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[callmeblake]

From twitter on August 3rd, 2023: 4 years ago today i lived my dream and photographed (at)FrankIero and the future violents - fun fact it was also the first time my mom told me she was proud of my photography (she even posted on facebook about it)

to celebrate, these are my fave photos of frank from the dallas show

[bettyfrommars]

Death Becomes Us

Part 5: The Baptism vampire!Eddie x supernatural!fem!Reader

Summary: You venture into the Upside Down for the first time ever to go to a vampire bar called Sacrament, owned by an older vampire named Jareth (inspired by Jamie Campbell Bower & Eric Northman of True Blood), and end up being recognized by one of the employees. Hints to your past are revealed, and you end up with a new protector. wc: 6.8k

18+Only, mature content, vampire sex, vampire orgy,mention of being covered in blood, mention of someone dying in a car accident, mention of a dead body in a morgue, demobats, wielding a knife, visions of sex, vampire!Eddie.

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A/N: A few things to keep in mind while you (hopefully) enjoy this chapter: the Upside Down is a place, but does not exist in the same way as in the show. Eddie's vampire origin story is different than the kas!Eddie origin story. All of the ST characters in this story are not acquainted in the same way they were in the show.

pls no minors beyond this point

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Part 5: The Baptism

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“Seatbelt?”

Windows open, music blaring, Eddie shifted gear on the GTO and motioned for you to strap in. You noticed that he wasn’t wearing his, but then again he had the immortality thing on his side.

“Mind telling me exactly where we are going?” You asked, clipping your lap belt and adjusting the strap.

“I told you,” Eddie cleared his throat. “A vampire bar.”

“But, I work at a vampire bar,” you added. “It’s not exactly new to me.”

Eddie barked a laugh, clamping his hand way up high on he steering wheel. “Those geeks who go to Main Vein are babies, they are all fairly new to the life. No self-respecting vampire with any real years under their belt would go in there.”

“So, you don’t have any self-respect, I assume?” You chided, being that Eddie had been a frequent flier at Main Vein.

Eddie shrugged. “I’m a baby vampire compared to most. I’m talking about vampires who were turned hundreds of years ago. Maybe even thousands in some cases,” he corrected.

A thought crossed your mind as you looked around at the polished and detailed interior of the vehicle you were in, eyeballing the guitar pick necklace dangling from the rear view mirror. “You’re not taking me somewhere in a stolen car, are you?”

Eddie licked his teeth. “Nah, Princess. This baby is all mine.”

The downtown area of Hawkins turned into suburban houses, and then opened up to a long highway flanked by thick forest as the muscle car zoomed along and you watched it all fly by from your window.

A corner of your brain flashed to a daydream just then. One where Eddie’s hand came over to grab your leg, squeezing it, and when you looked over, he’s licking his lips, eyes roaming your body. “Pull over,” you whisper to him, and he immediately obliges, peeling onto the side of the road, tires spitting up gravel, and whips it into park. Eager mouths meet in the middle, over the console, and his hand darts up to cup your breast and thumb your nipple over your shirt. You reach over to palm his erection, your pussy already throbbing and trickling between your legs. It isn’t long before you’re straddling his lap in the driver’s seat dry humping, bare breasts bouncing, begging him to bite you as his eyes go black.

“Did you hear what I said?” Eddie asked.

“No, I--” you swallowed to wet your dry mouth. “What was it?”

He rested the side of his hand on the dash to point in the direction of a green and white street arrow pointing down at a paved street that curved to the right. “It’s a little jarring at first if you’ve never been, but you’ll get used to it.”

Indeed, you’d never been to the Upside Down, but you had heard the stories, and forgot to exhale a breath stuck in your chest as Eddie fishtailed around the corner and a dust cloud enveloped the car. There loomed a big, white church with round windows and a large bell at the very top; it was enormous but also quaint, with flower baskets hanging from the porch and a well kept lawn. Up ahead, you could see a bridge; an old, covered wooden bridge at the end of a narrow, paved road, with a path leading directly to it, a crescent moon stamp in the dark blue sky.

“You ready?” Eddie asked, slowing down to hit the lip of the road with a bounce.

“Sure,” you replied, eyes ahead, getting closer to the bridge and further from the church.

You tried to fix your eyes when you realized the other end of the tunnel appeared to offer nothing but a pitch black void, and not a glimpse of the other side of the woods, as you would assume.

“What the---” you whispered the partial question to yourself just as the tires met the wobbly wood planks and you were under the shelter of the bridge, heading into a big, gaping nothing.

Eddie turned to get a glimpse of your face as you took in what it was like to go to the other side for the first time, and he tried not to smile, but lost the battle.

“Here we go, Princess,” Eddie mumbled, continuing to keep his foot on the gas without any aid of the break as the GTO met with the inky blackness.

Your our eyes closed reflexively at the way the car seemed to meet air and fall, gravity pulling it down, but only for a second or two before the wheels met with the ground again.

You opened your eyes to find that you were somehow on the same road, but it was also, very different. The grass on either side was dead and the dirt was dry; all of the surrounding trees were just bare limbs and jagged trunks jutting out of the earth. The sky was the color of a purple bruise, and you spotted a few large, odd-shaped birds soaring above.

“Demobats,” Eddie said on an exhale, following your line of sight, answering a question you hadn’t asked.

“Demobats.” You repeated the name as you watched a few loop lazily in the sky while Eddie followed the road and headed back toward the old church. “Do vampires turn into Demobats?”

“Damn, I wish,” Eddie snorted a laugh. “Now, that would be fun. But no, we don’t get to do any of the cool shapeshifting stuff of legends, and let me tell you, I felt robbed when I found that one out.”

Now, your focus was on the old church that you’d passed earlier, mouth slightly agape at the transformation. Matte black exterior instead of white, it loomed like bad news with bars over the round windows and a human skeleton hanging from the top rafters where the old bell used to be. Golden light filtered out from the double story building, and there was a large parking lot to the left filled with cars and motorcycles. A few enormous demobats perched along the roof; waiting and watching.

“The Demobats are a part of a hive mind, but they have free will,” Eddie continued filling you in on the set of Dracula that you had just landed in. “If a vampire bonds with one, the creature becomes a companion or protector.”

“Do you have one?” You asked right away, realizing you surely would’ve spotted a demobat hanging around the trailer park.

“Nah,” Eddie shrugged. “I’m not really a fan of them myself. Plus, it only works if you reside in the Upside Down, I think. Demobats don’t care much for humans.”

You were staring at the ones on the roof as they turned their heads to maintain eye contact with you. “That’s good to know,” you said under your breath.

The front door to the church opened as you passed it and you got a glimpse of the red light spilling out, and the crowd of bodies inside, loud music thumping in your chest.

Eddie waited for two tall, pale vampires with platinum hair in black trench coats to cross the parking lot in front of him before he continued in to park.

“Stay there,” he told you. You watched an abnormally tall and muscular, bald man with tattooed lines down his face get off the motorcycle a row ahead of you while Eddie came around to your door.

He opened it and extended his arm as if showcasing the parking lot. “Shall we?”

Although fascinated by this new peak into the odd world of vampires, the fact that this was not at all “on the way” to the trailer park made you a tad suspicious. What did vampire Eddie have planned for you?

The air was thick—humid without being warm or wet—and it smelled like burning firewood with a tang of metal. “Do you want to take my arm or hold my hand?” Eddie asked, running the tip of his tongue over his top lip, letting his eyes flick down your body. “It’s up to you, but we need to send a message that you are with me. It’s for your safety.”

“Arm is fine,” you swallowed, hooking your elbow with his, bare skin on the leather of his jacket. Behind the church was a dense thicket of forest, and the air looked like someone had just blown the fluffy bits off of a big dandelion. You palmed his bicep, feeling the bulge of muscle there, and he tucked your arm close, pinning it to his side.

From the few vampires you’d already seen in the parking lot and on the steps of the church, they were, indeed, physically much different than the vamps who occasionally popped into Main Vein. A group of guys rolled up on their motorcycles; long hair, earrings, bone jewelry, dressed in all black.

“I think that’s a human,” you noted, whispering to Eddie as you spotted the guy who worked in the produce section of the grocery story you frequented.

“Humans are welcome here, “ Eddie shrugged. “But it’s a huge risk because most of the vampires around these parts don’t follow Mainstreaming rules, they don’t like the peace pact that was made with Hawkins. They’d like it to go back the way it was: all of just hiding down here and coming out to feed in the shadows of night like feral animals.”

He squared his shoulders and stretched his neck as you both made it up the stairs. You passed a huddled group of three vampire women in latex outfits sprawled on the steps who seemed to hiss at you as you walked by.

There was a short line to get in the door, and a tall, dominatrix looking woman in a leather bustier with red hair and knee high stiletto boots was checking ID’s and apparently getting a read on people. You noticed her eyeball you a few times as you waited, zipped close to Eddie’s side.

She framed her hips with her hands and took an intimidating step toward Eddie; the two sized each other up with a serious lock of their eyes, but you noticed Eddie had a small smirk lifting up one side of his mouth.

“Edward,” she arched an eyebrow, the extremity of her heels making her just as tall as him.

“Maxine,” Eddie returned. You were so transfixed by the vampire woman in front of you, you barely noticed when Eddie slipped your arm down and took your hand in his. He squeezed it once, quietly reassuring you.

“Only Jareth calls me Maxine, you know this,” and then all of her attention went to you. “You can call me Max,” she said, looking you over from head to foot.

“She’s with me,” Eddie told her.

“I can see that,” Max inclined her head. “Welcome to Sacrament. What brings the two of you to our little corner of hell this evening?”

“She’s never been to a real vampire bar,” Eddie pumped his hand on yours again; it was smooth and cool, dotted in rough callouses. “Or to the Upside Down, for that matter.”

“A virgin, how sweet,” Max cooed sarcastically. “So, what is this? A date?”

“No!” You said it so fast, it made Max chuckle.

“Wait, what is that smell?” Max sniffed the air, got closer to you, and sniffed some more. She got so close, your noses were almost touching. “I can smell your blood, sweetheart, and damn does it make my mouth water.”

“Max—” Eddie warned.

“I know, I know,” she took a step back. “Okay fine, she’s yours. But I won’t be the only one who wants a taste, I hope you know.”

Eddie knew from the moment he met you that you were special. Not just because of the cotton candy electricity in your blood, but also the way you’d looked at him with those white eyes that first night out between the two trailers. You were human, but you were also something else, and he intended to find out what.

Max stepped back, allowing the two of you to continue on through the main door. Inside, the lighting was dim; all deep red and tangerine hues. From large speakers in the back, the song ‘In darkness you will feel alright’ by Horror Vacui filled the air. A long bar to the right, a few chairs and tables scattered around the middle of the room, and then a large dance floor where vampires writhed, some dancing at lightning speed, as if you were watching a video being fast-forwarded. There were two platforms on either side of the floor where dancers worked their bodies on a pole, slithering and spreading their legs wide. At the far back was a stage of some sort, and you could see a drum kit and a microphone.

You slipped your hand free of Eddie grasp, and he let you, but he stayed close; close enough that his arm was always brushing yours. “Drink?” He asked, shouting a bit over the music.

At the bar, you surprised Eddie by ordering straight whiskey, and then he ordered one of the synthetic blood substitutes called NuBlood. The vampire bartender stared at you with blank eyes for a long time as Eddie made the introductions; his name was Craven and he had long, black hair and a wash of dark tattoos over his chest and arms, exposed under the leather vest he wore.

“I see you brought a snack,” Craven flicked his eyes to you as he handed over the drinks. Vampires had the ability to retract their fangs, but Craven’s were out and long, cutting down into his bottom lip

“If that’s what you’d like to call it,” Eddie gave Craven a final nod and palmed both of the tumblers, determined to carry yours as well, and you followed him to a table.

Taking a sip of your whiskey, you chanced a longer look at Eddie. He had one elbow hooked behind the back of the chair, neck muscles tight as he grazed his full bottom lip with his teeth thoughtfully, his stare fixed somewhere in the distance. But then he looked at you and you lost your nerve, dropping your chin, lowering your glass.

You noticed a middle-aged man dress like an accountant in the middle of the dance floor grinding with one of the male vampires. The accountant had two sets of fang marks on his neck and the two seemed like they knew each other intimately.

“That’s a Fang Banger,” Eddie apparently knew exactly where your attention had gone, and now you were both trying to watch without making it obvious.

You’d heard the term before, but always had your questions to what exactly it meant.

Eddie continued. “Most of the humans who come here like to have sex with vampires and let them drink their blood,” he worked his jaw as he turned the glass in his hand. “And then of course there are humans who like to ingest vampire blood for it’s euphoric highs and healing benefits.”

You turned to face him. “Am I a Fang...Banger now that I drank your blood?”

“Not technically,” Eddie smirked, but shyly, gaze landing on his glass. “But if you’re interested I think I know a guy.”

For some reason, that little flirtatious moment gave you butterflies and you bit your lip, turning your attention back to the dancers on the floor.

“Didn’t you say you had to come here for work?” You were flustered to change the subject.

“I need to pick something up from a guy here,” he answered, ever so vaguely. “Finish these drinks first and then I’ll deal with it.”

That was when you saw him. Or, he saw you---you weren’t sure which happened first.

On the back stage, there suddenly stood a tall, blonde vampire with hair to his shoulders, slicked back from his face. His features were beautiful; perfect almost to the point of being surreal. Black shirt unbuttoned down to his navel, leather pants, fingers and wrists adorned in jewelry, and lips that were almost ruby red against his pale skin.

Max was on stage too, right next to him, talking as she continued to glance in your direction.

The tall blonde vampire’s gaze never strayed from you as he took in whatever information Max was giving him with a tilt of his head.

“Who is that guy on stage that keeps staring over here?” You tried not to look too obvious, leaning closer to Eddie.

Eddie grumbled. “That’s Jareth. This is his club.”

The vampire named Jareth had a very ancient, even otherworldly look about him. Confidence literally oozed from his perfect posture.

It wasn’t long before Jareth and Max were exiting the stage, and parting the crowd, headed in your direction. More like, the crowd parted for them; they were all in awe of his presence.

‘Aw shit, here we go,” Eddie said under his breath, fingering the rim of his glass.

“Well, well, well,” Jareth said with a velvet voice. He kept his arms to his side, and Max had hers folded across her chest. “What do we have here?” He had the lilt of an accent; British, perhaps?

With an air of reluctance, Eddie introduced you, and you followed his lead, getting to your feet, so that the two men would be eye to eye.

Jareth made his way around to your side of the table, sinking in as close as he could without breaching your personal bubble, and took your hand. “The pleasure is all mine,” he told you, bringing the back of your hand up to brush his lips against your knuckles, maintaining eye contact with you. His eyes were so blue, they were almost purple. You didn’t have to glance over to notice the way Eddie stiffened.

“You’re right, Max,” Jareth cooed. “She does smell good enough to eat.”

Eddie moved up closer to you, body flush against your arm. When Jareth finally released your hand, you turned to check in on Eddie, not realizing his mouth would be mere inches from your face, his hand snaking around the back of your hip.

“This is her first time,” Max reported with an air of amusement on her face.

“I’m glad we could be your first,” a smile warmed across Jareth’s face to show that his teeth were perfectly beautiful and white. “You’re just in time for The Baptism.”

You couldn’t have been more confused.

“That is,” Jareth continued, inclining his head at Eddie. “If it’s alright with your babysitter.”

“Only vampires can receive the Baptism,” Max added, smugly. “But you’re welcome to watch, sweetheart.”

In a flash, Jareth was face to face with you, right in your bubble this time, and you flinched a bit as his hand came up to cup your jaw, smoothing his thumb along the scar on your cheek. In a dreamy voice he said: “I do so love a girl who looks like she has stories to tell.”

Eddie seemed to be playing along for the sake of appearances, but you could hear him growl in reaction to the unwanted touch; you could feel it vibrating in his chest. You got the idea that Jareth knew exactly what he was doing by the way he winked at Eddie.

“You go with Max,” Jareth told you. “While Eddie and I finish up some business in my office.”

You gave Eddie a tentative look over your shoulder, wondering if this was a bad idea.

“I promise no harm will come to your little pet,” Max’s voice dripped with boredom and sarcasm. “And I won’t even take a nibble.”

You stayed close to Max, making your way through the sweaty crowd on the dance floor, checking over your shoulder only once to find that Eddie and Jareth were already nowhere to be found. Max’s shiny latex corset laced up with ribbon in the back, and on the exposed skin above was the top of some sort of large tattoo; it almost looked religious in nature like a Mother Mary motif. She led you down a wide stairway lit with red bulbs from above and the walls were painted black. You heard more music thudding below; you could even feel it in your feet.

“Watch your step,” Max warned as you took the final stair in to a hallway that was so dark you had to squint. Then there was another windowless door made of heavy metal, and it was guarded by that scary vampire with the bald head that you’d noticed in the parking lot.

He immediately stood up, flustered at Max’s presence.

Max patted his arm. “We’re just here to watch, Ronnie,” she told him, and he only glanced at you briefly before opening the airtight door with a loud clack and stepping out of the way.

Once you crossed the threshold, you’d be permanently separated from Eddie, and locked behind a bulletproof door. You only had a second to consider this before it clicked shut behind you.

In front of you now was a large room with a DJ spinning music inside a plexiglass box at the far end. The group of vampires who were already there were all too lost in their own world to notice or even care that someone had just come in. You continued to follow Max as you took in the fact that there were yoga mats and shower drains lined up along the floor.

“In here, sweet cheeks,” Max guided, opening another door and flicking a light on. The light was another deep red crimson color, so not much light at all, but you could see that there were three tiers that went up in elevation, and a row of chairs along each level, all facing a large picture window; the window faced the spacious room with the drains on the floor and the yoga mats.

She told you to take a seat, and you found one in the first row, lowering yourself into it with a noted level of hesitancy. In the seat next to you, Max patted your thigh. “It’s a guilty pleasure of mine to expose virgin eyes to the Baptism. I know you’ll love it.”

Again, you couldn’t tell if Max was being serious, or if she was still being flippantly sarcastic.

Over the speakers, an electronic female voice announced “2 minutes until The Baptism” and it was then you heard the rush of footsteps upstairs; vampires coming down to be a part of...whatever this was. The DJ behind the protected enclosure had green and black hair as the dark, pulsing music played, and a bit of fear hitched in your chest, mouth dropping open at the way the bodies flooded in through the doors. They were making out with each other and swarming in one large mass.

The energy down there was different than above. There was something more primal and… hungry. Perhaps a side of these monsters that they didn’t want to or couldn't let other humans see. You were too focused on the scene in front of you to notice the way Max kept glancing over, deeply amused by you.

The feminine, electronic voice began to countdown the seconds from 10, as the vampires danced and undressed each other, eyes black and fangs out. One of the women you recognized from the from steps earlier seemed to be looking directly at you, sneering, licking her pointed teeth, her short black hair spiky around her face.

“We can see them, but they can’t see us,” Max offered.

3...2...1

Your eyes followed the sound of the click: shower heads popped out from the ceiling. The mass of vampires tilted their heads back and opened their mouths, and then a red liquid you assumed was blood shot out of the sprinkler heads like water, raining down on everyone there, soaking them.

That was when the debauchery really started, and you realized what the yoga mats were for.

The blood shower worked them into a frenzy and they began to lick it off of each other, undressing each other as cocks and breasts were exposed, everyone reaching out to fondle their neighbor with unbridled enthusiasm. Some fell to their knees to orally please, and others were flat on the ground, a puzzle of fucked holes and faces, drinking the blood as they also used it for lubrication. Vampires had no fear of contracting STD’s or getting pregnant, so reasoned that it was all fair game. One of the vampires with long hair, wearing an enormous, lifelike, strap-on dildo, flicked her head back and a splash of blood flecked the window in front of you. A few continued to dance around, lost in the music and you had to look away from the fornication, bashful suddenly, but Max found your eyes.

“Have you ever done this?” You asked her. She was poised in her seat, legs crossed and fingers laced over her knee.

“No, never,” she admitted, to your surprise. “But I do so love to watch.”

While two naked vampires fucked doggy style on the floor right in front of your eyes, and the one on their hands and knees sucked another vampire off, you wondered if Eddie had ever done this. You wondered what it would feel like to see him standing out there, watching you, beckoning to you, while naked and covered in blood. The part of you that had ingested his crimson gift whispered that you would let him split you open right there in front of everyone, begging for his fangs sink into your throat.

It took all of your strength not to run into Eddie’s arms when you finally made it back up the stairs with Max. There were only 10 or 15 people on the main floor at that point, most of them human familiars, as the rest of the clientele were still downstairs breeding. The sprinklers were only on for five minutes or so, but it was enough to drench all of them as they fucked each other with insatiable hunger.

Eddie pushed off the bar when he saw you, eyes lighting up with wholesome relief.

“How was it?” He asked, taking note that Max was close behind you.

“Traumatizing,” you answered, even though a part of you had enjoyed it, but that was a part of you he didn’t need to know about.

“It was a pleasure to take your girlfriend’s Baptism virginity,” Max batted her eyes a few times.

Simultaneously, you and Eddie both:

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“I’m not his girlfriend.”

“Whatever you say,” Max goaded, hands on her hips, waiting to see you both out. Craven was not too far behind her, both hands braced on the bar, staring you down with an intensity that seemed unnecessary at the time.

Eddie extended the crook of his elbow to you. “Let’s get you home.”

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“I know that girl,” Craven told Max once you and Eddie were long gone.

Max tilted her chin up, regarding him down the end of her nose. “I’m listening.”

“I read about her in an Unsolved Mysteries forum I belong to, it was a really odd story,” he wiped his hands on a towel as he talked. “At least, I’m pretty sure it’s her. That scar on her cheek, it’s unmistakable.”

Max gave a roll of her eyes. “Spit. It. Out. Craven. For fucks sake, I’m rotting internally over here.”

Jareth walked up beside Max, standing close, working his jaw.

Craven leaned forward, resting on his elbows. “There’s more than one story about her, both equally strange. First, supposedly, she was in a car accident, dead by the time the paramedics got there,” he paused for a beat.

Jareth looked out the bars of the front window just in time to see the taillights of Eddie’s GTO glow bright in the distance, on his way back to the crossing.

Craven spread his fingers on the bar as he explained, his face dire. “But, her body was stolen from the morgue, and it was never found.”

Max and Jareth exchanged a look. “So, she’s a ghoul? A zombie? What? I didn’t see any rotting flesh,” Max pushed. “She smells too good to be dead.”

Craven held his hand up. “Okay, but get this---apparently her grandfather ran a funeral home, and she lived there with her dad in the same house with all of the coffins and the embalming and whatnot. The rumors were that her dad, Dr. Wesley, was a complete nut job. He was some kind of genius, flew through medical school, became a surgeon.”

Max took a few steps closer, balancing her hip on one of the stools.

“But then his wife found out she had cancer and passed away 6 months later, when Eddie’s girl was just a teenager. After her mom died, her dad went off the rails. Became a real reclusive mad scientist, had some kind of laboratory in the basement where he brought road kill back to life and returned them to the woods.”

“That brings us back to her being in that car accident and disappearing from the morgue,” he paused for dramatic effect. “In the forum I belong to, a bunch of people suspected that he brought her back to life somehow, because---now listen to this---when he died a year after that, several witnesses said they saw her standing on the porch, clear as day.”

Max rolled her eyes. “If you’re fucking with us, I’m going to be very upset.”

Craven put his palms out as a sign of surrender. “Not fucking with you at all. But, I haven’t gotten to the best part yet.”

Jareth smoothed back his hair, waiting.

“In his will, Dr. Wesley left the house and all of his belongings to a woman by the name of “Dove”, and everything monetarily was handled through a third party. That was just a few months ago.” He took a sip of NuBlood and rolled his neck. “Jump ahead to a few weeks ago and, did you hear about that bus that got t-boned and then flipped over onto the train tracks, pinning all those kids inside?”

Max shook her head, but Jareth nodded slowly, eyes narrowing with his full attention, nostrils flaring slightly.

“And how somehow, miraculously, the bus was pushed off the tracks and out of danger just before the train came? And then the bus was flipped back onto it’s tires so that the kids could get out? Well, about ten of the kids described our new friend to a T, right down to that cheek scar.”

“Of course, no one believed the kids,” Craven shrugged. “And it wasn’t a vampire because it was still daylight out. But those of us who’ve been following this story think she’s reanimated, like Frankenstein’s monster, and somehow it gave her superhuman strength.”

“This is a stupid story,” Jareth intoned. “Of course this is all rubbish. Myth, legend, a ghost story for children.”

Max looked over at the door, as if you might be standing there.

“You mean, like vampires?” Craven offered with a lift of his eyebrow.

Max squinted, remembering how uneasy you had been earlier. “She doesn’t seem very strong to me.”

Craven brought a beer to a human at the end of the bar, and then continued when he came back. “We don’t think she understands her strength. I personally believe it has something to do with lightning. There was a lightning storm the night she died, and there was also lightning the day of the bus crash.”

“What would lightning have to do with it?” Max asked. Her curiosity was piqued, but she didn’t want to seem too eager. “That makes it sound so dramatic.”

“I have no clue,” Craven shrugged. “Maybe the electricity in the air makes her powers stronger, maybe she becomes some kind of lightning rod? I’m not sure, but I would like to find out.”

“She does smell different,” Max mused.

“There are people looking for her. Bad people,” Craven added.

“What kind of bad people?” Jareth smirked. “Certainly not worse than this lot.”

Craven wiped the bar with his rag. “People who think they know what she is, and want to study her. To harness a way to give humans insane strength without turning them into vampires? She’s not in Hawkins because it’s such a great town,” he snorted. “I think she’s trying to hide in plain sight. No one would think to look for her in a place like that.”

Max flicked her attention from Jareth to Craven. “Do you think Eddie knows? About her?”

Craven licked one of his fangs. “He has been known to do freelance bounty hunter work. I wouldn’t put it passed him. Maybe someone is paying him to be her watchdog until they can know for sure.”

“Interesting,” Max smoothed her lips. “I wonder if there’s some kind of reward out for her?”

“I can find out,” Craven wiggled his eyebrows mischievously.

“You two fiends will stay away from her,” Jareth spoke up, eyeballing both of them. “Until I figure out exactly what it is we’re dealing with.”

“Oh shit,” Max flashed an uncertain grin. “You’ve got a thing for little miss monster mash.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Jareth frowned.

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On the way out of Sacrament in the GTO, rounding the corner along the sparse forest that would head you back toward the bridge, you and Eddie were painfully quiet. There was the soft hum of At Night by The Cure coming from the orange and green lights of the stereo, and you absently noticed a few demobats swooping down close.

The images from the Baptism were still flashing every time you blinked, and so you rested your head on your fist and kept your eyes open until they dried out.

“Thank you,” Eddie cleared his throat. “For, being cool about all of that tonight.”

He really hadn’t given you a choice. “Um, you’re welcome.”

Internally, Eddie was kicking himself for ever taking you to Sacrament, or the Upside Down in general. He should’ve known Jareth and Max would notice there was something different about you and take an invested interest. Jareth was a much older, stronger vampire, but Eddie wouldn’t let him get close to you without putting up a fight.

“Did you take care of whatever business you came to do?” You wondered allowed, assuming that he made some clandestine exchange with Jareth.

Eddie sighed. “Yep. It’s all good.”

You were about to be nosey and ask exactly what it was he went there to do, when something banged into the grille of the car, making Eddie curse and swerve, slamming the breaks on before the GTO careened into the dead forest.

“Fucking bats,” Eddie hissed, throwing the car into park with a grunt.

The erratic swerve made your adrenaline surge and sent a wave of heat over your flesh. Dust pooled up around the windows and you struggled to see what was out there in the misty, purple gloom. Out in the middle of the street, in the glow of one of the GTO headlights, face down and wings wide, tendrils spread out, was one of those big, spooky demobats you’d seen perched on the eaves of the church.

You noticed it’s wing twitch, and one of the octopus tendrils curled up slowly as if it was trying to move but couldn’t. It didn’t matter what kind of horrifying, killer beast this was---you hated to see any animal suffer and, before you knew it, your hand was on the door handle, cranking it open.

“Wait!” Eddie gripped your arm. With the door open a crack, you snapped a look at him over your shoulder. Eddie checked up through the front window to see if there were any more demobats close by. “What are you doing? Those things are dangerous.”

“It’s hurt, Eddie,” there was an unmistakable determination in your eyes. “I just want to move it out of the street. Maybe its just stunned.”

Eddie’s stare got hard. “That thing out there will eat your face off and not think twice about it.”

Eyes locked on each other, the both of you realized at the same time that your lips were close, noses only mere inches from touching. Eddie’s eyes flicked to your lips, and then back up again, taking in a sharp sip of air.

Be it the bleeding heart you’d inherited from your mother who was always taking in stray pets to nurture and raise as her own, or from watching your father try to save and resurrect every bit of road kill he stumbled across in that last decade of his life, but you couldn’t let it lay out there vulnerable and in pain. Eddie recognized this determination in your countenance, and released your arm.

On a frustrated exhale, he reached across your legs to open the glove box. “Just wait for me, okay?”

He pulled out a butterfly knife, flipping it open with a few deft flicks of his wrist.

“What’s that for?”

He made a stabbing gesture. “If it’s mortally wounded, I’ll have to put it out of it’s misery.”

You stepped out of the vehicle, waiting for Eddie to come around the front of the car and meet you there.

The demobat lifted another tentacle, making a shrill, squealing noise, and then went still again.

“We can’t take it home with us,” Eddie warned. “That is out of the question.”

You had no idea what you were doing. It was face down, but you knew the thing had a mouth of teeth and they seemed incredibly strong and fast.

“Just help me...move it off the road so it doesn’t get squished by another car.”

Eddie did not like this. This thing wasn’t a kitten or a turtle; it was more of the crocodile/shark variety with no real motivations outside of killing.

You knelt down next to it, Eddie positioned above you with the knife, ready to execute if it reared up and tried to bite you. The thing made a little, sad mew noise, and it compelled you to make the nurturing choice to run your fingers along the spine of its wing to comfort it.

“Shhhh,” you coaxed. “You’re going to be okay. We’re not going to hurt you.”

The demobat jerked at your touch, but was still too stunned to do any more than that.

“Okay, you grab one wing and I’ll grab the other---” but just as you said it, one of the slimy, jellyfish tentacles wrapped softly around your wrist.

Eddie bolted forward, thinking maybe he’d need to cut the fucker off, but you stopped him with your other hand. The tentacle gave you a little squeeze before slipping loose again, falling to the pavement with a smack.

“Okay, let’s get this over with,” Eddie huffed. You both pinched a fleshy wing at both ends and were just about to lift up when the demobat screeched louder than ever, flapping free of your grasp and up into the air.

It spun around mid-flight and shrieked like a siren, exposing the jagged teeth in its gapping maw, dripping with tendrils of saliva. The demobat did not look happy.

Eddie dove in front of you, his eyes black and his fangs out, ready for battle, but the bat only screeched again, this time with less heat, and turned to hobble away; one wing not working as well as the other.

Your shoulders sank and your forehead fell to Eddie’s arm, sighing with relief.

“Yeah,” Eddie watched the thing go as it flew low to the ground for a while before scooting higher up in the sky. “Please don’t ever do that again,” he mumbled to you around the fullness of his ejected fangs. He didn’t move though, because now your cheek was resting on his arm and your hand was on his lower back, and he wanted to turn and kiss you so bad. But then you moved and the moment was over.

Back in the car, as Eddie stuffed in behind the wheel, you clicked your seat belt on and said, “I think I’ve had enough excitement for one day.”

“That makes two of us,” he returned, checking the sky for more low-flying creatures before he got back on the road.

Exiting the Upside Down through the old, covered bridge gave you a deep sense of relief. For the first time, you couldn’t wait to get back to your shitty trailer and your wholly ordinary life. Maybe you weren’t ordinary, but you really wanted to be, and the people and places of Hawkins were helping you to embrace that title more and more every second.

The two of you did not return to Hawkins alone.

Your secret companon flew low behind the GTO in the bridge, and then coasted high above in the sky once it was free from the Upside Down, reveling in the cool night air that did not burn her throat. The demobat you’d helped in the road kept pace with the roof of car as a shadow, following out of sight, and darting in through the trees when necessary.

She was your demobat now, and she wanted to keep you safe.

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[toomuchracket]

the birthday party

(yo. first fic! a lil friends to lovers for the "write what you want week" trope night, hosted by @imightgetbetter! probably too long, probably a bit shit, but we move. the pic of matty below is what he looks like in my mind for this fic lol. enjoy!)

your heels crack off the concrete ground like peals of thunder as you run up the steps at the train station. the restaurant is just up the street, the strings of fairy lights in its window an oasis in the darkness of the february evening. you pause for a beat, shifting the strap of your bag further onto your shoulder and tightening your grip around the bouquet of yellow and orange tulips in your left hand, then continue your sprint towards the twinkling windows.

a red light at a pedestrian crossing hinders you for a few aching minutes. you slip your phone from your coat pocket and scan the screen to pass the time. your friends have replied to the message you sent to the groupchat berating your delayed train; it's cool, don't worry, these things happen, we'll order you a drink for you getting here. after heart-reacting as many messages as your freezing fingers will allow, you send another. off train, will be there in 2 mins x

green again. still clutching both your phone and the flowers, you run the final stretch of pavement, slowing as you near your finish line. the birthday girl is waiting at the door of the restaurant, her bare arms folded against her sequinned chest. her lips arch into a smile as you approach, panting slightly, and she opens her arms for a hug. you manoeuvre into it as best you can with your own upper limbs preoccupied, and speak into her shoulder: "thank you for coming out to meet me. i'm so sorry i'm late." you pull away from her hold, offering her the flowers. "happy birthday, bitch."

birthday girl's smile grows even wider, radiant, genuinely touched. "thanks, angel, you really shouldn't have," she says, taking the bouquet from you and inhaling the scent. "and don't worry at all about being late - we're all just happy you could make it. some more than others, i think."

her smile shifts slightly with the last sentence, into something more... knowing. you raise an eyebrow. "what's your point, exactly?"

"oh, nothing," she shrugs. before you can protest, she smoothes a bit of hair on the side of your head and interlinks her arm with your own. "you look beautiful, by the way. let's head in."

you let her lead the way through the semi-crowded restaurant to the table of your friends. a cheer goes up as they spot you, which makes you blush. birthday girl's fiance stands up to hug you and take your coat. "we saved you a seat up the end there," he says, with a slight incline of his head to the other end of the long table.  "next to-"

matty.

you turn to the birthday girl, who simply smiles saccharinely at you, before she nudges you to the end of the table and a set of sparkly brown eyes. one of them closes in a wink as you approach, while the man they belong to slowly rises from his seat. your heart flutters involuntarily, and your greeting comes out as a whisper. "hiya."

"hi, darlin'," comes the reply, as he pulls you into a quick hug. you quickly inhale his scent, a strong mix of tobacco and aftershave, undercut with a hint of the weed he enjoys smoking so much; a scent so sorely him that even the slightest hint of it makes your knees tremble and heart race. here, now, breathing it in in its purest form, you think you might pass out if he wasn't holding you. "it's good to see you again. s'been too long."

"yeah," you inhale softly. you break the embrace, and trail your hands gently down to hold his own larger ones, calloused from years of guitar playing. he rubs his thumbs softly over the back of your hands as you take in his lithe, black-suited body and the mop of dark curls atop his (perfect) head. "you look lovely. really well."

matty's cheeks flush slightly, lifting into a smile uncharacteristically bashful for a rockstar of his calibre. "you flatter me too much, sweetheart. and you look beautiful."

you can feel your cheeks redden as you giggle awkwardly. "the birthday girl said the same thing."

"and for once in her life, she's right," matty replies, placing a hand on the small of your back - a gesture that makes your stomach muscles twitch into tension - and guiding you into the seat next to his. he keeps one of his hands on yours, though, even as you both sit down. "not like the time she got really into french new wave shit and tried to convince us all that cycling across paris on a saturday in july was a good idea."

the memory makes you chuckle. "no, the two of us were right that day. find a quiet restaurant, sit outside drinking for five straight hours, and laugh when everyone else shows up grumpy and sore."

"that was my favourite day of the whole holiday," matty says, almost dreamily, resting his elbow on the table and his face on his hand. "you and i weren't close until then, not really. was nice to just sit and open up to each other. i love doing that with you."

"i know exactly what you mean," you reply, glowing at his words. "getting little glimpses into your brain is my favourite thing."

matty's face changes slightly as you finish talking, the expression something you can't quite describe. the air in the room feels heavier now, as if your honest words are lingering and weighing it down; you try to blow them away by continuing to speak. "and that wine we had was fucking wonderful, too!"

the brown eyes fixed on your own restart their twinkling, as matty slides a stemless glass of burgundy liquid to you. it's identical to the one in front of him, albeit fuller. "speaking of..."

you gasp. "no fucking way."

matty winks at you, smirking - a deadly combination to your heart - clearly proud of himself. as he clinks his glass against yours in a silent cheers, though, his bravado disappears, replaced by something almost resembling tenderness. "i remember you saying it was the best drink you'd ever had. every wine list i read, i look for it. here's the first place outside of paris that they've actually had it."

jesus.

you take a sip of the wine first, to taste, then go back in for a longer drink. it's good, better than you remember, so good that your eyes close involuntarily in pleasure as the fruity smoothness makes its way further down your body, leaving a trail of warmth behind. when you reopen them, matty is still looking at you softly, pretty lips curved into a slight smile. it's the most tender moment you've experienced in a long time, and you don't want to ruin it by talking.

instead, you put down your glass and shuffle your chair as close as you can to his, pointedly ignoring the shiver that dances across your skin as your thigh meets his own, and pull him into another hug. this one is longer, slower, closer - your arms rest on his shoulders, his settle around your waist. with your face in such close proximity to his neck, his scent - already ruinous to you - is inescapable; it consumes you, fills your airwaves and clouds your brain until all you can think is matty, matty, matty. before you lose all sense of coherent thought to him, you murmur a "thank you" into his shoulder, and you swear his arms tighten slightly around you. you stay entwined for a bit longer, neither of you willing to be the one to break the hold. it's only when you hear an "oi! lovebirds! can we order now, please?" from further down the table that you both reluctantly pull apart, smiling sweetly at each other.

the dinner passes without incident, aside from the birthday girl breaking a lightbulb as she over-enthusiastically opens a bottle of champagne. you talk to matty, about his music and your writing and your families and new hobbies and the shit tv you've been watching, and also to the rest of your friends. it's a lovely night, so lovely that nobody really wants to go home after the plates have been cleared and the bill has been paid - when someone suggests continuing the evening in a bar down the street, the response is a unanimous "yes".

so you go, you continue your conversations and your drinking, although the bar doesn't have the french wine you and matty drank a bottle of together earlier, much to your disappointment. you even dance, with your girls, to the overly-bass-heavy songs blasting through speakers hidden everywhere in the dimly lit room. it's fun, absolutely, but you find yourself distracted, eyes constantly flicking to matty. he's so beautiful, standing at the bar laughing with the boys and absent-mindedly toying with his hair, that it makes your heart ache. when he pulls a lighter out of his pocket and makes a beeline for the back door, you're compelled by some supernatural force to follow him, shouting excuses about wanting fresh air across the music to your friends.

a quiet curse leaves your lips as you step coatless into the crisp winter night. at the noise, matty looks up from his phone with a furrowed brow, cigarette between his lips. when he sees it's you walking towards him, he takes the cig between his fingers and exhales the smoke far more attractively than should be allowed. "y'alright, darlin'?"

"mm-hmm," you reply, leaning opposite him against the wall. "just needed some air, is all. but i'll gladly bum a cig off you, if you're offering."

matty rolls his eyes. "not this shit again, sweetheart. s'not good for you. i don't want you adopting my bad habits, do i?"

you pout sweetly and bat your lashes. "please? just one?"

matty looks at you for a second, taking a long drag of the cig as if to taunt you, before he sighs. "listen," he starts. "if you're that desperate for a nicotine hit, i'll shotgun you. just this once, yeah? don't need you ruining your pretty lungs with these things."

"deal."

matty sighs again, but takes another long drag and leans down to your level, placing his hands on the wall beside your head. "open up, then."

ignoring the way your stomach jumps at his command, you part your lips as he exhales, taking all the smoke leaving his mouth into your own. neither of you move once it's done, though; you still lean casually against the brick wall, flanked by matty's hands, both of you breathing heavily, lips mere inches apart. matty's gaze flicks to your lips and back to your eyes, and then it happens.

you're kissing.

it starts sweetly, lips on lips and nothing more, but the wine from earlier emboldens you - daringly, you swipe the tip of your tongue oh so gently over matty's bottom lip. his breath hitches, and something within him just shifts. the cigarette is flung to the ground, forgotten, and his hands come up to hold your jaw as his tongue finds its way into your mouth. as you continue to make out, your hands clutch at the lapels of his suit jacket - whether to hold yourself upright or just to keep him close to you, you have no idea. all you know is that you're finally kissing matty, and you don't want it to stop.

eventually, though, the human requirement for oxygen means that it must. it's matty who pulls away from you first, although he looks physically pained to be doing so. his hands remain on your jaw, thumbs gently caressing your cheeks as he breathes heavily, adoration in those sparkling brown eyes of his. "you have no idea how long i've wanted to do that," he pants, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "fucking hell, sweetheart."

panting just as much as matty, you smooth down his lapels and smile sweetly at him. "well, for me, it's been... wait, how many years has it been since we first drank that wine in paris?"

matty's eyes widen slightly. he giggles - the sweetest sound you think you've ever heard - and pulls you in for another kiss; still as passionate, but more tender than the first, with an underlying gravitas that makes your heart feel funny. this time, when he pulls away, he looks... nervous. "look, this might be too forward, and you can absolutely say no and it'll be fine. but i wanna ask you" he begins, his hands trailing down your sides and coming to rest on your hips, eyes boring into your own. "would you like to come home with me tonight? i would love it if you do."

you've never been more sure of an affirmative decision in your life.

[xuhuihuis]

sub zb1 hcs pls 🥹

sub!hanbin who would try his best in being the best boy for you, always holding your hand and complimenting you. Coming home with the most beautiful flowers for you when he comes back from practise. Hanbin's cheeks would become a shade of pink whenever you praised him, especially in the bedroom. A string of praise fell from your lips as you jerked him off. Hanbin lay on the bed looking up at you with doll like eyes, almost pleading you. The closer he got to his orgasm the more he moved around finding it hard to hold back.

'Go on, make mommy proud...'

sub!jiwoong who would act all tough when out in public, but when you got home he was like a big teddy bear. Always hugging you and pouting when you had to move to get something. His smile was your favourite thing, always doing your best to keep him smiling no matter what. Holding onto his hands tightly as he rutted into your cunt. Whimpers fell from his lips as he found it hard to stop himself from coming too early, you just felt too good for him. Gently running your fingers through his hair as he is close watching how his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

'Cum, its okay. Mommy's here"

sub!hao is the biggest brat. If you don't let him do anything he wants to just expect him to be in a mood with you the rest of the day. Always pouting and not listening until you give him a lesson, that's what he really wanted in the end. He would look so pretty as he cries taking the strap. Holding onto anything he can to help ease the pain. Zhanghao's pretty sounds filled the room as he came close to his high, pleading and begging you to let him cum as he has been a good boy listening to whatever you said during his punishment.

'Cum, make mommy proud. My beautiful boy...'

sub!Matthew who would love it when you compliment his muscles, telling him how strong he is. He would love showing off how strong he is when in bed with you. Matthew was weak for your praise, rutting into you harder as you moaned about how good he felt inside of you. Fucking you up against the wall holding onto you very tightly. He would be a sucker for pet names, always becoming weak at the knees when you call him one.

'wanna cum, Prince? you feel so good'

sub!taerae who loves performing for you! always running to you when he learns a new song on the guitar just to hear the praise from you. He does have a brat side to him. It isn't just the good boy side all of the time. Backchatting you just to get out of doing something simple when he doesn't want to do it. Gripping onto his hair tightly as you sit on his face as he laps at your cunt like a starved man. Pleading you for forgiveness through muffled moans.

'shhh, make mommy cum. Maybe then you will get what you want'

sub!ricky who is the best boy for you! he always loves it when you let him show what he got from shopping that day. Smiling as he shows you everything, even if it was something small. Sub!ricky who would sit in the prettiest poses for you as you take pictures of him in the sets you got him. Looking into the camera in a sultry gaze, enjoying this more than he should. Changing from one position to the next, listening to your every demand praising him for being such a good boy.

'Such a pretty boy for me, baby, doing so well'

[jennjamindraws]

It’s been a while but I’m finally ready to post my sona!

This is Crew (like a bunch of friends but also like Mötley Crüe), a rock troll with a pop troll-like lifestyle and dresses in the punk/grunge rock style. Their hair is naturally dark but they dye it lighter bc pastels and floral colors are her favorites! Generally loves cute things like pompom bats (I seriously want one SO BAD) and flowers even though they dress in mostly band tees and dark denim. Accessories include many colorful scrunchies and a satchel with a guitar strap to carry it. She would mostly live in Pop Village and would travel occasionally to explore the other genre trolls. Thrives on good vibes, sweets, and adding an electric guitar riff wherever possible

This was a fun lil side project but I’m probably not going to do much more with them. I love seeing other people’s sonas and wanted to give it a try also ☺️

[maysrinn]

District AU (Im bias towards this au now with all the added lore it’s getting + the meadow art piece ✨✨)

1. What is Rosie like as an older sister since she’s no longer the youngest in the district au (she’s a middle child)

2. What are the kids favorite pass time in the district au (since they have to stay hidden, I’d assume they’d have down time to do whatever) (the twins just set things on fire)

3. Which kid(s) give the covey the most stress

1. Not much changed beside the pride of no longer being the youngest, She's still the same hyperactive little snake-loving menace to society, but now with the right freedom to do so. Sure, now she isn’t spoiled rotten anymore, capitol style, but Coriolanus still brings her trinkets as much as he can. Still ✨daddy's little girl✨ next to Clementine, who's ✨daddy's pain in the ass✨ but now she has two little sisters who follow her everywhere. Aubrey and Aubree are glued to her; everywhere she goes, they waddle too. The little snake probably didn’t even realize she was the middle child now because, unlike Xanthos, she doesn't care.

2.

Xanthos tries to learn to play with his mother's guitar so he is mostly in the meadow (he can now let his inner covey out)

Sejanus spends most of his time trying to learn the things the other kids learn in school. He was already a smart fella in the capitol AU and now he tries to teach it himself with Coriolanus giving him assignments and correcting them after coming back from work. His favorite “class” would be algebra.

Rosie ….snakes, snakes, snakes, snakes, snakes. She doesn’t have the patience to go fishing or read but she loves running around trying to find new things that keep her busy. She’s the definition of the kids who come back home at dawn doing all sorts of things. But she loves collecting flowers and herbs with her mother, specifically mushrooms in the fall.

The twins waddle after Rosie or Lucy gray and in-between naps they have each other to keep themself busy under constant supervision. They are 3 after all.

Cedar being the youngest, sleeps and eats if awake. Mostly strapped to Lucy Gray's back or chest.

Clementine oh my darling Clementine…she keeps herself busy doing exactly what she is not supposed to do, for example interacting with girls her age or going to the hob, wandering around the edges of 12, or observing from afar. To be fair she doesn't know better and she is 15 at the time she starts disobeying her father and 17 when she learns about the reason why the rules were set.

3. Clementine is a constant concern, 24/7, 365 days a year, for obvious reasons. If it's not about playing cards with the devil's advocate, provoking every string that keeps her safe, it's her recklessness with Nathan that has them worried about another Lucy Gray case of being a young mom (though that won't happen).

The second concern is Cedar Fern; at just 2 months old, he has entered the risk zone for sudden infant death, something Sejanus warned them about when Clementine was born. Once that phase passes, Clementine becomes their only problem again.

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[ohraicodoll]

so i have this stray cat that lives in my garage and she’ll bring back birds for us as a little gift and i feel like this is something red would do. obviously not birds but if she’ll see something while outside the walls that she knows tommy or the baby would like/need she’ll grab it for them. I dont think she would ever hand it to him in person tho, she would just leave it at his doorstep. lol the idea of tommy coming home and just finding random things on his porch without knowing whos leaving them is hilarious to me.

Absolutely cackling at this because yes, I've already mentioned she does this already but Joel and Ellie are use to it because of course it's Red leaving them things. But Tommy does not know that lol Red likes to leave things for people that she thinks they'll like. Hardly ever is it for her, though when she does she hides it in the downstairs room as if it's inconvenient for it to be with everyone else's stuff. But she'll find things for Ellie like cool rocks, books, art supplies. One time she even found those little stick people poseable models you use in art class. Sometimes it's just neat pictures that Ellie can use as references or hang on her wall. It's always left on her desk or the window bench, places where she'll find them but never with a note. Ellie just knows they're from Red. Joel will find tools or parts for the guitar they're fixing. Sometimes it's new shirts, a new belt, Buddy Holly and Pink Floyd cassettes, a tuning fork, a flower. They're left on his pillow and even if they enter the room together, she doesn't mention they're from her and he doesn't bring it up. He'll only kiss her neck gently and put the items in their new homes then search the downstairs room and put whatever she found for herself in their room. He hates when she tucks herself away and will always show her place is with them. Tommy does not know about Red's odd gift giving method. He's just happy she hasn't glared at him in a couple weeks and is getting more confident she won't stab him. So he's slightly concerned and weirded out when he starts finding things on his doorstep. He almost steps on a small stuffed dog when he goes to leave the house. No name or letter is left with it, but he can tell the stuffed toy has been cleaned. Next it's a new watch strap then a new knife and a freshly cleaned baby blanket. Maria is just as baffled but not as ruffled, shrugging it off and saying maybe one of the neighbors maybe left it. When he brings it up to Joel, his brother just starts to laugh his ass off.

[indigosmug]

Miles!1610

Seems like the type of guy to ask to go karaoke with whether it's platonic or romantic, but still mess it up because he thinks he remembers the lyrics, but then asks you to tag in for him since he thinks you probably know the lyrics better than him.

Miles!1610

Seems like the type of guy to be so nervous after your first kiss, not like he's blushing and smiling like a dumbass, I mean shaking, making random noises, barking even, frothinf at the mouth type ash. (and maybe also threw up in his own mouth after it -)

Miles!42

Seems like the type of guy to be stoic in front of everyone, but once he's alone, he's one of the most nerdiest nerd to ever in the nerdverse, or he's just one of those people that become increasingly louder a goofy once he gets used and close to you.

Miles!42

Most people said he's like a baker and type guy or like a cook, so maybe if, like, your his really close friend or significant other he'll go out of his way to make little treats for you throughout the weeks and months. Every once in a while unless you have a really bad sweet tooth. (he also keeps in mind what you like, sweet, salty, bitter, etc.)

Pavitr!50101B

Is like the type of guy to keep random stuff on hand, like bandaids, pads, hairclips, hairties, achohol wipes, etc. Etc. Like I have no idea where he keeps them but he always is like loaded on random stuff he could also have like small snacks - KitKats, Reeces, actual chocolate bars, small bags of goldfish/Cheeze-itz, maybe sometimes fruit. (His auntie cuts it for him <3)

Pavitr!50101B

Is like the type of person to keep his phone STRAPPED, he probably has like 10293864 books filled with memories, (Polaroids, dried flowers, old snack wrappers, maybe song lyrics from your guys favorite song,) He maybe also takes like scenic pictures of his favorite thing of the day, clouds, the sun, the grass, flowers, animals, etc. He also seems like the type of guy to have little notes written in the memory books, like what shop he went to right next to picture, or place where he went that day (he has a little diary,)

Hobie!138

Seems like the type of guy to play his music really loud to catch people's attention (maybe specifically yours) He likes you complaining about the noise just so he can play it a bit louder, just if he even gets the chance to talk to because he has gotten his interest piqued by your outfit, personality, hair, (if you have any -) maybe even the way you walk. Once he seems like it's enough, he'll be happy enough to turn it down

Hobie!138

Seems like the type to give you his guitar pick, whether it's as a friend or significant other, he likes giving you them because you say that they're pretty, and he gives you so many that you can make a necklace out of them, he might even give you some other things of his like jacket, sticker, gems, trinkets, etc. He finds it as his love language (gift giving -)

Gwen!65

Seems like the type of person to show you how to play the drums as a way of love or trust, whether it's a friend or a significant other. They seem like they would also play them out of emotional outbursts (like seen in the beginning of the movie). Might also give you her drumsticks if they are on the on the literal verge of breaking. ( it doesn't matter to them if you fix them or just keep them just like that)

Gwen!65

Seems like the type of person to show you all of their secret hiding spots when them and their dad into agruments and feels like hiding away, or when they just genuinely get overwhelmed from everyone trying to murder the infamous spiderwoman, they like having you around as a way of comfort, (yk since after Peter got absolutely demolished -)

All original writing rights go to Indigosmug. Do not share onto other apps without permission or credits.

Please suggest more things that I could either write or tell me if I should write posts more like this.

[joelmillersdumbslut]

I took your matches before fire could catch me

(joel miller x f!reader) 18+ part one

summary: Who knew meeting Joel Miller on a dating app would turn into the world's worst first date? (no outbreak. no use of y/n) rating: 18+ explicit (minors do NOT interact) warnings (for this chapter): age gap (reader is in late 20's, joel is mid 50's), dirty talk, pet names, fingering, dubious consent, p in v sex, unprotected sex, daddy kink, drinking, hand kink, referenced cheating, degradation, angst, orgasm delay/denial. word count: 2.4k a/n: this is my first ever fic, please be gentle :')) a03 link

Another Friday night with a bottle of wine and shitty reality tv to keep you company. It suddenly hits you. Pangs of loneliness. You’re nearly 28 years old and you’re destined for the single life. Relationships never seem to last with you, or at least make it past the honeymoon phase. You take a sip straight from the bottle as you curse the boys who pretend to be men. The ones who’ve fucked you over, the ones who “aren’t ready for a relationship” after declaring their love for you and fucking you for six months, but will change their status and post a picture on Facebook with their arms wrapped around a new woman days after your breakup. When will it be your turn?

You’re soon drunk enough to make questionable decisions. You download that new dating app your friends keep gushing about. Lily. You tap on your phone screen, a picture of a flower loading up with the catchphrase “Are you ready for your love to bloom?” You groan at that alone, tempted to turn right around and delete the app already. But, something inside you tugs at you to give it a try anyway. You upload pictures, some selfies, some with friends, some candids at the beach, at a concert, at the park. Your bio is hard to come up with though. How can you use 400 characters to describe yourself to a stranger? You settle with including your name, a generic title of your occupation, some of your hobbies, and ending it with an open invitation for drinks. There. Easy enough, right?

Now, it’s time to swipe. Apparently when you like someone’s profile, you send them a virtual flower. A lily, to be exact. In order to message someone, they have to send you a lily back. You start to wonder if this app can get any cornier when your first profile appears in the queue. He’s an older man. 56 to be exact. You don’t remember setting an age limit, but you’re intrigued by his handsome appearance. His dark hair appears to be graying, his brown eyes sinking into you from beyond the screen. You swipe through his profile. He has nothing written so you have to guess his personality and hobbies from the pictures alone. There’s a picture of him with a teenage girl. Maybe his daughter? Another one of him playing guitar. Maybe he likes music. Maybe he’s a rockstar. He looks rugged enough to be one. A picture of him sitting at a table in red flannel with a beer in hand, a small smile emerging from behind his facial hair. He’s… hot. And too old for you. Fuck it. You send him a lily. Then you throw your phone down and pace all night wondering if he’ll send you one back.

In the morning, you're matched with Joel.

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You ask Joel out for drinks. Immediately within your first message. All the dating advice given to you by the Internet says not to wait. Get to know someone as fast as possible for best results. No time to get attached if it doesn’t work out. You’re not much of a texter anyway, so you ask him if he wants to grab some beers at your favorite dive bar. You hate beer. You hate dive bars. But, you’d be willing to drink a thousand pale ales if it meant you got to share this attractive man’s air supply.

Joel simply says, “Yes.”

—

You realize you stand out at the bar. And not in a good way. You wanted to wear something to reflect your personality. So, you picked out a baby pink bodycon dress that stops at the middle of your thighs. You paired it with your favorite white ankle strap heels. Perfect for a night club. Not for meeting a middle aged dad at a dive bar. You decided you’d worry about that later.

You’re early. Like always. You belly up to the bar, unsure of what to order. You assume they don’t have your favorite brand of white wine, so you ask for your dad’s go-to. Whiskey on the rocks. It’s bitter, and you begin to gag as a man comes up behind you, resting his hand on the small of your back. The smell of sandalwood and dirt pierces your nostrils. You turn to see Joel. He’s wearing jeans and that red flannel from his picture.

“I like women who can hold their liquor,” he states, looking you up and down.

“Well, that’s not me,” you wince, eager to change the subject. “You must be Joel?”

You choose to go for a hug, he holds out his hand instead. The two of you stare at each other, reaching a stalemate, the jukebox in this shitty ass bar blasting a country song you hate. You shake his hand. Noticing his fingers are rough, calloused, and thick. Probably from the guitar playing. Maybe he really is a rockstar.

You sit down on the bar stool, crossing your legs as best as you can. It’s probably not wise to flash a man on the first date. Joel requests a beer from the bartender, and the two of you look anywhere but each other. You start to ask questions.

“So. You play guitar?”

“Yeah.”

“What music do you play?”

“All kinds.”

“Okay. What’s your favorite song to play?”

“Don’t know.”

You pound back your whiskey, slam the glass on the counter, and motion the bartender for another.

“Is that your daughter in your picture?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s her name?”

“Sarah.”

“Oh, that’s nice. How old is she?”

“Sixteen.”

“Cool. You a single dad then?”

“Yeah.”

You squint at him. This is worse than pulling teeth without Novocain. You decide to launch the ball into his court.

“So. Is there anything you wanna know about me?”

“Yeah, actually. Ain’t you the one who fucked Tommy? While he was still married?”

Your skin ignited. The wind completely knocked out of you. How does he know about… that? How does he know about the guy you slept with one time in college? And even worse, does he know how much you enjoyed the affair, even though you ruined that guy’s marriage and, ostensibly, the rest of his life?

“I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about,” you muse, trying to keep your cool.

Joel slams the beer bottle on the counter, its contents flying out the neck and hitting your dress. You stand up, wobbly deer in headlights.

“How do you know?” is all you can whisper.

“Because he’s my brother.”

Tears began welling up in your eyes, your hands shaking. “I was 21, I didn’t know any better.”

“Whatever.” Joel says, turning away from you.

You grab your purse and sprint to the bathroom. Congratulations, you’ve just set a new record for the world's worst first date.

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You stare in the mirror. Tears streaming down your face. Your makeup is ruined. You’ve accepted that. You’re so angry that this old memory is bubbling up to the surface. The one you’ve tried so hard to push down for the past six years. You met Tommy at a bar while out with your college friends. You noticed the wedding ring, the framed photos on the walls of his living room, but you fucked him anyways. And you left your underwear behind for his wife to find. You enjoyed every moment of it. You even got off to the memories of that one night stand for months after the fact. You’re a goddamn monster. You’ve accepted that.

But, what you can’t accept is that Joel just ruined your favorite dress.

You take a deep breath between sobs, scrounging through your purse for a Xanax. The bathroom door is kicked open, and you turn to yell at the intruder to get out.

But, it’s Joel.

You stare at him with a blank expression while he locks the door behind him. Something you were too distressed to do.

“What are you doing?” you whisper. “Haven’t you had enough from humiliating me in public?”

“No,” he exhales.

Joel quickly shoves you up against the wall. Your purse and its belongings clatter against the dirty floor. You gulp as his left arm leans against the wall, the other reaching up to caress your cheek.

“What was it like?” he asks.

“What was... what like?” you counter.

“Don’t get smart with me.”

You feel like you should be scared. But, you’re not. If anything, you’re super turned on right now while the brother of the man you had an affair with all those years ago begins to fondle you in the bathroom of a dive bar.

Joel’s right hand grabs your breast, he toys with it while staring into your eyes. You can’t help but moan and he pinches harder.

“Answer me,” he growls.

“It was… It was stupid. I was a dumb college girl and what I did was wrong.”

“Then, why’d you do it?”

You swallow. His hand moves down, brushing against your stomach, heading towards the hem of your dress.

“Is this how you treat every girl on the first date? Corner her and interrogate her li-li-like a creep?” you try to sound venomous, but your words are shaky. He notices.

“You can leave any time you want, babygirl.”

The word “babygirl” causes a sensation to ripple through your core. You feel a wetness spreading between your thighs. What the fuck is wrong with you?

You finally answer, “I just wanted his attention. I’ve always liked… Older men.”

Joel pauses, his hand hovering over your thighs. He meets your gaze again.

“Do you now?”

Then he pounces. Before you can even comprehend what’s happening, his fingers are inside your underwear, rubbing your clit. Your head hangs forward as you moan against his touch.

“That what you sounded like when Tommy touched you?”

“N-no,” you sputter, your hips bucking up involuntarily.

“I wanna hear what you sounded like.”

Joel spins you around so you’re facing the wall now, his fingers still groping your pussy. He hikes up your dress and pulls your underwear to the side.

“Wh-why do you wanna hear? You a pervert?” you shoot back at him, but your body betrays you and a gush of wetness secretes from between your thighs.

“You’re a naughty fuckin’ girl, you know that?” Joel mutters in your ear. You hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, something prodding against your back. Something big.

“Someone needs to teach you a lesson,” he adds, his fingers now tracing your entrance.

“For what? Fucking your brother? Sounds like someone’s jealous,” you spit. “Like you can still get it up anyway.”

And with that, Joel’s fingers pound into you, a whine fleeing your throat. It hurts at first, but the enjoyment you’re experiencing is quickly overpowering. You shudder at the way his fingers glide in and out of you at a rapid pace.

“Too quiet,” Joel grumbles, biting at your neck. “I wanna hear what you sounded like.”

“You wanna hear me? I’ll make sure everybody in the fucking bar hears me,” you hiss back at him and begin to wail with pleasure.

You quickly feel a pressure growing inside your lower belly. You feel startled, your hands grasping against the wall for anything to hold onto.

“Did Tommy make you cum like this?” Joel whispers in your ear.

You shake your head violently. How does this man know you’re so close already?

“Wanna hear you, babygirl.”

Fuck. There it is again.

You moan Joel’s name as loud as you physically can while your body tenses up and you ultimately surrender to its release. You glance in the mirror on the other side of the room. Watching yourself get finger fucked by this strange old man in a bar bathroom sends you over the edge. What kind of person have you turned into?

Before you can even catch your breath, you feel the tip of his cock plunging into you. You let out a yelp, and you feel Joel’s hand on top of yours. He’s still covered in your cum, and his fingers interlace with yours.

“If you can fuck Tommy, you can take daddy’s cock.”

Your eyes are nearly bulging out of your fucking skull. You try to distract yourself from how turned on you are, how your pussy is already throbbing for more. Especially at the mere mention of Joel calling himself, “daddy.”

“Daddy, huh? You really are a pervert,” you cough as Joel pushes into you.

“You need to be punished,” is all he says. You feel his cock sitting inside you, but Joel doesn’t move. You start whining, rocking your hips back and forth in an attempt to get friction, something, anything. Joel’s hands are immediately on your hips, forcing you to sit still.

“You ruined my favorite dress, the least you can do is make me cum,” you snap at him, squirming in place.

“And you ruined my brother’s life, the least you can do is take your punishment like a good girl.”

This was the most you’d heard him speak all evening. Was he really this hung up on something that happened years ago? And not even directly to him?

Before you can unleash another quip, a heavy groan escapes Joel as he begins to pump relentlessly. Guess he had enough of trying to punish you too.

“You’re a brat, you know that?” he snarls, his fingers digging into your hips again, bruises already forming underneath your soft skin.

“I always get what I want,” you murmur, feeling the pressure building inside you again. Your body starts clenching down on his, you begin to pant against the wall. You’re so fucking close.

“Don’t think so, babygirl,” Joel grunts, quickly pulling out.

Instinctively, you whine, and are about to call him a two pump chump when you realize he’s cumming all over your back. His sticky essence dripping down your skin. Your pussy throbs, dissatisfied with the neglect he gave you. Turning around, you see his pants already buckled again and he’s taking off his flannel, tossing it at you. Before you can process what is happening, you glance in the mirror realizing there are now not only beer stains, but also cum stains all over your favorite dress. You catch the shirt in your hands and stand there, mouth agape, as Joel leaves the restroom in a huff.

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[niki-phoria]

Hello, first of, I just wanna say your writing and stories has help me like literally 😭 so thank you so much!!!🤍🤍🤍

I was wondering if you could do Jake and Jay from Enphyen x male reader. Since valentines is tomorrow, maybe Jake and jay is trying to impress and try to get the male readers' attention. Jake and jay fights for Male reader to be their Valentine. For example maybe Jake and Jay trying to impress male reader with their muscles🥲. Ending could be fluff with male reader going out with both of them. Again if you don't wanna write this you don't have to lol. Have a great wonderful day!!!!!!!🤍🤍🤍🫧🫧

they look SO GOOD omg mullet jake >> and jay's earrings sknlknsl

pairing: non idol!jay x non idol!jake x male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 1.2k

includes: poly relationship (at the very end end), high school au, probably poor descriptions of high school, blushy jake, blushy jay, i love blushy boys lmao

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i made this a high school au bc i had a lot of inspiration for the idea i hope that's okay lol this is being posted after valentines day so i just made it into a normal confession fic. it means so much that you like my writing <33 i really liked this idea, i hope you like it :))

additional notes: it physically pains me that so many idols love justin beiber for some reason what does that man have that i do not /j i was looking for any solo covers from jay but all i could find was a duet with heeseung for off my face so that's what he sings here and the boquet is based on this pic

requests open !! read my rules first

you’re met with the overwhelming smell of flowers as soon as you open your locker. you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face at the sight before you. a bouquet of purple dahlias sits delicately placed between your textbooks. 

“i take it you like them?” jake asks, leaning against the locker next to yours. you smile, taking them out and holding them against your chest. 

“i love them,” you smile, pulling him into a quick hug. “thank you!” 

a light flush spreads across jake’s face when you pull away. “i’m glad,” he murmurs. he absentmindedly plays with the strap of his backpack. “hey, i was wondering-” 

his question is cut off by the shrill noise of the school bell, officially announcing the start of the school day. slowly, the student body begins dispersing through the hallways, entering various different classrooms. “shit, i have a test in second period,” you curse to yourself. “oh, what were you gonna ask?” 

“it’s nothing important.” jake’s blush gets a little darker as he waves you off. “i’ll walk you to class?” 

“sure.” you set the flowers back as you close your locker, eagerly returning to jake’s side. his hand brushes against yours before he slowly reaches over, taking your hand into his. 

you dramatically sigh, throwing your head back in frustration. jay stifles a chuckle as he watches you roll onto the floor, laying on the carpet. “math sucks,” you whine. “i hate it here.” 

“what are you working on?” 

“trigonometry.” you nearly hiss the word. 

“come on, it can’t be that bad.” you lift your head to glare at him through your fringe before dramatically laying back down. 

“i am but a poor teenage boy. i can’t be expected to memorize the unit circle!” 

jay laughs, setting his notes aside and kneeling down next to you. “alright, why don’t we take a break?” you sit up as he walks over to the other side of his room, grabbing his guitar from it’s resting place against the wall. 

“ooh, gonna play me a song, pretty boy?” the nickname makes a dark flush spread across his face as he sits across from you. 

“i wont be able to if you keep flustering me like this,” he whispers. you chuckle. jay sets the guitar across his thigh, positioning his fingers along the neck. “i’m a little nervous, i haven’t played in front of anyone before.” 

“well, i’m honored to have the privilege of being the first.” he nervously repositions his fingers on the chords, staring down at his hands. “hey,” you reach over to grab his hand, making him look at you. “you’ll do great. i’m sure of it.” 

jay smiles, nodding. “thanks.” he takes a breath before he begins, slowly strumming the strings. “‘cause i’m off my face, in love with you / i’m out of my head, so into you / and i don’t know how you do it / but i’m forever ruined by you.” 

jay lets the final chords ring out. you sit in a comfortable silence for a few moments. “you’re incredible.” a flustered smile makes it’s way across his face, blush deepening a little. 

“thank you.” he whispers. an odd tension hangs in the air when he looks up at you. you stare into his eyes, deep brown pulling you in. their darkness is alluring. in the next minute you sit staring at him in silence, taking in every part of him, you decide you’d like to get lost in them forever. 

you sigh, setting your belongings onto the library table. jake stifles a laugh as he watches you. “you know we’re gonna have to pick all of this up later, right?” 

you playfully glare at him, ignoring him as you set your bag down on the floor. across from you jay smiles. “you know y/n. he can’t study if he doesn’t have a highlighter in every color in case he needs to take notes.” 

“at least i’m prepared,” you retort, opening your computer. “what are we working on anyways?” 

“chemistry lab.” 

“don’t you actually need to take notes though?” your eyes widen as you look over at jake. 

“notes? did i miss something?” 

his eyebrows furrow as he looks at you. “for history. about the korean war?” 

jay chuckles. “did you forget?” 

“i think so.” you close your laptop, sliding your chair back to stand up. “can you watch my stuff? i need to get my textbook.” 

“go ahead.” 

“thanks.” 

jay waits for you to leave the library before leaning in a little closer to jake, voice dropping to a whisper. “are you two going out?” 

“what?” jake cocks his head at him. “no, why would you think that.” 

“i heard about the flowers.” 

“oh, that’s just a little joke we do every year.” jay nods. “why do you ask?” 

“i was planning on asking him out.” jake nearly freezes as he stares at his friend. this time it’s jay who’s confused at his reaction. “what is it?” 

“i, um…” jake glances over his shoulder before dropping his voice even lower. “i like him too.” 

“i thought you did.” jay has to stop himself from laughing at jake’s shocked expression. “come on, you’re not exactly… subtle.” 

“oh, and you are?” 

“listen, i don’t want this to affect our relationship, but i also don’t want to miss out on a chance with y/n.” 

“so, what are you thinking?” 

“i’m thinking we both ask him out and let him choose.” 

“choose?” jay shrugs. 

“i mean, unless you have a better idea.” 

“no, no. when were you planning on asking him?” 

“sometime tomorrow. probably at a cafe.” 

jake nods. “that works for me.” 

the cafe is nearly empty when you enter. you spot jake and jay immediately, both sitting together at a table. jay waves you over, smiling when you sit down. “sorry i’m late, i wasn’t expecting the rain.” 

“don’t be.” jake shakes his head. he slides a cup across to you. “we got you an americano.” 

“oh, thank you.” the cup is warm against your hand. you take your jacket off, setting it on the chair beside you. jay and jake share a glance together. you cock your head at them in confusion. “what are you planning?” 

“we’ve been talking, and we wanted to ask…” jake begins. 

“we both like you.” jay finishes. you raise an eyebrow at them. 

“and you want me to choose?” 

“that’s… kinda what we were planning, yeah.” 

you have to stop yourself from laughing in disbelief. “i’ve also been thinking and i like you too. both of you.” 

“so, you mean…” 

“listen, i really like you guys. and i’m willing to try this if you are.” 

jake is the first to react, reaching out to take your hand. “i really like you. i want to try.” 

you look over at jay. he contemplates for a second before nodding. “as long as we take it slow.” 

“we don’t have to do anything until all of us are comfortable.” jake squeezes your hand. 

“does this mean i can call you mine?” jay smiles. 

“i’ll be yours as long as you’ll have me.” 

[samhelleborewrites]

A ritual to remember!

Taking a deep breath, the VIP pass around their neck, standing a the front, a small nervous smile was on their face. First time going to the ritual and on top of that winning a VIP pass, their stomach feels like it wants to rip their body apart. Trying to calm themselves down, they were let in first with some other VIP people so they could stand at the front. Big bonus for them as they weren't on the taller side, taking another deep breath, they weren't standing in the middle more of to the side as they always have loved the way the ghouls play their instruments, nothing against papa, they just don't want to hold his hand. They were way too shy for that. As the rest of the people started to come in the security kept a close eye on the one that had the VIP badges, and stopped anyone who tried to push them back.

A big grin appeared on their face as Ghost came onto the stage, yelling out to them, they bounced on their feet. The excitement finally spilling over and small tears spring to their eyes, a laugh bubbling from their throat. The first notes hitting their ears, they danced to their heart's content, many would say why wouldn't they record everything? Because they lived the moment, laughing if Dew did something funny, becoming bashful if Swiss leaned back in front of them. When Cirrus kneeled close to them a happy laugh left their mouth, slightly leaning over the fence, Cirrus noticed them, the big grin was addicting to look at. Leaning over to them, they took a deep breath, pulling a black rose from their little coffin-shaped bag, holding it out to her. Her grin dropped to a shy little smile, Cirrus grinned her solo ending as she happily took the flower from the person holding it out to her.

"Thank you, darling!" "Always a pleasure, Cirrus!"

Holding the rose close to her, she skipped back to her place, the other ghoul's eye trailing behind her, the rose being noticed in her hands. As the show went on, Sunshine happily skipped over to the person, Tambourine in hand, taking a seat at the edge, looking at them. A laugh leaving them, they pulled out another rose, leaning to her. Sunshine grinned, hopping down, rushing over to them, leaning down to show them they could put it in her breast pocket. With slightly trembling hands, they put it in, Sunshine taking hold of their hand. A deep blush set on their face, that quickly turned even redder as Sunshine kissed the back of their hand. She let go, waving, off she goes back onto the stage, they themself looking down at their hand. Quickly shaking their head, they laughed quickly letting themself down back into the music.

Knowing Rain was shy, they called out his name after making up their mind, they wouldn't even remember them after this night. As he looks down, he softly smile, their doe-like eyes were looking up at him with such happiness. He reached down, onto one of his knees, taking the rose from the smaller human, smelling it, tucking it onto the guitar strap, giving them a nod he continued playing. Letting his eyes fall on the small human, seeing them having a blast, headbanging, just fully enjoying themselves. He has seen a lot of faces, but theirs stuck out, the happiness on their face felt contagious, and he happily lingered at that side of the stage just to keep an eye on them. Someone behind them didn't seem to be all too happy to have them steal their attention.

Cumulus softly whispered to her sisters, asking who the one was that gave them their rose. Sunshine beamed at the question, telling about this cute person all the way at the front, all dressed up and looking super good. They were really free looking, enjoying the ritual to the max, telling her she should see their smile. So when Sodo and Aether had their guitar solo, she moved around, eyes trailing over the waves of fans, who she happily waved at. When she saw them, their eyes seem to almost sparkle in the light, they seem to snap out of their stare, scrambling to pull out a rose from their ever-so-cute bag. Holding it out to the ghoullet, who happily grabbed it from them, lifting it to her nose, taking a smell. They smelled so fresh but with a hint of, if she would guess, the stranger in front of them.

"You are doing absolutely amazing, Cumulus!!" Slightly taken back before she springs back in, bowing her head, a playful smile peaking right under her mask. "Oh, how you spoil me, little human!"

Seeing them turn red, she skipped back to her sisters, who were looking at her with happy eyes. Telling them how cute they were and how they turned red as soon as she talked back to them. When Mountain slightly injected asking them what was happening, the 3 women laughed, filling him in. Telling them he thought it was very cute of the person but to keep their head in the ritual, the 3 of them just waved him off.

Aether and Sodo walked over to their side of the stage, messing around with each other, guitar picks were thrown, middle fingers were as well but they laughed it off. But to be fair they were defiantly looking for the mysterious rose giver, when Aether hit Sodo on the shoulder, his eyes already found the person. When he stared down at the person, slightly tilting his head, they ducked their head down. Seeing them fidged with the roses, Sodo stomped his feet, making them look up at the two ghouls, eyes wide. Quickly holding out the roses, Sodo took the roses from them, a small low growl leaving his chest. Handing Aether his, Sodo put his between the tub and his mask, and Aether himself put it in his breast pocket, happily continuing the show.

As the ritual slowed down, the break coming up, people began to pile out to get something to drink, but they stayed pulling out a small bottle of water and downing it quickly. They knew they could just leave as they would be put at the front with their VIP badge, unknown to them eyes were watching them. The glimp of the Vip badge made her grin, her sister right behind them.

"They are so cute! It is so sweet of them to bring roses!" Sunshine called out but Cumulus hushed her as she saw the little human pull out their phone, pointing it at the stage and taking a quick photo, before turning their back to the stage, a selfie was taken. Something to remember their night by, before the show starts up again and they couldn't do that anymore. "They seem to be alone, how curious." Cirrus hummed out, Cumulus nods, eyes trailing over the person before they got called to come to the back as they would be starting up soon again. Sunshine quickly peak her head around, making eye contact with the human, making them jump in their spot. Giggling, she waved at the shocked person, recovering they laughed waving back. Before Sunshine quickly got pulled back, another laugh left their mouth, having an idea what just happened. A low growl left Cumulus mouth, holding Sunshine by the back of their collar.

"Sorry, I just really wanted to see them again!"

Cumulus just drops them back to their feet, telling them to get ready. The light turned down as they walked back onto the stage, the room full of people again. As the ritual went on, they were living every second of it, jumping, dancing, and singing along to their hearts' content. When Papa held onto a girl's hand, the crowd went wild, Swiss, now that everyone was focused on Papa, looked down at the person who was giving everyone flowers. Seeing the biggest smile on their face, sweat rolling down the side of their face, hair pushed back. As Papa let go of the girl's hand, he kneeled down in front of them. Reaching a hand out of the crowd hoping they would look at him. He was lucky, they turned to him, their smile dropping, a shy smile replacing it, but he saw them hold the rose. So as the crowd touched his hand, they waited for a little bit, soaking in the moment before placing the rose in his hand, trailing her fingers over the palm of his hand. A small shiver ran up his spine, this tail tightened around his own leg, before he pushed himself up and continued the show.

As the end draws closer, they felt like they could just lay on the floor and die. Never in their life had they used so much of their energy, also their throat ached but that is to no one's surprise.

"Ah a small message to the little ones that got the VIP badge, don't forget to come to say hello after the show~ I might even give you something extra~!"

Rolling their eyes with a smile on their face, as the crowd went wild, still having 2 roses left, they tried to look around for Papa to get close to give it to him. And they did, Papa noticed them holding out the rose, so asking the security to let them move closer to the stage. So with the help of two big men, they got pulled over the fence, they were more than surprised, as papa took a seat at the edge of the stage. They walked over to him when the lyrics began to creep up on what they meant again.

"Just wanna be Wanna bewitch you in the moonlight Just wanna be I wanna bewitch you all night."

Holding out his hand, they stepped closer, placing the rose onto his palm, slightly bowing to him. A grin sprang to his face, pulling them close.

"It keeps on giving me chills But I know now I feel the closer we get To the last bow"

Standing on their tippy toes, they grin back up at him, and with a boost of courage, they kissed his hand. Slipping out of his hold, they quickly rushed back to the crowd who went absolutely wild. People helping them back over the fence, Papa was still singing but the surprise was seen on his face. And so 2 songs later the ritual came to an end, the members all standing next to each other.

"Mountain!"

Looking over to the person, they grinned and threw the rose up to him, luckily for them he caught it, giving them a nod of a thank you. the room became more and more empty, the person themselves were left alone in the big room. Taking some quick last pictures and a small video of them placing their phone on the ground the camera turn to the stage as they pose in front of it, telling the camera it was a night to remember. The security guys quickly posed in the background, making them laugh, thanking them as they walked out of the room. Remembering they were allowed to go see the band in person, they quickly make their way over.

Taking in a deep breath, they were let in the room as the last person came out with a big grin, wishing them to have fun. Stepping in, rubbing together their sweaty hands, taking another deep breath, they saw all the members.

"There is the black rose!"

Cirrus called out rushing over to them, she already saw how nervous they were. The other ghouls quickly to join their side, all taking their turns to thank them personally for the rose, until Papa took hold of their hand. Looking up at him, the soft blush on their face but the bright smile made him happy to see they were enjoying themself.

Of course, it was a ritual to remember, not only for themselves but for the band as well.

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Sorry for any grammar mistakes, I do still hope you enjoy reading this. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the Ghost lore so if any of the ghouls feel a bit ooc let me know. I really want to know more about their past but I just don't really know where to look. anyway, thank you so much for reading!!

[sophietv]

The Ultimate LSK Thread Of Koincidences (2021) Part 1

Here's part one of all the Koincidences that happened in 2021.

Those are all the Kaylor evidences I could find for that year. If I've forgot some, don't hesitate to tell me so I can add them!

If you haven't read the posts for the other years, I highly suggest you do before reading this one:

Fall 2019 (X)

2020 Part 1 (X)

2020 Part 2 (X)

As always, I'll include link to more informations on certain piece of Kaylor Lore as we go, so some Koincidences are easier to understand. When there's a (X) beside something, it's to give you more context and help you understand better.

Here's the link to the incredible Masterposts that helped me do this one: (X) (X)

Before starting 2021, let's just go back in 2020 for a second! I was at the picture limit on my 2020 Part 2 post and I think it's really important to add this one.

Decembre 2020:

Decembre 11th 2020:

Karlie post a video on Klossy about her 2021 Vision Board (X)

In this video, she has the book Untammed by Glennon Doyle on her Vision Board.

Untammed is Glennon's memoir where she talks about falling in love with a woman and overcoming comphet.

Decembre 14th 2020:

Taylor comments on a Twitter posts from Glennon's wife.

Saying how her book has been a huge help for her that year.

January 2021:

January 9th:

Right Where You Left Me and It's Time To Go are out in the Deluxe Version.

Most Gaylors believe that they are broken up. And Most Swifties believe that Karlie in fact betrayed Taylor.

January 10th:

Taylor posts about Olivia Rodrigo saying: That's my baby and I'm proud!

January 26th:

Taylor releases the "Dad hat"

It's the first time ever that she includes this in her collection.

(coincidently, she added a "dad hat" in her merch collection ealy in July this year...)

February 2021:

February 18th:

Taylor does a post saying: Cancel the DNA test.

February 21st:

Taylor releases Love Story as the first single of Fearless (Taylor's Version) AKA Karlie's favourite song.

Remember how Karlie used the same yellow heart back in 2020?

March 2021:

March 14th:

Grammy's.

Taylor does last minute arrangements on her dress.

Adding a sunflower and a little daisy. (There's a making off video of her dress and those two flowers are not on the original).

Here's a post about it: (X)

Levi's birth is announced while Taylor is performing that night (It's dated back only later to March 11th) :

People pick up on the Koincidences immediatly. Even the GP finds it odd:

On the pictures Taylor took that night, posted on Jack's Instagram. She is seen doing an 3 and a 11 (Levi was born on March 11th):

It was her third album of the year and her 11th Grammy....still odd...

Taylor wears a Daisy Guitar strap while performing that night:

She also performs for the first time with the Folklore's Cabin...wich is weirdly similar to the Castro Cabin in Big Sur (Where she and Karlie stayed): (X)

And at the moment she receives her award.

Aaron does a speech and thanks his wife and kids. Taylor becomes really emotional all of sudden when he mentions his kids.

You can see Jack trying to comfort her:

Starts at 1:50

April 2021:

April 2nd:

Taylor releases the Fearless Vaults:

As you can see in the picture. The 13th word to goes out of the vault is Baby.

The door handle is also really visibly a K :

And let's not forget the most important thing: The Swift-Kloss family crest is present on the vault. (X)

April 8th:

Taylor does a post mentionning her: two kids.

April 16th:

Taylor does an interview for Fearless (Taylor's Version) and explains how the meaning of the song That's When changed for her over the years.

Starts 11:22

April 23rd:

Taylor does for the first time ever a merch drop for Mother's Day.

May 2021:

May 20th:

Karlie does a photodumb of during her pregrancy and after.

She wears the same Levi's overalls that Taylor will wear not long after. Just in a different color.

And also. Eye theory: (X)

May 26th:

Karlie post a picture of her. And you can clearly see in the background a Santal 26 candel AKA Taylor's favourite that she has all over her house (it's been mentionned several times in secret sessions).

Ok!

I've reached the photo limit so I'll continue in another post!

I'll link it here when it done!

Here is part 2! (X)

[toomuchracket]

the idea of baba holding her new guitar in the tube station (it looks so big compared to her lil body but she won’t let matty carry it bc she’s too excited) next to her dad is absolutely sending me

oh bless her, she would be like that!! the guitar came with one of the fabric cases that has little shoulder straps on it, so she's got it on her back while she stands and holds matty's hand as they wait for the train. and he's like "are you sure you don't want me to carry your guitar, munchkin? it's not hurting you at all?", and baba shakes her head enthusiastically like "no, i want to carry it, dad. 'sides, you're already carrying a bag (matty also had some little bits to get in the guitar shop, including a little exercise guitar lesson book thing for baba, and they got you some flowers too), and you and mum always say that i have to hold your hand here cos it's busy. and if you carry my guitar then i can't!" - matty kinda coos "exactly, sweetheart, my smart girl. but if it gets heavy or sore at all, you need to tell me, ok?", and baba nods sensibly and smiles when matty kisses her little curly head. on the tube itself, she sits in the seat closest to the door and wraps her arm around both the support pole and her guitar, which she has resting on the floor between her little dangling legs (she is so teeny tiny for seven, btw. but she'll batter you if you mention it. matty's kid fr); she scowls at everyone who goes remotely near it - aka everyone, on their way on and off the tube lol - and matty spends the whole journey in the seat beside her trying so hard not to laugh at this. but he finds it so endearing, his adorable little girl just so excited about her new guitar <3

[polteergeistt]

um yk i just think the eppy boys keep chopsticks at the table for ii to drum away his heart on the dinner table

-monstrr 🪼

And they put all the glasses and pans and stuff near him so he can have different types of drums. Sometimes he casually comes up with a sick beat and just. Runs to his room to record it with his drumkit. And forgets to finish his meal so it gets cold.

The others keep it in the oven where it won't cool down too fast or they just heat it. Or they strap him to his chair keep him at the dinner table so he can finish eating and then he goes to record. In that case, he eats very fast, sometimes burns himself or gets tummy aches.

However I feel like it can be a bit irritating sometimes or II is perhaps too nervous and they don't want him to break a glass so they hide the chopsticks from him. In that case, he understands and quietly taps his thighs or the edge of the table with his fingers. That doesn't happen a lot, but when it does, II knows not to look for the chopsticks.

But. Drumming on random household items with chopsticks is actually very fun. So one day, the eepies find II in front of a table with random shit like different glasses with different amounts of liquid inside, trash, pots and pans, tools, a flower pot, bottles and jars,... And he can play a few of their songs with all those things.

III and IV already went to get their own instruments to play along. It's probably how they managed to put some songs together. Like imagine if your favourite of their songs was made from litteral scrap ? It helps with creative block and it's amusing in general. So they just end up in the living room, jamming on acoustic guitar chords, bass riffs and the rhythm of a made up drum kit. Vessel just stands there like 🧍‍♂️then decides to do some vocal runs and stuff. He can't just come up with lyrics but he can find an interesting melody to work with.

So yeah, the eepies definitely keep chopsticks laying around for II. And III decorates them.

[coffeeghoulie]

Kinktober Day #30: Tender Sex

The Ghostober prompts were put together by @kroas-adtam, and divider made by @gothdaddyissues, thank you both so much!

Pairing: Aether/Dew

Dew comes home from tour to find Aether waiting for him.

Trans Dew, dick, cock, folds and cunt used to describe his anatomy, really tender sex, just like, so mushy, a little bit of hurt/comfort if you squint, mention of mating bites

Read under the cut or on AO3!

"Hi."

"Hey."

They stand in the front entrance of the Abbey, frozen to the spot. Dew's holding luggage, barely in the door, duffle bag the size of his body over one shoulder, guitar case over his back. Aether's ten feet away, so close yet so far.

"Welcome home," Aether says, holding a bouquet of red and orange lilies. It takes a moment, but Dew recognizes them. They're fire lilies. His stomach does a funny flip at the sight of his mate as he sets the flowers down on a side table. He feels his face heat, a blush growing on the tops of his cheeks as Aether opens his arms slightly.

Dew swallows hard, fingers twitching around the strap of his guitar case. He shuts his eyes, takes a deep breath, and lets the duffle bag hit the ground. He runs the ten feet, crashing into Aether with enough force to shove him back a few steps, knock the breath from the quintessence ghoul's lungs.

Aether's quick to wrap his arms around the little fire ghoul, careful of his guitar. One hand threads into the hair at the base of his skull, grabbing the blonde strands and pushing Dew's face into his skin. "Hey, hey, baby, I've got you, you're home."

"You're okay, you're safe, shit," Dew breathes, half muffled into the crook of Aether's neck. "Shit, Aeth, I really fucking missed you."

Aether worms a hand underneath the guitar case, relearning the knobs of Dew's spine through his shirt. "I missed you too, baby boy."

Dew pulls back, just a little, eyes darting over Aether's face. He takes in the bruised circles under Aether's eyes, the same color as his violet irises. His stubble is a little scraggly, and he's due for a haircut. "Baby, you look tired," Dew whispers, tracing a finger along the crooked line of Aether's nose.

Aether chuckles a little, pushing a loose strand of hair out of Dew's face. "Rude," he teases, even as his shoulders slump a bit, voice taking a more serious tone. "It's been hard to sleep without you."

"I know, Aeth, Father below, I know." Dew swallows past the lump in his throat, pulling Aether down into a long, hungry kiss. Aether returns it, just as hungry, hand tightening slightly in Dew's hair as his eyes slide shut, like if he lets Dew pull away, when he opens his eyes, he'll be gone.

"Take me to our bed," Dew whispers into the kiss, fingers clenched in handfuls of Aether's shirt. Aether keens, licking into Dew's mouth for just a moment before reluctantly breaking away.

"Get your bag, darling," Aether says, reaching over and grabbing the fire lilies. Dew hesitantly extracts himself from Aether's arms, heaving the duffle bag back over his shoulder. Aether reaches out with the hand not holding the flowers, and Dew eagerly takes it.

They run down the halls hand in hand, laughing like schoolboys, ducking into the ghoul dorms. It's muscle memory back to their room, and Aether opens the door, gesturing in for Dew to enter.

Dew steps in as Aether shuts the door behind them, flicking the lock as he kicks off his shoes. His hands shake as he sets down his duffle bag and guitar case, unpacking be damned for later. Aether sets the lilies in a vase, like he had planned for this.

"You're a fucking sap, you know that right?" Dew says, eyes brighter than they've been in weeks.

Aether cracks a fond smile, already unbuttoning his shirt. "Oh, I know, darling. But can you blame me?"

Dew scoffs, but he's smiling too, frantically untying his boots. "Nah, I can't."

They both strip down, laughing as Aether play shoves Dew into their nest, Dew sprawling out over the blankets, hair haloing his head. Aether crawls up Dew's body, gazing down at his mate, back home where he belonged, in their bed, in their nest, and bends down to kiss him long and deep and slow.

When they eventually part for air, Dew pants, eyes misty. "I love you, Aeth," he says, the words catching in his throat.

Aether freezes. Dew doesn't outright say those words, at least not without prompting. He will always repeat it if Aether says it first, but prefers actions to the outright. "Baby boy," Aether says reverently, reaching up to cup Dew's cheek in one big hand.

"Shut it," Dew hisses, but there's no real heat. "I haven't been in our bed in months, please fuck me, Aeth."

Aether ducks down to kiss him again. "I'm not rushing this, baby. We have time now. Nobody wants or needs anything from us."

Dew huffs, but lets Aether worry a bruise over the scarred bitemark on his throat, his calloused hands starting to trail down his body, caressing his chest, tugging gently at his piercings. Dew keens, running his fingers through Aether's mohawk, tightening his grip as he arches up off of the bed.

"Fuck, Aeth, let me, let me mark you too," he groans as Aether plays with the silver rings.

Aether glances up, a bright, mischievous spark in his eyes. "All in due time, baby."

Instead of whining, like Aether anticipates. Dew nods. "Alright, but I'm fucking tired of being patient, Aeth. Please."

The quintessence ghoul leans up, kissing Dew on the corner of his mouth, pushing his hair off of his forehead. "Please what, baby?"

Dew rolls his eyes, but there's no hiding his smile. "Come on, Aeth, take me."

Aether grins, hand sliding down to palm over Dew's mound. Dew's eyes squeeze shut and he hisses as Aether runs a calloused finger over his cock. "Shit, baby, forgot just how wet you get."

"Asshole, quit teasing," Dew whines, even as he grinds his hips into Aether's hand.

"It's been months, baby," Aether coos, continuing to rub at Dew's cock with even pressure. "I need to make sure you're ready for me." He slips a thick finger past Dew's folds, petting gently at his walls as the little ghoul under him hisses through his teeth.

"Aeth," Dew whines, head tipped back against the pillows, exposing the line of his already bruised throat. Aether can't help himself, kissing over Dew's Adam's apple, delighting as it bobs under his lips.

"I've got you, lovebug," Aether says, unable to keep himself from being too sappy. He presses another finger into Dew, scissoring them open. "Not gonna let anything happen. We're safe in our nest, we're home."

Dew nods, biting his lip as Aether starts to take him apart for the first time in a long time.

It takes a few minutes, but Aether still knows Dew, knows when his patience is wearing thin. He removes his fingers, taking himself in hand and spreading Dew's slick over himself with a groan. "You ready, darling boy?"

Dew nods, reaching up to wrap his arms around Aether's neck, pulling him down so he can worry at the crook of his neck, giving him a matching bruise over a matching scar. "Yeah, I'm ready," he mumbles into Aether's skin.

Aether reaches down blindly and lines himself up with Dew, rocking his hips slowly into his mate's. They both groan in sync, panting against each other's lips as Aether sheathes himself, giving them both a moment to adjust.

"Missed this," Dew pants, resting his forehead against Aether's, eyes squeezing shut as their horns nudge against each other. "Missed you, love."

Aether runs his hand through Dew's cornsilk hair. "I missed you too, baby. Tell me when."

Dew nods, taking another moment, clinging to Aether's broad shoulders. "Move, Aeth, please move."

"Of course," Aether says as he starts to rock his hips, moaning unashamedly as every nerve in his body lights up in pleasure at the feeling of Dew's tight, wet heat wrapped around him for the first time in a long time. He's forgotten just how good his mate feels. "You're so polite, baby. Anything you ask for."

"I love you," Dew says again, voice hitching, with pleasure or emotion, Aether can't tell. Instead of responding, Aether ducks down and kisses him like he wants to consume him, rocking gently against him the entire time.

When he pulls back, panting for air, he presses his forehead back to Dew's. "Fuck. I'm sorry, baby, I am not gonna last, you feel too good."

"I was, shit, I was gonna say the same thing," Dew chuckles, cunt clenching around Aether's cock. "Fuck, stretching me back out, fuck you feel so good."

"Glad we're in the same boat," Aether jokes, reaching down between them to rub Dew's cock between two fingers. Dew thrashes, and Aether pulls away just in time to keep from getting gored on Dew's little horn.

"Aether, I'm serious," Dew whines, claws digging into Aether's shoulders. "I'm gonna cum."

Aether nods, eyes pressing shut for just a moment. He wants to look, he wants to see, after so long of not being able to. "I'm close too, baby, you want me to pull out?"

"Aether, are you fucking kidding me?" Dew says, voice trailing into a low moan. "Absolutely not, want you inside of me."

Aether rubs at Dew a little bit harder, tight, firm circles on his dick. "Cum for me, Dewey, please, shit!" He gasps as he doubles over, dick twitching as he cums deep inside of his mate, rhythm faltering.

It takes two more circles on Dew's cock before he's following suit, back arching up off of the bed as he cums with a cry. Aether works him through it, worrying the bruise on his neck a little more.

Eventually, Aether pulls out with a hiss, nearly collapsing on the bed, careful to keep his full weight off of Dew's body. Dew turns away for a moment, trying to subtly wipe his eyes, but Aether sees.

He wraps his arms around Dew, rolling them both over so Dew's tucked up against Aether's side, head resting on his chest. Aether holds him close, shutting his eyes and wiping at his own cheek as he basks in Dew's warmth, bed finally warm enough to feel right.

"Don't cry, baby," he whispers, gazing down at his mate. "Everything's alright, we're home, I've got you."

"You're one to talk, Aeth," Dew laughs quietly, reaching up to cup Aether's cheek in his hand, smoothing his thumb over Aether's grey skin. "We should probably take a nap, now that you can sleep a little better with me here," Dew grins, and Aether scoffs. "You look like shit, Aeth."

Aether laughs, chest shaking with it. "I love you too, Dewdrop."

[ridestomars]

WHERE THE FAIRIES ALL WAIT – E. MUNSON HEADCANONS

𖥻 pairing: eddie munson x fairy!reader. 𖥻 warnings: only mentions of food and eating i guess, if you see something else pls tell me. not proofread (as always).

💭 liv's thoughts: i dedicate this one to @wrenniebaby!! the title comes from madonna's dear jessie. also, my ask is always open for thoughts about my concepts (esp this one!) <3

DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK IF YOU'RE UNDER SIXTEEN.

🧚‍♀️. Eddie's used to Hawkins' strangeness, but he couldn't deny that really weird stuff has been happening a lot lately. It could be spring, but he swears he's never seen Forest Hills' grass so green and flowery; the front door of his trailer is surrounded by mushrooms and four-leaf clovers – which seems to mean a lot to Uncle Wayne, since he's always picking them up and bringing them home for good luck.

🧚‍♀️. Not to mention the haunting sweet smell of apples that have been following him around wherever he goes. And he is the only one who's able to smell it. 

🧚‍♀️.  But there are two things that are intriguing him a lot: every day when he comes home from school, he sees a light spot floating outside of his window. Shining a bright gold and sparkling from time to time. And yet, every time he locks eyes with it, it simply vanishes. 

🧚‍♀️. There was this one time when he was staring so hard at the light spot, trying to figure out what it was that when it disappeared, he was welcomed by the confused face of Max Mayfield, his neighbor, who was looking at him like he was the most idiotic person in the world.

🧚‍♀️. But the light spot isn't the only thing that has been disappearing lately. A bunch of his own things have gone missing throughout the week. For example, on Monday, he couldn't find his D20 anywhere; Tuesday, he lost three D&D figures at once; Wednesday, his guitar pick necklace disappeared. 

🧚‍♀️. He tried to convince himself that, even though he is always extra careful with all of his D&D stuff, these things happen… right? Maybe he dropped them in one of their sessions, or in the school's hallway by accident. It's fine. 

🧚‍♀️. Eddie thought he was imagining things when he found gold glitter all over his guitar one day. A very similar color to the light spot that floats outside of his window every day. 

🧚‍♀️. It was almost a month after these events started to happen that he was finally able to catch a glimpse of you, the little creature that has been peeking inside his room for the last weeks. 

🧚‍♀️. He was absolutely shocked to see your face outside of his window (or should I say absolutely spooked).

🧚‍♀️. But he thought you were the cutest thing ever as your eyes widened, mouth completely agape, and face flushed when you realized that he had finally noticed you. And then, you went back to being that familiar light spot, twinkling before his eyes again.

🧚‍♀️. This simple encounter was enough for him to decide to try to know you, somehow.

🧚‍♀️. And so, he started to leave small things outside of his window for you to take – he figured it would be better than to have you taking his stuff without him noticing –, like small wildflowers that he reaped on his way back from school, or some nice fresh fruits he stole from one of the small markets uptown. 

🧚‍♀️. Every morning, he was happy to find that all of his gifts were gone… but were replaced by something else.

🧚‍♀️. Colorful guitar picks, rings made out of twigs or wire and crystals, old coins, and pretty handmade bouquets of red flowers were your gifts to him.

🧚‍♀️. It was like you were warming up to him, and he patiently waited for the day when you would decide to show yourself again. And now, instead of spending his days thinking about the most fantastical campaigns, he daydreamed about your next encounter; imagining every little aspect of it. 

🧚‍♀️. But when you actually showed up, he was absolutely speechless. 

🧚‍♀️. Maybe that was because you wore a small, earthy-toned slip dress, so loose that the straps kept falling off your shoulders, and your hair looked so wild, with a few leaves and twigs along the strands. In a nutshell, you were probably the most beautiful person he's ever seen in his whole life. 

🧚‍♀️. Oh, and the way your golden aura practically radiated out of your skin was just too much for him. 

🧚‍♀️. He must've really looked like a fool because you started giggling so hard that your chest couldn't stop shaking and your cheeks started to heat up like crazy. And he just stood there… absolutely mesmerized by the sound of your laughter. 

🧚‍♀️. After a bit, he finally mustered up the courage to say, in a very high-pitched voice: "Hi! Hey! Hello! I-um… you… y-you were the one leaving those cool things on my window, right?", and you just nodded, curiously staring at him. 

"Nice! That's really nice! I really liked t-them, especially those coins! Where did ya get them?" as soon as he said that, he paused, scratching his neck. "No! Forget I said that, it was super rude of me! I just uh-just wanted to say thank you! Yeah, thanks!"

🧚‍♀️. And as you giggled, finding his rambling really cute, his eyes dropped to your chest that shook wildly with laughter, and he saw it. His guitar pick necklace was wrapped around your pretty neck, and the pendant was comfortably resting on the valley of your breasts. 

🧚‍♀️. Ever since then, talking to you was his favorite part of the day. 

🧚‍♀️. I mean, at least seeing your face, since you didn't talk. At all. You just nodded or shook your head as you listened to his endless ramblings. 

🧚‍♀️. You kept exchanging gifts every day, but now, Eddie invited you to eat the fruits he brought with him. As in: he actually asked you to enter his bedroom, sit on his crappy mattress with him and share large portions of peaches, apples, strawberries, grapes… you name it. 

🧚‍♀️. And you kept making rings and pretty necklaces for him, and he treasured them with his whole heart. 

🧚‍♀️. In fact, you even had matching rings now! Both were made of wire with a small citrine in the middle of them – you insisted on making it onyx or any darker stone, but Eddie insisted that they didn't match you, and you should make them citrine. 

🧚‍♀️. In your almost daily visits, Eddie always put music on. But always went for soft tunes, like Heart and even Fleetwood Mac – he borrowed most of the records from Nancy's collection. 

🧚‍♀️. And you discovered that you actually enjoyed these human songs. Especially Stevie Nicks. 

🧚‍♀️. In fact, it was during one of those music sessions that you actually spoke to Eddie for the first time.

"Like it", you softly muttered, while chewing on a strawberry. 

"Y-you what?" he almost fell out of bed when he heard you speak. 

"Like… it?" you asked back, now very unsure of your own words. "No?"

"You like Fleetwood Mac?" Eddie questioned slowly and you nodded, "That's nice, baby. Y'could do better, though." 

And then you're back to giggling again.

🧚‍♀️. Needless to say that he bought the whole Fleetwood Mac and Stevie Nicks discography for you. So now, every time you get together, you listen to a new one. 

🧚‍♀️. And now that he finally heard your voice, he always tries to make you talk to him. Even if all you could say was small, one-word sentences, and was really patient to teach you how to form more complicated sentences <3

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