--” one guy started.

“I think i can help,” you interrupted him while the rest of the group stared at you in confusion.

“Help?” one band member laughed condescendingly. “How are you gonna--”

“Shut up man!” Gareth hit him. “If she wants to help, let her.”

“FIne,” he rolled his eyes. 

You took this as approval to approach Eddie. You got down on his level while being careful not to touch him.

“Eddie? I’m Y/N, I--” you started introducing yourself but disapproving huffs and stares from the bandmates made you pause. Right, no need for introductions right now. 

“Hey, can you look at me? Please?” you said softly. 

To everyone’s shock and awe, Eddie obeyed you. His whimpers died to little sounds as he looked up at you HIs dark chocolate brown eyes were bloodshot from crying, his hair was a mess, So different from the bad ass you had seen on stage just minutes ago. 

“Okay, see my hand?” You held your hand up with five fingers facing him. “I want you to pretend each of my fingers is a birthday candle, and blow each of them out, slowly.”

“This is so stupid--” the ornery band member scoffed but the other band mates quickly hit and shushed him while Eddie did what you said. 

As he blew each “candle” out, his breath became more steady and his whimpers subsided. After the last blow, his was completely calm, leaving the band members stunned. 

“How….how did you…?”

“I get panic attacks too,” you answered before he finished asking. 

“Panic attacks?” one man asked. “What are those?”

“Obviously what just happened, idiot!” another guy smacked his head. 

“Can you come with us?” Gareth suddenly asked you as the others helped Eddie stand up and shake himself off. 

“.....Excuse me?” you laughed with disbelief and amusement.

“EXCUSE ME?” they all exclaimed.

“Just to the next show!” He clarified. “We’re heading to Toledo before our last stop back in our hometown. We could just drop you off, and you can tell us how to deal with---these things,” 

“Oh I’m not from Toledo--” you started to explain. 

“Really? So you weren’t with those banshees?” a band member snickered.

“I mean, yeah technically but I’m only their DD--” you started to explain.

“Oh that’s why she’s so calm, she doesn’t even like us!” another chimed in.

“I like you!” You tried to defend yourself. “Just--- not enough to pay to see you,” 

“Right,” one chuckled. “Much better--”

“Man shut up,” Gareth scolded him. “At least that means she’s not crazy.”

“So you’re not from Toledo?” one asked.

“No, I just went to college there,” you stated. “And then I came here for graduate school, and--” you paused. Why were you telling them your life story?

“Look it’s summer, they came here to go to this show and i was going to drop them off on my way home back to my hometown. Which i’m pretty sure you’re going NOWHERE near. 

“Why’s that?” 

“It’s a small town in indiana,” you replied.

The band members looked at each other, Eddie included. The chances of you being from their hometown were slim to none. But, it wasn’t like you’d know where they were from since you weren’t really a “Fan”. So you wouldn’t lie about it just so they would take you where they lived. 

“Hawkins?” 

“What?” You took a step back. “How do you know--”

“That’s where we’re from.” Eddie finally spoke. “How do you not know that?”

“She doesn’t really like you man--” one band member started to tell him.

“Hey!!” you cried defensively yet again. “Don’t tell him that. If there’s anything I like about the band, it’s him.” 

Wait, should you have admitted that? You couldn’t lie, CC music was just too “metal” for you. But Eddie Munson, he was a gorgeous man. In fact you started to ask yourself his question. How was it possible you didn’t know of them?

“So you will come with us then, for Eddie?” Gareth grinned.

“What, just because I find him attractive doesn’t mean I'll just hop on your--”

“You think I'm attractive?” Eddie’s eyes briefly lit up.

Shit. You always got too blunt when you were emotional, and for some reason knowing Eddie was there this whole time was making you strangely emotional. 

“I have to take my friends home,” you ignored his question.

“What if we paid for them to get home, and you came with us?” Gareth asked.

“That makes zero sense--”

“Well there’s no chance in hell they’re getting on our bus, so that’s all I'm offering.” he folded his arms. 

“Okay well thanks for the ‘generous’ offer there bud, but i think I’ll just--”

“Please?” Eddie asked with a puppy dog pout. 

Fuck. He was adorable. Fuccccckkkkk…..

“Fine,” you said without hesitation, causing snickers from the group. They stopped abruptly when Eddie promptly glared at them. 

“Great!” Gareth smiled as he pulled out a big wad of cash and handed it to you. “Give this to the hounds, and we’ll meet you at the bus in an hour.”

“You want me to just give them money? To do what, exactly?” You stared at him but the band was already walking away.

“There’s a train that goes through Ohio,” Eddie answered you. “Just tell them that.”

“,,,,Right….” you said skeptically.

“I’ll see you soon,” he smiled that panty melting smile at you. 

And with that, he was gone.

[missacidburn928]

Psst...

Indie Rocker!Eddie Munson x POC!Indie Rocker!Reader “Sug” x Former Fuckboy!Steve Harrington Early 2000s Indie Rockstar AU

Summary:

Eddie is playing around during sound check when Steve surprises you with a visit. Only to keep his attention mainly on you. There is no way that Eddie is going to let this slight slide.

Warnings: 18+ Only

Smutty smut smut. BDSM. There really isnt much of a plot here. Read at your own risk.

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Banner by @cafekitsune

The loud bass can be heard far into the parking lot of the little hole in the wall bar your band is performing at tonight. Like the good little starving artists that you are, you're making sure to get a proper sound check in.

The drive over with the equipment in the back of the van and the rest of the band following you in your drummers beat up civic, has Eddie all wound up. An excess of energy that he needs to expel so he can focus on the night ahead.

So of course, he’s playing around. Dancing around the tiny stage. Grinding up against you as you're trying to sing into the mic to check your sound levels. You decide you want to play along. His energy is contagious and why not have a little fun at sound check.

“Let’s really test the speakers and play I Wanna Be Your Slave.” You announce to the band. “We can do the duet version if you're up for it, Eds.”

“Anything for you, Sugar. Let’s do this shit. Gareth, count me in, man.”

Eddie starts to sing to the steady drumbeat Gareth sets out. After a pause the bass joins in. As you start your verse Eddie brings in the guitar. Showing off his very talented fingers. Fingers you’ve been thankful for and obsessed with for years.

From there it’s just a beautiful back and forth between the two of you as you play the gritty and raunchy tune. You're so into it that you barely notice that someone has entered the bar. If it weren’t for the sunlight striding in upon it opening, you don’t think anyone would have noticed.

You clock the very familiar fluffy head of hair before registering Steve’s face as he approaches the stage. You and Eddie play it up even more when you take in your audience of one. With Eddie’s final gravelly line you greet your number one fan.

Jumping off the stage in an act of complete trust, you sail towards Steve. As you knew he would, he captures you with ease in his arms and pulls you in tight for a deep kiss. Eddie makes his way over after telling the band sound check is over and to relax til showtime.

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[wildernezz]

Metal Lords: movie review

summary of plot (no spoilers): a dorky awkward kid named Kevin is friends with this wannabe metalhead named Hunter. they're starting a band together but because of their flaws, their progress fumbles a bit. however, after finding out about their schools Battle of the Bands, they start working to prepare for the contest. as they improve their skills, they also improve their social lives and their own personalities

general thoughts: I GENUINELY LOVED THIS MOVIE SM????? god if youre into movies about a buncha flawed misfit friends then this is definitely a movie i'd recommend. the first few bits are a little awkward because you can kinda feel that the actors are still getting into their roles, but sticking it to the end is ABSOLUTELY worth it. all of the characters were so lovable and it genuinely filled that "i wanna see a movie about people just being people" hole in my heart. i still have no idea how to describe those kind of movies, but i feel like if yknow then youll know.

movies "Metal Lords" reminds me of: Theater Camp, I Used To Be Famous, School of Rock, Love Simon

SPOILERS FROM HERE ON OUT WEEWOOWEEWOO:

in depth but also scattered thoughts bc i cant organize for shit:

I LOVE THE SILLIES SM???? THEYRE ALL MY FAVORITE SILLIES???????? LITERALLY THE ONLY CHARACTER I HATED WAS SKIP (HUNTER'S BULLY), EVERYONE ELSE WAS SO SILLY????? ofc theyre all flawed and there were parts in the movie (especially with hunter) that made me disappointed to see, but the character progression was so satisfying and i loved seeing them all grow. it was genuinely so silly to me i love them all sm

EMILY AND KEVIN WERE SO CUTE TOGETHER???? AND I HONESTLY LOVED EMILY SM??????? JUST IN GENERAL??? LOVED KEVIN TOO BUT MAN I THINK EMILY IS MY FAVORITE. i loved all of her moments sm???? she has a lotta flaws but theyre honestly all reasonable and understandable to me so i kinda just forgive her for them anyways. i also just really love how sweet kevin is to her. like ofc he's not a perfect boyfriend and makes some slipups, but he genuinely really cares about her and i think it's so cute to watch.

more about me loving emily: I LOVED THE FACT THAT SHE DIDNT FORGIVE HUNTER RIGHT AWAY. LIKE IT WOULDVE BEEN COOL TO SEE, BUT THE PAYOFF AT THE BATTLE OF THE BANDS WAS EVEN BETTER. SPEAKING OF WHICH, SHE WAS SOOOOO FUCKING COOLIN THAT SCENE??????? SHE WAS COOL AS FUCK BEFORE THAT (u cannot tell me her cello playing wasnt the most badass thing out there) AND THEN THEFUCKING CCONNNCERRTTT??? IM CRYING I LOVE HER SOMUCCHHCH

i also really loved hunter. like there was a lotta scenes where i wanted somebody to punch him in the face, but he was honestly still lovable even throughout those scenes and he started improving a lot near the end, which was really nice to see. he obviously wasn't completely redeemable since there were still a lot of things he could've done better, but i feel like the fact that he didn't completely become perfect is what made me love his character a lot more. it felt really real to me. he isn't perfect, but he genuinely wants to make up for the shit he's pulled and he's absolutely trying to show it, and isn't that what living's all about anyways? either way, we love hunter in this household <3333

KEVIN'S TIME TO SHINE: that was a lie, i dont have much to say on kevin LMFAO. i absolutely loved seeing him on screen and i just love Jaeden Martell in general, but despite that, there's not really a lot for me to say about him. i just think he's neat. that's enough for me <3333 (emily shouldve been my girlfriend tho smh how dare he /j)

ALSO FUCKING CLAY???? HES SUCH A SILLY GUY. PROBABLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE BACKGROUND CHARACTERS FOR MOVIES IN GENERAL???? HES SUCH A SWEET LITTLE GUY AND I LOVED SEEING HIM SM. KINDA WISH I SAW MORE OF HIM BC OF IT. EITHER WAY, WE LOVE CLAY IN THIS HOUSEHOLD AS WELL <333333

i think thats all i have to say for this movie. either way, PLEAASEE check it out. i swear itll be worth it because the characters honestly all so adorable and so silly goofy goober. we love the silly metal lords here <33333

[solarpunkani]

Solarpunk Ideals and Aesthetics in Sonic Colors

--according to one Solarpunk Sonic fan specifically but dude trust me on this.

This post is the sequel/follow up to my previous post on Sonic the Hedgehog (the character) and Solarpunk Ideals, feel free to give that a read for some context! But for a basic run-down--Sonic the Hedgehog (the Dude) embodies several core Solarpunk tenants in his personality, Dr. Eggman is the antithesis to Solarpunk both in personality and in resulting actions, and I'm such a big nerd I had to split this post into 2 parts and they're still long as hell.

Special reminder: I am a Sonic nerd, have been for 10+ years now. I also have Write Too Much disease. I am going to talk. A lot. Prepare yourselves.

Special reminder part 2: Sonic the Hedgehog is not a perfect franchise, and it's owned by a corporation in the capitalistic hellscape we call life and I promise you I am aware of that. I'm not saying SEGA is Solarpunk, I am saying that parts of their franchise have Solarpunk elements. If I post this and someone skips this paragraph to instead rant at me about some unrelated shit that SEGA the Corporation Guys did That One Time Months/Years Ago I may snap. You have been warned.

Shout out to @modern-solarpunk for being a beta reader for this! Thank you for making sure I was actually being legible and coherent with this.

Let's dive right in.

Sonic Colors Let's Go Let's Go

Sonic Colors came out on the Nintendo Wii in 2010, with an alternate version made for the Nintendo DS. I’ve only played the Wii version, so we’re going to talk about the Wii version. We later got an 11 minute 2D animated short about the game, to celebrate the release of Sonic Colors: Ultimate (which was basically a remake for the Switch). Basic plot synopsis below.

Dr. Eggman claims that he’s turned over a new leaf and has created the Egg Planet Park to make up for his past deeds. Sonic is inherently suspicious, so he and Tails sneak in and start busting up Eggman’s latest evil plot--tying down planets and kidnapping alien creatures called Wisps and harnessing their powers to charge up a mind control ray and make Earth the star attraction of his space theme park. Sonic and Tails promptly set about stopping him, destroying the Eggman robots on each planet and freeing as many wisps as they can while they do so. Feel free to check out this video to see all the cutscenes.

“Ani, what’s Solarpunk about that? A space theme park made by chaining down planets is already pretty unrealistic--” let me get there.

First off, the storyline has resistance and anti-industrialization baked into it. In a sense, we’ve got anti-colonialism too (though by all means DO NOT take this as me comparing the immeasurable harms done to colonized peoples by their oppressors to little fictional alien dudes getting their juices sucked out. But Eggman literally is colonizing several planets). Since Sonic is fighting a villain who’s trying to turn all of space into his robotic wonderland, we are too--and we see this guy as the villain, since he is, which can make people think about how these themes play into other aspects of life. Or at least I did in the fifth grade. Bear with me here.

If you don’t wanna watch 50+ minutes of cutscenes originating from 2010s-era script writing, let’s look at a quote that I feel boils the solarpunk-adjacent parts of the storyline to its bare essentials.

In the 11 minute animated short, Rise of the Wisps, there’s a bit more. First off, we see the aliens resisting a bit more--in fact, there’s a group of little Wisp freedom fighters working to save other wisps before they’re… harvested, I guess is the word for it.

Do they have names? No. But in Sonic Colors we don’t even really see any Wisps with characterizing traits aside from Yacker, so I think having the next few be a band of freedom fighters is pretty cool.

Asides from admiring the visual style of this short (because man Sonic in 2D animation just feels right to me), there’s a quote that I feel fits the Solarpunk outlook on community and problem solving.

“When the problem seems too big to solve on your own, you do what you can. And maybe ask for a little help from your friends. Right?”

Like if I put that in the middle of any other Solarpunk post no one would bat an eye but I’m literally quoting Sonic the Hedgehog here.

The series as a whole, especially Sonic Colors in my eyes, is imbued with hope and standing strong in the face of difficult challenges--leaning on your friends for help when you need to accomplish bigger and better things than you can do on your own. In Sonic, that means defeating giant mech bots or mutated lizards trying to crash land on Earth or purify the world of an out of control zombot virus. For us? That can be restoring a native landscape, vouching for clean energy, starting a community garden, and fighting for what we believe in.

Now let’s talk aesthetics

The Aesthetics of Sonic Color

So we’ve got 5 planets (Sweet Mountain, Starlight Carnival, Planet Wisp, Aquarium Park, and Asteroid Coaster) and two parts of the main park (Tropical Resort and Terminal Velocity) that are playable zones in Sonic Colors. But what’s the most Solarpunky area to me?

Planet Wisp

Planet Wisp is described in the fandom wiki as “a beautiful natural planet full of vegetation and tall trees. The Area takes place during daytime, though stars can also be seen in the sky.” Another page on Planet Wisp says “when seen from space, it heavily resembles Earth,” but its not very big--described as “tiny” in the game. However, it has a wealth of “untouched, unspoiled and unmatched natural beauty”, full of blue-gray rocky canyons and mountains with valleys and fields, rock pillars, etc. covered by plants. The trees are extremely tall, with platform-tops and no other main branches. There’s also lakes and creeks. There’s a minimal level of urbanized civilization--mostly tree slides made from branches and roots and platforms and such. Overall, simplistic stuff--”its untouched nature being largely preserved by the Wisps’ harmonious way of living in nature.” which sounds great! Except this is before interference by Doctor Eggman. Afterwards, “Planet Wisp has large amounts of factories under construction, tearing apart the original plant life and rock and replacing it with red metal.” Eggman Empire-style structures like towers, half-pipes, and roads are clustered around the landscape, and there’s an unknown purple liquid polluting several bodies of water. So! Not all that great! 

‘Ani why do you find that Solarpunk?’ two reasons

A: We the player are literally here to defy the people building the factories so the planet can continue to be full of vegetation and home to its native creatures.

B: it’s pretty, okay? It’s fukin cool.

This map is so cool it was also featured in Sonic Generations (2011) and Team Sonic Racing (2019), so let’s find some pics!

But most of all, the music, you guys.

And here are some other versions of these tracks from subsequent games (Sonic Generations, Sonic Colors Ultimate) and tracks inspired by the Planet Wisp location (Team Sonic Racing)

These tracks. Especially the original ones, but oh my god these tracks. I cannot emphasize enough I feel like. These tracks feel like you uncorked a bottle labeled ‘hope, positivity, relief’ and put it to your ear. And what is Solarpunk about if not hope.

Speaking of Solarpunk and being about hope, let’s talk about the main theme for the Sonic Colors game--Reach for the Stars. If you couldn’t tell by the title alone, this song is also the embodiment of hope--in more of an upbeat, ‘we’ve got this together!’ kind of vibe, but it’s still important to me and also feels Solarpunky (at least Solarpunk-adjacent) so let’s talk about it!

(I ran out of audios I can add so we're getting Youtube Videos instead)

“I’m gonna reach for the stars, although they look pretty far! I’m gonna find my own way, and take a chance on today!” - as Solarpunks, we are reaching for the stars (the sun in particular I suppose) to find hope in a brighter future and share it with others. We’ve all got our own way of doing it, with solutions varying based on individual situations as well as what community efforts can yield, but even still we are daring to dream of a brighter future than the one most often visualized in popular culture. No matter what, we’re gonna keep striving to make changes and create a brighter world for ourselves and those who come after us.

“Just take a chance, we’ll do it right again (we’re gonna reach for the stars!) Just take my hand, we’ll take a chance tonight, reach for the stars, tonight!”

You know what else Solarpunks go crazy about? Community building! You know what else Sonic Colors covers musically? Community building! Or, more so, being open to other people’s viewpoints and communicating to resolve problems, but still!

Now keep in mind, this song is literally based around Sonic and Tails trying to communicate with an alien via a translator, but my point still stands let’s look at some lyrics.

“I’ve been here before, and I know that we must stand up tall! I’m not scared to ask when I’m not sure; we can overcome it all!” - what is community if not being able to lean on other people? Community support, mutual aid, working together to solve problems big and small, Solarpunks have got it!

“If you could tell me how to lend a hand, I would try to understand! No words could say how much I care! Together we can take a stand!” 

And let us not forget the refrain! “Speaking from nowhere else except your heart, you’ll never know if you don’t try! Listen and see the voice I carry with me: ‘Speak with your heart! Speak with your heart!’” In my humble Solarpunk opinion, this feels pretty solarpunk. One of the main things about being Solarpunk--at least, in my experience--is unabashed enthusiasm about our ideas and the colorful sustainable future we’re envisioning! Encouragement from others is what brought me to this space and what draws others to join and stay in Solarpunk spaces! From our art to our writings to our technological concepts and even our arguments all come from sincerity and passion about what we’re doing and the future we want! 

And keep in mind, these are the opening and ending themes of the game! These are the songs where the writers are trying to bottle up the essential vibes of the game into a few minutes of funky tunes! You open up the game for the first time, you hear Reach for the Stars! And after a wonderful story and the satisfaction of finishing a game, you hear Speak With Your Heart! Even the titles alone wouldn’t feel out of place in a discussion about Solarpunk ideals!

Final Words

The Sonic franchise has its flaws, but it sure does speak on hope and resistance. Is Sonic Solarpunk? Maybe not entirely, but I feel it’s got some core elements that are Solarpunk-aligned, even when it’s not always front and center like it is here. I’m not going to pretend that Sonic the hedgehog as a franchise is the pinnacle of a Solarpunk story/game--but it’s got some nice elements that could inspire other stories, and uses those elements in a way that makes people feel like they can and should take action against darker industrializing forces in their life.

Or at least it did for me, as a fifth grader. Maybe that’s not a lot. But if it can help open the eyes of a handful of kids and teens and make them feel hope? Make them feel like they could maybe find the courage to do something? Maybe that’s all we need from it.

[everybodyshusband]

i am the one, lascivious

aether/sunshine (the band ghost)

explicit | m/f | 2k | transmasc aether, transfem sunshine, THEY'RE T4T BABYYYY, oral sex, vaginal fingering, body worship, thighs, porn without plot, porn with feelings

snippet and ao3 link under the cut !!

“Sunnyyyy!” He dragged out her name. “Why’d you stop?”

Sunshine had to bite back a smile at how cute he looked when he was annoyed. His expression twisted into one of petulance as he lay on his back, legs bent with his feet planted steadily on the mattress on either side of her. His arms rested behind his head, providing him with a pillow every time his head fell back from the pleasure of it all. She sat back on her knees, wanting to take in the gorgeous sight of the quintessence ghoul spread out before her and, fuck, was that a good decision. From higher up, she could see the way his eyebrows furrowed and the way his lips turned down into a pout; giving him an adorably confused expression on top of his previous annoyance. She could see just how much his chest was heaving; the way his breaths were shaking with every exhale. She noted the rosy blush spreading from his cheeks all the way down his chest, disappearing under the cream fabric of his chest binder.

“You need to take this off, love?” Sunshine gestured to Aether’s binder.

He shook his head. “I’m good. It’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” He nodded, smiling up at her. “Okay. But let me know if that changes, alright? I don’t want you getting hurt, Aeth.”

“Of course.”

“Perfect. I’ll get back to work, then.” She said, relishing in the way Aether’s face lit up, not unlike an excitable puppy. “Do you want my fingers too? Do you want to cum on my fingers before you cum on my clit, love?”

“Yes! Please, Sunny. I wanna cum.” He drew out the last few syllables, making her chuckle softly.

“Patience, Aeth.”

She ran her hand up his sides and arms until she reached his head, her eyes scanning over his body, worshipping it with her sight. She reached a hand out to touch his hair; messy from her previous ministrations and their run through the windy courtyard from Mass to Aether’s room. She ran her fingers through it—making sure not to catch them on any knots—before trailing her hands down his face, dragging her nails gently across his stubble and walking her fingers down and around the area of chest hair that wasn’t covered by Aether’s binder. She moved her hands to his stomach and sides, ghosting reverently over his deliciously soft skin, leaning down to press a kiss to his happy trail and delighting in the slight shudder it elicited from the ghoul above her. She kissed her way down his happy trail until she reached his cock (which she also pressed a kiss too, resulting in a gorgeous moan from Aether) where she skirted around his throbbing—and dripping— cunt, instead choosing to make a beeline for his thighs. Fuck , did she love his thighs. She made sure to tell him as such.

“You do?” He asked, equal parts hopeful and hesitant, almost like he wanted to believe her, but wasn’t quite sure if she was being serious or not.

“Of course I do!” She reassured him, still trailing her hands all over them—taking extra care to brush over the sensitive skin of his inner thighs—and dusting her lips over them with open-mouthed kisses. “I love how they clench against me when I suck you off and lick at that pretty cunt of yours. I love feeling them slap against me when you ride me. Sathanas , I love hearing it too.” She started sucking bruises into the pale skin on the inside of his thighs in between sentences, watching in awe as the marks blossomed and darkened almost immediately after she made them. “I love the way they feel slamming against me when you fuck into me with that strap-on you steal from Cirrus. Shit, I could go on about them forever, Aeth. They’re gorgeous. You’re gorgeous.” Sunshine looked up from where she’d been leaving her gentle bruises to find Aether hiding his face in his hands; his deep crimson blush extremely prominent even half-obscured by his hands.

“‘M not gorgeous.” Aether sounding this flustered and embarrassed shouldn’t be this hot, but Sunshine can’t deny the squirt of slick her clit secretes at the tone in Aether’s voice—that perfect combination of unfathomably turned on but embarrassed by all the attention. “I’m handsome. ” And, oh , the confident way he said that as he pulled his hands away from his face shouldn’t have made her heart flutter and jump like that but, Sathanas Almighty , he was so precious like that; she couldn’t help it.

“You’re very handsome.” She reassured him, gazing up at him lovingly from her place between his thighs. “My handsome ghoul.”

Aether blushed (again) and smiled at her, an equally loving look on his face. “My beautiful ghoulette.”

read it here on ao3!

beta'd by the wonderful @spoiledleaff, i appreciate your help so much, my friend! <3

[wednesdaythesecond]

5

6

16

18

5: Do you take drugs?

nah, i'm edge

6: Age you get mistaken for

strangely, 15 and 24 exactly are the ones i get the most

16: I’ll love you if

you listen to me explain the plots of fanfics i swear i'll get around to writing one day

18: Most traumatic experience

It’s summer of 2001...

Joe meets Patrick and he’s like “yo, I know about music” and Patrick’s like “yo, I know more about music” “that’s impossible. Do you wanna start a band?” And Patrick’s like “…yeah… that’s cool.” And then he’s like “ yo, this is a book store it's not a music store!”

And then they met at Patrick’s house. And Patrick’s wearing shorts and socks and a hat. Patrick is playin’ drums for some fuckin’ reason! And Pete’s there, for some reason! They start playin’ music together. And there like “ oh let’s play some fuckin’ covers from some other bands!” It was like, Green Day and fuckin’ Misfits and fuckin’ Ramones! Pete said to Joe “yo we gotta change this shit up! Yo we’ve played all these bands let’s play shit from Fall Out Boy.” And so Pete and Patrick are like “yo, that’s dope. But we need a fuckin’ drummer!” Because Patrick’s playin’ drums and he’s a singer! And he’s like “yo! I got a soul voice!” And there like “wait, how do you have a soul voice!?!” And he’s like “yo watch this! YEeeeeEeeeeEeeaaaAAAH!” and they’re like “oh my god! That sounds like soul!” So they put it in the song and it was like “WHERE IS YOUR BOY TONIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!?!!!?!”

And then they’re like “yo, this is fuckin’ perfect. This is Fall Out Boy.” And they made records like, Evening out with your ex-girlfriend. its called evening out with your ex girlfriend, everybody loves it. Its called Eating Out Your Girlfriend, and its real and it doesent matter. And Pete talked to Patrick and Joe and he was like “Yo what the Fuuuck! Yo this is gonna be fuckin’ dooooope!” So they made a record, and it was called take this to your grave. They made it without a drummer! And they had like three, four drummers come in. The four drummers they had come in were like… Josh Freese, Neil Peart, the dude from toto… The fourth one was like the guy from papa roach or something. And they were like, “yo, we need Andy Hurly. Andy Hurley. Take this to your grave. Fuckin record it.” And he did it, and he killed it. He was like,Bigadigadigalalululapssshhhh! Killing the skins! Tapping the skins! Tapping the rims! Playing the shit! Killing these bitches! Wrapping it out!

“We should get signed, to fueled by ramen. Cuz these guys know what the fuck is going on.” And they were like “yo, if you can make our scene any bigger than it is, which is not fuckin hard. We will sign you guys.’ Pete was like ” yo! We got this record that’s fuckin’ dope dude!! Its called, take this to your grave.“ Hey, its gonna be called from under the cork tree, its gonna be fuckin huge. And then Patrick’s like "I gotta keep it real,I gotta keep it artistic. These are three songs that are gonna make the album and its called… This is called Thanks for the memories, 20 dollar nosebleed, and Sugar were going down..” And they made this record that was fucking dope and it fucking hit on the charts.

Like one, two, three! Three, two one! Three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!!!! TEN TO ONE! From under the cork tree sold like Four million records! Ten million records! Fifteen million records!!! And Brendon Urie had nothing to do with the entire record. And Patrick was like “that’s gooooooooood!” Pete was like “yo, FUCK YOU! I can do whatever I want!” Joe was like “yeah its cool man, whatever… I don’t give a shit.” And then Andy was like “eh… Cool!” And Pete was like “makeup is fuckin’ great for a guy. Because it makes a guy look beautiful. Which a lot of times, a guy is not beautiful. And I wanna change that.I wanna make sure everybody thinks that guys are beautiful."

Pete was like “oh my god I’m so embarrassed about this dick pic!” And then I saw the dick pic and I was like “eh, its not bad. Its not a bad dick. Let’s be real.” Panic! At the disco made rolling stone one issue before fall out boy. And fall out boy made the issue right after Panic! And they were so pissed! They were like “yo fuck you guys!” They were like “YO! Panic has the cover of rolling stone!?! Yo, fuck these dudes, were gonna go fucking miles above! Were gonna hit every fucking continent there is known to man!” But they didn’t! Because they missed a second of time, apparently. They were like “oh shit we got every continent.” And they didn’t actually hit it. Dude, Pete was like “WHAT THE FUCK!” oh you didn’t fuckin’ make the continent. Its like fuck you!

So from under the cork tree happens, we fuckin have three, four years of awesomeness! Like people are cumming on themselves its so big! So fall out boy was like, so Patrick’s like “yo were gonna name this record from under the cork tree and from infinity in high.” Pete was like “yo, folie a deux means, the theatric of two.” Fall out boy was like “yo, we gotta take a break” meaning, Pete was like “yo, we gotta take a break bro” and Patrick’s like, “i need time for my music! YAAAAAAHHHH!” And joes like “yo, I need time to find the fuckin’ art dude I gotta find some fuckin’ meau-metal.” And Andy’s like “I’m just gonna play with some fuckin metal bands.”

And they were like, “alright, this breaks been like three years long. Two years long. Three years long. Three and a half. we gotta fuckin’ come back dude. We gotta come back STRONG! We gotta make this shit legit. Its gonna be fuckin dope. Its gonna go fuckin sky high. Were gonna make a fuckin record that sails the skies. Were gonna call this record… Save Rock And Roll.” So they made alone together, light em up, alone together, phoenix. And everyone’s like “what the fuck? You’re working with this guy who fuckin recorded avril lavigne and pink!” Pete was like “yo, were gonna end up in tour with Panic! At the disco and Twenty pilots.” And that’s all. And that’s all that matters. And that’s how the fucking story goes.

[hychlorions]

If you had to rank each Apollo Justice case on a 10-point scale, what would your ratings be?

honestly i like them all so much and it's been a while since i've last played AA4 so it's hard to give an answer without having to sit down and think about it :"D but assuming you wanna sit down for something long-ish, i'll start them all off on a perfect 10 and here's what i'd give deductions for:

Turnabout Trump (4-1) - i'd leave it at a 10 tbh. absolutely banger case for setting the tone for the rest of the game. i don't recall anything i disliked about it atm so i'm assuming there's nothing at all :>

Turnabout Corner (4-2) - hickfield/hotti existence. get him outta here! but on the other hand there's an exchange about klavier pausing a world tour to see the little boy that bested his brother that can mean different things depending on if you're playing the game for the first time or if you're replaying it. on first playthrough i assumed the judge's shock at klavier returning meant he hasn't taken another case since kristoph's arrest in 4-1, which. fair i guess bc prosecutors probably take cases more regularly than the waa in-universe but it's nothing to blink twice about yknow. HOWEVER replaying it after having gone through 4-4 (esp given how he mentions the gavinners to the judge) it starts to seem as if klavier ran off with his band for seven years and didn't come back until after his brother was arrested. which. >:3 hehe

-3 points for creep factor. +1 however for the simple joy of making me tear my hair out over klavier's mystery hiatus length

Turnabout Serenade (4-3) - people give this case too much shit tbh. it's the funniest case in the game and you guys just have no sense of humor 😭 me, lover of comedy, however, can appreciate it for what it is, and it's that 4-3 is the best demonstration of aa's sense of humor. my only gripe with it is that daryan's mentioned to be the first detective klavier's ever worked with. however in turnabout succession the detective shown in the flashback for the gramarye trial (klavier's courtroom debut) isn't daryan, but gumshoe. this isn't elaborated upon any further, so i am sitting here. wondering what mystery case klavier worked on that got resolved without going to court wherein daryan is the detective AND happened before the gramarye trial. i understand prosecutors but WHY pray tell are they shoving 17 year-olds into a detective position on the police force. god.

-2 for in-universe labor laws implications. +2 for klavier's weird forehead obsession (he has about three lines about apollo's forehead) and also the fact that this case has the most canonical uses of herr forehead out of all the cases in the entire ace attorney series at ~61 uses out of the total 129 (including DD). +1 more for being so rife with lines you could use as basis for headcanons ("straight except when he's depressed" "i should've learned to play guitar" "her quiet, deep song glides through the air... lilting above a sparse, but elegant piano accompaniment" i'm so sorry as a klapollo enthusiast this is the case of all time to me)

Turnabout Succession (4-4) - gorl you know the last case of the series has to be the most nailbiting one. such is the case for turnabout succession... if only the mason system didn't royally succ. do you know how hard it is to piece together the timeline for post- and pre-gramarye trial for someone like me?!?! (is forgetful) not to mention the fact that kristoph has apparently only met vera once but already knew she bites her nails when she's nervous? did you put a camera in their house or something? weirdo. however only in burning piles of rubble will real gems reveal themselves. *holding up the scene where zak explains the gramarye powers to phoenix, subsequently revealing the trucy-apollo siblingisms all along* isn't she beautiful?

-4 for being an inconvenient pain in the ass and kristoph's nail polish murder plot that crumbles under a magnifying glass and kristoph's stalking extent implications. +1 for bracelet lore you know i love me some bracelet mechanics (taps my homemade "THE BRACELET DOESN'T TIGHTEN" sign like a proud father)

Final answer:

4-3: 11/10

4-1: 10/10

4-2: 8/10

4-4: 7/10