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edens-pen · 2 years

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𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗻 (𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲?) | 𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘅 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸!𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

summary | part of being eddie’s best friend means knowing what’s best for him, even when he doesn’t. his new girlfriend? definitely not what best for him, in fact, it’d be your pleasure to get rid of her.

pairing | eddie munson x black!fem!reader (twists, brown skin + morally grey)

wc | 5,045

warnings | 18 + ! cheating (not on reader!), oral (f!receiving), fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, eddie cums twice (that felt important), creampie, cum eating + swapping, eddie has a big dick, squirting, eddie gets a bit mean, and reader is a little bitchy bold and a little dark.

a/n | no beta, so please excuse any spelling errors, let me know if i missed anything and yes the title is from alien superstar, beyoncé ate with the album!!

[ 18 + | minors, blank, ageless blogs, do not interact! ]

You didn’t want to. Truly, hand over heart, you didn’t. You wanted to do things properly, after all, you’re a good girl. A good patient, girl. You know how to wait.

But you’ve been waiting too long, and you were getting hungry.

You’re ready to eat.

Eddie's been your best friend for years and you've given him time. You've let him sleep around and have his fun with whatever girls catch his interest for a few weeks, or even a few months. It always ends abruptly, once they realize you're not going anywhere. Once they realize that Eddie will always be at your beck and call because you've trained him that well.

He's your greatest prize and nothing could come between what you had created between you two.

Now of course you’re one to give credit where it’s due, she’s smart. You were always taught to never underestimate an opponent, and at the beginning, you’ll admit, you did underrate her, just a bit.

Eddie’s new girlfriend, that is.

She inserts herself very slowly, where she doesn’t fucking belong.

She starts small of course, she sits on his lap during lunch. That’s fine, she’s his girlfriend, she can sit there. But you always sit next to Eddie, on his right side, where you belong.

One day, when you get to the cafeteria, she’s sitting in your seat. She’s messing with his hair, when you walk up. Her eyes flicker up to yours for a moment, and you don’t miss the smirk on her face when she feigns innocence.

“Sorry, I know you usually sit here, but I needed to give Eddie’s leg a break today!” She giggles at the end of her sentence and for some reason, it makes you vicious, and cruel insult bubbles up on your tongue. But you don’t bite, you just smile and nod in understanding, taking a seat next to her.

You let lunch pass without much fanfare, and as more lunches come and go, she takes your seat next to Eddie. Somehow, that’s even worse than her sitting on his lap. And she knows that.

When she’s secured that spot, she’s coming to the DND meetings. Though she previously shrugged them off for homework, or hanging out with other friends, now she’s coming.

Originally, you don’t know why. She doesn’t play and neither do you. You normally sit off to the side, occasionally providing commentary and quips. Eddie’s attention isn’t on you during the campaign, he’s completely immersed in being the dungeon master. His full focus is on the game. So, she has nothing to gain from coming to the meetings.

You don’t get it until she’s batting her eyelashes after the meeting, telling Eddie to drop you off at home first, so they can have some alone time together. When Eddie hesitates, she leans up on her toes, speaking into his ear about how her parents are gone until next week, and she’s got the house to herself. What Eddie doesn’t see is her eyes flicking over to you, the quirk in her brow, asking you to challenge her.

Once again, you don’t bite.

Eddie’s a weak man, because of course he is. So he promises to hang out with you some other time, then he speeds off, leaving you on the front step of your house.

She works like that for weeks. Subtly, she works to remove you piece by piece from Eddie’s view. Your texts go unanswered, your calls are screened, your plans are canceled or abandoned entirely.

With each new part she takes, she gives you that saccharine smile, letting you know exactly what she’s doing.

It all comes to a head when she approaches your locker after school. You would be walking home that afternoon, thanks to her of course. She leans against the locker next to yours, watching you stuff your books inside.

“Hey hun, I know Eddie’s birthday is coming up, and we’re kind of planning on having a party for him, y’know and we all graduate in a few months, all the more reason to celebrate right?”

You nod in agreement, listening to her smack her gum. “What I wanted to talk to you about is a bit more important though,” She slams your locker shut, nearly catching your fingers in the metal. “I know you’re supposedly Eddie’s best friend or something like that, but I think we both know that’s over. I see the way you look at him and I don’t like it.”

Instead of speaking you listen to her ramble on about her place in Eddie’s life, how you need to move on, and find somebody else to love you. She talks about how Corroded Coffin is on the come up and he’s her ticket out of this shit town, so you need to back up. She tells you that you need to extract yourself from Eddie’s life. At the end, she rolls her glossed lips and smiles widely.

“Be nice when you tell him though, I don’t wanna make this hurt for you,” She winks at you when she sees Eddie down the hall. “Thanks, hun!” She walks off, chasing after her boyfriend.

You don’t answer at all, instead you sigh and roll your eyes. You don’t waste your time responding to her threat, you already know what you’re going to do.

The plan is only just stewing when Dustin and Mike rush up to you minutes later. The conversation is stilted until you ask them what they really want.

“We want her gone,” Mike says finally, peering at you with frustrated eyes. “Eddie’s girlfriend,” He clarifies.

“She’s ruining the game and our lunches, she’s always talking about his band, and dragging him away during lunch,” Dustin explains, gesturing. “She even had him cancel a meeting last week and this week for that party. Eddie hates parties.”

You nod slowly, but shrug your shoulders. “So you want me to…?” You trail off, letting their expectations fill the void.

Dustin looks at Mike who shrugs, “I don’t know! Do something!”

Walking out of the school with the two boys on your tail, you shake your head. “I’m not Eddie’s mom, I can’t make him do anything,” You feign helplessness while they argue back.

“Yes, you can!” Dustin huffs.

“Make her leave or make him break up with her,” Mike supplies. “Anything to get rid of her.”

Their desperation hits you and finally you smile. You stop walking and nod shyly. “Okay, I’ll figure it out. I promise.”

You know what you’re doing is for the good of everybody.

–

But you’re smart, you know better than to fight fire with fire.

So you pull back at her request. You take a seat further from Eddie during lunch, you don’t come to DND meetings, or ask Eddie to hang out with you anymore.

You pull back quickly, extracting your presence from the group. You know it’s working when Mike texts, telling you Eddie is asking for you, wondering where you’ve been. You text him back telling him not to answer Eddie, letting Mike know that you’ll see them all at Eddie’s party tonight.

And you will. You've taken some time to sharpen your teeth, tonight you will bite, and you promise to enjoy it.

That evening when you get home, you take a nice, hot shower. You don’t spend too much time on your makeup, pulling your twists back from your face. It’s not going to be worth it in a few hours anyways.

You run your fingers over each dress in your closet until you settle on the baby pink one. The silk settles nicely on your body, the hem sitting a little too high on your thigh. Sliding into your platform heels, you gave yourself a once-over in the mirror.

You almost felt bad about what you were going to do. But you looked so fucking good doing it, you couldn’t be too upset.

When you made your way to Eddie’s girlfriend’s house, you weren’t surprised to see the house filled with people you’ve never seen before. People who definitely weren’t Eddie’s friends. This party wasn’t for him, it was for her. She was showing everyone that she’s Eddie’s girlfriend, like she owned him.

Poor thing.

You text Dustin, letting him know you were at the front door. He rushes to your side, flanked by Mike. They do not comment on your appearance, but you urge them to separate Eddie from his girlfriend so you can talk to him. They walk away with a smile, and you feed off their excited energy.

It only takes a few minutes for Eddie to make his way over to you and he does not hide his reaction to seeing you.

“Fuck,” He smiles, running his tongue over his teeth. “You look good.”

You pretend to lean into him to speak, but sadly pull back when you realize he can’t hear you over the music. “Can we go somewhere to talk? In private?” You settle a light hand on his arm and he nods, guiding you up the stairs.

He tries a few doors before going into a large bedroom and shutting the door behind you both. You note the style of the room and take a guess as to who it belongs to.

“Hey,” Eddie calls softly, gaining your attention. You turn to face him, a soft expression on your face as you take a seat on the plush comforter. You stretch your legs out, the dim light of the room resting softly on your brown skin. “Where’ve you been? I feel like I haven’t seen you in years.”

You laugh lightly, looking off to the side, “It’s only been days, Eddie.”

He shakes his head, disagreeing with you. “No, it’s been weeks. You haven’t been coming to lunch, you don’t even sit next to me in Physics anymore.” He stands in front of you, looking down at you. “Did I do something?” The soft tone of his voice has big fat tears pooling in your eyes. When you look back at him, his mouth drops open and he cups your cheeks. “No, what’d I do?”

“I guess,” You whine. “With your new girlfriend and everything, I just feel like you don’t have a lot of time for me anymore.”

You know he wants to argue against that, but a tear slides down your cheek and Eddie Munson has always been a sucker for your tears. “Damn, I didn’t know, I’m so sorry. I know I’ve been distracted lately, but I’ve missed you.”

Sniffling, you shrug, “It’s okay.” You give him a watery smile. “I figured this would happen. Eventually, there would come a time where I’m not your best girl anymore.”

“No, no, no,” He takes a seat next to you, swiping at the tears rolling down your brown cheeks. “You’re still my girl, still my best girl.”

You lean into his touch, closing your eyes. “You promise?”

“Of course,” Eddie swears. “You’re always going to be my girl.”

Sliding closer to him, you wrap your arms around his neck. Eddie buries face in your neck and you feel him take a slow inhale of your perfume, it was the vanilla and ginger scent he loved. Pulling back slightly, you pout.

“Kiss?”

He nods, giving your cheek a kiss and then turning to kiss the other one. “Still my girl?” He whispers.

Your body is much closer to his now, your arms are still around him and he’s holding your waist, rubbing you lightly over your dress. “Still your girl,” You mumble, your breath puffing against his cheek. Leaning over, you slide your hands under his jaw, running your nails along his neck. He closes his eyes at the feel of your acrylics against his skin. “Are you still mine, Eddie?”

He nods slowly and you glide your thumb against his bottom lip. “Your lipgloss?” He asks.

You’re Eddie’s best friend, you know him like the back of your hand. You know everything that makes him weak, everything that fogs that pretty little metalhead.

“Strawberry Lipsmacker, Eds,” You answer, giving him a small smile. “Wanna taste?”

He swallows hard, eyes still closed. “I shouldn’t.”

“C’mon, Eddie,” You urge him, still running your nails on the spot just under his jaw. “Just a little taste.”

Eddie leans forward before he answers, lips already brushing against yours. “Please.”

His lips are over yours in a second, kissing and licking, sucking at your tongue, tasting as much of your gloss as possible. “Your dress is so pretty,” He breathes between kisses, sliding a hand up to the back of your neck, pushing you as close as possible.

Tilting your head up, you give him access to the sensitive skin on your neck. “Think so?” You giggle coyly, carding your fingers through his hair. “I got it to match my panties.”

He groans against your neck, his tongue licking along your shoulder. “Baby, you’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“Not kidding, Eddie!” You whine, breathless at the way he’s still working on your neck. “Can I show you?”

Eddie pulls back, eyes blown wide, “Yeah, of course, yeah.” You stand to your feet, towering over him with your heels on. He reaches up to the zipper, pulling it down slowly, watching as the dress drops to the floor, pooling around your feet.

You turn around to face him, kicking the dress to the side. Eddie takes in the sight of your soft pink panties and your lack of bra. Standing between his legs, you set your hands on his shoulders. “Is it pretty, Eddie?”

He groans as you lower yourself on his lap, pushing him back against the bed. Your lips descend on his neck, kissing and licking every inch of available space. “Eddie?” He’s hard against your lap, and you grind down while he moans out loud.

“So pretty, princess. I promise, so fucking pretty.”

You pull up to look into his eyes, “Show me how pretty?” You pose it as a question, but you know Eddie won’t be able to help himself. He can’t help himself when it comes to pretty things.

So you’re not surprised when Eddie rolls you over, laving his tongue over your neck and taking a nipple into his mouth. He tweaks your other nipple with his hand as he sucks, and then switches. He gets both slick with spit before tugging on them slightly. When he twists a little too hard, you moan his name, wetness gathering in your panties.

“Princess,” Eddie chuckles. “You like it a little rough?” Nodding, you roll your hips up to meet the bulge in his pants. “You have no idea how perfect that is.”

Then he’s sliding down your body, leaving wet kisses and dipping his tongue in your navel along the way. Stopping just over your panties, he toys with the hem, “Can I?”

“I’m yours, Eddie. You can do anything you want.”

He nods slowly, settling himself between your legs. You watch as he presses his face against your panties, taking a deep inhale before licking you over them. He plays with your clit through your panties, rubbing in light circles with his thumb.

It’s filthy and sweet at the same time.

Eddie makes the choice to mouth against your panties, not giving you enough of what you need. He covers them in his spit and then pulls them up, not down, against your cunt.

Whining breathlessly, you grab his hair. “Don’t–”

“Thought you said I could do anything I wanted?” He laughs and you hear Eddie getting mean, and it’s exactly what you wanted. “You’re mine so take it.”

He pulls them harder against your cunt, rubbing your clit raw with the fabric splitting your pussy lips. He’s relentless as he tugs them, watching as you whine and cry in front of him.

Just like before, Eddie’s a sucker for your tears. “You’re so pretty when you cry, princess.”

Yanking your panties off, you note that he doesn’t remove your heels, even when your panties get caught on them. Instead, he makes himself comfortable between your legs, watching your pussy. He leans in immediately, swiping his tongue through the mess. You card your fingers through his hair, tugging him closer to your cunt and he gets the hint. Spreading you open, Eddie sucks your clit into his mouth while his fingers tease at your slit, not going in just yet.

He leans up only to spit down at your cunt, groaning as your hole clenches around nothing. “Don’t know why I did that, you’re already so fucking sloppy.”

“Eddie, fuck, please!” You squeal, already breathless

Slipping his middle finger in, Eddie wastes no time curling it up, listening to you moan and plead his name. He doesn’t wait too long to add another right next to the first and returns his mouth to your clit. He’s licking and slurping at the wet mess that’s gathered in front of him, and you’re crying above him.

In between each nip at your clit, or bite on your thigh, Eddie’s asking you how much you love this. He’s telling you how long he’s wanted this, admonishing you for not letting your best friend get a taste of this hot little pussy, making him sleep with other girls who don't taste half as good as you.

Before you can respond, a series of wet smacks lands against your clit and you’re arching your back away from the impact. But Eddie’s hand is curled around thigh, and there’s no way for you to escape.

“Wanna feel you cum on my face, princess,” Eddie’s almost begging against your cunt, sliding his tongue in with fingers,

You don’t have the strength to deny him. Not when he’s staring at you, hungry and desperate to taste more of you.

So you're digging your heels into his back and he lets out pleasured groan at the pain you're inflicting.

Throwing your head back, you whine his name as the tension in your belly releases the hot tension built up inside you.

“Holy fuck, Eddie,” You cry, gripping his hair even harder. “God! I’m close, I’m gonna–I’m cumming–”

And Eddie doesn’t let up when he feels you coming. He doesn’t change pace or remove his fingers, he keeps curling them right against that spot that has you gushing around his tongue. In fact, you have to yank at his hair to get a break from the sensitivity.

When looks at you, his chin is covered in your release and he’s grinning at you.

“You sound so hot when you cry my name,” Eddie laughs as he leans down to kiss your lips. Tasting yourself on his tongue has your head a little fuzzy, but you gather yourself enough to tug his shirt off. Between kisses, you’re unbuckling his belt and throwing his jeans on the floor. When Eddie finally pulls his boxers off, you swallow harshly.

You weren’t expecting him to be so big, and you tell him as much.

“Fuck, Eddie, you’re huge,” Your voice is shocked and excited and Eddie doesn’t get a chance to respond before you’re swiping your fingers through the mess between your legs and then gripping his cock in a tight fist.

He leans over as his eyes roll back, thrusting into your hand. “Princess, this feels so good. Didn’t know your hands would feel so–fuck–soft.”

You smile as you kiss him. Reaching down a little more, you run your nails over his balls lightly and Eddie shivers above you.

“Hah, princess, gotta fuck you now,” Eddie groans against your lips, but you don’t let up. “P-please, or I’ll cum all over you. Don’t want this to b-be over yet.”

Looking up at him, you grin, “If you think you’re cumming once, you’re mistaken.”

You guide his tip down, pressing the fat mushroom tip of his cock against your wet hole. Eddie swears he tries to be patient, but you keep whining and grinding your hips, trying to make him bottom out.

What choice does he have?

So he thrusts all the way in, making sure his waist is pressed against yours. The near scream you let out when his tip kisses your cervix almost makes him cum right then. But he doesn’t want to yet, he needs to fuck you for a bit first.

Eddie doesn’t wait for you to be okay, he pulls nearly completely out, then shoves himself back in. The way you’re gripping him, clenching around his cock–it’s like nothing he’s ever felt before.

Your cunt is slick and tight around him, like you’re trying to milk him already. He builds a steady rhythm, loving the way you moan when he hits your cervix. Your nails are already scratching up his back, leaving red, long marks in their wake.

“Fucking tight little pussy, princess. You ever been fucked before?” He tries to laugh, but your eyes are shining with those tears again and his stomach tightens. The tears are rolling down your cheeks and instead of wiping them away this time, he’s leaning down to lick them up.

You sniffle, “N-never had anyone this big.”

The groan he lets out is loud, and he’s dropping his head to kiss you properly, sucking on your bottom lip. He hoists your leg over his shoulder, kissing under your knee as your heel digs into his shoulder blade. Hissing at the pain and the new position allowing to fuck you deeper, Eddie whispers, “Not gonna last long.”

Your walls keep tightening around him, the combination of his pre, his spit, and your cum has the mess between your legs getting even louder. The sound is fucking filthy and he hears it louder than the heartbeat in his ears.

“Told you,” You pant, reaching down to fondle his balls again. “I’m giving you more than one, Daddy.”

Everything hits him all at once. The sensation of you squeezing his sac, the sound of that nickname rolling off your tongue, and your cunt milking him for all he’s worth. It would bring the strongest man to their knees. It would have the fucking president spilling nuclear codes and CIA agents giving up their cover.

Yeah, your pussy is fucking lethal.

Eddie doesn’t have the sense to pull out. Hell, Eddie wouldn’t have been able to spell his fucking name if you asked him to. All he knows is that your cunt is begging for his cum, and he can’t deny you. So he’s almost screaming your name while he’s spilling inside you, giving you all he has and thrusting until it’s too much for him to take.

When he finally slows down, his cum is beading up at your entrance.

“Daddy fucked his princess so fucking full, huh?” The sight of his cum spilling out of you is too much for him to handle and his dick is still twitching weakly inside you. “You’re a fucking mess down here, princes.”

You can’t even formulate a response before Eddie’s pulling out and yanking your hips up, sealing his mouth over your slit. He’s not even cleaning you up, he’s just drinking his cum out of your cunt. He’s swirling the mess around your pussy, playing in the spill with his fingers.

“That’s so g-gross,” You say as your pussy clenches, and Eddie only grins when he feels it. He doesn’t respond and he knows he doesn’t have to. He gives your cunt a final harsh suck and releases your hips. Gripping your jaw, Eddie forces your mouth and spits a glob of your combined mess on your tongue.

You promise you see God when he teases his cock against your clit, slapping the head against the button. He’s getting hard again, but in the meantime, he’s speaking filth into your ear.

“Gross? You mean you don’t like when Daddy feeds you your mess? You begged me so hard for it, princess. Your pussy was begging for it too, tight little hole kept crying for me. I had to give her something,” Eddie’s chuckling darkly, watching as your eyes roll back. “Doesn’t seem like it was enough though, feels like she needs some more, what do you think?”

“Fucking hell,” He hasn’t let up on your clit and you can’t focus on what he’s saying. All you know is the stimulation alone is getting you close and you’ve never felt like this before. “I’m gonna c-cum.” You cough out the last part because your breath has been stolen from you. Eddie’s hand is around your neck and he’s urging you to finish.

“Give me another one, and then we can have one together.”

The promise of a third orgasm has you nodding your head as your vision whites out. Your head is fuzzy and you’re floating in a weightless space as you cum this time. Eddie releases your neck and you let out a high whine as your orgasm hits you in waves, rolling and rolling until you’re drowned entirely.

While your pussy is still clenching, Eddie bullies his cock back inside, taking advantage of your wetness. It’s an easy slide that has both of you moaning.

Both of you are too sensitive to make this last long, but Eddie could not stop fucking you if someone put a gun to his head.

He’s rolling you over, choosing to fuck up into you this time. But this is the worst position he could have you in because once you settle on top of him, you start bouncing immediately. You’re dropping your ass down against his hips, letting the loud sounds of sex fill the room.

It all feels so good to him, and you look so pretty. You’re covered in a thin sheen of sweat, but your eyes flick down to him for a moment and you give him a smile.

Guiding his hand back around your neck, he holds your throat but doesn’t squeeze.

“I’m yours right, Eddie?” You whine, alternating between grinding and bouncing on his lap. When he nods, it’s not enough, so you pout and scratch down his chest. “Eddie!”

“Mine,” Eddie confirms, using his free hand to tweak your nipples. “Only mine, princess, nobody else’s.”

“And you’re mine?”

“Just yours. Daddy’s only yours.”

You grin as you bounce faster, angling your hips while slipping your hand down to rub against your clit. “Motherfuck, this is good.”

It’s better than good, it feels right. Eddie belonged inside you, he was made to fuck you and fill you up, and you know he’s understanding that now.

Eddie plants his feet against the bed and starts meeting you thrust for thrust, finding that spot inside you again. He works against it, toying with making you cum, like he’s not ready for this to be over just yet. You can taste your release, it’s right on the horizon but you need something more.

“Pussy’s so goddamn good, princess,” Eddie praises, releasing your nipple to slip a finger in your cunt. You freeze and shake while Eddie continues fucking into you. He fits his fingers right in front of his dick, curling them against the front of your walls. “Best I’ve ever fucking had.”

Your head is lolling back and Eddie’s squeezing your throat lightly, bringing your attention back to him. “Hear me, princess? Tightest cunt I’ve fucked,” He laughs when you don’t answer him. “I know you need to cum, so do it baby. You’re already dripping down my balls, but promise I know you’ll clean it up. My girl always finishes what she starts.”

The room door slams open but Eddie’s praises are swirling in your head, and you know you’ve got him. Someone is in the background, yelling at you both, but you can’t tear your eyes away from Eddie’s, not when you're climbing a peak this steep. The room is falling away and all you can feel is Eddie’s cock stroking against your walls, and his fingers curling inside your pussy. So when he shoves his fingers in roughly, relentlessly fucking against your spot, you let go and cum. You shriek, as everything explodes.

“Goddamn,” Eddie groans. And you’re very aware of Eddie roughly thrusting into you a few more times, before he hits his own peak. Praises of your name and your cunt fall from his lips as he cums inside you for the second time that night. You collapse against his chest while he rolls his hips weakly, then finally stops moving. “Y-you squirted, princess. Didn’t know you could do that.”

“Me neither,” You pant, resting on him as your heartbeat begins to slow down. “Did someone come in? Thought I heard the door.”

Eddie nods, “My girlfriend.”

“Ex-girlfriend,” You correct him with a sigh and he laughs underneath you.

“Yeah, ex-girlfriend.”

–

You give Eddie a kiss on the cheek, telling him to wait by the van while you saunter over to his ex-girlfriend.

Before you can even speak, she’s sneering at you, “You’re a fucking bitch.”

Her insult doesn’t hurt, not in the slightest. Instead you smile brightly at her, tapping your nails against the metal of the locker next to you. “Y’know I tried to get him back today? Cornered him in the classroom and told him I could forgive him for what happened if he promised never to speak to you again. He wouldn’t even look at me, told me he was sorry but he didn't think we were anything worth saving, and gave me back the necklace I got him and everything.”

“Listen, hun,” You start condescendingly. “You’re a pretty girl, and a smart one too, and you might’ve had him if you didn’t mess with me and Hellfire. You’ve got a bright future ahead of you, but if you don’t stay away from Eddie, everything will get very dim, very quickly for you. And I won’t be so nice about it.”

“You fucked my boyfriend in my house–”

“That was me being nice,” You interrupt as your smile becomes sharper and you step closer to her. She looks into your eyes and whatever she finds has her stepping back, submitting to you.

She knows her place.

Stepping away, you blow her a kiss and make your way back outside to Eddie.

The scent of vanilla and ginger lingers in the air, taking her breath away.

#eden writes filth #eden writes eddie #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x female reader #this was hot and i want to be reader's girlfriend

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Top Ten Posts of 2023

I decided, why not? ^^

I'm limiting this to fics/analysis/headcanon/etc posts I made during the year and skipping over anything that isn't my actual creative work. That said, if you're curious, my actual top post was this funky screenshot from episode 2.

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6. Donnie records everything (617 notes)

broke: Donnie listening to what happened in the prison dimension woke: Donnie showing Raph Leo’s big damn hero speech since he wasn’t there the first time

The main reason why this has so many notes is because @roseverdict wrote a great fic down in the notes that you should all go read.

5. Leo asks Donnie a favor (829 notes)

“You might as well tell me what you need,” he says, turning to his computer and pulling up his list. “I’ll assess it and prioritize.” “No, no, that’s okay. It’s nothing,” Leo insists. “Nardo.” Donnie levels his best stare at him. “What is it?”

I love writing the Disaster Twins being soft and you guys love it when I write it too.

4. Present Donnie and Future Donnie have a little disagreement (CAS AU fic) (1,242 notes)

“What was I supposed to do, tie him to a chair?” “Yes!?” says Mini-him like he’s stupid, which warrants a scoff.

Shoutout to @skcirthinq who doodled a comic version of their conversation.

3. Casey Jr. and Uncle Tello troll Present Donnie (CAS AU fic) (1,701 notes)

Casey Jr, says Uncle Tello’s voice. Uncle Tello? Do you want to see something really funny?

This is my actual fic with the most notes! I'm glad you all enjoyed this silly little take on what was actually an incredibly intense moment in Cass's original comic.

2. Mikey contacts the Hamato ancestors (2,054 notes)

future Mikey: *trying to contact the spirits of the Hamato for advice and guidance in the apocalypse* Donnie’s spirit: Hello, you are now communing with Donatello.

I can't believe you guys gave over 2K notes to the stupidest joke I've ever made. Shoutout to @nonymous06 for this artist's rendition.

and finally, drum roll please.....

My top post of 2023:

1. A very silly idea for a separated AU (4,283 notes)

non-angsty ROTTMNT separated AU where the boys meet online and bond over their shared love of Jupiter Jim and skateboarding and Lou Jitsu. Then one day they agree to meet irl for the first time at a con and decide to dress as turtle aliens.

This post spawned an adorable fanart by @thatsmutbean , this hilarious fanart by @onionninjasstuff , and an entire fanfic called new phone who dis by @rbtlvr

This has been an incredible year! My love for ROTTMNT has not diminished in the slightest and I still have lots of ideas, so I hope you guys stick with me for 2024. Thanks again! Happy New Year!!

#no idea what to tag this as #if I put it in the main tag is that annoying #oh well #rottmnt

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☾┅ about me ┅ ☽

hi, call me mika! i'm 21+ and i go by they/them pronouns. i'm a se asian writer + aspiring literary translator based in the uk. this post is essentially a writeblr reintroduction as i am starting anew in the community with this blog, and i'm really excited to share my wips and connect with all you lovely writers out there! i'm also tag and/or interaction friendly (although my reply speed is... not the best especially for tag/ask games, but i'm trying!), so please don't be afraid to say hi ♡

☾┅ writing interests ┅ ☽

important note: my works may contain mature and potentially triggering topics. viewer discretion is advised.

╳ i'm mainly a prose fiction writer, although i may dabble in scriptwriting and poetry at times. ╳ genres: speculative fiction, historical fiction, thriller, literary fiction. ╳ themes: sociopolitical commentary, satire, dark comedy, angst/tragedy, tragicomedy, morally grey characters, queer romance. ╳ open to reading all genre and themes! you're more than welcome to reblog this with your wips or tag me in them, whether or not they feature any of the above. the above lists are not exhaustive because to this day i still don't know how my writing brain works. ╳ i take plenty of writing-related requests (beta/proofreading, critique, collabs, translation work, etc.)! please refer to my carrd for more info, or contact me directly for inquiries.

☾┅ main wips ┅ ☽

will o' the wisp :: adult sci-fi/thriller novel. ╳ award-winning talk show host and journalist noe crane is constantly treading a tightrope as he assumes his secret vigilante identity behind closed doors, but things get worse when his past comes back to haunt him. ╳ features: tragicomedy, morally grey characters, lgbt+ characters, complex relationships, modern setting, superpowers, conspiracies ╳ wip intro here!

the duña duology :: adult weird fiction duology. ╳ a troubled man in his 30s attempts to escape from his past and seeks refuge in a run-down inn, only to find himself caught up in a dangerous conspiracy against the world. ╳ features: adult (30+) characters, unlikeable protagonist, multiple universes, high concept, complex worldbuilding, retrofuturism, found family, conspiracies, aliens (?) wip intro coming soon! message if you want to be tagged.

a history of the tenshima gang feud (working title) :: new adult sci-fi/romance novel. ╳ when a national museum tour guide somehow travels back to the city's deadliest era in history as one of its disgraced figures, he will soon find that his beloved city isn't what it claims itself to be. ╳ features: time travel, alternate future, fictional setting, criminal underworld, ensemble cast, sociopolitical commentary, morally grey characters, lgbt+ characters, love triangle, lovers to enemies, friends to lovers, mcd, tragedy wip intro coming soon! message if you want to be tagged.

lilium carnage :: historical steampunk visual novel (collab with @nana7esque) ╳ four characters on two sides of the same coin. each of them are determined to deliver their own justice in the corrupted land of navona, even at the cost of their own lives, but little do they know that there will always be a bigger price to pay. ╳ features: alternate history, fictional setting, choice-based story, multiple endings, morally grey characters, lgbt+ characters, tragedy, enemies to lovers, complex chara dynamics wip intro coming soon! message if you want to be tagged.

☾┅ side wips ┅ ☽

shelved wips, wip ideas i have yet to develop, etc.

╳ by the kiss of the sleeping night :: thriller/romance webtoon collab with @nana7esque ╳ retelling of the nyi roro kidul myth ╳ modern setting character-driven script with each characters being an allegory to the seven deadly sins

feel free to interact with this post especially if you're also a writeblr! ♡

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #writeblr intro #intro post #writing #writeblr community

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here are my favorite things i did this year :) thank you for tagging me @madeofcc <3

i was just gonna make a simple post and for some reason i decided to make this whole thing i guess, even features my stupid handwriting lol. everything written above + some more thoughts down below so you don't have to decipher whatever i wrote, also links to everything. thanks for following my messy blog and allowing me to rant about splatoon every other day lmao love u friends

harmony my beloved

i love splatoon ok! i've tried to recreate a few different splatoon characters before but they don't really translate well to sims. however i love how my harmony turned out! she's my fav character in the game and i'm quite proud of this funky little edit :)

leaf carrying a plant she stole

as soon as i saw that pose i knew i had to use it with my girl leaf! simple edit, but very cute <3 i wanna post more about my nymph!!!!!

what is this? a crossover episode????????

bojack horseman is my fav show ever. when i saw the horse pack trailer i KNEW i had to make this silly joke :p i didn't expect it to get so much attention but i'm glad it did! fun facts: 1) i painted bojack's face in game but basically redid the whole thing in photoshop bc sims textures are uh bad. 2) i recolored pc's dress and god i wish i could've made something better lmao. 3) i converted mr. pb's glasses and i SUFFERED. they actually look terrible ingame but ✨photoshop magic✨

this edit of an alien oc that i need to name still

i don't really use alpha hairs but ain't this one cute?! and i love this edit! if you read this give me a name suggestion for this sim please

YES THAT'S HAPPENING

I LOVE JUNO BIRCH!!! i literally need to stop myself from making another juno post every time she posts anything online lol. but that hot dog costume is iconic, what can i say.

sims in the city, baby + everything i made about them

i've been wanting to recreate these guys ever since i joined simblr back in 2019 (jesus christ) and i finally did! i'm very proud of them and happy so many people like them :) i loved this game growing up but none of my friends played it, so it's really cool to see more people who played it too!

also, that roxanna moxie lookbook i did? peak fashion

GRAP3FRUIT!

these guys!!!!!!!!! i really wanted to make a silly little band since forever and kari's edgewave fest finally pushed me to make them and I LOVE THEM! i can't wait to keep making more stuff with them babyyyyyyyyaskldjalskhdfklasj

#i'm gonna tag all of this arent i #ts4 #ts4 edit #simblr #sims 4 #tag game #a

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ekingston · 2 years

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For the ask game:

Supercorp fic where Lena runs a popular webseries/blog about plants and plant care and Kara (one of her avid subscribers) is absolutely hapless when it comes to keeping plants alive and is constantly asking Lena for help only to fail spectacularly. Lena is *convinced* Kara is fucking with her on purpose, and kinda sorta hates her virtual guts

(Now also on a03.)

Lena isn’t naive.

When she made the decision to set up a discord server for her plant vlog’s followers, she knew there was a possibility things might get messy. After all, even while remaining anonymous — she can practically hear her PR team screaming at the idea of Lena Luthor running her own verified social media account — her comment section has always been 45% earnest compliments and questions from beginner botanists and 55% unabashed thirst over her sexy hands and soothing voice. Lena imagined any possible frustration caused by having to sidestep the occasional untoward overture would be worth the satisfaction she gets from teaching fellow hobbyists to take better care of their plants. It’s nice to feel like she’s being appreciated, for a change, to be allowed to play hero in a small way, different from L-Corp’s high-stakes idealism or Supergirl’s histrionic stunts.

(She still hasn’t managed to set up a meeting with National City’s super-powered alien in residence, but she’s certain it will be any day now.)

Lena couldn’t have predicted that the most aggravating individual on her server wouldn’t turn out to be a persistent suitor, but rather a member of the plant-loving minority.

If the violence this ‘Kvers’ person routinely inflicts on their houseplants can be considered love.

Why are my plant’s leaves yellowing? had been this idiot’s first, innocuous ask. Moments later, they’d followed it up with a picture of the brown, crisp remains of what Lena had only vaguely recognized must at one point have been a vibrant green ZZ plant.

Because it’s fucking dead, Lena had wanted to reply, suggesting instead Is it possible it’s near a window where it gets too much direct light?

My place does get a good amount of sun, Kvers had responded. I kind of prefer it that way. Lena had given her a list of plants that would fare better in those conditions, and hoped that would be that.

But it didn't end there; it’s actually only gotten worse. Kvers is in Lena’s notifications what feels like every other day now with fresh doubts and queries. Why do you even have plants, Lena is tempted to respond half the time, when it’s obvious you’re too much of a moron to even be trusted to take care of yourself?

Are banana plants supposed to tear this easily? comes the next question, combined with a picture of a Dwarf Cavendish that looks to have been ripped to shreds by a wind stronger than the average tornado.

“What the fuck,” Lena mumbles to herself. Some tearing is to be expected, they’re pretty frail, she replies, before snapping and adding I advise placing it a little further away from that jet engine you must have set up in your living room, however in a disgruntled huff.

Kvers sends her only a 😳 in response.

A fresh victim is presented to her a few days later, along with Kvers’s desperate plea of Can this little guy still be saved?

Pictured is the saddest Boston fern Lena has seen in her entire life: it’s bruised grey-brown and beige where it should be a vivid emerald, and when Lena clicks the image to enlarge, she finds herself frowning at what looks like a dusting of frost still clinging to the fronds.

Ferns can recover from freezing conditions but only if their roots weren’t also affected, Lena replies very professionally, her fingers shaking with silent outrage. Though I don’t understand why you’d keep a potted fern outdoors when it’s that cold. She’s beginning to wonder if this Kvers person is a genuine imbecile or an abusive prankster. Where do you live that you’re dealing with these weather conditions in August? she demands.

Oh, um, Kvers replies and then, after a few starts and stops, Southern California.

So Kvers is absolutely fucking with her.

It takes a week before they’re asking for Lena’s input again. This buddy is looking a little rough today, they post, do you think a good soak could help perk it back up?

The miserable money tree pictured is barely clinging to life. Lena peers through the furious red haze descending over her vision and swears it looks like its few remaining leaves are singed.

Lena’s patience has run out. Are you serious? she asks. Did someone burn your building down?

Small kitchen accident Kvers has the audacity to reply.

It’s the final straw in every sense of the word. Lena will not stand for this blatant abuse a moment longer, especially if it’s done exclusively for the purpose of getting her attention. Before she can think too much about it, before her rage recedes, she sends Kvers a direct message announcing she’s coming by for a home consultation.

Where in SoCal are you exactly?

As it turns out, Kvers is right here, in National City.

She’s also a bafflingly attractive — though fidgety — blonde.

Blue eyes widen and pink lips part when she answers the door, her shoulders so broad and her arms so beefy she takes up most of the space in the doorway to her loft. Lena probably wouldn’t be able to see past her, at her endangered plants beyond, if she still wanted to.

But she can tell her loft is well-lit, like she’d mentioned — she’s framed by the sun’s dying rays, her hair and skin golden and shimmering in a way not entirely of this earth.

This explains so much, Lena realizes, relieved. The wind. The frost. The burns.

Her would-be adversary is wearing glasses and her hair is up, and her flustered demeanor seems so awkwardly genuine that Lena wonders if the image this woman projects when she’s dressed in her more familiar reds and blues is the act — if this awestruck, faded-jeans-clad cutie is the real person that’s hiding underneath.

She looks far more human than Lena would have imagined.

“You’re Lena Luthor,” she finally manages to stutter out.

Lena regards her evenly. “Good to finally meet you,” she says, and, dropping her voice a little, “Supergirl.”

#supercorp fan fiction #plant vlog au #supergirl fan fiction #fic by ekingston #who has two thumbs & managed to pen a clean 1000 word drabble for the first time in probably a decade?#👍 this guy! 👍#thank you for the incentive gaby! you’re a gem!#ask meme #deadbiwrites #fan ficlet #1k

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pyreflydust · 3 months

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#wild arms #wild arms 2 #wild arms 2nd ignition #lilka eleniak #little alien game blogging #gifs

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justintaco · 6 months

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I've been up for almost 24 hours so

superheavy Lonetrail Muelsyse spoilers

Besides the like, uncountable amount of stuff that blew me away in Lonetrail,

linking together Mansfield Break and Dorothy's Vision with Vigilo and Walk in the Dust

creating thematic parallels with Near Light at the end,

what really blew me away was Muelsyse.

Anyone who's followed this blog for a long time knows I'm not big on shipping and I'm semi-public with my opinion that most times shipping brain completely poisons someone's ability to actually engage with a narrative. But honest to god, even to me, they seemed to be almost writing a romance with Doctor and Mumu.

Blink twice if you don't think I'm crazy.

like any gacha you have a lot of flirty lines between the player character and a million of the girls (and guys), but like, this seemed unusually genuine and romantic?

(x)

Like besides them sharing a dance and all their cute little scenes, they seemed to be creating a genuine parallel in their backstories and who they are as people here

Mumu discovers she isn't actually the last of her race but realizes that she has so little in common with them she cannot form any meaningful connection or even find a shared language with them. Her integration into human society is like, almost all just an act of survival by her own admission, she doesn't feel any belonging there either. In fact, most of the time her real body is hiding in her vivarium because the physical world itself is becoming so poisoned by originium that it's dangerous to leave using anything but a clone. Even in her flashback with Saria and Kristen, she seems to be the third wheel.

She is by every possible metric, completely alone. And it seems like her chronic teehee backstabbing is a coping mechanism to feeling completely alienated from even her closest friends and what becomes her second family with the Rhine Lab directors. Even that dysfunctional and over idealized family is gone now too. She even says the following after she betrays Doctor for one last ditch effort to throw in her lot with Kristen and maybe find somewhere out in the stars she can belong:

Compare that with the Doctor, who in this event witnesses what seems to be the death of the last member of their race. In fact, the dialogue implies that Doctor feels an incredible amount of anguish even just pulling the plug on Trevor since it's not so quick a death. Directly after this event, after escaping the big silo bunker thing, Doctor's first thought is to go seek out Mumu rather than regroup with everyone from RI (including Saria who just reentered the atmosphere Halo 3 style). It feels like a response to an epiphany.

Earlier, Doctor had managed to actually get her to tell the truth about herself during their dance. How isolated she feels without any past or family, just like Doctor. So they go directly to her, fresh off of losing the last connection to their past life besides Kal'tsit (who is implied to not only be unwilling but in some way unable to share more info with Doctor).

You then get what is this, extremely deeply intimate conversation between Doctor and Muelsyse, commiserating over their shared loneliness.

She tries to play things off with her usual shtick but pretty quickly she admits that saving those random Control goons on the ship was her failed attempt at suicide because Saria had well and truly kicked her out of the triumvirate to confront Kristen alone.

After that she begins connecting with Doctor on a deeper level than any character I can really recall. As much as I love the ex wife Kal'tsit stuff, they really don't seem to have a romantic attachment. A very very close and intimately trusting one, maybe a past romance, but never romantic with Doctor as they exist in the present since waking up. Doctor views other characters like Amiya, Ifrit, and Rosmontis as children to be protected. But this here is these two really baring their souls and it's just crazy to see in a gacha game where the format discourages stuff like this.

Just, man I love this whole conversation. They've both just learned recently that they can't shed their loneliness with what's left of their races. Muelsyse is totally at the end of her rope, but Doctor has just learned that the only thing they can do is fully commit to the people they know in the present. So despite Mumu's one final attempt to put a barrier up between her and another person, a literal physical barrier of water

Doctor walks right into the barrier and literally reaches out to her to help save her with what they just learned that same day

Muelsyse refers to the parts not in blue here (blue usually being the only confirmed dialogue Doctor says out loud in any given cutscene) when she talks to Nasti later. That means the Doctor said all of this out loud.

Again, am I crazy or does this feel like the most romantic Doctor has ever been with another character?

A lot of himejoshis on Twitter have been mad about the event and what it means for Mumu x Ho'ohleyak, Mumu x Saria, or Muelsyse x her OT3 with Saria and Kristen, and honestly

they might have a point

#needed to get this out or I'll never be able to sleep #please try to keep replies spoiler free if you do #Arknights #Muelsyse

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venusmage · 6 months

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Ask time! What era/type of art would you say you draw the most inspiration from?

oh god this is really hard. Mostly because my inspirations are all over the place! One is 2010's webcomics! A very broad category, I know, but I was really into reading comics when I was in highschool, and a lot of amazing ones were coming out around that time. The Meek (Der-shing Helmer), HINABN (Tess Stone), Lackadaisy (Tracy Butler), and anything by Evan Dahm (the artist behind Riceboy/Vattu/etc). I somehow avoided Homestuck, but Prequel Adventure (Kazerad) rewired my little Oblivion-Obsessed brain.

Speaking of Oblivion - the concept art for all three mainline games in the Elder Scrolls series did SO much for my imagination. Adam Adamowicz is one of my all time favorite artists, and I think his work on Oblivion was overlooked because of his (also stellar) work in Skyrim. There's an entire flickr album of his concept art for TES IV, though, and I recommend it! What that man could do with art markers bewilders me even now. I think this might be the single most impactful art influence I have.

The close runner-up would be the aforementioned Evan Dahm's work. I think he's still, years later, criminally underrated in terms of public appreciation and discussion. For me, Rice Boy blew open so many doors regarding art style, presentation, and character design. Vattu then stunned with just how much of an epic it was and it's fantastic titular main character. Now 3rd Voice is perhaps his most technically beautiful comic yet, and seems to meld the weirdness of Rice Boy with Vattu's super gripping character arcs and worldbuilding.

The way his comics are paced (both in story and the literal pacing of how he organizes his panels/the art in them) is my favorite...ever. Even though they're simple, he just gets the framing down so perfectly it's crazy. The fact he can make such alien characters so human in how they act and how we view them astounds me. I really do - no hyperbole or empty flattery intended - think he's a modern day comics master and I need more people to discuss his body of work.

Also all of his comics are FREE to read on his website rice-boy[dot]com! They're also on webtoon if you're already dedicated to that platform, and the blog @riceboycomic was basically a republishing of Rice Boy with added artist commentary. If you're not ready to dive into the behemoth that is Vattu yet (its over 1000 pages, though it's so worth it), 3rd Voice is his newest work and you can catch up to the current page (288) within an hour. Rice Boy is also pretty short, under 500 pages. Please do yourself a favor and get lost in one of the quiet, uncanny, heartfelt worlds he's created (and then talk to me about it pleaaaseee).

#no art here #ask #webcomics #webtoon #i have print copies of rice boy AND all of vattu i'm a huge huge evan dahm fan

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house-of-mirrors · 3 months

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I posted the fic about the Bazaar as a modern publishing company. Now I need to write about modern AU calendar council. Specifically thinking about cyberpunk dystopia (not necessarily the neon future!)

January maintains a free online library full of texts and articles, fighting against the paywall culture of academia and censorship. Also a skilled hacker targeting energy systems to draw attention to infrastructure vulnerabilities caused by the failings of neoliberalism.

February leaks information to the worldwide media at the most opportune times to incite unrest. On the side, she's quite good at online gaming tournaments and has an intense rivalry with user knifeandcandle.

March is an online persona maintained by several individuals to reduce the risk of compromise in the great game which has been taken to the next level by technology. Behind the development of several "leaky" apps, spyware, and wiretaps.

April has no online presence, off the grid for her safety after her role in a costly attack to physically destroy servers at powerful companies. In a world of increased surveillance, she lurks somewhere outside the city with no cameras. You can, however, contact her on clear nights over radio waves, with encoded transmissions.

May is rumored to be one of the very first shareholders for Bazaar Publishing. This aside, has a telehealth webpage that's the height of the spiral with redirecting links, popups, eyestrain colors, and recommendations that seem too personal. Ads pop up during your regular browsing, similar to seeing the merry gentleman about. It's nearly impossible to get an actual appointment unless they email you first, confirming a stay you never reserved. The hotel has bowling alley carpeting and neon lights. I feel like it should have an arcade.

June is the founder of a secretive engineering and technology startup, rumored to be taking funding from shady sources in the private sector. Little is known about her wherabouts or activities, except her last known IP address was at a testing site on a remote island.

July is a whistleblower, leaking confidential documents and warning the public about transactions and political schemes that can lead to their destruction. Fighting a constant war against misinformation, in which she works closely with September.

August is active on twitter and reddit. I don't need to say more. He also promotes accessibility in technology and the web.

September has a podcast and is constantly finding new ways to bypass censors and promote truthful news sources. He runs a blog dedicated to history and culture, where he also shares his poetry. This man is so anti-advertisements.

October is a merciless hacker. Rumors persist she's so skilled and uncatchable because she found a way to project her consciousness into the computer. Several of the most costly ransomware and DDOS attacks bear her signature.

November operates on the black market, overseeing illegal commerce. She works not only in arms dealing and contraband, but in getting restricted supplies to places that need help.

December is an enigmatic figure of the dark web that no one has ever seen or heard, someone you can't contact but rather contacts you through heavily encrypted txt files, identifiable only through a borzoi icon. Some say they're just a myth or a virus. Some say they're an alien, tapping into satellites.

#calendar council my beloved #my writing #fallen london #modern au #cyberpunk #fl spoilers

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Audio Drama Sunday - 11th February ✨

Here’s what I’ve been listening to this week 🎧

Spoilers ahead!

👻 @tellnotalespod (S2E3) I don’t get Frank’s game here. I don’t trust for a single second that he’s stopped doing those awful experiments. Constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop with Mr Williamson 🤨 And, yes, Leo 😭 continue choosing kindness in the face of stress and grief!! It’s all we can do!!!!

🧳 Travelling Light @monstrousproductions (11) sometimes I see so much of myself represented in The Traveller, it’s uncanny. I love singing little songs on the way home from a night out. If someone gave me a lovely little drum, you best believe I’m about to be the biggest menace in the star system!!! My heart swelled to three times its size upon hearing that Óli chose to join them for the evening! Love is stored in the haughty alien companion!! 💓

🏛 @the-mistholme-museum (MUNDANE) This episode had me cackling at Belinda and has had me looking at my toaster a little differently 👀 I loved the complex emotions at play here between ATG and the Beast. If you’re waiting for proof that you can trust the Beast, you’re gonna be waiting a looong time!!

🌨️ @thewhitevault (7) Iffy!!! Trust your gut!!!!!! All is not as it seems!!! This season is shaping up to be just as gut wrenching as the others and I’m enjoying the ride immensely!

🏢 @somewhereohio (S2E10) I can’t believe it’s over! What a weird, wild and wormy ride this season has been. Roll on the final season!

🍾 @ameliapodcast “A MAI TAI IS AN INTERNATIONAL DELIGHT!” Had me CREASED. I’m very much enjoying season three so far!

🌫️ @souloperatorpod (3) Soul Operator is getting creepier by the episode and I’m so here for it! What happened at the end there?! Who’s going around sending bear traps in the post?!!

🖥️ The Magnus Protocol (5) oooh I think this one was my favourite story yet. I love the shift into what seems to be entirely digital “statements” in this show and they nailed the secondhand embarrassment from those early blog posts.

🍎 I finished season one of the dazzling Not Quite Dead (@notquitedeadpod) and have started season two. I can’t quite express how much I love this show. The acting is so natural and it makes the whole thing so much more believable. I don’t quite understand why Eira isn’t in absolutely every audio drama ever? He’s amazing. ALFIE, though, GOD. MY SWEET BOY. WHO, EXACTLY, DO YOU THINK CASPER WAS TELLING YOU TO RUN FROM? This show makes me sick, I love it.

So excited for more Camlann next week, and to dive deeper into the mess that is Not Quite Dead this week!! What is everyone else enjoying? 👀

#audio drama sunday #audiodramasunday #tell no tales pod #tell no tales #travelling light #the mistholme museum of mystery morbidity and mortality #the white vault #the department of variance of somewhere ohio #the amelia project #soul operator #tmagp #not quite dead

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Through Dying Stars - Genesis

Alien!BountyHunter!Jimin x DeliveryGirl!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Genre: Alien AU, BountyHunter AU, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Nonsexual NSFW/18+, Angsty, Slow Burn.

Warnings: MC gets roughed up a little but nothing too bad/descriptive. Jimin isn’t a nice guy, neither are Bangtan. Use of weapons (guns). Many of the characters are morally gray in this story. Please be warned!

Summary: It takes everything in you not to curse your crew mates to hell as the annoyingly large man smashes you into the wall. You can only begin to guess what you did to get Bangtan on your ass. Fuck.

Notes: SO. A new series is born and I’m very excited about it. I hope you all like it. I’ll be doing a taglist for it I think; all I ask is that you have your age indicated somewhere on your blog. I listened to Rosemary by Deftones while writing this chapter ⭐️

This Part I of the Through Dying Stars series. Find the Masterlist here ⭐️

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“What the fuck?!”

You’re awoken with a start, body violently tossed out of the plushness of your bed like a sack of potatoes. It takes a minute to grasp the situation, brain still clutching onto sleep like a lifeline after the night you’ve had. It doesn’t matter now though; you’re on the floor and definitely pissed off even if you can barely function. You thought that it had been agreed on that Tae would never man the ship again but apparently people want to play games.

Blinking slowly, the events slowly come back to you, a frown etching itself onto your face. You’re not sure what it’s been lately but Namjoons been taking on some more high profile jobs for Stellar Delivery Co. and it’s been taking its toll. Your body feels heavy, your mind scrambled as you roll to get up. Another day, another delivery you guess.

Standing up from the cold ground, you halt as the ship shakes again and the lights flicker in and out sporadically. Squinting your eyes, you grab for your bedside table, quickly pulling the communicator close to your lips. Something clearly isn’t right here, and as much as you’d rather be sleeping, you have to make sure it’s being taken care of lest you all die in a terrible explosion or something. That would be tragic and a little lame.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Speaking into the communicator gets you absolutely nothing in response, meaning that the ships in autopilot right now most likely. Had the others really managed to sleep through that jolt…? There’s no way. Changing the signal, you decide to call for Joon first since he’ll likely have the most answers.

“Joon…? Joon, come in.” Again, there’s no response, but that doesn’t necessarily worry you. Perhaps he’s actually decided to rest, it’s been days since he last slept if you’re remembering correctly. The man sleeps like a log, you had mistaken him for dead the first time you experienced it which is still traumatic to think about. Grumbling a bit, you try for Tae since Yoongi is likely actually dead to the world if it really is that late.

“Tae…? What the hell is happening right now…” Deciding it’s in your best interest to just go check after more radio silence. You pull on your cargo jacket over the little clothes you’ve worn to bed along with your communicator, feeling intensely wary was the lights continue to struggle to stay on.

Walking over to your door and peeking out of your room, a quick look down the hallway gives no indication of what’s happened. There’s not a soul in sight, your three other crew members apparently absent from the bunk area. Glancing down at your wrist as you rub away the remainder of sleep in your eyes, you note that it’s nearly 4am which makes the terrible feeling in your stomach grow worse. You knew it was late but not that damn late…

Stepping out, you hiss quietly as your bare feet are met with the cool ground of the ship. These assholes are really going to owe you after this; you had mentioned getting carpets but no. Maybe with some whining and pouts Joon will take you back to Ecalaxar for a shopping spree if you save everyone from a terrible fate. The thought makes you smile just barely, and with that, you start down the hall toward the cockpit.

Sadly, you don’t manage to get more than three steps down the corridor before you hear him.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” The man’s accented voice is unfamiliar and much too excited. Much too fucking giddy to be normal, and it’s the final red flag the goes off in your head to piece everything together.

Someone’s broken into the damn ship.

Someone got past all the security. Someone got past all three of your crew members. And now, that someone is coming to get you as well.

Thanking the stars that you chose not to wear any shoes, you slip down the hallway away from the voice, your feet barely making a sound as you do. The ship has multiple small closets scattered about for storage, and even if they’re not meant for it they’ll make a wonderful hiding spot. You could fight, sure, but you don’t have your blaster and who knows what this man can do. Maybe, just maybe, it’ll also give you time to figure out a plan.

Sliding your hand against the walls as you walk, you try not to panic as you hear heavy footsteps approaching the bunk area. It takes everything in you not to gasp in relief as you arrive at the closet, turning the handle as slowly as possible. Just as you slip in, the voice calls out again.

“I know you’re around here somewhere, little girl. If you come out, I won’t hurt you too bad. If you keep hiding, well…” It’s gross how it’s strangely soft, almost teasing in nature, but the sinister tone doesn’t escape you. The closet is pitch black, a mind is cute amount of light coming through the cracks from the hallway.

Had the others got away? Had they been captured? Are they alright? Too many questions race through your mind as you hold your breath, the footsteps outside of the door echoing like space storm. You hear doors open and close, the man checking each of your rooms to see if anyone’s around. Maybe being thrown out of your bed was a blessing in disguise.

Blessings don’t last forever though. They never do. No, not for you.

“_____, you need to fucking hide right this very instant, fucking Bangtan of all people are-“ The panicked voice of Yoongi cracks through your communicator and then abruptly cuts off. Bangtan…? Fuck. Fuck. The footsteps have stopped and everything is silent before you burst out of the closet in a sad attempt to save yourself. You can see him out of the corner of your eye, an apparent member of fucking Bangtan, as you sprint out. He’s tall and dressed in black, body covered head to toe in it, gun held easily at his side. A fucking nightmare walking.

“AH, there you are!” The footsteps are thunderous again, loud as he chases you down, your thoughts much too scattered to come up with a solid escape plan. A scream bubbles in your throat just as you try to round the corner at the end of the hall which quickly turns into a choked sound as he slams his body into yours, effectively smooshing you between the wall and himself. You swear you hear something crack and you wouldn’t be surprised if it was one or six of your ribs.

Struggling against him as his hand wraps tightly around your wrists, you whine as he draws in closer, your cheek smashed into the wall. Trying to kick back is futile, his own legs locking your into place as you buck back against him which makes him fucking laugh. It’s only when you feel the cold tip of his gun caress your temple that you finally stop struggling. You’ve been bested. Fuck.

“Caught you.”

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