my own // The Painted Veil, W. Somerset Maugham) // Down In The Valley (2005) // Becoming Lolita, Alisson Wood // Perverted - Elita // Romeo + Juliet (1996) // Acts of Desperation, Megan Nolan // Saccharine - Jazmin Bean // You (2018-) // mine
Quinn always describes Mona as Ophelia and himself as Laertes, which the Ophelia-Mona comparisons I can see, but together I just don't think that is in any way their dynamic. If Quinn wanted a Shakespeare couple to describe him and Mona . . . honey, Romeo and Juliet are right there
thinking about nini living her life only to suddenly find her old highschool making front page news having sung a song together in her high school auditorium, realizing those are her friends and that’s gina porter playing juliet in the new movie and that’s her ex-boyfriend ricky bowen singing a song to gina porter about how much he loves her on the same stage that he couldn’t do that for her on the same night he eventually did.
bc if that were me an album would be written recorded and dropped the next day
Romeo And Juliet (Or Some Other Romantic Shit Like That) Series Masterlist!
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Eddie Munson x f!reader
Series Description: The Saturday night slot at The Hideout is open, and Corroded Coffin thought they were a shoo-in. When it goes to a different band, however, Eddie becomes more than a little distracted by their pretty bassist. (mutual pining, hidden romance, fluff and angst, complete)
Series Warnings: Alcohol and underage drinking, smoking, implied smut, mentions of past sexual harrassment, mentions of period typical homophobia. (let me know if I missed anything!)
been writing notes as characters (mainly Stranger Things as that’s my main hyperfixation right now, yay for season 4) to fill time, they’re not great. here is Max’s letter to Billy (plus possible memorabilia) and notes ripped out of Eddie’s english lit notebook
"Billy, it's gonna be okay!"
"It's not my fault, Max. I promise it's not my fault."
Billy died before Ride The Lightning by Metallica could be released, since he has a Metallica poster in his room I think (maybe head-canon) Max was in mourning and went in his room to think. She saw the poster but didn’t think anything of it before going out to skate and clear her mind. She had already gotten her walkman and wanted new tapes for it, upon seeing a new Metallica album she buys it despite not liking their music because it’s ‘for Billy’ (and when visiting his grave for the first time she plays it for him. possibly. i don’t know.)
"I'm gonna snatch that diploma-
And I'm gonna run like hell outta here!"
Eddie’s trying really hard to graduate this year, trying to prove himself so he can get out of Hawkins. but he also hates it and ends up twirling his pencil, tapping his foot and doodling across his page. Drawing his beloved guitar, and DND maps for his latest campaign.
warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, praise, dry humping, unprotected sex, penetration, sloppy making out, couch sex, creampie, (* i did mark this as a gender neutral fic but the reader is described as wearing a dress so yeah just wanted to include that! *)
word count: ~1k
synopsis: your bf is upset that no one at the costume party you went to recognized your cosumtes 💔
posted: october 28, 2023
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“Baby, don’t be like that.”
Your boyfriend shook his head, trudging into your house with heavy, sad steps before plopping onto the couch. You held back a chuckle at his overdramatic pout and crossed arms. He was currently upset because you two had gone to a Halloween party, dressed up as the 1996 version of Romeo and Juliet from the Baz Luhrmann movie. Jaehyun was the one who had came up with the idea, and he was really excited when your costumes came out fairly accurate to the film. However, he was devastated all throughout the night when partygoer after partygoer failed to pinpoint the characters you were portraying.
“Our costumes were dumb,” he sulked, picking up the TV remote in hopes of distracting himself with whatever show was on.
“They were not dumb,” you assured him, “They’re cute! And it’s not like no one knew who we were. Johnny and Mark knew!”
“I told Mark what costumers we were doing, and Johnny was the one who went shopping with me,” he retorted, the furrow in his brow only deepening as he continued to be upset. “Everyone thought I was a tourist.”
“Well, I think our costumes were amazing. It’s not our fault nobody in the room has good taste in movies like you,” you tried to make him feel better, and as the down-turned front of his eyebrow lifted, you thought it might be working, “Honestly, I’d rather have a great costume that no one recognizes than be the hundredth Harley Quinn and Joker couple.”
He laughed softly at that, “They did have a lot of those. That movie came out years ago.”
“And how many Romeo and Juliets were there?”
“None,” he replied, a satisfied smile on his lips. He looked up at you, and he reached his hand out for yours, holding it, “Thanks, ________.”
“Don’t beat yourself up, Jae. Besides, I think you look really hot in this outfit,” you confessed, your other hand reaching up to the collar of his Hawaiian print shirt. Your fingers fiddled with the top button, and neither of you seemed fazed when it just so happened to pop open.
“Yeah?” he asked, eyes now trained on the plump of your lips, the remnants of your lip gloss still making them shiny.
“Yeah.”
“You look gorgeous too. I like this little halo,” he further proved his point by nudging the halo headband above your head with his finger, making it wobble. You giggled along with him, and then his hand was on your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss.
The kiss turned hot and heavy in moments; suddenly you were straddling his lap. His hands found purchase on your ass and thighs, fingers gripping onto you and sliding the already short hem of your dress up. Low groans of gratification and wanton whines were muffled through your tongues and lips. Your hips shifted rhythmically over your boyfriend’s, emitting deep, guttural moans from his throat.
“Fuck yes, just like that,” Jaehyun spoke through gritted teeth when you grinded down on him and trailed open-mouthed kisses down his neck. Usually he would warn you about making hickeys, but right now he couldn’t find it in himself to care about that.
After a little more grinding and passionate, messy kissing, Jaehyun managed to get both of your underwear off and push his jeans down to the floor. You were going to straddle him again, but he maneuvered you so that you were lying on the couch. You let out a small whine about your halo bending before tugging it off and tossing it onto the floor. He hovered above you, pushing your leg up so that he could fit better between your thighs.
You sucked in a quick breath as he thrusted slowly into you for the first time, while he simultaneously let out a sigh that resembled a curse word you couldn’t quite make out. He had his head buried in your neck, hot breath making your collarbone warm.
“I’ll never get over how good you feel,” he said, “Every single time . . . is better than the last.”
You moaned, your hands wandering under the loose-fitting Hawaiian shirt he wore. It was hanging on by only a few buttons now, so you made quick work of unfastening them and tugging the shirt off of him completely while his thrusts never faltered, “Jae.”
“I know” when he didn’t get a response he said, “You keep squeezing me like that and I’m gonna cum. You want that?”
You couldn’t think of any words in the moment, too overwhelmed with your looming orgasm, so you simply nodded. He rested his forehead against yours, and as if on cue, you clenched down on his throbbing cock.
“Shit, ________,” he cursed, eyes screwing shut. His thrusts became deeper and a little faster; he moved with purpose, “You feel so good. Smell so good. Look so good. Fuck, you look beautiful. I don’t tell you that enough.”
“Jae,” you finally broke your silence, “Please.”
Finally, he shut up and focused on what he was doing. He drove his hips into yours with ardor. He littered kisses over your face, ending with your mouth where he drew you into another sloppy kiss. It was sloppy in the sense that it was full of tongues and teeth, but also because your mouth was parted for loud whimpers.
Jaehyun’s movements stuttered, and his grip on the couch tightened beside you, “Holy fu- I’m cumming.”
“I’m cumming,” he repeated, his words coming out broken up and whiney.
Spurts of his cum filled you up. Your leg hiked higher up on his hip. Your hands grasped onto his back, fingernails clawing at him as you felt your orgasm about to crash down on you.
“That’s it, fucking cum for me. Come on, baby,” even in the aftershocks of his own release, he urged you to chase your own, “You look so pretty when you cum, baby. Do it.”
So you did. You came with an exclamation of your boyfriend’s name as the familiar, orgasmic sense of euphoria settled over you.
I know I should cut Quinn some slack since he's only eighteen and hasn't had much normal socialisation in his life especially with people in his age range but honey you do NOT start out a conversation with a girl you don't even know the name of by asking her to marry you.