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[lezbianchae]

Drunk in u.

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G!p Sana x fem!reader

Sana is drunk on your love.

1.6k words

It was rather a stressful week, and one of your co workers had invited you to a party her friend was hosting.

Her name was Sana, you two had gotten close, and Sana thought it would be fun of the two of you could let off some stress and go parting.

At first you denied, you’re not much of a party person.

“C’mon y/nnnn! It’ll be fun! I know these social gatherings aren’t really your thing but you should give it a shot! Please…?” Sana gave you cute puppy eyes. “I’ll get back to you on that unnie.” Oh Sana. You had to admit it was hard to say no to her. You had a crush on your co-worker for awhile. Ever since she offered you on a coffee date you were head over heels. But you wouldn’t let silly little crushes interfere with your work space. You would try to brush off your crush, even if it was hard.

After a while in thought, you agreed to go out with Sana for the night, it wouldn’t hurt for you to go out more. “Yay! I’ll promise we’ll have a good night! I’ll try to take care of you at the party, okay?” She patted your head, as she towered over you. You felt your cheeks grow warm.

As the night came, You wore the nicest dress you owned, it was a black sparkly strapless tubed dress, as you did your makeup all pretty and sparkly. Hoping to impress Sana a bit. You wore your black leather heels knowing they’d probably kill your feet by the end of the night..

Minutes pass as your ride Sana had knocked on your door, You gathered your purse, turn off the lights of your apartment, and open the door to see Sana in a black lacy dress. And man, does she look gorgeous. You thought the Sana you normally see on a daily basis was breath taking enough, this has you astonished as a shade of maroon codes your face.

“Woooow y/n! You so so pretty! You should show your legs more often! They’re nice!” The comment made you embarrassed.

“U-unnie.. you really have no shame..”

You locked your apartment door, Sana and you walked out to her car.

The house party was at her friends Momo’s apartment. According to Sana her and Momo go way back, being friends in their early teen years. You wondered if they ever dated, hearing Sana talk about her friend made it seem like Sana has had a crush on her.

“We’re here!” Said Sana cheerfully, she parked, and open the door for you. As you stepped out the apartment looked.. really fancy.. almost rich. “S-sana you didn’t tell me it was a fancy apartment!”

Sana gigged, “well i didn’t think I’d matter if we’re still going to have a good time!” She smiled and placed her hand on your hip, you were a tomato at this rate, as she walked in with you. Sana greets Momo with a hug, Sana’s friend was just as pretty as her, they kind of looked alike, except Momo’s hair was in a wolf cut.

“Is this the girl you were telling me about sha?”

“Yep! Cute little y/n! Isn’t she cute.”

Momo took a good look at you, eyeing you up and down, you just looked awkwardly and stood like a cereal box.

“She’s smaller than I thought she’d be.”

Momo eyed you once more

“I know! But isn’t she a real cutie!” Sana pinched your cheek as you just stood there.

“Well any friend of Sana is a friend of mine, c‘mon in.” A Few other girls were in there too. All so so pretty, they literally looked like angels.

-

After a bit of casual drinking and the party nearly coming to an end with people leaving, Sana had a bit more drinks than she should have. Her words started to slur, waking funny, giggling way too much, it was pretty clear Sana had gotten drunk. To which you scolded Sana, you knew she was drinker but not enough to know she would half way finish a bottle.

“S-sana unnie you shouldn’t have drank so much! You were my ride…”

She giggled at you. “Ishh okkiie y/nnn..” you didn’t know how you were going to get home. Sana was your only hope.

“Look, Y/n. You and Sha can just share one of my guest bedrooms for tonight, I don’t mind, I felt like this was gonna happen anyways, I know Sana.. she can be a bit of handful when she’s drunk..so you should take care of her..” Momo kindly offered.

But she was the one who was supposed to be taking care of you. You really didn’t want to have to take care of Sana’s tipsiness, but she was your friend, your co-worker.. your crush… it was the least you could do. “Thank you Momo, I really appreciate it.” You shook her hand. “May I ask where the guest room is?”

“Yeah, it’s down the hall to the left” she points.

“Thank you once again, c‘mon Sana..” you use your small body to walk Sana over to the guest room, as she’s slouching, putting her whole body weight on you. “Hehe.. y/n you can’t even cawey me.. yoursh shooo cuuuute”.. she slurs

“Save it…Sana let’s just get you rest.”

As Sana behavior, she tries to kiss you on your face, which caught you by surprise.

“Muah muah muah…y/n pleaseshh lemme give u a smooooch..” you knew Sana was drunk, but you found this behavior kind of.. cute.. she’s so helpless.

“K-knock it off Unnie..it’s hard enough trying to carry you..” you reached the guest room, helping Sana sit up straight on the bed.

“Y/nnnie… you look sooo prettyy..” she catches you, putting her arms around your waist, Sana looking up at you.

“U-unnie.. you’re.. drunk.. please.. control yourself..”

“But I’ve always found you so pretty…even if I was soberrr.. y/nnniee..” Sana reaches behind your back, starts to unzip the back of your dress, to which you gasp.. “u-um.. unnie..”

“Y/nnie.. can you let me touuuch you right now…? Please…? I Need you more than anything.” This was your friend, your co-worker! This was Sana! How are you going to deny such a gorgeous face. You nodded, allowing her to to take you.

She unzips the rest your dress leaving you in only your pretty black panties. Having Sana placing you to sit on top of her legs. Sana was really hard at this point, practically poking you. Planting a kiss on your stomach, and everywhere she could. Nibbling and bitting your neck, leaving cute little hickeys.

Kiss. “Shoo..” kiss. “Fucking..” kiss. “Pretty..”

You let out a few whimpers, the cold air of the room and Sana’s warm lips feeling your body, making you feel so good. Since Sana was drunk, her sex drive was pretty high, Sana was gonna show you no mercy in bed.

“Can I..?” She plays with your panties. You nod, giving her permission to play with your pretty cunt. She slides them off your thighs, amazed from the string of wetness attached the garment.

“Oh~ Looks like you’re pretty exited too..” Sana gently touches your cunt, feeling the wetness. “I really like seeing you like this y/nniee..” Sana giggles. She starts playing with your clit, making her way to your entrance. “U-unnie..” you moaned. If there’s one thing Sana knew, it was how to pleasure a woman.

Sana was a giggling mess, she loved seeing this side of you. Watching you squirm, with her fingers in you. She plays with your pretty pussy, plunging her fingers in and out, she kisses you, tasting the strong liquor taste of her mouth. How sweet Sana’s lips wore. You wanted more. Sana had you wrapped around her finger.

“He-hehe.. y/nnie.. can we try something a little different…?” Sana questioned. Your head tilted like a puppy.

“I’m a little needy too y’know.. mind if I finish you off with a little something..? Hehe.” She giggles and points down at her legs.

“Can sana pleashhe fill your pretty pussy with my cock..?”

Without hesitation you started undressing Sana. Sana got you addicted, You needed need her badly.

“Hehe you’re inpatient princess~”

Sana grabs your hips, slowly pushing you down on her cock as you squeaked.

“I-it’s so big unnie…” you gripped her shoulders. “Itsh okayy y/n.. you’ll get used to it..” she starts lifting you up and down on her, grasping your hips.. slowly taking you in, enjoying the feeling of your walls enveloping her.

“Y/nnn.. fuck.. you feel sho sho..good…I wanna k-keep you here forever.. f-fuck..”

Eventually, Sana started picking up the pace, your eyes tearing up from such pleasure, you scratched Sana’s back leaving marks. “I’m so close baaby..mmmh..please let me finish in you.. I really need to f finish please princess.”

You loved the way Sana begged.

“Y-yes! Yes! Unnie, please finish..”

The quiet room filling with loud skin slapping noises had slowly stopped, as Sana filled you up with her load, filling you, as she grips your hips riding out your high. “Y/nnieee..” the two of you were on the brink of passing out. Sana got you off of her cock, watching the spill of her load leak out of you, she moved on the left side of the bed, grabbing your waist, pulling her towards you and having you on top of her, cuddling your way to sleep.

The next morning Sana woke up, seeing you on top of her confused out her mind. “Y/nnie?!?! W-what..what happened..??? What happened to us…??? What did I do to you..???” You could only process so much, your body was so sore, and you were so tired. “Unnnnieee.. shut upp…” you went back to sleep nuzzling into Sana’s breasts. Sana just absolutely mind boggled on figuring out last nights events. Momo had knocked on the door of the room you two stayed in.

“Well, you two had fun last night.”

[burntheedges]

Maintenance Request: Chapter 1

Joel Miller x f!reader | new chapter every Friday (fic is complete!) 18+ (minors DNI) | ao3 | main post & chapter list chapter word count: 2.4k

summary: Hot Construction Guy is the bane of your existence - he seems to only pop up at the worst possible moment for you, every time you see him. 

There’s no way there could be something more there.

Right?

a/n: here we go, folks. this was my 2023 NaNo project. I’ll post a new chapter every Friday. there are 23 chapters and an epilogue. there is eventually quite a bit of smut, but it’s going to take us a little while to get there. see the main post for more info and/or the bottom of this post for a note about the reader. let me know if you want to be on the tag list! chapter tags/warnings: banter, drink mention (coffee), misunderstandings, romcom vibes, academia AU, modern AU, no outbreak AU, no use of y/n, mention of bra

Chapter 1

Wednesday, September 4 Second week of the semester

The day you saw him for the first time, you were running late.

It was almost one of those mornings, when everything that could go wrong did. But it hadn’t quite hit the tipping point just yet. Sure, your coffee maker had sputtered, smoked and heaved its last gasp before dying ignominiously on your counter rather than providing you with any coffee. And yeah, stopping for coffee had almost made you late enough to hit the bad traffic on the bridge. And of course, you were arriving just in time to have to park in one of the annoying spots on the ramp in your parking garage. 

But none of that was a real dealbreaker. The day was still salvageable. 

You took a deep breath as you turned on your blinker and finally turned onto the street with your garage. This was the homestretch — just a couple of minutes and you’d be parked and walking towards your office, not so late that you wouldn’t have time to finish prepping for your first class. The morning was still salvageable. 

To your surprise, though, you turned the corner and saw nothing but red taillights. The entire block leading up to your garage was packed with traffic. You sighed as you joined the long line of cars, all completely stopped in front of you. You strained your neck to see why no one was moving forward and the hint of orange cones you saw near the garage was not encouraging. Even less so was the slow realization that all of the cars in front of you were being directed to pull a U-turn, one-by-one, and head back down the block away from the garage. The drivers of the redirected cars coming towards you looked frustrated, to put it mildly.

As you slowly crept towards the front of the line, you realized the problem was bigger than you thought — it wasn’t just the crowd of people in hard hats, or the cones blocking off the entrance. There was a spout of water reaching into the sky, 30 or 40 feet high, coming from the hydrant right in front of your garage entrance, hidden by the trees lining the sidewalk to either side. You sighed and closed your eyes. It was pretty clear you weren’t getting in there today. 

You were definitely going to be late.

The driver in front of you began to pull their U-turn, and you finally saw the man directing this mess. In your mind he slotted right into the stereotype of a construction worker: dark jeans, flannel shirt, and orange reflective vest, topped off with a hard-hat and sunglasses. You barely noticed any of his features otherwise. You took another deep breath as you rolled down your passenger-side window. He didn’t step closer, so you leaned into the passenger seat and tried to make eye contact. He started to motion for you to turn around before you could even open your mouth but you pressed onwards.

“Any chance of getting into the parking garage?” You knew it wasn’t likely, but you had to ask. Leaned uncomfortably over the middle console, your voice came out a little more strained than you intended, so you tried to smile to lighten your tone. It felt more like a grimace. He was already shaking his head before you finished talking. 

“S-” his voice came out raspy, and he cleared his throat. You figured he’d probably told at least a hundred people to turn around already this morning.  “Sorry, ma’am. There’s an issue with the water line, no one’ll be able to drive through here for the rest of the day, most likely.” His explanation sounded rote, like he’d come to expect a bad reaction. You couldn’t tell if he was even looking at you at all behind his sunglasses.

You closed your eyes and took a long, slow breath. “Do you know where we might be allowed to park, since we can’t get in?” You tried to ease the frustration from your tone — the unexpected geyser wasn’t this guy’s fault, after all.

He nodded, shifting his weight from one foot to the next. “They’re redirectin’ everyone to the South Garage.” He gestured and opened his mouth to say something else, but one of the cars behind you honked before he could.

“Sorry,” you said, leaning back into your seat and starting to turn. “Let me get out of the way.” You didn’t even glance back as you drove away, putting him out of your mind. Of course, it had to be the South Garage, you thought as you somewhat viciously turned on your right blinker at the end of the block. The South Garage was the farthest from your office and would take you about 20 minutes to walk from. Getting sweaty in your work clothes was always terrible, and the idea of it was threatening to turn your already mediocre-at-best morning into one of those mornings after all. And now you were definitely not going to have time to do any work before you had to rush off to teach your first class.

Ugh. You were going to be so late.

…

By the time you parked, gathered your bag and your coffee, and hiked all the way back to your building, you were a mess. Sweat was dripping down the small of your back and you knew your hair did not look like it had when you left the house this morning. You tried to remember if you’d replaced your office deodorant when you ran out last month — maybe? Shit. You hoped so. 

You crossed the final path on the quad in front of your building, looking left down the sidewalk as you turned right to head towards the steps. You had no excuse, later, for not looking where you were going — just the relief of finally reaching your office clouding your mind and blocking out your surroundings.

At first you could only register two feelings: the sudden impact of running into something firm, and the unpleasant sensation of lukewarm liquid splashing down the front of your body. Without thinking you reached forward and grasped whatever you’d run into to hold yourself steady. You blinked. Looking down, you realized that yes, your coffee, which you had gone out of your way to get after your coffee maker broke despite how late you were, was no longer in the cup. It was all over you, splashed down the front of your white blouse. You blinked again. 

Looking up, your eyes traveled across the torso of a very tall man whose (miraculously dry, coffee-free) shirtfront you held bunched in your fist. You took in his dark jeans, flannel shirt, broad shoulders, and scruffy beard, briefly glanced at his tousled brown hair, and finally, met his warm brown eyes. Somewhere distant in the back of your mind you registered that this guy was hot. Like, mind-blowing, turn-your-spine-to-liquid hot. Exactly your type hot. 

You opened your mouth to say something but he beat you to it.

“You alright there, darlin’?” As he asked, he steadied you with a hand on the arm holding your now useless coffee cup. You might have been distracted by the endearment, or even the accent, if you hadn’t recognized his voice. That voice. 

In your defense, spilling your coffee all over yourself was the final straw that tipped your morning from mediocre to actually awful. You could feel the heat climb up your spine and rise in your cheeks. 

“You!” The word ripped itself from your throat before you consciously thought it. The volume almost made you wince. “Parking garage guy!”

He looked taken aback for a moment, before nodding. “Yeah, suppose that’s me.”

Your fist clenched more tightly around his shirt without you consciously noticing. “This is your fault!” If possible, he looked even more taken aback. “Do you know how far away the South Garage is from this building? Do you see the state of my shirt?” Your voice was reaching a pitch that your best friend Beth sometimes referred to as “channeling your mother” and you tried to take a deep breath to rein it in. 

The man tilted his head at you and squinted a bit. “I am sorry about your shirt, darlin’. Didn’t mean to run into you, but you came around that corner like a rocket.” On another day you might have found this charming, but today it just added to your ever-growing mountain of small annoyances. It set you off again.

“Oh, so it’s my fault? You’re the one that made me so late I had to basically run to get here!” You took a breath. Ok, you needed to get inside. You really were channeling your mother if you were starting to blame people for things that didn’t even make sense. “Wait. I mean—” You started, planning to try and regain some footing in this conversation, maybe walk that back or even apologize, but he interrupted you.

“Nothing I can do about the water line.” He looked at you, and then looked down at where your hand was still fisted in his shirt. When he met your eyes again he had what could have been a smile but looked to you like a smirk hinting around his mouth. “Can I buy you a new coffee, at least? To make up for it?”

You forced your hand to let go and stepped back from him. Your shirt shifted unpleasantly as it clung to your chest where it was still soaked with coffee. “Um, no. That’s, that’s ok,” you muttered, not sure why he’d want to buy you coffee after you’d just yelled at him on the street. You cleared your throat and opened your mouth again, to say what, you didn’t know, but once more he beat you to it.

“Um,” he started, clearly trying to bite down on a smile and looking very intently into your eyes. Like he was trying not to look elsewhere. “You’ll probably want to change before class, I guess.” You looked down, taking in the damage now that you had put some space in between your bodies, and realized that your white blouse had become absolutely sheer. Right over your bra. Your lace-covered bra. 

The noise that came out of you at the realization could have charitably been called a squawk. 

Sweaty, coffee-covered, thoroughly done with a day that had barely started, and now flustered because you had basically flashed this man you didn’t know after yelling at him for no reason, you scrambled to cross your arms in front of you. The last, sad bit of your coffee sloshed out of the cup and landed on the sidewalk with a wet slap. 

“Well, I— you— ugh. I have to go.” You closed your eyes and sighed before starting to turn away from him. Out of the corner of your eye you saw his eyes widen as you turned away, and you thought he might have started to say something, taking a step towards you.

Embarrassed, you didn’t wait around for him to find out what it might have been. You started walking briskly towards the door to your building, already trying to remember if you had a random t-shirt somewhere in your office from some campus event or other. Anything you could wear. Maybe from that Creative Writing Club event last month? As you opened the door, you glanced back at where he’d been, unable to keep yourself from glancing at him one more time. He was standing right where you’d left him, now facing you, clearly watching you go. You took in the shape of him and struggled against the knowledge that this was the hottest man you’d seen in months, maybe years, and you’d just made an utter fool of yourself in front of him. 

You met his eyes once more and this time, he did smile at you. You felt your cheeks start to heat again and you tore your gaze away from his. If you were lucky, you’d never see him again, anyway — it didn’t matter how hot he was. He was probably just a contractor. What are the odds he’d even be on campus again, after the water line issue was fixed? You shook it off and started down the hall towards your office. Never mind whatever he was doing outside of your building.

You had a t-shirt to find. And a class to teach.

…

you (9:26 AM): [picture of a coffee covered white blouse, flopped on the carpeted floor of your office]

bestie (9:35 AM): shit (9:35 AM): wtf happened to you

you (10:32 AM): I ran into, and I mean LITERALLY ran into, the hottest man I’ve ever seen and spilled my coffee EVERYWHERE

bestie (10:33 AM): 😭💀 (10:33 AM): did you get a pic

you (10:35 AM): of the guy??? (10:35 AM): no I did not ask the random hot man who witnessed me pour coffee on my shirt if I could take his picture

bestie (10:36 AM): ok but how hot was he for real

you (10:38 AM): 😵‍💫 he was exactly my type, Beth (10:38 AM): like, could not have imagined him better myself (10:39 AM): he had a BEARD and an ACCENT and SHOULDERS

bestie (10:40 AM): shit (10:40 AM): I mean how bad could it have been, really

you (10:41 AM): my shirt was completely TRANSPARENT (10:41 AM): he could see my BRA (10:42 AM): and I yelled at him that it was his fault in that tone, you know the one

bestie (10:43 AM): 😬 you didn’t

you (10:43 AM): I did 😫

bestie (10:44 AM): ok well what did he do

you (10:44 AM): he offered to replace my coffee and I ran away

bestie (10:45 AM): 🤦🏽‍♀️

you (10:45 AM): shut up ok I know (10:46 AM): he pointed out my shirt ~issue~ and I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life ok

bestie (10:47 AM): well if you see him again don’t yell at him next time

you (10:48 AM): I don’t think I will I think he’s just some construction guy. I don’t know if he works here (10:48 AM): and anyway if I see him again I’m running the other way and hiding

bestie (10:49 AM): sure (10:49 AM): I totally believe that next time you see Hot Construction Guy you’ll run away (10:49 AM): absolutely

you (10:51 AM): shut up

…

You sent the same picture of your sad blouse to Ellie and she just replied with a laughing emoji, five skull emojis, a coffee emoji, and a thumbs down. You smiled and headed out the door to your class.

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a/n: see you next Friday for chapter 2! update: I changed the formatting for the texts, I think it reads better? prev | next

note about reader: in this fic you’re a college professor, vaguely of English literature and poetry. You like live music, you like to read, and Ellie is your niece. You have a best friend named Beth, a sister who is having a rough time, and a difficult mother. I’ve avoided physical descriptions and most clothing descriptions, except when plot-relevant. You are vaguely shorter than Joel. No age is specified, but I imagined 36-year-old Joel here (and 14-year-old Sarah), and most English PhDs wouldn’t get to this type of position until they were 28 or 29 at the earliest, even if they went to grad school right out of undergrad. So you can imagine reader any age from there to mid-30s, or whatever you want, really. 

hope you're ready for a long fic! we're at 80k and i'm finishing the edits on the rest.

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[lnfours]

inclinations (seven) | l.n

summary: a story told in two parts: summer and autumn. summer held the whirlwind romance that came crashing down too soon. autumn brought the repercussions of young love and learning how to fall in love all over again.

au: childhood friends to lovers, uni!au

warnings: WE’RE BACK!! something’s cooking w flo 🫣, loads of fluff, not so secret pining, anticipation and being unsure of how to tell someone to stay without actually saying it.

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the sun was officially set now, the sky dark as you sat in the passenger seat of the mclaren. the windows were down, the night breeze whisking your hair around as the music played softly through the speakers.

you had missed this, missed this part of summer. it was like something had been missing the past couple of years, but in reality, it was just him. he was the one who had been missing.

your phone buzzed in your lap, reading the text as it popped up on your lockscreen.

flo

sos!! need ur help!!

you furrowed your eyebrows, typing back a response.

y/n

with…?

flo

i have a boy coming over and i need you to keep lando out

y/n

and how do you expect me to do that?

flo

literally just make something up. you know he’d do anything for you

he’d do anything for you.

y/n

okay, okay. for how long?

flo

an hour… or two 🫣

y/n

FLO

flo

PLEASE

y/n

fine. you owe me

you locked your phone, chuckling softly to yourself and shaking your head.

“what’s up?” lando asked, stopping at the red light. you turned to look over at him.

“nothing,” you said, “uhm, do you wanna go back to mine for a little while? watch a movie or something?”

he nodded and sent you a smile, “sounds good, yeah.”

you smiled back over at him as he made the left hand turn onto your street. he parked the car outside, the both of you getting out as he followed you inside.

you unlocked the door and pushed it open, “my parents are probably out with yours.”

he chuckled, “yeah, they mentioned something about a winery to me earlier. guess they’re still there.”

you jogged up the stairs, him following behind you, “wouldn’t be surprised, honestly,” you chuckled, “do you remember that night they spent, like, 7 hours at the bar?”

his eyebrows rose, “oh my god, yeah! i forgot about that!” he laughed softly, “they didn’t even drink the whole time, they just spent time catching up and talking.”

you nodded, “i think we were 13? 14? something like that,”

“yeah, something like that,” he sat down on the bed as you kicked off your shoes, grabbing a pair of sweatpants to change into. he looked around the room, smiling as he grabbed the picture from your nightstand, “you still have this?”

you spun around to look at what he was talking about, seeing the picture of the two of you together from years ago. the both of you were dressed in your graduation caps and gowns, smiling for the picture.

“yeah,” you breathed out, “the year my mom made me bring my cap and gown so we could get pictures with you guys.”

“and because you were doing it, my mom made us do it,” he laughed softly, “i’m glad i’ve hit puberty since then.”

you snorted softly, “yeah, now you’ve probably got models tripping and falling into your dms.”

he shrugged, putting the picture back down, “not really what i’m looking for, anyway.”

you squealed internally as you searched your closet, pulling out a hoodie and another pair of sweatpants for him. you tossed them his way, “if you wanna change.”

he nodded, “thanks,” he examined the hoodie, the color being a little too familiar for him. upon further examination, he smiled, “you still have this, too?”

you turned back from the doorway to your bathroom, him holding up an old hoodie of his you had snagged off of him during one of the beach bonfires.

“guess so,” you smiled, “might still smell like bonfire.”

he laughed, bringing it to his nose. instead of the bonfire smell, he was introduced to the smell of your laundry detergent and your perfume. his heart clenched, shaking his head before speaking, “nah, smells good.”

you chuckled softly, closing the door to the bathroom before changing into the sweatpants and hoodie you had grabbed for yourself. you checked over your reflection in the mirror, fixing your hair and checking yourself over. once you were satisfied, you opened the door.

he was in the hoodie and sweatpants now, folding his clothes over the desk chair that sat in the corner of the room. you made your way over to the bed, sitting down and grabbing the remote before he joined you.

“what kind of movie do you want to watch?” you asked, hugging your left knee to your chest. he laid on his side, head resting on his hand as he shrugged.

“anything new you recommend?”

you hummed, “not really,” you made the mistake of looking over at him, your eyes meeting his. the same shades of blue with specks of green you had fallen for years ago. he was so close to you that you could almost feel the warm breath fanning your face. you swallowed, breathing out a soft response, “you?”

his head shook, his eyes dancing across your face as he took in the facial features you had grown into. you had always been beautiful to him. in the setting sun, when you just wake up, when your hairs a mess of because of the ocean. even when your cheeks are littered with tears and he’s thinking about punching the guy who upset you, he still thinks you’re beautiful.

“nothing interesting, anyway.”

you licked your lips nervously, trying to fight the urge to lean in and press your lips against his. you wanted him to make the first move, wanted him to want you just as much as you wanted him.

“y/n,” he mumbled your name, pulling you back down to earth, “i have something to tell you-“

you were anxiously awaiting was he was going to say before the sound of your phone buzzing interrupted. you sighed, leaning over and checking the notification on the lockscreen.

flo

okay you’re good now

i owe you!

you locked your phone, turning back to the man sitting next to you. you smiled softly in an apologetic way, “sorry,”

he shook his head, a smile on his face letting you know it was okay, “‘s okay. anything important?”

you shook your head, “‘s just flo, she can wait,” you said, “what were you saying?”

“no, it’s okay,” he said, “should probably get back before she thinks i’m missing.”

you nodded, mentally cursing your best friend as you watched him sit up off the bed. you were so close. so close to something you’ve been dreaming about since you were a kid, so close to having everything you wanted.

as you watched him grab the clothes off the desk chair, you held the mental debate with yourself. was it a good idea? probably not. did you really want this? absolutely.

he reached the door to your bedroom, but you caused him to freeze when you said his name, “lando, wait,”

he turned back around and you caught the little glimmer of hope in his eyes. or that’s what you thought it was anyway as you approached him.

“i, uhm,” you couldn’t back out now, “i had a really good time tonight.”

he smiled softly, “me too.”

you didn’t know what to say now, nerves washing over your body as you met his eyes, “good,”

he chuckled, “you alright? you look nervous.”

little did you know he was nervous, too. he just had a better front put up than you, “yeah, no, i’m okay, just tired.”

he nodded, “i’ll give you back your clothes after i run them through the wash.”

you shook your head, “keep ‘em, they’re yours, anyway.”

you didn’t want him to leave, but you didn’t know how to get him to stay.

“i’ll see you tomorrow? for brunch?” he asked, the annual brunch between your families totally escaping your mind until now.

you nodded, “see you tomorrow.”

“good night, y/n.” he smiled once again.

“good night, lando.”

he walked out the room, his footsteps echoing down the hall as he got further and further. you sighed, running your hands through your hair as you turned away from the door. you were so close. why couldn’t you have just told him?

you didn’t hear him turn around in the hallway, didn’t hear him toss the clothes on your bed. you jumped when he grabbed your arm, turning you towards him.

“fuck this,” he mumbled, pulling you into him as he cupped your face with his hand. your heart was beating so fast it was a shocker he couldn’t hear it as he pressed his lips to yours. you kissed him back quickly, your lips moving in sync. your hands had found their way to his hair, fingers tangling in his curls.

he pulled away from you, resting his forehead against yours, “this is a bad idea, isn’t it?”

“probably,” you breathed, “but i’ve wanted this for too long to care.”

“glad we’re on the same page,” he said, kissing your lips again. you smiled into the kiss, his teeth gently nibbling at your lower lip before his tongue slipped in.

you giggled softly when his head dipped to the space between your collarbone and jaw, curls tickling your cheek as he peppered kisses against the skin.

“lando,” you breathlessly said his name as he backed you up against the bed, your back hitting the mattress as you pulled him down with you. he hummed against your skin before you continued, “you’re all i ever wanted.”

he smiled, love filled eyes meeting yours, “you’re all i ever wanted, too.”

[justangelheree]

step on me- matt sturniolo

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warnings: heartbreak, insecure thoughts, crying, panic attack, use of drugs/alcohol, kissing, a little bit of “smut” ig, arguing, cursing, use of y/n. not proof read! this is for my soft girls.

summary: reader is in love with matt but would never tell him. when matt kisses another girl will she snap?

anytime i’ve every tried to make a move on matt or give him hints his mind is on another topic. i don’t want to step my boundaries when he’s working on himself. my mental health would make his worse and i would never want to do that to him.

so i kept my distance but lately he’s been flirting with me making little comments about what i had on. i was getting ready for a meeting an he just had to say “wow you look amazing do a spin for me” smiling at him i of course twirled around as my heels clinked the floor. he pulled me in by my waist just looking at me licking his lips.

“matt i have to go i’ll see you when i get back” i said pulling him into a hug. i walked out the door repeating in my mind.

you can’t y/n.

you would ruin him.

just forget about it.

he’d never like someone like you.

now here i am getting ready for a party that he’s going to repeating those same words. i apply my makeup covering my dark circles from the sleepless nights i’ve had. i finished my makeup putting on lipgloss as i walk to closet choosing what to wear.

do i go casual with just a black dress? my eyes wondered around my closet grabbing a black lacy top, a leather skirt, some tights, and a black jacket. i slipped my clothes on looking at myself. all i see is person who isn’t me. why am i trying to impress him?

i sigh as i unlock my phone scrolling through tiktok and instagram. i get a call from nick that they were there to pick me up. my stomach dropped forgetting matt was driving me. i took a deep breath in saying back into the phone that i’ll be right out.

i put my boots on as i walked outside my house and locking the door behind me. i was met with nicks smile as i got in the back seat. “hey guys what’s up” i spoke softly as i put my seatbelt on. “nothing much just been chilling all day” chris answered as i nod my head. “i’m just got super tired i don’t know why” i groan. matt looked back to me in the mirror as he said “you alright” i gave him a smile nodding my head once again. “okay let’s go!” nick said tapping matt’s arm.

the whole car ride was filled with jamming out to song after song. i knew a few but some of them i didn’t know that i was for sure going to be adding to my playlist. i tried to ignore the stare i was getting everything we were at a red light. whether it was through the mirror or him turning his head to talk to one of his brothers but i just couldn’t keep my eyes off him. i never can.

as we arrived to the party there was already people doing every drug in the book. matt found somewhere to park once again looking at me for far to long. my thoughts were cut off as nick told me to come on as he opened my door. i groaned as i hopped out.

i was hit with the smell of weed as i walked through the door. i smiled to myself as i said bye to the boys an i made my way to the liquor. i started making myself a vodka and sprite swaying my hips a little to the music in the background.

i sipped my cup thinking i had to get my mind off matt. i found a fine ass man leaning against the wall as i down my drink an walk over to him. “wanna dance” i questioned. “sure baby” he answered as i grabbed his hand and brought him to where everyone was dancing at.

my back was now against his chest my hand reaching behind me for his neck as i moved my hips against him. his hands on my hips wrapping around my waist. i moan as he runs his hands up my torso to my boobs. he slightly laughs as he puts his head in my shoulder kissing as i tilt my head to the side.

i look to the side as i am met with those pretty blue eyes i was avoiding all night. his look is something i’ve never seen before, jealousy shaming me from his eyes to mine. the man i was dancing with now had became someone i needed to get away from.

as the song ended i pull away from him as i spoke “it was amazing dancing with you but i have to go find my friends” i walked away groaning. once again making another drink putting more alcohol than i need. why am i freaking out like i just cheated? i’m not even with him.

i grab the whole bottle of tito’s sipping it as i walk outback. i sit down on a chair pulling out a cigarette lighting it with the lighter from my pocket. “you look like you’re going through a tough time” i look up to see who it was. “chris why do you always have to care so much?” i spoke taking a hit from my cigarette.

“because i can tell you’ve made some bad decisions tonight since you have a whole bottle of alcohol and you’re smoking” he sighed sitting to me. i knew when he started conversations like this i would have to tell him what’s wrong. “well first i was dancing on a dude who i don’t even like. second your brother never wants to make up his mind an it’s driving me crazy.” i said throwing the end of my cig on the ground smashing it with my shoe.

he wrapped his arms around me hugging me. “i’m sorry i know how he gets y/n.” he spoke softly as i smiled. his eyes wondered as he gasped covering my eyes with his hand. “i don’t want you to die from drinking so much so please don’t look.” he stated. “chris what the fuck are you talking about let me see” i ripped his hand of my eyes looking where his eyes were.

“oh my god i think im gonna throw up” i said as i tried to move but i couldn’t eyes glued on to matt kiss some girl. one hand on her waist and the other on her face kissing her with passion. i felt my stomach turn as i shook my head grabbing the bottle and trying to get away asap. “y/n wait!” chris yelled after me as he got up. thoughts wouldn’t stop running through my head.

why did i dance with that guy.

is that why matt kissed her?

was he jealous?

y/n he would never like you that’s why he kissed another girl.

my breath going in and not coming out as i put a hand on chest trying to calm myself down as tears ran down my face. how could i be so stupid? i was now against a wall in a hallway of a house i don’t know throwing my head back panicking because i couldn’t breath. until i felt a pair of arms wrap around me. “it’s okay. please breath y/n. just breath” chris said.

i fell to floor him catching me. “chris i can’t.” i spoke softly crying against him. “can’t what? talk to me it’s just us.” he said rubbing my back. “i can’t live knowing i’m in love with matt, i’m so sorry because i know that’s your brother and you’re supposed to be there for him.” i whispered pulling away an sitting against the wall.

he slides to me making sure i’m okay. “why does he have to walk all over me?” i question putting my face in my palms. “maybe because he’s an idiot” he quietly laughs. “go find him. talk to him. set him straight” he encouraged me. “thank you chris i don’t know what i would do without you” i say giving him a hug and getting up.

i walked into every room, every corner, every hallway, but no matt. until he was right behind me calling my name. i froze, i wanted to talk to him but now i don’t think i want a answer to any of my questions. i turned around as i was face to face with the man who’s messing with my head.

“we need to talk” we both spoke to each other. i nodded grabbing his hand bringing him to a empty room. “chris said you wanted to talk to me” he said sitting on the bed infront of us. “why do you act like this?” i asked bluntly. “like what y/n.” he answered with confusing.

“like you want to kiss me one moment then you want to kiss another girl the other. god how could i be so stupid.” i say raising my voice. matt didn’t said anything just looked down. “i hate to say this but you’ve taken control of my mind matt! you’re spinning inside my head every second i breath. i have to distract myself with boys who will never compare to you!” i spoke pushing my finger into his chest.

“y/n please..” i cut him off speaking again.

“you have ahold of my heart an you can squeeze every drop of blood out of it but please don’t tell me you don’t feel anything between us!” my voice getting louder. “y/n!” he yelled. i stepped back from him.

“god you don’t get it do you? you’re the only girl i want. that girl meant nothing to me! just seeing you with someone who isn’t me mad me jealous.” he spoke pulling me in between his legs. “jealous?” i questioned looking down at him. “yes. just seeing another guy look at you makes me angry and i am so sorry that i kissed her i promise i don’t want her.” he said rubbing the back of my thighs.

“i’m sorry too matt. i should have never danced with that guy when all i wanted was you.” i sighed grabbing his chin so his eyes meet mine. “i love you okay don’t you forget it” he almost whispered to me. “i love you more than life itself matt.” i whisper back putting his face in my hand.

“can you kiss me?” he asked looking up at me with almost doe eyes. i nodded my head leaning down connecting our lips. he pulled my legs so i was sitting on his lap not breaking the kiss.

matt sturniolo was going to ruin me.

a/n: arm guys this was so bad but i hoped you enjoyed! my next 3 fics will be requested matt smuts so get your horny asses ready!

as always i🤍u.

[resowrites]

Always You - oneshot (request).

Summary: When Henry bumps into his childhood best friend on the way home for the holidays, it appears they’ve both been keeping secrets from each other…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x reader

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, language, banter/british humour, mention of relationship difficulties, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 2281

A/N: My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Always You - oneshot (request).

She pulled into the parking lot with a mixture of relief and apprehension. It had been a long drive, and although she was glad to finally be home, she knew this Christmas would be an awkward one, to say the least. The one guest everyone was expecting to be joining her had gone to be with their own family and so she dreaded the questions she knew everyone would have. Then there was Henry. She hadn't seen him in over six months, not since that uncomfortable garden party her brother threw for her last birthday. She said she was fine with people bringing guests but she never expected Henry to bring her. All long legs and billowing hair, to say his fiancee was beautiful would be like calling the sun hot. She was stunning. And incredibly successful too. She went the whole day with a lump in her throat as she watched the two of them swooning at each other. Yet six months on they still hadn't tied the knot. But she didn't dare hope anything had happened between them.

Besides, she'd accepted that nothing was ever going to come of her feelings for Henry. If he liked her back she would have known by now. He wasn't exactly the shy and retiring type and so she'd concluded he just didn't love her the way she loved him. She sighed and slammed the car door shut, sending a flurry of snowflakes into her eyes. And yet her mind was still on him. They hadn't spoken since the garden party but she knew he was coming home for Christmas. Probably with his fiancee in tow. She swallowed and stepped over the threshold of the shop. The smell of roasted coffee beans and the gentle hum of Christmas music instantly calmed her nerves. She kept reminding herself that it was still good to be home, a relief to have a break from work and the usual hustle and bustle of everyday life. But why didn't it actually feel that way? She was so deep in thought that she didn't hear the cashier repeat their request for her order. "She'll have a half-fat cap with an extra shot, make it extra hot too." She quickly turned around, knowing instantly who the voice belonged to.

"Henry… I had no idea you were back already." The tall handsome man behind her smiled warmly though his eyes were somewhat hollow. She also noticed he appeared thinner and his hair looked a shaggy mess.

"I literally just arrived. Thought I'd stop in for a coffee before I headed over to my folks. Do you want to join me?" She nodded in a haze, wondering where his fiancée was. Henry gently pushed past her, placed his own order, then took both their drinks over to a quiet corner of the cafe. She primly sat down, feeling rather thrown by their unexpected meeting. But she supposed she had to see him at some point over the holidays. And at least she wasn't with him. Deep in thought once again, she took a sip of coffee and ended up scolding her lip. Henry grinned and handed her a napkin. "Trust you to burn yourself, you never were patient enough to let your food cool down."

"Me?! You're the one who finishes Christmas dinner before everyone else! I'm surprised there's ever any turkey left for anyone else. I remember the year you took both legs, your mother looked fit to kill you!"

"Well at least I don't eat all the brussel sprouts, you keep everyone awake after a plate full of those!" They both laughed and she felt relieved they'd already fallen back into the easy patter they'd shared since they were children growing up on the same street. Their families often spent Christmas together but that tradition faded once they both grew up and left home. She smiled fondly at the memories. "… What are you thinking about?"

"Oh… nothing. Just remembering the time you got a BMX one Christmas but I was the one who rode it all morning--"

"Yeah, you wouldn't give it back even though it had no training wheels so you kept falling off and scuffing it!"

"No, I didn't! The roads were extra slippery that year, that's why I kept falling down. And I never used training wheels!"

"Rubbish! You were ten years old and still couldn't ride a bike!"

"Well, I'm not surprised with you chasing after me all the time! I needed the bike just to get away from you for five minutes!" But he didn't laugh that time, instead, his eyes seemed to cloud over.

"… Can you believe that was over thirty years ago? Where on earth has the time gone?"

"I know. It seems to go faster and faster every year. Anyway, are you… okay? You seem a little tired?" Henry quickly looked down and she instantly regretted mentioning it. "I mean, it's just that I haven't heard from you in a while. How did filming ago, didn't you just get back from a shoot?" This seemed to relax him slightly and he leaned back in his chair.

"Yeah, six months in the Czech Rebulic…"

"God, no wonder you're exhausted. Did… did Georgina go with you?" She didn't know why she'd blurted out such a question and felt her cheeks grow hot. Henry seemed equally embarrassed.

"Uh… no. She had to work." They both then fell into a long silence, each seemingly unwilling to take that line of inquiry any further.

"Well, it's good to see you back anyhow. It's not like I've heard from you lately." He seemed to shrink further into himself.

"Yeah… I… I'm sorry. A lot's been going on. What with filming, I mean." She nodded sympathetically though she wasn't entirely convinced.

"How long will you be back?" At this, Henry seemed to brighten.

"Six months. I don't start shooting again until next summer." Dread suddenly coursed through her stomach.

"… So you'll be getting married in that time, then?" He blinked at her several times.

"Uh, no. I had no plans too." Her brow furrowed.

"But… you're engaged. Haven't you set a date yet?" Henry shifted in his seat.

"Uh… is it okay if we don't talk about this right now? I had a long drive and I'd rather hear about what you've been getting up to." Once again, a pit opened in her stomach.

"Oh, this and that. Nothing exciting, really." She didn't know why she couldn't share the news. Somehow, it just felt wrong.

"Well, how long are you back? I'm surprised the hospital is happy for you to be away even for a single day." She smiled and rolled her eyes.

"You're accusing me of being a workaholic?! And I just happened to have some holidays stored up so I decided to use them in one go." She confidently took a sip of her drink, hoping that she'd managed to sway him. But Henry just shook his head and smiled.

"Whatever you say. Anyway, what are you doing after this? If you want we can both grab a cab to your parent's house. I'm looking forward to your mum's annual gingerbread cake."

"Oh no, that's fine. I drove here. Actually, I have to get a tree first, you're welcome to come with me though if you want?" Why had she asked him? Surely he had other places to be?

"That'd be great." They beamed at each other and spent the next hour and a half finishing catching up. It was like they'd never spent any time apart and it reminded her of why they'd continued to be such good friends in the first place. She silently prayed it would always be that way.

***

"Wow, I didn't realise it had got so late. It'll be dark in the next hour or so."

"Well don't worry, I'll gladly drive." She playfully shoved Henry away from the driver's side door. "Now, remember to check your mirrors…"

"Oh shut up, I'm a far better driver than you!"

"In your dreams, how many times did it take you to pass your test?"

"How is that relevant?!"

"How many times?!"

"… Four." He roared with laughter. "Look, my instructor was a hard arse alright? I'd have passed on the second go if it wasn't for him."

"Not the first?" She pursed her lips. "I'm surprised he didn't pass you the moment you got in beside him…"

"What does that mean?" The smirk disappeared from Henry's face and their earlier awkwardness returned. Eventually, she couldn't stand it any longer and cleared her throat.

"So… who else is gunna be at your parents this year?"

"Only two of my brothers. But honestly, I prefer it that way, it'll only be weird when--" he clammed up, his eyes darting to the floor in the process. She sighed.

"Henry… has something happened between you and Georgina?" She could see the muscles in his jaw grinding away. "Henry?"

"Oh for God's sake, what do you care anyhow?"

"Hey, don't snap at me! You're my best friend, I care about you…"

"Oh yeah, you care so much you haven't spoken to me in months!"

"Well, I don't like to bother you when you're away, I know you're busy--"

"Don't use that as an excuse, you've been slowly backing off ever since Georgina and I got together. Are you threatened by her or something?" Her eyebrows shot up.

"Are you kidding me?! No! But I mean come on, no girlfriend wants the female best friend of her fiancée always hanging around!"

"So you have been avoiding me?"

"… Henry, it's not like that."

"Oh no? Then how come you didn't even tell me about you and Scott?" She slammed on the brakes, causing them to come to a screeching stop. "Good, you can let me out here and I'll walk the rest of the way to my house."

"Henry, don't be ridiculous! We're still miles out--"

"So what? You've made it clear you don't give a fuck about me or our friendship." And with that, Henry pushed open the car door and climbed out. She hurried after him.

"Henry, wait! For God's sake, don't run off, it'll be dark soon!" Henry spun around to face her.

"Then you better get back. After all, you wouldn't want to worry your fiance!"

"Oh, will you please stop being such a child? I told you the reason I didn't tell you, you were busy--"

"I'm always busy, as are you, so it's no excuse. What's the real reason you didn't tell me?" She stood there temporarily dumbfounded. Slowly, she could feel anger rise in her chest.

"Well, why didn't you tell me whatever's happened between you and Georgina? You're the one keeping secrets!"

"Bullshit, and if you'd stayed in touch with me you would have known…" He trailed off, rubbing his forehead with his hand.

"Did you break up?" Henry chewed his lip but said nothing. "I'm so sorry…"

"Save it. All you care about is yourself--"

"That's not true, if you'd told me I would have been there for you. I'd have dropped everything--"

"Well, it's too late for that now!" They stood staring at each other silently as the wind whipped around them.

"… I'm sorry, okay? You're right, I haven't been a good friend. The reason I didn't tell you about my engagement is… is because…" She faded off, unsure exactly how to explain feelings that were both so natural and yet infernally complex. But to her surprise, he'd taken a few steps forwards and was now looking down at her with an expression she couldn't quite read.

"… What were you going to say?" She looked down either side of the road behind them, noting how eerily quiet it seemed to be.

"It's nothing. I, I dunno… I just didn't want things to get any more awkward between us…" A strange look seemed to cloud Henry's face. Almost like he was disappointed.

"You don't have to hide anything from me…" She scoffed and spun around, pacing backwards and forwards as the words came spewing forth.

"Do you even hear yourself? We are not the same, okay? We don't even live the same life anymore!" Henry stood firm.

"Well, what difference does that make?!"

"Why are you pretending it's that simple? For God's sake you're known over the whole world, you can do anything you want, at any time - with anyone!"

"… I'm still me." She stopped and felt a weight crushing her chest.

"I know. It's just… I don't think things can ever go back to the way they were." He looked up at her forlornly.

"But why?! You're my best friend - you mean everything to me!" She could feel tears prickle her eyes.

"Henry, soon you'll have a wife and family of your own--"

"We split up."

"What?!"

"… She accused me of being in love with someone else."

"Why?! Are you?" Henry glanced sideways and swallowed hard. "Oh my God…"

"I wanted to tell you!" She collapsed against the car in disbelief.

"How long have you felt this way?!"

"… Since we were kids."

"WHAT?! And you never thought to tell me?!"

"Well, I thought I'd grow out of it! And besides, when it became clear you didn't feel the same way I--" but he never got a chance to finish. She'd run into his chest and kissed him hard. "I… I don't believe this! Why didn't you tell me?!"

"Because you never made a move! I thought you didn't like me in that way!" They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"… It's always been you. Always."

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[melonba11s]

Psychrocism (Tate Frost/ MC Fanfic)

I am here with another fanfic featuring Tate! I am obsessed with him.

Big thanks to @violaceousatrocity for the idea and brainstorming with me on it!

Contains: Public Sex, Outdoor Sex, Sex during a Blizzard, Consensual sex (Mild Coercion), Oral Sex, Gender Neutral MC, Body Worship, MC sucks on Tates Tits.

You’d arrived at the only grocery store in this small town for just a few essentials, and something to have for dinner. You hadn’t expected to meet the love of your life. Okay you were being dramatic, but he was extremely attractive. 

While walking past the meat department you’d seen him, tall, thick set, huge burly arms and long curly hair. He’d caught you staring and grinned, causing you to blush a vivid red and hurry along your way. 

The store was small though, and there were several times you found yourself glancing back at the meat department… and finding him staring right back, smiling. 

You had to get out of here before you threw yourself over the meat counter and buried your fingers into his soft chest and belly. You didn’t make eye contact with the cashier, remarkably easy since he didn’t seem interested in you either, swallowing back your emotions. 

It was only when you had your few items bagged up and you turned around did you see the state of the weather outside. Yes it had been snowing pretty heavily before, but you’d figured that a quick stop at the store before going home wouldn’t hurt. 

Now everything outside was white, thick, wet snow pelting against the glass. You jumped as a hand curled around your shoulder. 

“Want me to walk you out to your car, Sha?” a deep, gruff voice asked. You whipped around to look up at the owner of the hand, looking up at the butcher. 

“I-I…” you couldn’t find any words, and he began chuckling. 

“Don’t worry, Sha. I just clocked off… I got plenty of time to take care of ya…Name’s Tate, by the way.” He winked, thrumming his fingers across your shoulder. Even if you had been a nun, you would have caught the intent of his words. 

Your breath was stuck in your throat as you nodded, looking him up and down, then finally finding your voice. 

“Y-Yeah… I’d… like that…” You were sweating despite the cold, as the doors opened and Tate led you outside, hand still on your shoulder. It was nearly impossible to see, but you knew where you parked, next to a truck near the store. 

Over the wind, you heard Tate mumble something. You didn’t quite catch it though, and glanced up at him.

“What?” you asked, your voice blown away with a strong breeze. 

“You parked next to me, Sha. Just found it funny.” You gave a nervous laugh, setting down your bags as you made a move to find your keys, open your trunk. You wondered faintly if he’d even fit in your car for a quick fuck, Tate’s hands trailing down your sides to your hips.

And then the wind was slapping against your bare legs. Tate had gotten a grip of your pants and yanked them down in one tug. They had definitely been torn from the force. 

You shrieked, reaching down to pull them back up before you were being lifted in the air. 

“W-Wait! Not out here!” You were quickly shivering, wanting to fight Tate off but at the same time, pressing yourself into his warmth. 

“Don’t worry, Sha, it’s so thick out here no one can see us… And if they hear your screams, maybe they’ll just think it’s a yeti.” Despite your initial fear, you couldn’t help but love the thrill that went up your spine. You’d never fucked out in the open before… 

You grunted as you were set down on the hood of Tates truck, the snow piling up acting as a cushion. You were on your back, and a wave of dizziness hit as your head hung over the side. Any questions you had about why he’d set you down like this though were answered when his cock slapped against your cheek. 

“Get me wet, Sha, or it will hurt like a bitch going in.” Tate’s voice came from somewhere above you. He didn’t need to tell you twice though, your inhibitions were out the door now. 

Opening your mouth, he barely gave you a moment before he shoved himself in. The angle helped you to not instantly choke on him, but the pace he picked up definitely made you gag. But it also just made you drool more, getting him nice and wet like he requested. 

It was still fucking freezing though, you grunted as Tate’s giant hands grabbed your coat and shirt. You let out a grunt around his cock as the sound of fabric tearing hit your ears, and suddenly your chest and stomach were exposed to that knife-like wind too. 

You’d probably care more about that if you didn’t have a thick, perfect cock fucking your throat though, the heat of the moment and your lust was enough to keep you warm for now. 

Soon enough, Tate was pulling out. His cock was dripping from your drool, and he gave a groan of discomfort. Before you could sit up or try to move, he had already spun you around, the shreds of your coat and shirt slid off you and onto the ground. 

The frigid weather meant that your spit had quickly become ice cold on his dick, and you yelped as you felt it rub against your entrance. It wasn’t rubbing for long though, and you let out a gasp as he began to push it in. 

“W-Wait! You’re going too fast!” you began, trying to sit up. The snow underneath you slid, and was soaking your skin, as his cock burled into you. 

“Can’t wait, Sha.” Tate grunted, smirking down at you. “I don’t want my dick to get frostbite. Better just hold onto what you can.” 

Frostbite. That very real threat seemed to jolt something in your brain. You were cold. You were freezing. Fuck, this had been the coldest you’d ever been in your life. It no longer felt cold, it felt like you were on fire. Your teeth were chattering so hard you thought they were about to break. 

Tate though, was looming over you, huge, warm, his cock stuffing you up perfectly. His coat was unzipped, showing off his perfect chest and belly underneath a tight black tank top. 

Your hands flew forward, shoving your icy digits up under that black fabric and pushing it up as fast as you could. If your ice cold fingers shocked him in any way, he didn’t show it, grinning as his chest and stomach were bared for you. 

You pressed yourself against him, moaning both as his cock began to thrust at a breakneck speed and at the warmth he brought. Burying your face into his chest, you wrapped one arm around his wide shoulders, and let the other fall to grab and knead at his fat. 

He was so much larger than you, his breath was hot across the back of your neck, beading up quickly in condensation, which then began to freeze against your skin. 

You couldn’t focus on the cold anymore though, you were too busy, mouthing at his tits. 

“Heh- Yeah, chew on me like you chew on a chicken bone, Sha” Tate grumbled picking up his brutal pace. You were drooling all over him as you latched onto his right tit, beginning to suck on it. Your spare hand leaving his stomach to come up and grab at his left. It was perfect, the world had closed in on just the two of you, the wind whipping around you, the snow freezing to your backside. His cock pounding into you, rubbing against all the right places, wrenching moan after moan from your throat that was still sore from him fucking your face. 

The snow was no longer cold on you, instead it felt like it was burning you up, or perhaps like electricity was coursing through your spine as your moans picked up pace. Just as a gust of wind blew over the both of you, you let out a scream as you came. The wind was so strong though that it felt like it ripped both the yell and your orgasm from you, and just like the wind, it was over way too fast. 

You could only cling to Tate for dear life, panting, as he hilted himself inside of you, feeling his hot cum splash against your insides. That at least, was one more thing to warm you up. 

“Damn that was hot, Sha… You left some pretty good tooth marks on me too.” He was pulling away, and you could see what he meant. Deep indents left on his chest, your nails had left some pretty good scratches on the left side too. You had to wonder if his scars really came from chopping wood and shit, maybe he just fucked a whole lot. 

You were suddenly aware of something painfully obvious though. You were stark naked, only wearing your socks and boots, sitting on the cold metal of Tate’s truck, with a blizzard picking up around you. The full body shudder that went through you, feeling his cum leaking out of you and freezing to your sensitive skin. 

“T-T-T-Ta-” You couldn’t even get his name out, your arms wrapping around yourself in an attempt to keep in body heat you no longer had. 

“Ahahaha, cold, darling? You look positively adorable shivering there… Suppose I should get you warm though.” Tate grinned, his pants already zipped up and shirt pulled back down. 

You watched as he shrugged off his giant, puffy winter coat. It was such a shock to your system, the warmth of it, that it stung as he threw it over you, wrapping you up in it. But it was so huge, it could easily almost cover your entire body. You clung to it, pulling it up to your face, inhaling deeply. 

It smelt like him… You gave a start as the truck started, the engine rumbling underneath you. 

“Come on, Sha. I got your groceries in the back seat, let me take you home for the night… We can keep eachother warm during the storm.” He winked. You should have refused but. You were naked, your clothes torn, and you were exhausted and…. The charm in his smile, the twinkle in his eyes. 

He had you under his spell. You nodded, doing your best to smile through your frozen cheeks as he wrapped his arms around you, again picking you up as if you weighed no more than a bag of… well, groceries. 

The radio in his truck was already playing, through the massive amounts of static emitting, you could hear some old jazz tunes. Tate set you down in the passenger seat, shutting the door. The click of a lock, perhaps it should have made you nervous. 

Instead it only felt like he was locking the cold out, the entire vehicle shaking as he got into the drivers side, shutting out the last of the winter storm with a slam of the door. 

You leaned back, sighing in relief as the heat came on, washing over your bare legs. Everything frozen to you and inside you was melting now, and though the trickling liquid was still mildly uncomfortable, this had to be the comfiest you’d ever been in your life.

“Heh, your cheeks are so dark, darling. Guess Jack Frost kissed ya, eh?... Well, I suppose I’ll have to take those kisses back later.” Tate grinned, his voice gravelly as he began to back out. 

You gave a small grunt of acknowledgement, a thrill of excitement running through you at the thought of what the rest of the night held in store for you. 

Wrapped in his coat, the truck's heat sinking into your skin, wringing out every last shiver, your eyelids began to feel heavy as Tate turned down a small road. The snow forced him to move slowly, the rumble of gravel almost feeling like a massage. 

It wasn’t long before you nodded off, hearing Tate humming along to that static filled jazz.

[harringtons-cupid]

Partying with you - Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

➻Warnings 18+: Kissing, alcohol usage, clit grinding, scissoring.

For @2-manyfandoms21

Robin had seen you around, you had visited the Family Video store often. You mumbled your words as you handed her to video you wanted to rent, she’d flirt with you and enjoy watching you blush.

You knew Steve, your parents having been friends throughout your childhood. Today was Robin’s parents wedding anniversary, Steve had begged Robin to let him take a guest.

He had chosen you.

It was 3pm, you were just adding the last few pieces to your outfit when his maroon BMW beeped outside. Gasping, you grabbed your bag and looked at yourself once more in the mirror.

Nerves flooded through your body as you kissed your mum goodbye, Steve was wearing those horrid block sunglasses that you hated.

He sped through town, mumbling to you about what Robin and her parents were like. Making you even more nervous when the car parked outside her house, he squeezed your hand and smiled before walking with you to the front door.

Robin answered joyfully, throwing her arms around Steve before smiling and extending her hand out for you to shake. Your stomach flipping at the contact of skin, neither of you moved for a second before Steve sighed and pushed past you.

“Hi, I’m Robin” her voice was soft as her eyes stared deeply into you, her smile was pretty.

You stuttered and stated your name, she complimented it making you blush before dropping your hand and inviting you in.

She quickly ushered you into the main living room where crowds of people stood listening to speeches about her parents. You stood shoulder to shoulder with her by the door, watching as many people took their turn to speak.

After a while, Robin grabbed your hand and pushed you out into the hallway, not stopping until you entered the bright and open kitchen.

She gestured for you to sit down as she moved quickly through the cupboard before placing two glasses in front of you.

“It’s a mojito” she popped the word with a smile, taking a sip as her eyes fixated on you.

You whined at the bitterness, making her giggle and lick her lips. She grabbed her hand once more and mumbled “come on”, pulling you upstairs into her bedroom.

Amazed at the sight in front of you, she giggled again and collapsed onto the bed. You followed her and sgared at the ceiling, light seeping through the window. Illuminating her features as you drank through the paper straws, she was rambling about how her room was her “safe place”.

The alcohol had got to you, leaning closer to her. Your faces almost touching, she noticed this and closed the gap. Your empty glasses fell onto the bed as your lips met.

They were soft and familiar, her hands clutched your face as she pushed you on top of her. Your legs straddling her, her hands guiding you as she forced you to grind on her.

The bed was moving softly against the floor as your lips moved passionately together, it was soft and sensual.

Grinding together against your clothes, her soft moans filled your mouth. Your hands felt her features, undoing her dungarees and slipping under it to touch her skin. She shuddered, as your hands touched her nipples.

Her own hands were loosening your trousers, ripping them off your skin with a squeal and a laugh. Until you were both completely naked, the alcohol was making you feel confident.

Her hands firmly placed onto your cheeks as she guided you on her clit, her lips sucking on your nipples. You moaned loudly onto her lips, your clit throbbing against hers as the bed hit heavily against the wall.

Gasping and panting together in her room, the light highlighting your body as she watched you. Turning you on even more, the sounds of your bodies moving together made you groan.

Until you felt your body twitch, she pressed your body harder down onto her clit as she sensed this.

“Cum for me baby” her words were hot against your skin, making you moan pathetically.

You continued to ride her until you felt your body unable to take it, shaking against her.

“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum” you moaned loudly, giggling she covered your mouth.

You came hard over her, her arms held you down on your body as she rode against you until you felt her twitch underneath you.

“You’re so pretty baby, I’m going to cum all over you” she groaned, gasping into your mouth as you felt her cum.

Biting your lip as she whined, riding you until she couldn’t cum anymore. Laughing together you collapsed onto the bed, feeling that the bed had two wet patches from the glasses.

You frantically got up, grabbing the nearest piece of cloth and began dabbing it into the bed.

“Hey, it’s okay baby.” She took the piece of cloth out your hand and kissed down your body.

Taking the glasses with her, she placed them on her bedside table. Turning you around and kissing your lips, groaning as she began to push you back onto the bed.

A soft knocking on her bedroom door pulled you both out of your lust, Robin laughed and placed a finger to your lips.

“Who is it?” Her voice was slightly panicked, winking at you.

“It’s Steve” his voice was loud against the door.

She motioned for you both to get changed as she kissed you once more, her laugh vibrated against your lips.

“Okay, one second” her voice was frazzled as she jumped into her dungarees, watching as you got changed with her.

Tidying your hair as you sat on the bed, picking up on the closet book to you and began to read as she allowed Steve to enter.

His eyebrows raised as he looked between you both, laughing as he began to figure out what had just happened.

“So, we’re all going to pretend nothing happened here?” Still laughing, he move to sit between you both.

Watching as you both made eye contact with each other and Robin shrugged. Biting her lip to hide her amusement.

You stayed in her room together until it began to get dark and the rest of the guests had disappeared.

“Do you fancy going to watch a film?” Robin’s voice piped up, leaning backwards behind Steve to look at you.

Steve nodded and looked at you.

“Uh, all of us? Sure” you were hesitant at first but Robin’s hand reached behind you and stroked your back.

“Guys! Do you have to do that when im sat between you both?” He spoken pretending to be grossed out.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have sat right in the middle of us” Robin shrugged and winked at you.

Robin collected her things as you and Steve made your way to his car, the street lights light up her features as she walked to meet you.

Opening the back door for you before walking around to sit next to you, her hand on your thigh as Steve drove you.

You didn’t think that you would have made so much progress with Robin in just one night but you were very happy that it did happen.

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

I know you've been getting a lot of male reader requests and I'm so sorry to add on to it-

Could I request a fic where Jason is bullying reader about being "Eddie's boy" or something like that and Eddie gets protective and possessive?

Maybe some smut with rough but loving Eddie? Eddie's absolutely wrecking the reader but still being the sweetheart that he is

Hi! I'll be happy to do my best.

I'm building off a continuation of this blurb, "Teach Me How to Love You" and combining it with another request:

Can you do an Eddie x Male Reader smut where the reader teases Eddie all day in school which makes him really horny. Then as soon as school ends Eddie quickly drags the reader to his trailer and things just go from there. (Sub/bottom reader btw). thank you!

The goal is to try and keep myself from burnout and honor the requests that come in at the same time. Thanks for understanding. Reader is 18.

Eddie Munson x Male Reader.

CW: 18+ Content (Smut--Handjobs and blowjobs specifically)

Feel free to look through my masterlist here!

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Perhaps it was also naive to think that wearing your tightest jeans was just a coincidence on the day that you and Jason had to present your scene. The entire time, while glancing between your piece of paper and the classroom, you stole glances to Eddie. When you two caught gazes, you'd smile and Eddie would send you a wink. But then his eyes would drop down to the front of your jeans and when you turned to the side, he'd tilt his head just a little to catch a side view of your ass.

At the end, after the class finishes their clapping, you lean a bit of your chair to Eddie's seat, sliding a note onto the corner of his desk. Ms. Barlowe is much too distracted by her praise to notice the pass.

You are being so obvious. Perhaps I should get you a bucket.

Eddie scoffs when he reads it, flipping you bird. You laugh, turning back into your seat to face the front as the next pair goes up to the front to talk about the scene they translated and perform it. But the entire time you're staring at pairs, you can feel Eddie's stare boring in the side of your head.

"My place?" Eddie asks at the end of the day, fingers tracing over your palm.

"I have to get my mom from work. I've got the only working car right now."

Eddie nods, understanding the necessity of your part. "Just call when you get back home, yeah? Wanna make sure you're safe."

"Absolutely." You kiss his cheek, aware of the setting though the parking lot is full, most people are too focused on themselves to quite notice. You don't want to push it though.

Eddie opens your car door and closes it once you're situated inside. You roll down the window, through which Eddie leans in. "Still coming to the show tomorrow?"

"I wouldn't dream of missing it. Not with my man performing."

Eddie grins, head lolling gently to the side. "Oh, say that again."

"In your dreams, Munson. But seriously, I gotta go."

"Yeah, yeah, drive safe," he states, stepping away from the car and letting you back out of the spot. Eddie watches until your headlights are just ghosts of themselves before he climbs into the van and starts towards Gareth for band practice. He'd offered his plan as interim and for post practice originally, hoping to get more than just a kiss on the cheek. And if Eddie had anything to do with it, he would.

You seem to make it your life's mission to find every possible piece of distracting clothing and to wear it for Eddie the entire week. When it's not the jeans, it's the tight muscle tee that you wear, Corroded Coffin's logo etched into the front of it with fabric paint, or the button up shirt that most definitely should've been button up more to hide away your chest, but none of the teachers stopped you, or the cologne that isn't one Eddie's noticed you wearing before but smells absolutely fucking delicious. When it's none of that, it's the rings you unearth from where in your closet. Rings were Eddie's thing. And that he didn't want to sharing things, but he takes notes of the way you purposefully talk with your hands more with the rings, like you want to bring attention to them.

And the entire week, because your mom's car is still down, Eddie can't have you. He can't sit you on his lap, can't tug and pull you to a release in his fist like he wants and while it's literally had him rubbing one out nearly every night in the shower, Eddie can be a patient man when he wants to be.

Because Friday night you are all his. Your mother's car is fixed and returned Thursday evening and though Eddie has Dungeons and Dragons to head, there's nothing else that can get in the way.

That is until Jason's pestering comes to a head. He'd been on your ass since you two got assigned as partners and managed to get cordial enough to actually ace the project. However, the days post the presentation, he'd found every reason to corner you.

Today, a rather dry and crisp morning, Jason finds you leaning against the hood of your car, arms folded over your chest as you wait for Eddie. "Oh, are you missing your master? Sitting here like a lost fucking puppet." A slur follows it and you really and truly only want to turn away from him.

He'd gone from bumping you in the hallways, to openly mocking you when you weren't with Eddie. The less you gave in, the harder he tried to get a reaction. Today wouldn't be any different for you.

"You deaf? You hear me talking to you?" Jason hollers. Spit flies off the end of his lip.

You say nothing, staring at him and the crew that's assembled. It would be four against one and if you managed to get a good hit on two of them, the other two would be on your ass in a heartbeat. You're no fool, even if you can feel the tick of your own jaw.

"I'm talking to you," Jason huffs. "Ain't anybody ever tell you it's rude not to talk when someone's talking to you."

"You're yelling. You're not talking."

"You're a fucking freak who's fucking a freak and it's vile," he spits.

"Did Chrissy not put out? Or is it your time of the month?" you return. You hate to bring her into this--Chrissy's always been nice to you. But you know it's going to crawl under Jason's skin and eat him alive. The two of them had been on the rocks. Everyone could see it.

And like a match only needs gasoline Jason rushes you, hands tightening around the collar of your t-shirt. "The fuck did you say to me?"

"I don't think I need to repeat myself," you laugh.

"Hey!"

The call interrupts Jason's wild gaze and when he looks over, he spots Eddie rushing over. Eddie shoves past Patrick, who truly is the meeker of the group. How Sinclair could ever want to get in with the likes of them is beyond Eddie and though it pissed him off, Sinclair and yet to miss a campaign session so Eddie would let it slide until it became a problem. And Sinclair's not a problem, not someone Eddie thinks could be easily poison but Jason was a toxic cloud and strong enough to take almost anyone under.

Jason's grip loosen around your shirt and you swat at his hands. He steps away as Eddie steps between your body and his. "What kind of problem do we have here?" Eddie asks.

Jason grins. "Looks like we've got a freak problem right now. What do you say boys?"

You push up from the hood of the car. It's four against two, still terrible odds, but Eddie's scrappy, you've seen it. And so are you. These are odds you are willing to take and for a fleeting moment, you think the heavens you wore rings today.

You don't know who threw the first punch. It could've been Josh, maybe it was Chance. All you know is that when the gym teachers get involved to break up the fight, your lip may be busted but Josh's eye has seen better day. You're pretty sure Chance as a broken nose. Jason face seems mostly untouched as if he used the other three to shield himself from most of the damage and Patrick's eye and lip are swollen.

You let Mr. Jenkins haul you away, arms going up in defense before you look to find Eddie, who's not even looking at Mr. Polinsky but looking at you. The brawl lands you and Eddie a week of in-school suspension. Two brave witness came to attest that Jason, Chance, Patrick, and Josh instigated the fight but you know the precious Hawkin's basketball team will only get a slap on the wrist in the end.

As you and Eddie leave the principal's office, you notice how thick the silence is between the two of you. You hadn't spoken a word to each other when Eddie came up to intervene and you couldn't really say much as you took fist to your faces and the occasional foot to your rib.

"A beautiful way to start the day, huh?" you tease, nudging at his elbow with your own.

"How long has Jason been antagonizing you?" Eddie ask instead, pulling you of the direction of the nurses office where the two of you were sent with directions to go immediately to the ISS room.

You shrug. "I wouldn't call it antagonizing as much as I would call Jason pathetic."

"He is pathetic. I hate that Sinclair's going to the dark side, but you were severely outnumbered there. How long as he been on your case?"

"A couple of days."

Eddie stares at you, big eyes pleading as you can see the bruises blossoming his face.

"A week," you sigh, casting your gaze down to the ground. "Ever since we presented in English, he's been up my ass."

Your heart drops when you catch sight of the frown on Eddie's face. He speaks before you can ask about it. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"It wasn't like he'd threaten to jump me until today," you defend.

"No, but, like, why didn't you tell me when it first started happening? I could've helped."

You laugh. "You helped today."

"I'm being serious." It leaves Eddie's throat in almost a growl and he's fingers wrap around your chin tip of his thumb gingerly grazing where your lip split.

You wince just a little at the touch. "There were so many other things I had to focus on. I just--I didn't think it was a big deal."

"And now you're handsome little face is bruised to all hell," Eddie sighs. He gets that other things were higher priority for you but damn it hurts worse to see you injured.

"I'm tough," you laugh.

"You are. You've always been, but goddamn, I don't want to have to be."

You watch his face, eyes flickering over the injuries you've noticeably sustained. "Don't look at me like that," you sigh. His eyes ooze with regret and a little bit of sadness. He doesn't look at you like you're fragile, but he he does look at you like the whole world might reside in the expanse of your being. "My heart won't be able to take it," you tease.

Eddie grins, it's short lived, his face no doubt sore too. "C'mon," he states gingerly, hands interlacing with yours and pulling you in the direction of the front doors.

"We have nurse passes and then ISS."

"The school can kiss my ass. No doubt she's not done patching up the airhead jocks."

You continue to trail behind Eddie, glancing every couple of seconds to see if the doors will open again. "They're going to go to the ISS room and we're not going to be there."

"I'll call up to the nurse's office. She'll get our work."

"Don't tell me you used the Munson boyish charm on Mrs. Yeates. Poor sweet Yeates subjected to your wilds is unfair. Her late husband's been dead longer than we've been alive."

Eddie snorts at your taunts. "She's one of the few people left at this school that gives a shit about me. She scratches my back, I scratch hers."

"That--but not like that that, you know?"

"Mrs. Yeates very occasionally buys, most of the time I help her out with stuff around the office or her house."

"The school nurse?" you whisper, finding your keys in your pocket. You're thankful now that they didn't fall out or get trashed in the fight. "Buys? From you?"

"She tips well too," Eddie laughs. "Meet me at my place. You can still see, right?"

You nod. "Yeah, but I should be asking you that?"

"If you see Hopper just floor it. The man loves a good speed chase."

You're not shocked that Eddie would know that. So you leave it be and settle yourself in the driver seat before following Eddie out of the parking school lot.

At his trailer, Eddie hoists you up onto the counter. And it's less he does it all himself, you help, but when he pats the side of the sink, hands running under the water, you slip up onto it and his hands hover to make sure you don't fall.

He's gentle as he dabs off the dried blood. His warning that the cleanser is going to sting comes from softly in his chest and you grip the edge of the counter to keep from jerking away too much at the sting. It's soothed by Eddie's hand along your thigh. "You did good," he praises, flipping through the content of the first aid kit.

He fishes out the ointment, finding q-tips to apply it. The cut on your cheek is cleansed and bandaged too before Eddie works on himself in his reflection. All the while you sit and watch. His eye doesn't look nearly as bad as Josh's but it still doesn't look great. You slip down as Eddie moves to get his cuts bandaged up to find the frozen peas you know are still probably haunting the freezer for these exact purposes. Your knuckles are in great shape, but they'll be okay.

You return to the bathroom to hand the bag over to Eddie. "For your eye," you tell him.

Eddie laughs. "I can't exactly suck you off and hold a bag of peas to my face at the same time."

The brashness catches you off guard, your mouth hanging open like a fish for a moment. "What-what are you talking about?"

Eddie hooks a finger into the collar of your shirt bringing your chest firmly against his. "You have been a goddamn tease this entire week. New cologne."

"It's actually old. I only wear it fancy occasions." That isn't a lie, but it's not fully true either.

"Tight jeans."

"I-I hadn't done laundry yet." Absolutely that one is a lie, but those jeans are usually reserved for the bottom of the barrel for that specific reason. It does help that you had a feeling the outline of your bulge would set Eddie off.

"A button up that wasn't even worthy of the title of shirt considering how many buttons you had undone."

"It gets hot in the school," you defend. And that is true. Once the heat is turned on in the school, it is on and it is boiling hot.

"Rings," Eddie continues to list off.

"Okay, that was on purpose." You'll concede that point but not the others as you enjoy the way Eddie walks you out of the bathroom, pausing to get the peas back into the freezer and then continuing back to his room.

"And that goddamn tight muscle t-shirt Tuesday night."

"The bar gets stuffy, Eds." Another piece of the truth tainted in a tiny bit of a lie. You wouldn't be oblivious to the fact that the muscle tee did show off your biceps and you would, and did, use that to your advantage.

Eddie brings you, not by dragging but by stalking so you walk backwards throughout the trailer to his bedroom, kicking the door close with his foot. "Over my dead body," Eddie laughs. He closes in, like he wants to kiss you but he knows it's going to cause too much pain.

"On the bed. Now."

You debate only for a moment what you're going to do but then turn and walk to the edge of his bed before you sit. The last thing you're going to do is deny him or yourself the pleasure of this experience. Though you weren't sure how far it would or could go given your injuries, you'd take the risk of pushing the envelope.

Eddie crouches down into your space, nose gently bumping over yours. "You had and go get punched, which means in order to spare your pain I can't kiss you properly."

"I didn't ask for it," you retort, intent on keeping the story line straight. Jason had started it but you'd finish it.

"I know. I just need to know though. What will you ask for?" The question is paired with Eddie's hands tugging your shirt up and out of your tucked in jeans.

"You." It's one word that falls from your chest in a whisper but it carries with it everything.

Eddie makes quick work of your t-shirt, discarding it haphazardly to the floor. His fingers skate down your chest, teasing your nipple and you hitch up, a groan knocking at your chest at the sensation. You can feel a throbbing--now the dull ache of your sore face and hard cock mingling together as Eddie disrobes you. His touch is gentle and sure, but his pace is quick. He is tender but he is not wasting time.

You reach out for his bicep as you pushes you back further up on the bed, dull fingernails digging into the flesh and muscle. Eddie laughs at the way you moan out his name. It sounds like music, but Eddie finds glee in the way you melt for him.

"I would apologize for how hasty this is, but I think you're too blissed out to even care," Eddie whispers into the skin of your neck.

"I-" you swallow down part of the moan that works up your throat at the suckle of Eddie's plumps lips. "Fuck, I really don't care."

"Figured as much," Eddie laughs. He kisses down your chest, working your jeans and boxers down too. The sight of you, hard and leaking onto your own stomach makes Eddie's mouth salivate and his own cock to twitch in his pants. "Fuck," he whispers before taking you into his mouth.

You throw your head back, and the throbbing that he'd pushed aside for the moment comes rushing back again so you angle your head down again and huff as the work of Eddie's tongue over you. His free hand keeps tight on your pelvis, pressing you down into the mattress as everything in you wants to rut up into the warmth of his mouth. his spongy tongue runs along the underside of your cock and it makes you see stars.

It's lewd--the sounds Eddie ms making but you don't care as you join in, your groans bursting from your chest. You're not going to last long, not with the way Eddie's tongue and hand are working over you.

You teeter right on the edge before Eddie pulls away firmly. "You fucker," you huff, the last tense edge of your impending orgasm floating away.

"I want to watch you when you cum," he states. It's even and measured no hesitation or uncertainty.

Eddie spits into his hand before grasping you again and he watches, every twitch of your face, every time your jaw goes slack--Eddie watches it all and the blinding edge comes back. You can feel it in your toes.

"Shit." It's all you can muster and his name falls broken just behind it.

"That's it," Eddie encourages. "That's what I want," he smiles, when the first hot spurt hits his hand. "Give me all you've got."

His hand keeps an steady stroke over you and you don't have any air to tell Eddie you can't come anymore, that you have given everything and then he lets go and you think you've plummeted back into the stratosphere all the way down back to Eddie's bed.

The frame creaks and then something warm and soft is against you. You realize now, probably a cloth to clean up the mess you've made. It's not until Eddie returns to the bed, how he brings your naked chest up into his chest--now stripped over the t-shirt he'd put on this morning--that you start to regather your thoughts again.

"Give me five and you're next," you mutter into his chest.

"I'll give you ten so I can ice my eye."

"Sounds perfect."

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Not a Good Place

Fandom: Bad Times at the El Royale, Miles Miller, f!reader

Word Count: 2967

TW: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Reunion, Nightmares, Mentions of Drug Use,

Note: Thank you to @skvatnavle, @green-socks, and @callsign-phoenix for beta reading for me and giving me the encouragement to finish this fic! 💖 I love you guys!

I tried changing up my writing style a little with this one. Also focused more on descriptions and "showing, not telling" so I would love to know what people think!

As your car rolled to a stop in the parking lot, you looked up at the sign and sighed. The El Royale. You remembered hearing about the gimmicky hotel many years ago when it first opened, but you never once imagined you would ever visit. Honestly, it made little difference to you which state you lodged in for the night so you did not understand the appeal. But you weren’t here for the location.

Turning off the engine, you sat back in your seat. For the entire three-hour drive, you had tried to prepare yourself for what could happen next. Yet after running through every scenario you could possibly think of for how this might go, you still didn’t feel prepared. But there was nothing more you could do now.

As you climbed out of the car, you glanced up at the laden clouds above you. Trying not to take the low rumble of thunder and the ever-darkening sky as an ominous sign, you hurried through the parking lot until you reached the door to the main lodge.

The lobby was completely empty when you entered, with only the soft trickle of the coffee pot in the corner breaking the eerie silence. You stood in the doorway for a few moments, uncertain of what your next move should be. Outside, you noticed the clouds had finally given way and rain was beginning to gently fall. Unless you were planning on getting wet, there was no turning back now.

You approached the counter and rang the bell placed there. Pausing for a moment, you still didn’t hear the faintest hint that someone had heard you. Ringing the bell again with more force, you called out, “Hello? Is there anyone here?” But once again, you were met with silence.

Slowly, you began wandering around the room as you examined the photos on the walls. The smiling faces of some very well-known celebrities stared back at you, but they were all old and out of date. It seemed as if the hotel hadn’t had any guests of note in quite some time.

Just as you were reaching up to brush some dust off of a photo of Dean Martin, you heard a door open behind you and an all too familiar voice exclaimed, “Oh! Forgive me. I didn’t realize anyone was here.”

You had tried your best to prepare yourself for this moment, yet at the mere sound of his voice, you were frozen in place. Silently, you cursed yourself for coming but it was too late to change your mind. Turning to face him, you breathed a soft, “Hi.”

You watched his already pale skin go white as all the blood rushed from his face. He stared at you as if seeing a ghost or, worse yet, one of his demons come back to haunt him. But as Miles tried to come to terms with your presence in his place of work, it gave you time to examine him.

He had drastically changed in the two years since you had last seen him. The Miles you had known was strong and brave and confident. Yet the man standing before you now was anything but. He fidgeted nervously as he shifted from foot to foot, looking anywhere but at you. You saw the slight tremor in his hand, his rapid blinking, and the constant bob of his throat as he swallowed anxiously. It broke your heart to see what was left of the man you had once loved….. the man you still loved.

Finally, he managed to stammer, “Wh-what are you doing here?”

You gave him a small smile as you took a few hesitant steps towards the counter. “I came to see you. I heard you were working here now and when I saw the hotel was on my way to visit a friend in California, I had to stop.” You paused before softly adding, “I’ve missed you.”

He stared at you long and hard before shaking and lowering his head. When he looked back up at you, his face had hardened and he bluntly said, “You shouldn’t be here. It’s not- I mean, you can’t stay. You have to leave.”

You were slightly taken aback. You had known there was a chance that Miles may not be as excited to see you as you were to see him, but you had never expected this reaction. Now it was your turn to shift uncomfortably. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I just… I was in the area and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see you again. Even if only for a moment. Miles, I-” You reached out for him, but he quickly withdrew.

Slowly, you lowered your hand as you tried to hide the pain on your face. Now that you thought about it, his reaction made perfect sense. He had rejected and left you two years ago, why would things be any different now?

If he noticed your change in demeanor, he didn’t react to it. Instead, he simply reiterated, “You have to go.”

You nodded softly, knowing now with all certainty that it had been a mistake to come. But there was one other reason you had felt the need to see him. Crossing the rest of the lobby (flinching slightly as he backed away from you), you reached the front desk and laid your hand on the counter. When you removed it, your diamond engagement ring remained.

As Miles inhaled sharply at the sight of it, you whispered, “I needed to come and return this. I guess in the end, it was never meant for me.”

Then you turned to walk out the door when suddenly an earth rattling clap of thunder shook the building, promptly followed by a brilliant flash of lightning. You jumped, letting out a small squeal and ducking your head at the display.

Instantly, you felt a pair of arms encircle your body as Miles drew you into his chest. It felt so comforting and familiar, like coming home after far too long away. Though you were no longer startled by the storm, you buried your face into his neck as you clung to him. If this was the last time he would ever hold you like this, you wanted to treasure every second of it.

He had lost quite a bit of mass since the last time he held you, his hard lines and firm muscles seemed to have withered away leaving only his lean frame beneath. However, you didn’t mind. He was still your Miles and that was all that mattered.

You gazed up at him just as another clap of thunder boomed outside and another streak of lightning lit up the room, briefly casting dark shadows across Miles’s face. You felt him sigh beneath you. “This storm doesn’t seem like it’ll let up any time soon. I guess you better stay after all.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll take the room farthest from the lobby if you prefer. That way I’ll keep my distance from you.”

He softly shook his head, his fingers reaching up to ghost across your cheek. “It’s not you. It’s this place. This is a very bad place, where very bad things happen, and I don’t want you to get tarnished by it.”

“What do you mean? Miles…. Are you in trouble?”

He almost seemed to not hear you as he continued, staring straight ahead with his eyes slightly out of focus. “I’ve done things… I deserve to be here. But not you. Never you. You are too pure for this place.”

“Miles-”

But then he seemed to come back to himself as he shook his head and cut you off. “Take room one. It’s, uh, it’s the honeymoon suite but that way I’ll be right close by if you need anything.”

You nodded as you took the key from his outstretched hand. Wrapping your fingers around the red, Nevada-shaped keychain, you drew it close to your chest. “Thank you. And I’m sorry again. I shouldn’t have come. But I’ll leave first thing in the morning so as to not cause you any more trouble. After that….. I guess it’ll be goodbye.”

You gazed longingly at his face one last time before turning and hurrying towards the door once more. Just as you reached for the shiny gold handle, you heard the faintest whisper of your name followed by a soft, “Sleep well, my angel.”

The room was larger and nicer than any you had ever stayed in before. There was a hot tub and couch in the small living area when you first walked in, but you quickly walked past both without giving them a second glance. Placing your bag on the floor next to the opulent bed, you hurried to the large mirror stretched across the far wall.

Though your room was the nearest to the lobby, the storm had still soaked you on your short trip here. Examining your appearance in the mirror, you sighed heavily. You had tried to look your best for when you saw Miles again, but now your previously perfectly coiffed appearance more closely resembled how you were feeling inside. Dark, smudged mascara ran down your cheeks, giving the not-so-inaccurate allusion you had been crying. Your soaked hair clung to your face as water dripped in puddles around you. And for the first time, you realized that Miles wasn’t the only one whose appearance had changed since he left.

Staring deeply into the mirror, you wondered how things could have gone so wrong, so quickly.

Miles never talked about what had happened overseas. All that you knew about that time you had learned from his desperate pleas in the middle of the night as you tried to wake him from his torturous nightmares. Every night since the day he returned home to you, it would be the same ritual. He would stay up as long as possible, fearing what he would see when he closed his eyes. And when he would inevitably succumb to his exhaustion, he would begin screaming and crying mere hours later as he was unable to wake from the terrors that were bombarding him. You would then cup his face in your hands as you tried desperately to coax him awake with soothing words of love and reminders that what he was seeing was no longer real. Some nights he would snap out of it immediately, while others were an arduous struggle to bring him back to consciousness.

Then one night, everything had gone wrong. Miles was fighting more than normal and as you tried to comfort him, his hand shot out and struck you firmly across the face. You fell back as he opened his eyes to see you clutching your cheek, your tear-filled eyes staring back at him. You tried to reassure him that it was just an accident, that he hadn’t truly harmed you in any way. But later that day he had left, and you hadn’t seen him since.

You were so lost in the past that, at first, you didn’t even realize you had started crying, your tears mixing seamlessly with the rain still scattered on your skin. Yet it soon became impossible to not realize as your shoulders began to tremble, and a sob tore from your lips. You caught a brief glimpse of yourself in the mirror, and the sight just made you sob harder. With your arms wrapped tightly across your chest, you managed to stumble to the bed, and you curled your body into a tight ball.

Moments later, the soft click of the lock turning on the door barely registered through your sobs. Yet there was no way to miss the way the bed sunk down as someone climbed into it with you or when a pair of lean arms wrapped around your shaking form. Without a second thought, you rolled over and clung to Miles. He drew you in tighter as one hand rested on the back of your head while the other clutched tightly at the back of your blouse, his fingers digging into the damp material. You didn’t know how he knew to come or how he got in, but all you cared about was the feeling of his skin on yours, inhaling his faint scent as you buried your face deeper into his neck. It had been so long since you had felt this safe or this relaxed and you craved even more.

He had removed that hideous jacket from before and was now only wearing his ill-fitting short-sleeved button-down that swamped his slim frame. You ran your hand down his arms but then froze as you noticed something. Before he could stop you, you lifted the edge of his sleeve to reveal the crook of his arm. His skin there was darkly bruised and littered with a multitude of small, scabby holes. While you had no personal experience with this, you knew enough to recognize the marks for what they were.

As far as you knew before he had left you, Miles had never even smoked a cigarette, let alone done something like this. Yet, based on the number of marks on his arm and the condition of his skin, it was obvious that had changed quite some time ago.

Glancing up at his face, tears in your eyes, you whimpered, “Oh, Miles. What have you done?”

His gaze lingered on the sheets between you as he muttered, “It’s the only way I can sleep. The only way I don’t dream. I can’t- I won’t hurt anyone again because of my dreams and if this is the only way to make sure that doesn’t happen….. It’s just like how you were the one good thing in my life, but I would have rather let you go than ever cause you pain again.”

You looked at him sadly as your lip began to tremble. “But you did cause me pain. Don’t you know the sorrow and the agony I’ve lived with every day since you left? How I still wake each morning aching for you like a lost limb? That for the first few seconds when I stir back into consciousness, I forget that you left, and I have to relive it every morning. Knowing that I failed you-”

“Never!” His eyes shot to yours as his hands reached up to cup your face. “You could never fail me! Even when I begged you to go, you stuck by my side while I was too weak to leave. I’m just sorry it took me hurting you to finally do what was right.”

“Leaving me behind was never the right thing to do, Miles. And I think, deep down, you know that.” He hesitated for a moment before he nodded, tears filling his eyes. You smiled softly and ran your fingers through his hair. “Good. Now, how are we going to fix that?”

He shook his head, “There’s nothing we can do. I can’t leave this place. I’ve done terrible things for the owners of the hotel and they have proof. If I try to go, they’ll use it against me, and then we still won’t be able to be together.”

Without hesitation, you said, “Then I’ll stay here.”

“No!” Miles said firmly. “I told you, this place is not meant for someone like you. Sweetheart…. you were always my angel, and I will not drag you down to Hell with me.”

You smiled at him before placing a soft kiss on his brow. “Miles, I’ve been apart from you for two years and I would rather live eternity in Hell by your side, than spend one more day in Paradise alone. So, if this is where you are, then this is where I want to be too. No matter the cost.”

It was only then that his first tears began to trickle down his face. “Please… think about what you’re asking. You know my demons already and now with this-” he gestured to his arm “-I may not be the same person who you knew before.”

“I have thought about it. Before coming here, I told myself if there was even the smallest chance you still wanted me, I would take it. So please, don’t make me walk away.”

 He stared at you for a moment before softly bobbing his head. “Okay…. okay.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “Really? Are you sure?”

“Yes. I can’t lose you again either. Not when I know that you can still love me after everything.”

“Miles, no matter what happens, I will never stop loving you.”

He cupped your face and drew you close. As his lips brushed against yours, your heart swelled in your chest. It was awkward (the two of you still laying on your sides on the bed) and hesitant, yet his lips still felt like home after all of this time. His hand slid behind your head until it grasped the back of your neck and he drew you in closer. Some of his newfound timidness fell away and you caught a glimpse of your old Miles. The one from before the war, the one who had first won your heart all those years ago. Beneath the broken shell he had become lay the soul of the man you loved. And at that moment, you knew despite all the difficulties that may lay ahead of you, it was going to be okay.

Miles pulled away from you for just a moment as he reached into the pocket of his trousers. With a soft smile, he pulled out the engagement ring you had returned less than an hour before. As he took your hand, he whispered, “And you were wrong. It could never be meant for anyone else.” 

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[talltalesandbedtimestories]

Past Due (Dean/OFC)

Title: Past Due

Rating: Mature

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Original Female Character

Pairing: Dean x OFC

Summary: Dean Winchester has an effect on an older woman he's known for years. Kansas, Men of Letters Bunker Setting. Set around Season 15 with some canon-divergent plotting. 

Tags: Fluff, Flirting, Explicit Language, Smut, Angst, POV First Person, POV Female Character, Librarians, Friends to Lovers, Protective Dean Winchester, The Winchesters Are On A Case, The Boys Deserved A Better Ending

Chapters 1 to 3 Word Count: ~ 5K   

Notes: Posted on AO3 10/2/20; Completed 7/16/21. 

Chapter 1

Am I being checked out while checking him out? 

I scan the barcode on the back cover. His eyes are trained on my face with a little more interest than usual.

Do I have some spinach between my teeth from the salad I had for lunch? God, why does he have to do that thing with his tongue?

I readjust the glasses on the bridge of my nose and make some quiet small talk with the gorgeousness in front of me. I do most of the talking and he does most of the nodding.

No. Dean Winchester is not checking me out. He’s just existing and breathing and short circuiting my brain as he tends to do on occasion with his proximity. 

I will not fuss with my hair like I always do when he’s close enough for me to smell him. Oh, Goddammit.

I feel like a sixteen year old around this man. Every damn time. It’s not fair. It happened the first time I met him six years ago. He’d handed over the paperwork and I processed his library card application. He smiled that lopsided grin that says, You poor unsuspecting creature. I’m so handsome I don’t even have to make much of an effort . 

That was the day he and his mountain man of a brother, Sam, walked into the Smith Center Library. Back when they had used Campbell as their last names on the application. And before they had helped with a haunting that blew their aliases. At least with me. It was a “job” for them that involved my brother five towns over. The house he had bought for a song at a sheriff sale, turned out, came with a supernatural squatter. 

“No shit it was cheap. Because someone was murdered in it. No offense, but your brother was pretty much asking for trouble knowing that going in.” I still remember Dean’s very accurate logic when they’d gotten the full history. 

I shouldn’t feel like a sixteen year old - when I’m 46, speeding toward 47 in a couple months - with a man five years my junior. Even if it is Dean Winchester.

He reminds me of my second husband, Lou. Full of sass, rounded out with some grump, and a sprinkle of edge. He drinks like Lou did. I only know that because I’d bought Dean and Sam a round of drinks one night a few years back. It was a thank you after they’d burned the remains of the poor soul that was stuck in what they called a death echo in my younger brother’s house. Top shelf scotch is Dean’s preferred drink of choice when someone else is buying, by the way. And he has a high tolerance for alcohol that one only gets after decades of experience. Like my second husband, Lou.

He drives a vintage muscle car like Lou did, too. You can hear it ten seconds before it turns onto West Court Street and pulls up to park in front of the library. That engine sound always gets my fellow co-workers on high alert and wide eyed, just like me. It’s a disappointment to all of us when it’s not Dean.

He flirts with every female between the ages of eighteen and eighty that crosses his path. Again, like Lou. It’s his default setting. He seems to prefer a tight skirt from what I’ve gathered through my research. But he rarely slights and denies the opposite sex his charms or thorough assessment if they decide to don pants or shorts.

My brain finally registers the title of the book he’s checked out on the computer screen. The attraction fog has lifted for a brief second. I turn the tome over on the counter and read the title aloud. “Fairies and Wood Nymphs? Do I want to ask?”

He shakes his head. I twist my fingers near my mouth to indicate my lips are sealed. Then he flashed me that weird look again. Almost like he’s processing some data. Maybe it’s because he hasn’t been in here for over a month and I’m paying every flinch and twitch even more attention than usual. I realize in real time I’m cataloguing all of these In case I don’t see him for another month. Or, God forbid, two months. “You really are, aren’t you, Winter?” He finally pipes up with a question, using my surname as usual. The smile returns to his face.

“What’s that, Mr. Campbell?” I respond with a way too giddy smile and slide the book back to him. My coworkers are probably snickering at me behind the periodicals as they watch the show. Sure, like they wouldn’t be putty in this man’s hands, either. Even Ronald turns into mush around Dean.

He bends and leans back a bit to rest those thick forearms on the counter. Plaid clad shoulders, green eyes, freckled skin, and pouty lips are now at eye level with my five foot four frame. “Good at keeping a secret.” He mumbles and lowers his voice more with every syllable.

That voice triggers the floodgates down below.

What the hell is going on right now? “Friends don’t call me ‘The Vault’ for nothin’.” I somehow get the sentence out. Being this close reminds me of the night at the bar. When the scotch had worked its magic at the Mexican restaurant. The neon green cactus aesthetic and terra cotta motif had lulled Dean into some sort of sarape security blanket. He’d divulged a lot after Sam, downing only one drink, had left in the Impala with the promise to pick up his brother in a couple of hours. By the end of the night, Dean said I was a good listener and not quick to judge. That I had a nice calming presence. That I’d must have seen some heavy shit in my lifetime, too. 

“Can I ask you something?” His brows raise.

My mouth has dried up so I can only nod in response.

He cocks his head to the library entrance. “Do you have a minute to talk outside?”

I nod again. I may not be the boss, but my seniority and elder status give me a little leeway.

He rises up, taps the counter and grabs the book. “I’ll be waitin’ in the car.” I get a full smile this time and almost pass out.

I push the front door of the library and spill out on the sidewalk a couple minutes later. His black beauty of a car is still there, waiting. The nippy Fall temperature is enough for me to wrap my cardigan tight around my middle. Dean is in the driver’s seat, windows open, with Lynyrd Skynyrd playing on the radio.

He has an eager and appreciative look on his face when he exits the vehicle and walks toward the hood to meet me. “Thanks.”

I shrug. “What did you want to ask me?” I wrap some stray, windswept strands back behind my ear.

“Sam and I, we could use some help at the bunker.”

I can’t help but gasp at the word. Bunker. This legendary place I’ve gotten sparse, verbal descriptions of here and there over the years. Their home base. Sam has boasted of its library to me.

“Well, mainly Sam could use some help. Because I’m useless when it comes to the library. And, he also doesn’t trust me when it comes to the books.”

Library. I’m able to stifle another gasp. I stand in silence, waiting for more.

He sighs. “Let’s just say we had an accident. A lot of the books got damaged, flew off shelves into a massive paper mountain.”

My head nods in a fury. “Yes, I’d love to help.”

He chuckles at my eagerness. “Great.” He hands me a note, like we’re in high school. “Meet me at this intersection and I’ll show you the rest of the way there?”

“When?”

“Whatever's good for you.”

I realize how non existent my social life is lately and offer, “Friday night?”

He nods. Another grin. “Eight?”

“Sounds good to me.”

“It’s a date.” He winks.

Lou NEVER winked.

Chapter 2

I left my cottage in Smith Center that Friday after the sun had set. It was a twenty minute drive before I came upon Dean at the crossroads, waiting for me with a grin and a goal when my headlights spotted him. I followed Dean’s Impala in my Wrangler down the long, winding prairie road eventually overtaken by trees for another ten minutes. The radio kept me company in the dark. The wooded area closed in on each side as I drove behind the Impala’s wake. 

A clearing amid the trees to the right gets my attention. I peer up and gasp, braking in time to avoid a mild fender bender after Dean’s abrupt stop. 

The bunker looks like a massive detention center or secret government facility built into a rather large hill. It’s intimidating in its grey, drab, and impenetrable appearance. Illumination from the moon and stars in the Kansas sky provide a perfect backdrop. I can see the outline of the sharp roofline structure high above the tree canopies.

What the hell am I getting into? These brothers have provided the occasional glimpse into their lives with the weird research requests over the past few years. I should feel scared or worried. But, the quick pace of my heartbeat has more to do with the excitement of peeking at what’s behind the curtain. And, finally seeing the place Sam and Dean Winchester call home in Lebanon, Kansas.

The squeak of Dean’s driver side door as it opens and he plants boots on the gravel makes the blood pound in my ears. He eases, almost pours out. The door cinches shut with a creak. My headlights spotlight him again. He strolls over on those bow legs. I kill the engine. He leans against my open window, staring down, a hand and forearm reclining on the rooftop. “Still okay with this, Winter?”

I smile. He’s such a perfect mix of rugged and that kind of handsome they don’t make anymore. He reminds me of Paul Newman, Robert Redford, John Wayne or Clint Eastwood in their heyday. But, then he’ll shine some cheekiness that gives me the vibe of a Frank Sinatra or Dean Martin hosting a variety hour from the 60s. I stare at those lips a little longer than I should. Again. “Yep. This is already the most eventful Friday night I’ve had in forever.”

He taps the roof. “Alright, then.”

The temperature has dropped and I’m glad I wore a heavy jacket. The gravel crunches underfoot and Dean has enough courtesy and manners to lead the way in the dark with a flashlight.

“Got a few concrete steps here. Careful on the way down.”

I chuckle. “So nice of you to look out for your elder.”

He waves the flashlight in my direction, but low to my chest so it’s not directly in my eyes. “You do that a lot, you know.”

I stop in my tracks. “What?”

“Point out that you’re older than me.”

“Do I?”

“Mh-hm.” The flashlight rotates back around in his hand so we can continue the trek. He waits until we are both at the threshold of a large door. It looks like a bank vault. The click of a key in a lock is heard when he adds, “Why do you do that?”

I shrug in the shadows.

The door gives to Dean’s pull and sounds like he’s breaking some type of hermetic seal. In moments we are atop a stairwell. The door slams behind us and makes me jump. My eyes widen at the view below, something out of a 40s war room. Dean’s already halfway down the iron staircase before my feet are able to move. I track and inventory the vintage communication devices, the art deco architecture, the solid build of this secret place with brick and stone and marble. A huge table in the middle of the room has a world map lit up from below as its surface. Dean drops his backpack on the table without a second glance. “Sam!” He yells.

He walks to a large open entryway into another room with a step up. I glimpse the row of tables and shelves. And the books. The books scattered everywhere. The smell of leather and musky paper fills the air. I inhale deep and get that little whiff of smoke and vanilla that I love.

“I’d invite you to make yourself at home, but that’s not really possible at the moment.” He motions for me to follow. Dean shucks off his jacket and hangs it on the back of one of the chairs. I’m attracted to a nook in the beautiful hall filled with clutter. I drape my jacket on a wingback chair and pick up a hardbound book on one of the stacks. There are dozens of these book pillars piled in various heights, some reaching to my shoulders. “Where the hell is he?” Dean asks no one in particular.

I notice a Samurai sword on display to my left when Sam’s free floating voice calls out. “Be there in a minute, Dean!”

Dean sighs and slinks through the maze of books. He lands on my right and stares down at me. “Are you hungry? We’ve got a stocked kitchen for once. Sandwich? Snack? Beer?”

I shake my head, too busy splitting my gaze between his expectant green eyes and the volume in my hands. “Is this an actual first edition of Grimm’s Fairy Tales?”

Dean opens his mouth but Sam answers, peeking over the Samurai sword on the bookshelf. “Yep. From 1909. Thanks for coming to help out.” He smiles.

“This is… wow.” I’m speechless.

“Well, I’m hungry.” Dean pipes in. “I’ll be back in a bit.” He darts and bounds up another small set of stairs leading out of the library.

“Remember,” Sam begins.

Dean halts in the other doorway. “I’m not bringing any food in here. I got it, Sam, nothing that might mess up your precious. You're worse than that goblin thing in Lord of the Rings.”

“Gollum was a hobbit.” I correct him.

“Stoor hobbit, actually.” Sam nods in agreement.

Dean purses his lips and raises both hands, then slams them in mock defeat against his thighs. “Thanks for clarifying. Looks like we found the best person to help.” He shakes his head and gives me a tiny smile before disappearing.

My heart beat skips at that smile.

*

Sam and I spend a good fifteen minutes deciding on a strategy to divide and conquer. He’s as giddy as I am to get these things back in their proper spots. The Dewey Decimal system makes the overwhelming task a bit easier. He really only needed another pair of hands and a bookish mindset. I’ll take one side of the library, Sam the other. He’s pulled out a pencil sketch of the shelves and their categories, as best as he can recollect.

“Dean got this glazed look when I asked him to help organize after we got them piled up and out of the middle of the room.”

I thumb through the index cards in the catalogue to get my bearings and hope to find homes for a couple books to start. Anything that doesn’t go on my side that I come across, I’ll leave for Sam on the table closest to the war room. He’ll place anything for me on the other table. “An actual explosion?”

Sam nods. “It was like an earthquake. Shook everything. And, then, there were the…” He clamps his lips tight and runs his fingers through his long hair. “Too much information for your first night. I want you to come back and help.”

I narrow my eyes. “I was already crazy enough to come. It would have to be pretty terrifying for me not to return.”

He shrugs and only repeats, “I want you to come back.”

We talk. He’s hesitant to indulge me with certain facts. But when I ask if Dean has any culinary skills to speak of, he’s almost an open book. Burgers and charring meat appear to be Dean’s specialty. I smile, feeling the tap and tug of my heart, thinking about how good my first husband, Rick, was with a grill and a smoker. I ask about Jack. Sam tells me that he’s staying with Cas for a while. 

One afternoon, a couple years back, Dean and I stood huddled by a monitor in the technology area. He was dressed in a sharp blue suit and wore a cologne that filled my nose with citrus and cedar. To this day, I’m not sure how I managed to remain upright.

He was in need of some topographic maps of Lebanon. I didn’t ask why and he seemed grateful. I asked about Jack, since he was fresh in my mind from a recent visit. Dean steeled his jaw before confessing he and Sam were having difficulty with their new charge. I learned they had saved Jack from a dangerous situation. I assumed it was something supernatural. His mom had passed when he was born and their friend, Cas, had taken the boy under his wing not long after that. Now that friend was in need of more assistance with Jack. There was more to the story, but I didn’t press.

I knew why he mentioned Jack’s mom. He knew about my first husband. It had been one of my confessions over those drinks years back. Rick had been my high school sweetheart. We’d married halfway through university at KWU in Salina. I got my bachelors. Rick had turned his volunteer firefighter position into a career, dropped out after two years at university, and kept telling me he was going to go back to school after. After was Rick’s favorite word.

We moved back to Smith Center after school. I got a job at the library soon after that. Our son Ricky came along a year later. Rick had promised a five year old Ricky at the dinner table they would go to the neighbor’s farm over the weekend. He’d get his first pony ride. After his 24-hour shift at the firehouse.

Rick never came home after that shift.

Chapter 3

I shake myself from the memory. I’m not sure how long it is before I turn around to grab from a new stack and find Dean standing right there. My nose brushes against his shirt. I avoid slamming the rest of me into him. 

I smell the fresh clean showered scent of him. He’s sporting loungewear like a male supermodel. The spiky damp hair is doing weird things to my insides. I want to run my fingers through them like I’m sprinting through a field of wheat. And, then I want to tug on those strands while he…

“Is Sam taking advantage of you?” He smirks, chin to his chest, looking down at me. “Free labor and all. Sure you aren’t hungry?”

“No, I’m good, thanks. Getting in the zone.”

He nods into his chest. “Well, if you plan on it being an all-nighter, we’ve got plenty of space for you to crash.”

“Dean…” Sam side eyes and scolds him with a slight shake of his head.

I realize how curious I am to explore more of this amazing place. I also realize how much being this close to Dean makes me wish he’d never be more than an arm’s length away. See? Sixteen year old. My twenty-three year old son would be mortified at his mother’s behavior right now. Thank God he’s on his own and away at school, working on his Master’s in Library Science. He would love this book collection, though. “I could use directions to a bathroom.”

Dean smiles. “Sure. Follow me.”

I nod to Sam. His gives me a hesitant smile.

Dean leads out the library in slippers that remind me of something my father would wear. I stare at the heels of his bare feet peeking out from the slippers when he steps up. For a second I get an image of the two of us on the couch watching television. His long and solid frame spread out across all the cushions. I’m seated at one end with his calves propped up on my lap, massaging his tired and sore feet. “Coming, Winter?” Dean’s voice calls out. He’s turned to wait, a quizzical stare at me. Shit, how long have I been daydreaming?

I join him. He’s along my left down the marble and stone corridors. They contain a plethora of doors and intersections that turn my sense of direction on its head. The halls feel cold, antiseptic, even though the design and style is meticulous and elegant.

Dean rubs the back of his neck. “You probably have a dozen more questions now.”

“Try a hundred. It��s just the two of you in this huge place?”

“Well, sometimes Jack. And, Cas.”

“Do you have a cleaning service come in or something?” I run a finger along the marble wall as I pass. I tilt my head in approval at the lack of dirt.

He chuckles. “We’ve got a really great filtration system. Just have the usual upkeep with the common areas and our rooms.”

“I need to get me one of those.”

“Or live in a secret lair with no windows.”

“Hm, that’s true, you don’t have any. You really could not know what’s going on outside while you’re in here.”

“It’s a hermit’s fantasy. Like that hobbit.” He grins and stops at a door. “It’s the bathroom slash showers. Don’t get lost in there. Or on your way back. Make a right out the door, left at the dead end.” He points down the hall with two fingers like a cop directing traffic. “Pass two cross streets, then make a right onto the next one. You’ll see the library entrance on your left. Eventually.”

I frown. “If I get lost?”

“Just call me, Winter.”

*

My flats shuffle down the hall. I make my way back to the library and feel like I’m at work. I shift into my quiet and unobtrusive mood. Unseen unless needed or called upon.

Dean’s instructions were clear and easy to follow. The slight panic at being in an unknown maze subsides when I hear their voices. I turn down the hall. The warm amber light from the library spills into the corridor yards away.

Their voices travel toward me. The acoustics are quite good in this place. I can tell they are trying to keep their voices low.

“You should ease up.” Sam sounds irritated.

“What?”

“Not every woman needs to be a conquest, Dean.”

“Shut it. I-I don’t think about Winter like-.” Dean stutters. “I’d never think of her as a conquest.”

And that. That’s what makes my heart drop into my stomach. Of course he doesn’t think of me that way.

Sam sighs. “I can really use her help. And, she’s always been nothing but nice to us.”

Dean sighs back. “I know that.”

I take a deep breath, beat myself over the head with reality. Cough for good measure so they know I’m coming. When I turn the corner, Sam is busy in his section and Dean is between the tables, ringing his hands, and smiling at me.

He’s been sweet because, why, felt bad for me? Placating me, maybe? He just knows he’s got that effect on women?

“Great at directions, Sam. Told ya.” Dean claps his hands. “I’ve been told enough space has been cleared and that snacks may be brought in.” He raises a finger in the air for emphasis. “I’ll be back.” A quick turn and dash around the corner of a table has him disappearing through the war room.

When I step in to assume my spot I catch his figure heading through a doorway by the stairwell entrance. I resume the work. Quiet and unobtrusive.

“Everything alright?” Sam notices the change.

“Yep.” I flash a smile full of teeth. “This is an amazing collection.” I pretend to rifle through the pages of one book with interest before placing it on a shelf.

“Did Dean… say something… to make you uncomfortable?” Sam strolls closer and leans on the table to sit. I think it’s an attempt to shorten our height differential. “He can get a little carried away.”

I fidget with the frames of my glasses. “No. I’m used to it. He’s like that with every woman, right?” I grab two books and study the spines.

Sam shrugs. “Kind of.” From my peripheral view, I can see him lean down farther and try to make eye contact. Or get a read on me. “I mean, it’s not like you’d be interested, right?” 

This weird sound comes out of my mouth that resembles a laugh being choked out of my windpipe. When I look up Sam has a deer in the headlights expression. The wrinkles on his forehead have multiplied.

He chuckles and blinks. “Right.” Fingers tap on the table surface and he’s back to work on his side.

*

I spend another hour and a half with the brothers in the library. Dean brought a variety of things to munch on. My heart feels a little heavy at my assumption about his interest. The fantasy couldn’t last forever in my head. But I try to enjoy Sam and Dean’s company and take everything at face value. They are nice guys, after all. I’m sure there wasn’t any intentional misleading on the part of my emotions.

I crunch my last carrot stick and slide another book home. “Alright, gentlemen. I do know how to party it up on a Friday night. But it’s close to 10:30. I should get myself home.”

Dean squints. “If it’s too late for a drive back…”

I raise a hand in protest. “They haven’t taken my driver’s license away from me yet due to old age. I’ll be fine.”

Dean’s half-hearted smile disappears. He stuffs a few potato chips in his mouth as he gets up. “Let me put on some shoes.”

“What for?”

He lifts both hands up. “Want to make sure you get home safe. I’ll follow you back.”

My mouth opens. There’s a thrill that I’m quick to squash down. “I might not want you to know where I live.” I interject without thinking.

His eyes widen and then he smiles. “It’s cute that you think we don’t already know where you live.”

My head whips to Sam. He shrugs. “Part of the job. We vet everyone who gets let into our little circle of chaos.”

“Be right back.” Dean confirms there’s no way I’m getting out of an escort home.

Sam is ever so grateful for the assistance tonight. He wraps me up in a huge friendly hug that’s warm and comforting. He thinks he can manage the rest of it on his own. But he offers to have me come back soon, inspect and approve what he’s done. The library is always open for me to visit in case I want to do some actual reading.

Dean returns a few minutes later, fully dressed again. The man is quick and ready for action at a moment’s notice. Could have been a firefighter.

I’m quiet on the way out. I follow him down to our cars. He provides the lead and lights my way to the Wrangler. He clicks the driver’s side door closed once I’m in and suggests a three point turn to head back the road we came in on. He offers to lead in the Impala. I decline, sure in my navigational skills.

I keep checking my rear view mirror on the drive back. I see the silhouette of the assured, confident Winchester. I’m positive that man has broken many hearts. But, probably provided some amazing memories for some lucky women. I’m also positive he’d be a hard act to follow for anyone that came after him. I’m not sure I could handle either of those scenarios at this point. 

And how lucky could one woman get anyway in a lifetime? I think back to Rick and the memories that have a grainy film overlay to them now. How special those years were. How misguided and unfair I was to Lou, constantly comparing him to the man I lost. Knowing that my expectations and a multitude of sins on his part led to our divorce five years back. 

It’s better like this: to admire Dean Winchester from afar with the occasional heart palpitations.

I pull into my short drive. I’m self conscious about the loud rumble of the Impala’s engine as Dean rolls past me to stop in front of my house. My neighbors are scattered here and there along the prairie road. No one is on top of each other. But it’s usually quiet this time of night. Jody or Harry will be peeking because of the noise. A second later my prediction is confirmed. I stare off to the right through my passenger window to see a light snap on in the Wilson’s kitchen window.

I hop out of the Wrangler, ready to walk over to Dean’s driver side and thank him for seeing me home. Dean cuts off the engine and emerges with an energetic self propulsion. I stall in my tracks. Even in the dark I blush at those eyes that I know are trained on me. Goddammit.

“Thanks.” I squeak out and clear my throat.

“No problem. Wanted to make sure you got home safe.” I hear his hands slide into his jean pockets. He’s closer now. My eyes have adjusted to the dark. His tongue peeks out and brushes that full bottom lip. It glistens in the moonlight. He cocks his head to my porch. “Alright if I watch you get inside?” He raises a hand. “Not me being stalky. Just cautious.”

I narrow my eyes. “Do you have a target on your back or something?” A shiver runs down my spine. I’m not sure if it’s due to fear or standing for too long in the chilly October night.

He grins. “Not at the moment.” My mouth opens up at the cavalier response. He turns serious, maybe because of the look I gave him. “We didn’t want to tell you, didn’t want to worry you…”

“That’s a great way to start things off.” I frown and cross my arms.

“You should get inside, Winter. Gettin’ cold.”

“You can’t do that to me. Leave me hanging like that.” I hear a familiar screen door screech open on hinges that need greasing.

He sighs and nods past my shoulder to something behind me. “I don’t want to explain out here. We’ve got an audience.”

I turn around, past my Jeep and the drive to see Harry in his sweatpants and a t-shirt. He’s leaning against a pillar under the floodlight of his porch. A sharp nod in my direction. Jody’s voice travels in the night air, asking her husband what’s going on over at my house.  I sigh and give the neighbor a wave. “Well, we’ve given them something to talk about.” I mumble. “Might as well come inside for a minute so I get all the facts.”

[kendrixtermina]

Another Thing Chibnall can't do right: Audience Surrogates

I'm going to start this last rant with one illustrative question: Why isn't Ryan Sinclair popular?

He is consistently considered the blandest out of a cast of terribly bland, flavorless characters, but why?

Cause let's look at a purely 'theoretical' description of his character: He's a warehouse worker who experienced dicrimination & frustrating shit because of his disability & racism, he has a messy complicated family situation that he's salty about, he likes videogames, experimental music and making youtube videos.

On paper, he sounds like Mr. Relatable Millenial. Why didn't ppl eat his character up? Cause it's not like there isn't an appetite for it, ppl had been clamoring for black main characters, disabled peeps, more working class protags, what have you. There's demand.

Now I generally consider 'Relatable' a a false god & I'm the first to get angry when someone argues all characters need to be 'relatable everymen'. RTD loved that trope a lot & then ppl got mad when Moffat wasn't RTD and loudly proclaimed that no real person would relate to Moffat's characters (I guess I don't exist then...), it always pisses me off when ppl claim their experiences are universal or that they will only care about characters who are similar to them as if experiencing the PoVs of other wasn't the point of storytelling.

So the issue is NOT that I think all characters need to be Relatable Everymen. The issue is that Chibnall tried to write one & failed spectacularly.

I wanna argue that the reason for this is that he doesn't know who the audience is, and that he treats the supposed audience with mockery & condescension.... though really, most of all, he's simply out of touch with it. To make an audience surrogate type character & have it land, you need to correctly understand the audience.

Notice what tone is present when something from pop culture is referenced - for example, when Tzim Sha's victim is listening to affirmations on his headphones, its looking to be mocking ppl who do that.

Ryan shows more emotion about things being deleted from his phone than his life being threatened, landing on an alien planet or finding a desolate future earth. "Haha millenials obsessed with phones!" ...who is that joke FOR? What feelings is it likely to evoke towards Ryan?

'Climate Change Bad' is treated like it would be a totally new idea to Yaz & Ryan, who are supposed to be part of a generation that grew up with climate anxiety all their lives as a reason to be cynical

The Doctor needs to lecture them about who Nicola Tesla is, they're treated as having no clue... even though there's, like, a car brand named for him & loads of tumblr posts.

Likewise, Ryan needs to be lectured by everyone about who Rosa Parks was

etc. etc.

The same refrain all over again: Young people are dumb, young people are silly, we wrote these characters as dumb & silly because that's what we think YOU GUYS are like.

Does anybody LIKE being called dumb & silly? Are people likely to like the character used to represent their dumbness & sillyness?

I get the need to maybe exposition things for young viewers, but that can probably be contrived in some way without making the characters you're supposed to like seem dumb. With the Nikola Tesla thing, for example, how about having Graham have no idea who he is? I don't mean make him ignorant, but genuinely interested to learn.

By contrast, let's look at some other 'relatable youngster' characters & how they're treated:

Rose Tyler very much evokes a typical mid 2000s mainstream pop culture, with her bleach blonde hair & bleached flared jeans etc. You can easily imagine that she probably dyed her hair to copy Britney spears, Kylie Minogue or Christina Aguilera, like a lot of girls back then. She effectively winds up in one of the fantasy romance stories that were popular back then. She gets what's kind of a wish fulfillment story of finding out she has the potential to be badass & make a difference after being treated as a fuckup.

Courtney Woods is a rebellious teen considered difficult by her parents/teachers & labelled a 'disruptive influence'. When she introduces herself as such, the Doctor instantly likes her & respects her rebel cred. She is treated as having great intuition & being unintimidated by effective authority figures such as Clara... and that's cool & an opportunity for Clara to learn. Likewise, when he off-handedly says something that hurts her feelings, it is not played as an an 'oversensitive teen' joke but rather Clara makes the Doctor apologize & make it up to her. We are also told that despite struggling with a rigid environment at school, she becomes succesful later in life because of that same strong personality.

Rose Noble is sort of the typical image of gen Y, complete with colorful hair & pronouns. She is really into arts & crafts, makes those 'creepy cute' plushies that she sells online, but in her IRL surroundings she experiences bullying. You can easily imagine her having an AO3 or a crafts-themed tiktok. She is in one of those 'found family wholesome hurt/comfort' stories that are popular nowadays & has the protective mom many teens wish they had.

To summarize:

Their experiences are validated & affirmed, not mocked

pop culture references are used to characterize them & connect them to the audience

From the framing it's clear that we're supposed to like these characters and that they're awesome. That doesn't mean that they don't have flaws or insecurities (indeed those are a big part of what make them relatable) but they're the kind of insecurities someone in their life situation would have. (Rose T. is a tad jealous cause she worries about her love interest finding someone more impressive, Courtney doesn't show insecurity but responds by acting out, but has a thing about being unimportant/not special, Rose N. feels alienated from her peers & out of place)

the stories they get cater to wish fullfillment, which is possible due to knowledge of what these groups of people like

It would have taken a half hour google search for Chibnall to find out what the wishes & dreams of someone like Ryan would look like. IDK, find some blog posts by warehouse workers, ppl with dyspraxia, millenials etc.

One thing that's been pointed out for example is that we never really see WHY Ryan wants to learn to ride a bike. If it's just to please his parental figures, wouldn't a better arc be that they realize he doesn't need to be able to do that just to prove he can and appear "normal", rather than 'look he concentrated & climbed a ladder after all!' Like many actual disabled ppl say they're annoyed about 'shaking off the disability' type stories.

Or, he could relate to getting the chance to adventure as an escape from his lowkey dystopian frustrating life where he deals with many unfair things, or latch onto the Doctor as a mentor after losing his parental figures, or maybe worry that someone who struggles with some physical activities isn't a fit for adventuring but then realize that he can contribute in other ways like asking good questions & thinking. (especially when Yaz is a better fit for the action scenes as someone who presumably had police training)

You could have an interesting unique team dynamic this way:

Yaz could be the competent, badass one, but believing in order & authority tends to just follow/ hero worship the doctor eventually leading into the bit where she develops a crush on her, Graham is the caution/common sense similar to Rory or Donna, maybe looking to protect the younger protags but also gradually having his horizons broadened, and Ryan could get to be the heart & emotional core of the group & the one who questions the Doctor more due to being more jaded from his shitty life while also wanting to escape from it...

Like. If you gave the same list of character traits to a more competent writer, you could've ended up with such complex, dynamic & interesting characters that ppl would have been all over.

[t-h-i-n-g]

chapter one

(not my gif credits to owner on pinterest)

a/n: hi, welcome to my first series! i haven’t really seen any series on nancy on here so i took matters into my own hands *snap*. this is a slow burn so things will be simmering for a while. enjoy!! 

word count: 2k

warnings: slight implied mention of underage drinking. if i missed any don’t hesitate to let me know!!

tacenda - masterlist  st - masterlist m.masterlist

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“But that isn’t the point Steve- the point is, is that you’re wrong.” 

“No, no I’m not. I’ve explained to you how many times that french fries just don’t belong in a milkshake. They’re both so much better separate than combined. And it’s best for them to stay away from each other and never, ever come in contact. ”

 “You haven’t even tried it and you hate it on it so much. Honestly I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so passionate about something.”

 Steve slammed his hand on the steering wheel for emphasis. “I don’t need to try it to know it’s an absolute abomination to the world we live in,” He defended.

“Oo abomination I think that’s the biggest word I’ve ever heard you use,” You quipped back holding up your hands in mock fear.

“That's not true, I use plenty of big words.”

“Pretty sure your vocabulary can rival with a 7th graders.”

“Does a 7th grader know the word…… the word-the word parsimonious.” There was a brief pause as he turned into the school’s parking lot.

 “.....Use it in a sentence-”

“I- We are way off track here! The point is that french fries and milkshakes aren’t meant for each other. They just simply aren’t. They have so much better things out there for them. Like milkshakes and cherry’s. Or french fries and ranch-”

“Did you just pick ranch over ketchup to pair fries with?” Steve put the car in park before turning to you with a tight lipped smile.

“Yeah. I Did.” He slammed the door as he exited his car. You followed suit, grabbing your bag from the back and closing the door with just as much force. Slinging it over your shoulder as you jogged to catch up to him. 

“You would be the type of person to choose ranch over ketchup, you absolutely disgusting excuse for a human,” you scowled and scrunched your nose, entering the building.

“At Least I don’t think grease belongs in a dairy sha-” Steve pauses, taking in the lockers you both are passing. “You got a paper and something to write with?” He asks as he holds a hand out and scans the locker number. Curiously you pull out a notebook paper and blue sharpie. He mumbles “Perfect,” before using the lockers to write ‘Meet Me. Bathroom - Steve.’ He caps the marker and hands it back to you. Walking while folding the paper before slipping it into one of the lockers. Dragging your feet you slowly approach him.

“You got a booty call this early in the morning?” You ask with a snort.

Steve scoffs, “Please don’t ever use the word booty call again.”

“It’s two words,” You smirk. He gives you another tight smile.

“You’re just all full of smart ass this morning aren’t you?” You giggle and lean onto the lockers. He sighs, crossing his arms and follows your actions. “Besides, she isn’t a ‘booty call.’ Honestly I think she’s different.” He tilts his head down and looks up at you through his hair. You mirror his smile.

“Oh my goodness is THE King Steve thinking of settling down with someone. Maybe get a house in the country, have a farm, even get a dog-”

“Stop it, I'm serious. She’s not like any of the other girls I've been with.” You giggle again.

“Whatever you say Harrington. So, who is she if she’s so amazing and… different. Why haven’t you told me about her before?”

“Well, you don’t need to know everything going on with me. Y/n, you have your own stuff going on and I wanted to see if she was legit before I said anything. You get sick of me talking about people anyway,” He said, shyly scratching the back of his neck.

“Steve, if she's this big of a deal I think I won’t mind if you talk. You still haven’t said who she is yet by the way. I’m still wondering who Ms. Anonymous is- so now spill who she is. I'm shaking in my boots with anticipation.” You wobble your knees for effect. Steve chuckles, dragging his hand from his hair to down his face. He looks back up at you with a lazy smile. 

“Nancy Wheeler.” Your jaw goes slack slightly. 

Moving in closer, you whisper, “You snagged little miss perfect? No way, you're bluffing. Tell me you’re bluffing.”

“Am I really bluffing if I put a note in her locker? No you’re right we were just going to have a little study sesh in the bathroom y’know since I’m sucking at algebra right now. Which now that I think of it, is your fault. You said you would do my homework last week,” He stated. 

“I never said I would do it. I said I would help you do it and you know algebra isn’t my strong suit.”

“Same thing. Either way, yes I ‘snagged’ Nancy Wheeler who should be here any second now so maybe we shouldn’t be hanging out by her locker,” He said while pulling your shoulder along with him to walk down the hall. 

Re-adjusting your backpack you take a moment to look back up at Steve. His eyes scanned the hallway no doubt searching for a possible Nancy Wheeler in sight. Chuckling lightly you brought your attention back to the surroundings in front of you. It was his turn to look at you. 

“What?” He asked. You turned your head back to him. 

“Oh nothing, just the fact that you didn’t snag Wheeler, looks like she snagged you.”

It was his turn to chuckle. “Yeah, sure whatever helps you sleep at night.”

—

Nancy Wheeler. Huh. Didn’t see that coming. That was all you could think as Steve entered the bathroom. Not before giving you a mock solute and telling you he might be late to class, making you roll your eyes. Sighing, you adjusted your backpack again and started walking to class. Being early to class for the first time in……. Months, wow look at you go-

Scratch that you forgot to actually stop at your locker. Curse the existence of textbooks. Turning around, Carol passed you giving you a slight smile. Which you returned. Not fully meaning it, but y’know for Steve’s sake right? 

If you have to be honest you didn’t really like ‘Steve’s friends.’ Even though they were technically yours too. Always having someone to party with or talk to was a plus but didn’t take away from the fact all of them were assholes. Steve partially included but he's been there for you since day one. Of Course you weren’t just going to stop seeing him when he started hanging out with some newer people. 

New years meant new things and new attention. When it first started during the beginning of Freshman year it wasn't that bad but as time went on Steve’s popularity kept on growing, not to mention his ego with it. 

He was fine by himself but around others like Tommy H. and Carol he was to say different. He turned into this ‘King Steve’ that developed and came to be named as time went on. That Steve was also an asshole and didn’t care to seem that he was one. However, there were times where repressed his actions.

But who isn't going to be an asshole when they get the right or in this case wrong attention? As it was said before it wasn’t like you were going to drop him because of a couple of inconveniences. Even if the inconveniences end with you having to put up with many annoying people, driving him home at least once every two weeks and feeling obligated to be a personal babysitter to make sure he doesn’t get in too much trouble. 

But, that’s what friends were for. Right? It wasn’t like he hadn’t done the same for you.

— 

Nancy Wheeler finally entered the school after having a spoiled breakfast from Mike putting syrup on her eggs. What compelled him to be such a little brat this early in the morning? She didn’t know. Barb quickly approached her as she walked through the doors. 

“So, did he call?” She asked excitedly. Nancy’s eyes widened as she turned to Barb. 

“Keep your voice down,” She scolded.

“Did he?” Barb persisted. Nancy rolled her eyes with a small smile. 

“I told you, it’s not like that. Okay, I mean, yes, he likes me, but not like that- woah!” She exclaimed as her books fell from her hands.

“Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going,” you apologized quickly, going down to pick up the dropped items. You looked up to see who it was and what you would know, it was Nancy Wheeler. The girl of the hour. 

“It’s fine really. I wasn’t watching where I was going either I was…..distracted,” Nancy glared playfully at Barb, reaching down to pick up some things as well before turning to you. She froze slightly as she recognized who it was. You got up and held out a few of the fallen books to the girl. Nancy just stared before hurriedly getting up and accepting the items with a thanks. You bit your lip slightly thinking of something else to say. This was your first official meeting with Nancy. You two never seemed to have had a reason to talk even with the similar schedule and living in the same area. Nancy’s eyes flashed down to the action before snapping them back up to your eyes.. 

“Nancy, right?” You asked knowing full well what the answer was. Nancy smiled slightly with a nod. You returned it. There was a pause before your attention was brought to the person standing behind Nancy. “And Barbara?” Barb looked slightly shocked that you acknowledged her presence, nodding her head as well. Another awkward pause ensued. Nancy, noting this, took a chance to speak.

“And you’re Y/n. We have Algebra and Chemistry together don’t we?” She asked, also fully knowing the answer. It was your turn to nod.

“Yeah, it’s kind of weird that this is the first time we have had an actual conversation,” you mentioned with a brief laugh. It actually wasn’t weird. While Nancy was spending most of her time keeping her grades up, you were too busy trying to live in the moment and managing to average with a C just barely. However, that was better than most could say. But with the fact when she was staying home studying, you were in the process of dragging Steve to your home to crash on your couch might play a factor in why this talk hasn’t happened earlier.

“Mhm, it probably wouldn’t have happened if I was paying attention, so sorry about that,” she said in a soft voice. She tilted her head down bashfully while her eyes looked back up at you. You paused again for a moment. Caught off guard by the sound of her voice. Why? Psh, you didn’t know other than the fact it probably shouldn't have. Brushing it off you cleared your throat. 

“No, you’re fine. I was in my head and wasn’t watching my step. I take the full blame.” Placing a hand on your chest, you gave a slight bow in apology. Causing her to chuckle. Catching a glimpse at one of the clocks on the walls you brought your attention back to the two girls. “Alright, well it was nice properly meeting the both of you,” you brought up your hands to gesture to them, “- but now if you’ll excuse me I have to hurry to Chem to be able to be early for the first time since September.”

 Giving a solute you walked past them. Both of them returned brief waves but were stopped short as they watched you turn around, quickly go to a locker, open it, and grab something inside. You walked back gesturing to the textbook with a tight smile and continuing on your way.

Both girls watched silently as you walked down the hall. Barb blinked a couple times then cleared her throat. “ Well that was something I wasn’t expecting,” she stated.

Part two...(coming soon)

“Tell me about it,” Nancy said with a light chuckle. I mean, who knew Steve Harrington’s best friend was a dork?

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Part two...

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[onyourhyuck]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚. | Season 2

synopsis; park areum is a journalist who happens to get her life involved with the mafia leader war and havoc, lee jeno. areum’s brother was kidnapped by the japanese mafia na yuta and areum was able to successfully get jisung back— however with a price that she betrays lee jeno by selling out important information of his base whereabouts. it’s been a year ever since that day and areum happens to get involved in the mafia world again.

warning: mafia au/theme, thriller, action, romance, smut!!, lots of fighting here and mentions of blood, park areum is a bad bitch ykyk, dreamies are here for plot, love triangle!!!!, angst.. massive angst, death mentions of characters, alcohol mention, guns mention, switch!areum, switch Jeno!, rough kissing, gripping, degrading, praising, love scenes, unprotected seggs [wrap your willys sons pls, use it 😃], slowburn romance, prepare for a long ass ride.JEALOUSY, Exhibitionist scenes (almost caught etc) semi public scenes with sexual tension. PLOT TWISTS AND CLIFFHANGERS <3 THIS IS SEASON 2, CHECK SEASON 1 OUT BEFORE READING THIS SEASON PLSSSS.

PART 7 / 25. PART 8 LINK.

TW: mention of abuse here. Skip if uncomfortable.

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areum hums walking down the stairs, jisung watching his sister from the hallway as he comes forward, with a yogurt packet he would occasionally suck on with his mouth.

“are you going to see jeno, because you’re dressed up today.” jisung quietly asks, watching his older sister from head to toe. areum rolling eyes. “no, i’m going to jaemin’s house.”

“who’s that—” jisung heard a large honk outside the house as areum smiles. “that’s him. bye jisung, love you.” areum leans forward kissing the boy’s head before walking out the door.

the boy looks outside, noticing a friendly boy up ahead, areum running to him with a large open hug before the two get in a car. jisung scrunched his nose up. “Hm..time to report to jeno.” he side trials closing the door, looking at his phone.

areum walks into the open house, jaemin walking in second, hearing gasp followed by another gasp coming out of areum; the smile he couldn’t hide in return at the cute reactions coming out of her.

“wow! your kitchen is super spacious.” areum said with a wheeze at the excitement. jaemin nodding. the house was two stories with an attic and basement— each room had large space but at the same time it wasn’t too large to the point you would have no idea what to fill it up with.

the exact rooms he has would be three rooms with three bathrooms— one on the bottom floor, one on the second and another in the suite bedroom.

jaemin chuckles, “your jaw dropped.” areum noticing that she was gasping wide mouth all this time, she closes it embarrassed.

“sorry sorry,” she looks away, moving out of the kitchen to explore other rooms.

the amount of boxes was reasonable for two people to do in a day, so areum started right away. jaemin took care of one room upstairs, while areum takes care of another.

areum lifts the empty box into the basement with the other empty boxes that were unpacked already. she hums, “jaemin what do you say we have a deep conversation?” areum trails. it’s always good to have deep conversations once in a while with someone.

the man behind areum sways back, pushing another box down the basement before walking back up, he’d tilt his head at the journalist.

“about what?” jaemin retorts.

“things like we don’t know about each other already.” areum proposed as she sat on the table chair where jaemin follows her in the kitchen, he’d have a think before answering. “sure why not, i’ll ask first.” jaemin appeals.

areum was more than welcome to the idea, nodding to the man in front. jaemin’s spine leant down the counter keeping his body steady and clear, he crosses his arms in front of areum. “your first kiss?”

an uncertain strain murmur came from the woman, she shakes her head thinking. “is there a forfeit for passing the question?”

jaemin shakes his head smirking. “you said something we don’t know! come on, own up to your own game.” he’d challenge. areum sighs. “how would you define first kiss exactly?”

“is it when you’re little, teenagers? a peck? a full on makeout? Give me definitions so I can be sure on how to answer this.” areum lists.

jaemin clarifies quickly, “i define first kiss as something you can’t forget easily.”

areum was left in a troubling situation with this then; for god sake it was someone jaemin knew too. “in that case, it’s someone you know.” areum awkwardly told. jaemin pauses. “jeno?”

he saw areum shift uncomfortably in the seat, he’d soften his gaze clearing his throat. “i see, do you— want tea?” jaemin trails to turn the conversation away, no matter how much it hurt him to know that jeno was her first kiss, he wouldn’t ever show how upset he was to areum. if anything he would just bottle it, he can’t change it no matter what.

“yeah, thanks..” areum mumbles. “it’s your turn.” jaemin softly tells, making the tea with the kettle boiling. areum opens her lips apart.

“i never hear you speak about your family, do you have anything share on family?”

family. jaemin hasn’t heard that word in a while. his heart thumps a beat, turning around to face areum again, waiting for the kettle to finish boiling as he speaks. “i grew up in an orphanage with nayoung all my life, let’s say i don’t necessarily have the best family life to share. it might make this conversation uncomfortable for you.”

“i’m here for you no matter how dark, upsetting, it is. I’m all ears open for you, jaemin.” she tells, jaemin wasn’t sure whether to be pleased to hear such kind words or to be even more worried. “i was abused by my parents, i was an only child. i tried escaping once but when i got caught, my parents gave me up to an orphanage.”

“I was lucky enough to meet nayoung back then. she had a past similar to mine, also being abused all her life. she made my life better in many ways.”

jaemin knew areum was listening, her eyes on him not breaking a single second away. areum seeing the dark expression hovering on jaemin, she never knew he had such traumas within him.

his voice was soft and bright despite talking about such heavy past reveals. “however,” jaemin would add.

“jeno came along, taking me and nayoung in the mafia. he begged his father to have him take us in.” a gentle laugh at the memory of little jeno crying to take younger jaemin and nayoung in replays like a movie scene in his head.

“he saved us in many ways.” jaemin said, turning around to hear the kettle finish boiling, a large beep echoing. jaemin pours the scorching water into the cup with the tea bag in. “i never knew that jaemin, I’m sorry for asking.” areum lowly tells, the man holding two cups of tea on the counter, placing areum’s cup to her.

“don’t be silly areum, you didn’t force me or anything so don’t worry.” jaemin was gentle telling her. areum rubs the back of her nape. “I’m very grateful for jeno.” jaemin tells with great respect, kindness and love for his best friend who is like a brother to him.

“which is also why I’m going to say this to you, areum.”

“be with jeno.”

hearing this, areum’s eyebrows fly above, eyes oozing out in a round shape. she was shocked to hear this confession. jaemin’s hands crawling on top of areum’s hands that were around the tea cup cuddling the warmth of it emitting. “jaemin..” areum trails, jaemin shaking his head. “I love you, but, i want you to be happier with jeno.”

“i’ll love you always in my heart. it won’t change even if you get with jeno in the future. but to see my best friend and the love of my life together makes me satisfied with life itself.”

“jaemin—” areum for once felt her heart ache completely for a selfless person such as jaemin. the man was the definition of a heartthrob; kind, affectionate, loving, a boyfriend who will take care of his loved ones needs before his own. he is willing to go to the point of moving on first.

he would be satisfied with his life to see the person who gave him a place to call home, a true family member he can call brother and his last love who taught him to move on and grieve all together.

“areum.” jaemin would retort first interrupting the woman. “it’s okay. i’m okay.” jaemin reassures carefully.

“I’m happy that you’re my last love.” jaemin smiles. areum’s lips finally trembling, a small whimper coming out. “I’m sorry jaemin i couldn’t return it back.”

one thing jaemin hates the most is seeing girls cry. it was an instant reflex for jaemin to come and engulf the sobbing girl in his chest, arms curling on her body as he rocks forth and back like a mother would to a baby to soothe their crying.

areum hiccuping in his chest, his hands gentle stroke behind areum’s soft long brunette hair, “shh, you’re such a softie, do you know that?” jaemin jokingly adds. areum pouting at his words. “shut up, you’re literally the perfect embodiment of an angel walking the earth. how can you be so understanding and kind?” she was quick to pull away watching jaemin with a serious expression.

he couldn’t help but feel interrogated but at the same time complimented. no one has ever called him an angel before. “i love seeing other people happy, that’s all..” he murmurs, wiping areum’s cried out eyes. “now let’s go finish the last boxes and we are done!” he exclaims happily.

areum walks out of jaemin’s house, the boy reaching for a warm heartfelt hug. “get home safe alright, don’t get yourself into trouble.” he nags. the woman pursing lips in a pout. “i’m not five jaemin, anyways, goodnight jaemin.” she tells.

he nods watching areum leave. the woman walking away waving at the man one last time before disappearing out of his sight.

she walks with hands tucked in front pockets, what shocks her in the next moment was when a man in front waiting in the car parking lot stood there.

“jeno?”

areum walks towards the man with an annoyed expression. “hey what are you doing here—”

“get inside the car.” jeno grumbled, not bothering to conceal his annoyance one bit. areum opens her mouth in protest, “no, what’s with your tone?”

jeno grabs a hold of areum’s wrist, pulling the woman in the car seat, she tried her best to process what his happened. jeno was quick with his movement as if he was practicing for this. the door shut slammed, a flash of air hitting her face when it did.

she glared pulling at the car door, it was locked thanks to jeno when he got in his passenger seat. areum chokes out an annoyed sigh “jeno, whats with you seriously!”

she was expecting words from the man, but instead she earned herself a fast forward greedy kiss placed on the lips, sucking them in without a single care if the woman was running out of oxygen fast. areum grabbed to go behind the car seat, she follows along willingly unconsciously.

jeno pulls away with an annoyed groan, areum watching the man above with string of pants escaping out the lips. “i hate that you went into jaemin’s house looking this good.” areum wasn’t sure if she should take it as a compliment, but it sure as hell felt like it.

areum half smirks, “you’re jealous?”

“more than jealous.” he responds, slipping hands underneath areum’s warm clothes. “i’m furious, so i’m going to fuck you right here in my car.”

the straightforwardness left areum wondering wonders, she felt the eagerness from jeno when he was undressing areum’s too off.

revealing the bra he made his way with his lips, kissing on top of the soft breasts, areum humming softly. “you seriously want to do it here?” she sighs out, jeno humming against her breasts as the hands work their way behind, unclipling the bra.

“jeno what if someone sees?” areum added, but not a single bothered came out of jeno. “it’s late, no one will see us unless they’re some weirdos coming up close to my car.”

areum grumbles sarcastically, “ how romantic.”

the clothes scattering across in the car, both were undressed in less than a minute as they couldn’t be more eager enough to do this; areum becoming more reciprocating to jeno’s needs. she was the least into the idea until it started feeling good for her.

the way jeno entered in so easily but enough to stretch areum completely, she could never get used to his length and girth. jeno could never get enough of areum’s moans, the way she feels so openly both quiet and loud— it was music to his ears, the best kind of music.

“god, you’re so big…”areum curses clinging deep towards his biceps, he openly murmurs “and you’re so tight, fuck.” the equal feeling of both pleasure and pain was in there, the time when jeno starts moving will eventually turn into full explosive of pleasure to run down areum’s body.

the thrusts starting slow and neat, eventually became fast and heavy pounding, he shown no mercy no matter what on areum, and the woman was more than okay with it. jeno knew her limits and what he can or can’t do, he knew what places inside to make her squirm with unbearable emotions to withstand. she was like an open book he read multiple times, but he couldn’t get enough of it.

“fuck, jaemin seeing how beautiful you look is not allowed.” jeno groans out straddling areum close to his body. she whimpers, feeling every overstimulated sense of his thrusts inside her and out. “not just jaemin, anyone.“ he corrects in.

areum squeezing her face close, covering the mouth tightly. jeno was quick to pull the hand away from her face, interlocking it with his fingers instead as his body drives deeper into areum’s core. the sound of slapping overlapping the silence, the car slowly moving to time. “i want to hear you, areum.” jeno softly tells.

she purse lips into a thin line, sighing out a breathy moan. “i’m close.” she warns.

jeno grunting, making sure to go extra mile faster on the moment now, he wants areum to finish with him. without a single handed warning, the hips stuttering diagonally.

he feels areum flinch, indicating of her finishing first. jeno felt himself unleash, a string of whines coming past his lips as he felt both areum and his own liquids mix together. areum was first to wrap arms around jeno, pulling his face towards hers where she goes to kiss him.

areum softly pulls away, noticing jeno’s dimmed and surprised expression. “i still hate you for doing it here, so much for dead romance.”

“you were pretty into it few minutes ago.” jeno rolls his eyes and areum lightly scoffs. “get off, you’re annoying.”

jeno shifts upwards, allowing areum to get up, watching the woman grab her clothes so she could dress back up. he lightly holds areum’s wrist, pulling areum into a chest hug.

she slowly returns it when jeno softly kisses the top of her head. “i love you. sorry for acting this way again.”

areum sighs, pulling away and then kissing jeno on the lips again. “do you know what’s funny?”

he raises his eyebrow, “what?”

“jaemin literally told me he’s letting me go and you’re still acting jealous.” she teases and jeno looks away embarrassed. so much for getting heated for nothing.

“I love you jeno.” areum responds again. “don’t worry about jaemin or anyone else. because i really want…”

“I really want us to work out.” areum shyly adds. it took a while to get those off her chest. jeno looks at areum, smiling ear to ear. “i want us to work out too. once the war is over, everything will be fine.”

she looks around, finally realising something. “oh right, how did you know i was at jaemin’s?”

jeno flinches, he forgot to tell areum how he got here. jeno’s eyes look away, areum suspiciously eyeing him up and down. “spit it out jeno.”

“jisungtoldmethismorning.” jeno quickly tells.

“i knew it!” areum shouts. “wait till I’m home park jisung, i’ll avenge my—owww aching sore legs.” areum whines holding the sore thighs. jeno grinning as he would help areum get dressed, as well as himself back into his clothes. helping out with the top and to pass the woman her other clothes. “i knew doing it in the car isn’t good for me on the end.”

“here i’ll help with your hair.” jeno lovingly tells sweeping it back in his hands as he slowly ties it in a ponytail, areum rubs her shoulders, seemingly having sex in a car is not so comfortable as she imagined.

jeno rubs down areum’s sore back, eating soft hums and whines coming out of her lips. “get me home quickly, I’m in pain.”

“alright alright, lay down on the back here. i’ll get you home.” jeno would say as he shifts back into the driver seat at front, putting on the seat belt.

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MASTERLINK TO HIS KARMA.

@onyourhyuck please refer from copyrighting and plagiarising my work!

anyone want to guess if Haechan is alive or dead?😃

pls not at jaemin being the best boy 😭😭 he’s literally so in love with areum that he knows she doesn’t love him back, so he’s just *BFIENDJEJDNSODJ* I fell for a second lead 😃

[banesberry-anomoly]

Fnaf Incorrect Quotes

DJMM: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling? GlamChica: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Gregory? Gregory: Probably “road work ahead”. GlamFreddy: I speak many languages, and this is none of them. ---

Monty: Freddy, I drop kicked that child in self-defense

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Gregory: *Gently taps table*

Monty: *Taps back*

Vannessa: What are they doing?

GlamFreddy: Morse code.

Gregory: *Aggressively taps table*

Monty: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK

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GlamFreddy: What time is it?

Gregory: I don’t know; pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out

Gregory: *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune*

Monty: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING

Gregory: It’s 2 am

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Sun: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time?

DJMM: The car takes a screenshot.

Roxanne: For the last time, get the fuck out.

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*The squad is having dinner together*

GlamChica: Monty, can you pass the salt?

Monty: *Throws Moon across the table*

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GlamFreddy: Where are you going?

Gregory: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there

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Vannessa: I prevented a murder today.

Gregory: Really? How’d you do that?

Vannessa: self control.

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Gregory: Top 30 reasons why Gregory is sorry... Number 5 will surprise you!

Roxy: Top 30 anime deaths. Number One: YOUR FUCKING ASS RIGHT NOW!!!

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Roxy: What are your goals? Chica: To eat all the pizza. Roxy: No, fitness goals. Chica: To be able to jump high enough to eat all the pizza from the top shelf. --- Moon: *Walking into a room* Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things. *Sounds of running feet progressively getting louder* Monty: *Out of breath* THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS. --- Sun: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside Vannessa: Vannessa: Sunny, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are in the pizzaplex parking lot... Sun: *Sips coffee from bowl* --- Sun: Whaddya call a fish with no eye?G regory, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons Sun: Sun: fsh --- DJMM: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them. Roxy: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.---

[asharkapologist]

Haunted game locations ranked by how likely it is that they're actually haunted

Paseo del Mar High School, SCK/SCK:R

So this is slightly cheating since no one in the game suggests anything supernatural is going on, but there is technically a semi-popular theory that Jake’s ghost is haunting the school, leaving the messages, setting off the alarms randomly, and banging on the door in the teacher’s lounge. I will say that it is a fun theory and is given credence since some messages, especially in the original game, don’t make sense for Jake to have posted (like the one telling you how to beat the endgame challenge, though that doesn’t make sense as to being left by Jake either unless ghosts can see into the future, plus weird messages like that carried into the next game, and no one died there). There’s less of those omniscient messages in the Remastered, though, and I think the ones that do indicate that Jake knew he would be killed could have plausibly been written by Jake once he realized he was screwed and probably going to die. As for the alarms and banging, it’s possible that there was some other prankster in the school setting off the alarm or hitting the teacher’s lounge door (or maybe it was Mitch hitting the door, who knows). Most stuff in at least the Remastered version mostly makes sense, but in both versions, there’s still some weird stuff going on. 3/10, maybe Jake’s ticked off ghost was haunting the school, wanting someone to hurry up and solve his murder.

The Golden Gardenia, MHM

There’s definitely something going on here. Even after you find Abby’s tape recorders and the like that show she was creating spooky noises, some things still aren’t explained, like the swan head moving, the portrait blinking, and the ghost of the woman passing through mirrors. Nothing indicated Abby was faking those, especially the portrait blinking and the swan head moving--like, that thing looked like it was pure wood without any mechanics in it at all, and how would she make a portrait blink or pure wood move? Something is definitely up in the Golden Gardenia. 9/10, but at least nothing demonic, dangerous, or evil seems to be happening. The portrait, ghost in the mirror, and swan seem pretty chill. 

Wickford Castle, TRT

I’m not even sure if this counts lol but technically during the game, it’s suggested/joked about that the castle might be haunted due to the strange noises caused by Jacques sawing at the gate bars, but after you catch him sawing at the bars, the noises stop, so nothing else was causing the noises. 0/10, not haunted, it was just Jacques. 

Malone’s cabin/the forest/the graveyard, DOG

Everything here was explained properly. The ghost dogs were just normal, cute, good dogs who had goggles on and went a little nuts when a whistle was blown. Though…hmmm, it is a little odd that you can hear the ghost dogs/howling at night but you never see them after the first night….1/10, maybe some forest ghost dogs are wandering around, but everything was most likely Emily’s doing, but you never know.

Captain’s Cove Amusement Park, CAR

Again, things here were pretty well explained from the odd noises in the haunted house, to the roller coaster abruptly stopping, to the merry-go-round starting up on its own. Everything had a plausible explanation, although Ingrid does say that Kessler said bad luck would follow people who separated his carousel horses, and, well, the Trent family DID have quite bad luck…maybe the Trents were cursed due to buying just one horse. Or maybe the Trents are just unlucky. 2/10.

Shadow Ranch/Dry Creek, SHA

Everything here was explained. The horse glowed because of the powder, and Shorty’s bank robber friends were the ones hanging out in ghost town. Nothing supernatural here, just a good game and an awesome historical backstory. 1/10, just because Dry Creek has some spooky vibes, and I wouldn’t want to visit there even after Shorty’s accomplices were arrested. Even if there’s no ghosts, something’s off/ominous about that little town. 

Blackmoor Manor, CUR

Seems like the scariest thing is the dysfunction in this family…like honestly, seems like Jane really was rather neglected, although gaslighting Linda and putting her life in danger is a…yikes. But most everything was explained…sorta. How was Jane able to make her voice sound so low and guttural in the opening cutscene? And who was that woman walking down the hall that one night? She was too short to be Jane. Was it Ethel? She disappears when Nancy goes around the corner, and she could have ducked into a passageway or jumped/ran down the stairs, but if she did do that, she did it remarkably silently. And like… some of the gargoyles like, move on their own/blink on their own. How did Jane do that? That’s some demonic/ghostly stuff right there, and I wouldn’t be surprised if  at least one Penvellyn did legitimately dabble in like demonic stuff. 6/10. Most of the over-the-top stuff is explained, but the subtle things? Not as much.

Hurley’s Comet, TRN

Honestly, I felt like the ‘haunted train’ aspect wasn’t really fully embraced. John’s picture/video evidence is just kinda…blurry and not very convincing in my opinion, and we only saw one “ghost” sighting of Camille ourselves, and that was just flashing lights/sparkles, which could have a number of scientific explanations--besides, Jake clearly missed his wife, so in a way, he wanted to see his wife in things/lights he couldn’t explain. The possibility of Camille haunting the train is barely touched on/focused on, and feels like something that was kind of just tacked onto the game and not super focused on. The flashing lights outside of the train car aren’t brought up or explained, and, therefore, I feel like I have to give the train a score above zero, but really, the train barely seems haunted and the lights could have been a lot of things (since, again, they’re just lights, and not in the form of a woman, unlike the ghost of Lizzie Applegate in the Golden Gardenia, or other ghosts I’ll talk about down the list). So, just because Camille’s “ghost” isn’t explained and John does over some slight semblances of paranormal activity, 2/10, though the train doesn’t feel very spooky.

Castle Malloy, HAU

0/10, it was just a hermit in need of help with a jetpack. At least, I think. Confession time: I have not played this game and do not know a ton about it, but this is the vibes I’ve gotten from it based on the ending and few bits of gameplay I’ve seen.  

The Ryokan Hiei/Yumi’s apartment, SAW

So, the most over-the top things were explained, like the yurei herself, the shadows, the mirror, the doors slamming shut. HOWEVER, one haunting that was NOT explained was Kasumi’s face appearing in the water in the pond in the gardens (that SCARED me when I was replaying the game just now, since I kept clicking on that area of the pond when I was trying to find the rocks needed for that rock/garden arrangement puzzle). Like, how did Rentaro make the image of her face appear in the water--and it can appear multiple times, so that wasn’t a one-off projection. I guess it’s possible Nancy was imagining things or something, since I’d be scared if I was wandering around the ryokan after seeing the mirror trick, even if Savannah did explain how such a thing could be faked, though, again, Kasumi’s face appearing in the water like that multiple times is never explained. And as for Yumi’s apartment? What on earth was that haunting? Why/how did Rentaro do that? That’s never explained either. And what’s with the CD with like footage from The Ring in Yumi’s apartment? 6/10, Nancy could have maybe imagined seeing Kasumi’s face, since the face matches the portrait next to the desk, but that still leaves ambiguity, and that and the writing at Yumi’s apartment are bizarre, unexplained, and creepy, plus Rentaro didn’t start the rumors that the ryokan was haunted, so something must have happened to make guests think that something was up…

Castle Finster/the forest, CAP

So by the end of the game, it seemed like a lot of the kidnapped women were fictional additions to the legend, and yet, someone/something still kidnapped the original girl and Renate’s sister. Though let’s be real, back in those days, people would probably have rather blamed an unexplained disappearance of a woman on something supernatural rather than conducting a full police investigation, but I’m sure if a proper investigation had been conducted, something more earthly could have been found. But no explanation is offered, and therefore I feel like I have to give it a 1/10, but considering that there would be plenty of dangers lurking in a forest, between people and animals, I highly doubt a monster ever existed. 

Nefertari’s tomb, TMB

Not sure if this counts either, but people (or I guess just Lily) talk a lot about curses in this game, so it bears mentioning. I don’t think there was anything supernatural going on here, there’s just a bunch of unfortunate accidents happening to people who fell victim to really smart ancient Egyptians who built (or rather, whose servants/slaves built) complicated traps in the pyramids. I might have give this game a higher rating if the Howard Carter expedition team thing had been touched on/talked about more, but it’s not, so this game gets a 0/10. Nothing seemed unexplained, there were just casualties that were caused by traps and mazes built by people thousands of years ago. 

Thornton Hall/Blackrock Island, GTH

Oh boy, this game. Yeah, Charlotte’s ghost was 10000% haunting the island. The carbon monoxide poisoning would only make a slight semblance of sense if the hauntings only happen in the manor itself--and even then, the ghost kills you in two different endings, so that explanation is a bit weak--but hauntings happen in the graveyard and the ruins, and the most disturbing haunting--Charlotte burning up--happens in the ruins where she died. The carbon monoxide poisoning was just the fire department/the Thorntons and Nancy trying to justify the things they saw that they weren’t able to explain. I am not convinced. GTH is probably the most mature game in the franchise, and considering that Charlotte dies the most horribly out of all of the other murder victims of the franchise, it makes sense that her vengeful ghost--and maybe the other people that died because of the Thorntons--would be haunting the island/Thornton hall. 10/10, this is a game where the supernatural was 100% real. Even more so than the Golden Gardenia. 

I didn’t play MID and don’t know enough about it to write anything about it