camel smoke

Edmund x Reader: A hell of a feeling


Word count: 870 *Including lyrics*

Warnings: Language

Setting: Modern AU

A/N: Okay woah I’m back guys…a lot has changed and gotten better and I think I’m starting to write again…thank you all so much!

Alright, alright; alright, alright; Alright alright it’s a hell of a feeling though, it’s a hell of a feeling though

You peered around the crowded room.

Why were you here? What were you doing?

Around you, tens of twenties of teenagers yelled and downed glasses of unidentifiable liquids. 

It seemed as if everybody was either drunk or passed out.

Alright alright it’s a hell of a feeling though; it’s a hell of a feeling though

 The group of girls you had come with were probably lost somewhere in the middle of the party, but you had no interest in finding them. 

All you wanted to do was find a non-alcoholic beverage and settle down in a closet somewhere in the mess of a house.

You pushed through the cluster of sweaty bodies, avoiding every bit of human contact you could. You were not here to party. 

Who are these people? I just woke up in my underwear

In front of you, a boy around 16 or 17 years old lay passed out under a rack of alcohol. 

“Well, that’s smart.” You muttered sarcastically, shaking your head as you stepped over the motionless kid. 

A nice, quiet place to think. That’s all you needed.

No liquor on the shelf, I should probably introduce myself

“Hey gorgeous, what do they call you?” 

You raised your eyebrows at the obviously wasted guy blocking your path. 

“Excuse me?”

 The boy smirked, slipping his greasy hand around your forearm.

You quickly jerked back. “Fuck off!” 

Immediately, you pushed past him, earning a “Oh come on, babe” and a couple “Arrogant bitch!”. 

But you didn’t care. You just wanted to get out.

You shoulda seen what I wore, I had a cane and a party hat

You spotted it. A broom closet, not too far away from the door, but not too close to it either. Perfect. 

You let out an inaudible sigh, avoiding a few stumbling alcoholics as you made your way to the safe-haven of a closet. 

As soon as your hand touched the handle, you could feel it turn with the sharpest movement. You slipped inside, the last thing you saw being a couple vigorously making out. You exhaled. 


I was the king of this hologram, where there’s no such thing as getting out of hand

You spun on your heel, facing a dark-haired boy with a terrified look across his features.

 He sighed, stepping back a little. “Oh, sorry. I thought…uh…you were a serial killer or something.” 


He shook his head, fumbling around the walls for a light switch. It wasn’t pitch black, but a little lighting was definitely necessary. 

“So,” he began, “What brings you to my humble abode?” 

You chuckled a little, opening the closet door a just an inch to look out into the mob of people. “I can’t stand places like this.” 

Memories tend to just pop up; drunk pre-meds and some rubber gloves

“Me neither.”

 You turned around, tearing your eyes away from the crowd. “Then why are you here?”

 “I could ask you the same question.”

You frowned. “You know, we could go on like this forever.” 

You closed the door at the same time that the boy switched the light on. 

Five thousand people with designer drugs; don’t think I’ll ever get enough (don’t think I’ll ever get enough)

You sighed, admitting defeat. “I have a sister here. A raging alcoholic and drug-addict, actually. She should be ‘watching over me’ as our mum put it, but she’d rather…” 

“I get it.” 

You tilted your head a little. “Do you?”

The boy chuckled a little, leaning into the wall. “Yeah, actually. My older brother is…well, an asshole.” 

You laughed. “Designer drugs type?”

 “A little, yeah.” 

Champagne, cocaine, gasoline, and most things in-between

There was an awkward silence before the actual irony of the whole situation made it-somehow-less awkward. 

“This is so weird. We’re stuck in a broom closet together at a party neither of us want to be at and I can’t think of a single thing to say to you.”

The boy nodded, smirking a little. “I’m Edmund. There. Care to tell me your name now?”


I roam the city in a shopping cart, a pack of camels and a smoke alarm

You sighed. “Ahhhh sis, lovely to see you’re still alive.” 

Edmund’s eyes widened a little bit, taking step backwards. He seemed a little intimidated, actually.

This night is heating up; raise hell and turn it up

“You know what?” Your sister started, attempting to roll her eyes and stumbling out of the door frame, “B-bug off.” You chuckled a little as the girl slammed the small door behind her. 

Saying ‘If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe’ Oh yeah

You sighed, sinking down to your knees with your back against the door. “God I hate parties.” You muttered. Edmund nodded in agreement, taking a step towards you. It was silent for a moment. Then, out of no where, Edmund’s lips curled into a smile. 

“Let’s get out of here.” 

Don’t threaten me with a good time

what cigarette brands the animorphs buy with all that sweet sweet teenager in 1998 money

jake: marlboro black menthols
rachel: virginia slims obviously
tobias: newports (again, obviously)
cassie: herbals lbr
ax: camel unfiltered
marco: parliaments (alternatively camel blues/lights)