#clothing in their flying cars and now its just kind of

[garbutlikethefish]

Playing Video Games With Mind Control

this is so cool!!

[nereidprinc3ss]

omg i'm obsessed with the idea of spencer and a university student and i looooved the one you wrote with reader struggling with finals (i relate so much </3) i'm not sure if you write requests or not (if not, then i'm sorry and please ignore this hahaha) but i would love to see more of their dynamic? maybe spencer for once arrives earlier from a case and goes to pick up reader from university as a surprise? i don't really know but i would love to see more 💗 thank you and i hope you have a good day!

AHHHH omg you have NO IDEA how excited I was to open my inbox and see a request!! i am absolutely obsessed w spencer x uni student too

i kind of took this and ran w it so its a little angsty and random LOLOL but here is (drumroll)

spencer picking up reader after you fail an exam (sorry lol) and you are NOT in a good mood but he loves you so its fine

Tears, partly from the bitter wind and partly from shame, blur your phone screen as you exit the lecture hall. Another missed call from Spencer. It’s the third one today—you've been ignoring them in an attempt to remain focused on the final that you just bombed. Part of you now wants to keep ignoring them out of sheer embarrassment. How can you admit to your super-genius boyfriend that you are a bona fide academic failure? Still, you don’t want him wondering about you while he should be working. Your numb fingers fumble with the phone as you try to call him back without running into anybody on your walk back to student housing. 

It doesn’t reach the second ring before he’s picking up. 

“Hey,” he sighs. “I was starting to worry.” 

“I’m sorry, I’ve been busy,” you exhale, cutting through some trees as you approach your building. “What’s up? How’s the case?” 

“Well... that’s actually what I’ve been calling about. We wrapped up this morning.” 

“What? But last night you said it would be at least three more days.” 

“Rare instance of me being wrong, I guess.” 

“So when are you flying back?” you ask, not wanting to get your hopes up. You know sometimes his team stays behind to help with processing a case. He doesn’t reply for a moment. “Spencer?” 

“I’m... thirteen minutes away from your school. Twelve.” 

Your brain short-circuits as you process his words, the cold metal of the door handle biting into your fingers as you stop dead in your tracks. 

“You--are you driving here right now?” 

“Yes,” he begins, sounding embarrassed, “I kept calling because I wanted to ask first, but I know you had your last final this morning and you were going to come over when I got back anyway so I thought you might want to come stay with me for a few extra days. You can say no, obviously—” 

Some of the icy despair melts in your chest. 

“Of course, I want to.” 

“Good,” he exhales a laugh. “It would have been awkward if you said no. Can you have a bag packed by the time I get there?” 

You’re speedwalking through the lobby now, hitting the up button for the elevator more times than is necessarily effective. 

“Drive faster.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

By the time you blindly shove enough clothing in a bag, text your roommate to let her know you’ll be gone for the rest of the week, and make it back outside, Spencer’s familiar vintage car is already pulling up to the curb. He doesn’t even bother cutting the engine—just puts it in park and gets out, rounding the vehicle as you close the distance between one another. His smile is brilliant, and though you don’t feel particularly deserving of it, it’s for you. 

“Hi,” you breathe shakily as he loops his arms around your waist. 

“Hi, pretty,” he says, already leaning down to kiss you. It’s soft and sweet over too quickly, but then he’s gently pulling you into him. You drop your bag and bury your face in his jacket, trying to right yourself before you go into an emotional tailspin. 

As usual, he smells like lavender, clove, resinous amber. It makes your head spin. Right away you feel yourself relaxing; feel your guard slipping, like it always does when he’s around. 

“I missed you.” The words are quiet to begin with, muffled further by the fabric of his coat, but you know he’ll hear you. 

“I missed you too,” he murmurs, stroking your hair. “Everything okay?” 

Why are you always surprised when a man who works for the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI accurately analyzes your behavior? 

“Just tired. Can we go home?” You pull back enough to look up at him, meeting his fond—and just a little concerned—gaze, averting your eyes before he has time to discern your... omission of truth. 

“Yeah, angel. Of course we can.” 

He opens the passenger side door for you, making sure you’re settled before tossing your bag in the back seat and circling around the back of the car. 

“Is that coffee?” You say as soon as he slides into the driver’s seat. His eyes dart down to the tumbler in the center cupholder as he buckles. 

“It’s from the jet. You won’t like it.” 

Despite his warning you reach over to grab it, taking a small sip as he puts the car into gear and pulls out of the parking lot. You make a sour face. Spencer glances over. 

“I told you it was bad.” 

You yawn, putting it back in the cupholder. “It was worth a shot.” 

Jazz music plays quietly from the speakers and the heat is blasting, but you’re too busy mentally rehashing question 37 to find it relaxing. 

“You didn’t get enough sleep last night,” he states. Not a question. Outside, the brick buildings of your campus roll by. You wonder if all the students rushing about on the sidewalks and side streets failed any of their finals.  

“Couldn’t,” you mumble flatly, picking at your nails.  

There’s a moment’s pause, and you’re imagining all the things you could have done differently. You’ve never failed a final before. If you’d just studied a little bit harder—if you’d stayed in instead of going out last weekend, if you weren’t so— 

“I’m going to ask you something, and I don’t think you’re going to like it,” Spencer says. 

“Mhm,” you hum, too afraid to speak because your eyes are already stinging again. Honestly, you’re surprised you made it this far without him getting the truth out of you. He offers his hand across the console as you slink down in your seat, and you take it, allowing him to run his thumb over yours in soothing lines. 

“How do you think your final went?” 

You bite the inside of your cheek, the bare branches of the trees outside blurring as you stare unseeingly. 

“Not good. Like, I definitely failed, not good. I'm an idiot.” 

“You absolutely are not an idiot.” 

“You didn’t see me taking the test, Spencer. I literally just sat there staring at it for ten minutes before I even answered one question. It was pathetic.” 

“Did you sleep at all last night?” 

The question takes you by surprise. Your frown deepens. 

“What? I don’t—that’s not—" 

“Just answer the question. Did you sleep at all last night?” 

“Yes!” 

“Don't lie to me.” 

“Fuck you! I slept for like two hours and had coffee this morning!”  

He squeezes your hand. 

“That’s why you failed.” 

The first tear traces its path down your cheek, composure overwhelmed by the confrontation. 

“I hate when you use your stupid interrogation tactics on me,” you say, voice wobbling. And then the crying begins in earnest. 

“I know, baby.” 

His hand moves to rub your back when you let go to cover your face. Torrential evidence of your frustration and utter exhaustion well over, slipping through your fingers despite your best efforts to stop them from coming at all. Having an emotional breakdown in the passenger seat of his car is far from how you’d wanted to greet Spencer’s surprise arrival, but you’re too worn out to mask your emotions—especially when he is so adept at drawing them to the surface. 

A moment passes like that before you take a shuddering breath, raising your head slightly and wiping your cheeks with your sleeves in vain. 

“I should have been able to do it. I just—it was like I was reading the questions and I knew that I should know the answers, but I couldn’t remember anything.” 

“You’re exhausted. Sleep deprivation has an immediate, devastating effect on cognitive functioning levels. My recall and processing speed start to fail when I’m tired, too. It has nothing to do with how smart you are.” 

It makes sense—but it doesn’t make you feel much better. You wanted to ace this exam. Of course, Spencer wouldn’t understand because school was as easy as breathing for him. He barely had to try to get three doctorates. It’s possible, you suppose, that dating a genius has put an academic chip on your shoulder—maybe you’ve set impossibly high standards for yourself.  

After a few minutes the crying finally ebbs, if only because you’re running into supply and demand problems with your tear ducts. You rub your weepy eyes on your shoulder, leaning against the cold window and watching DC go by. 

“You know, the final isn’t as important as you think it is. You’ll still pass the class.” 

“It’s symbolic,” you mumble, breath fogging up the glass. Spencer hums, still rubbing your back. 

“I know. I know it matters to you, but I don’t want you to think one bad grade is a reflection of who you are. Do you understand why it doesn’t make sense to measure something as abstract as intelligence by a metric as one dimensional as a standardized test?” 

“Yes.” 

“Good.” 

You shift in your seat, wiping your face with your sleeve and prompting Spencer to take your other hand once more. 

“Can your FBI friend hack the university database and give me an A?” you ask after a moment, sniffling. 

“Absolutely not.” 

“Pretty please?” 

“Nope.” 

“It’s like you don’t even love me,” you mutter, angling yourself away from him.  

He pulls your hand toward him and presses a kiss to the back of it. 

“I love you so much that I don’t want you to get expelled for academic dishonesty.” 

“It doesn’t matter anyway. I’ll probably just drop out.” 

You both know you’re just being overdramatic, but Spencer has a tendency to be sweet even when you don’t deserve it. 

“I’ll love you no matter what you do.” 

You blush, unable to come up with a sufficient reply. His eyes slide to you briefly and he smirks, clearly enjoying his ability to fluster you, and by extension, get you to shut up. 

“Eyes on the road, genius,” you grumble. But for the first time today you’re fighting a smile instead of tears. 

[livyjh]

Come Sail Away ch.1

Bff’s dad!Joel Miller x Plus size!Fem!Reader

Series rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Chapter 1 rating: PG

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: Your spring break has been saved by your roommate and best friend, Sarah Miller. She’s invited you to come on vacation with her and her dad, a man you’ve never met. But you didn’t think twice before accepting her invitation. When you finally meet her dad, Joel, you have an instant crush on him. You thought it was one sided… he proves you wrong.

Chapter warnings: mainly plot forming exposition, no smut, meeting new people, large ships, the ocean, talk about clothes and vague plus size body description.

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“What are you doing over spring break?” Your roommate and best friend, Sarah, asks you.

“Probably nothing. I mean, we have beaches and stuff at home but they’re just… gross. Lots of rocks and trash and seaweed and stuff. I wish I could go on that cruise with you.” You sigh.

Sarah and her dad were going on a Caribbean cruise for the whole of spring break this year and you’re incredibly jealous. Home is… fine. Your parents are okay. You love them but you don’t really have a lot of fun hanging out with them unless you’re all doing an activity or playing a game or something.

Being an only child had its perks, there’s no doubt. But not having someone close to your age in your immediate family kind of sucked.

“Sorry, I need to make a quick phone call.” Sarah smiles and gets up, leaving the dorm room for a few minutes.

You’re not sure what she’s up to, and you’re even more unsure when she walks in the door with a big grin on her face.

“Call me a genie because I just granted your wish.” Sarah giggled and sat back down on her bed.

“What?” You sit up and raise your brows.

“You’re coming to the Caribbean with me… If you’ve got $500 to spare?” She scrunches up her nose.

“I have been saving for a car… but I’m doing okay without one for now…” you think for a minute.

“Fuck it. Let’s do it.” You clap and stand up and she does the same.

You both grab each other’s hands and do a quiet but excited little scream. “Yay!”

Sarah explained to you that she and her dad were already going to have separate staterooms on the ship, but now you can bunk with her for a great last minute deal the cruise line was offering.

You were so excited you almost couldn’t sleep. You had one more exam tomorrow and then you were free for a whole week. And going to the Caribbean on a fucking cruise!

***

Your exam was a piece of cake. All you had to do was pack tonight, go with Sarah to her dad’s place, then fly to Florida, and get on the ship.

Yeah. That should be simple enough, right?

You were excited but stressed at the same time. This last minute planning was a bit chaotic but you knew it would be worth it.

You packed all of your favorite outfits that were suited for tropical weather, your sexy two piece bikini, your more modest and practical one piece that fit you like a glove, and your best walking shoes and cutest sandals.

You remembered all of your toiletries and meds, your device chargers, your vibrator (for times when you may get the room to yourself for a while), a sweater just in case, and a few snacks for the plane.

The drive to Sarah’s dad’s place wasn’t bad. 3 hours from Houston to Austin was nothing compared to the trip your parents took to drive you to college in the first place.

You chose your school based on its business major program, which is what you wanted. You were a a year and a half into your 4 year masters degree and 24 years old. You already had your associates degree and decided to take a little break between that and getting your masters.

Sarah was younger, 21 now. She studied music theory and production. You guys got paired up this school year as roommates when your last roommate graduated.

You’ve been best friends ever since.

“Here’s my place!” She smiled as she pulled into the driveway of a beautiful two story house in a nice neighborhood.

Tomorrow morning you three would fly to Florida and head straight for the ship.

For now, you were a little nervous to meet Sarah’s dad. Was he gonna be awkward? Weird? Quiet? Mean? Overbearing?

Just as you two were getting out of Sarah’s car, the front door opened and a gorgeous man about 6 feet tall emerged from it.

He had medium length brown hair that had some curl. Probably more if he were to let it grow out longer. He donned a simple and semi-close trimmed beard, one that was starting to get gray patches around his jaw. His nose looked like it was sculpted from the finest of clays by a renowned artist. His arms were thick and toned, as were his thighs.

“Hey, girls!” He waved and walked down the driveway to Sarah to give her a big hug.

“I’ve missed you so much, dad.” Sarah was almost in tears. You knew she hadn’t been home since Christmas.

“Missed you too, baby girl.” He kissed the top of her head and took a good look at her, like a parent does, trying to make sure their child is in good health and well fed.

“Dad, this is my bestie I’ve been telling you about; Y/n.” Sarah walked around to your side of the car and her dad followed.

“Y/n, this is my dad, Joel.” She motioned to him.

He reached out his (quite large) hand and you shook it happily. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you!” You smiled and tried to keep from blushing.

“You too, Y/n.” He smiled and nodded before you both broke the handshake.

Joel took a breath and broke eye contact as he walked around you to get into the trunk and help with bags. “How was the drive?”

“Pretty chill.” Sarah said as she also went to the back of the car.

You followed, “yeah it went by quick.”

“Good.” Joel smiled at you both.

You brought the bags in and then sat down in the living room. It was nearing 9pm now.

“Ya girls hungry?” Joel asked.

“I could eat.” You shrug, trying to keep from smiling at his adorable accent.

“Me too.” Sarah nodded.

“How about I fix some turkey sandwiches?” Joel stood and walked into the kitchen.

“Thanks, dad!” Sarah spoke up.

“Thank you, Mr. Miller!” You called out.

***

After you all finished eating you took the luggage upstairs to Sarah’s room and got settled in.

Joel retired to his room after a quick goodnight to you two.

You and Sarah got into pajamas, both of you pulling your hair into cute little top knots.

“Thank you, Sarah.” You smile as you both get into her bed.

“For what?” She pulls the comforter up over you both.

“Well, everything. But the cruise mainly.” You reply.

“Of course. I’m not gonna let my best friend have a boring spring break if I have anything to say about it.” She laughed.

You giggled along. “I appreciate it.”

***

The next morning was a blur of airport traffic and security checkpoints. Things slowed down when you boarded the plane.

“I call the window seat!” Sarah walked back to your row and scooted in to the third seat, by the window.

You usually hated sitting in the middle because it made you a bit claustrophobic but this plane wasn’t as cramped on butt space as other ones you’d been on. So you got into the seat next to Sarah and Joel sat in the aisle seat next to you.

You figured Sarah would’ve wanted to sit next to her dad… but you also wanted to sit next to her. Now you had the best of both worlds.

Sarah on one side, and her sexy dad on the other.

Oh god, you cannot be attracted to your best friend’s dad. There’s a rule against that somewhere, right??

You couldn’t help but to keep touching elbows with both Sarah and Joel. You were thick, wasn’t anyone’s fault. With Sarah being so skinny she really only bumped elbows when she leaned in to talk to you. With Joel, he was broad shouldered and half asleep for the first part of the flight. You fell asleep too.

***

“This is your pilot speaking, welcome to Fort Lauderdale-Hollywood International Airport. The skies are blue and temperature at a comfortable 73 degrees.”

This was what you heard as you started to wake up, realizing your head was rested on none other than Joel’s shoulder.

You sat up quick, “oh my gosh, sorry, Mr. Miller.” You blushed and laughed a little.

“It’s okay, sweetie.” He smiled and briefly patted the back of your hand that was on the armrest between you two.

“Th- thank you.” You stutter a little.

The lights in the cabin come on and the plane makes a slightly rough landing, waking Sarah up next to you.

“Are we here already?” She held her head up.

“Yep.” You look over at her. “It’s almost cruise time.” You giggle.

“Cruise time?” She mocks you.

“Shut up. I’m still sleepy.” You snort.

***

Getting off the plane and out of the airport was nothing short of a nightmare. It was extremely busy. It took a half hour to get an available shuttle to the pier.

You all finally got on board the ship after checking your big bags and going through security.

You could breathe now. Vacation had finally started.

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[in-hav3n]

Ok so hear me out. Would you please write me this fantasy:

This one is kinda more fluffy but I have that stupid PHOBIA of insects and spiders and moths. I need him to either get rid of the bug for me or kill it for me or something. Makes me feel so single imagining a cute little domestic scenario like that, and him laughing at you screaming and the way you stand so far back from the quarantined area watch from behind a door and he smiles at you acting like a little girl (not in a weird way btw, like he imagines briefly what you were like as a child in a cute way) and how you initially scream BLOODY MURDER, probably knocking shit down and then plundering down the stairs aggressively shaking down your clothes saying “IT FEELS LIKE ITS ON ME” and he is in the garage or something and hears the commotion and comes in looking ALL KINDS OF FUCKING FOINE. Then he just effortlessly gets rid of it, but pretends to throw it on you maybe or if not that he pretends to be afraid of it like you before just getting rid of it. The era I’m picturing… um, like 2003. Gimme some beef😏

THANK YOU FOR EVEN CONSIDERING THIS AND YED. If you create this, good things will happen to you, thags just how it works tbh.

𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄

WARNINGS : horrible spider lol

It was a rainy Sunday in San Fransisco. Winter was slowly coming, bringing a smooth and fresh atmosphere to the city. After sharing delicious breakfast with your boyfriend, you both decided to go back to your own businesses of the day. James went to his garage to do some handy work on this new old car he recently bought while you decided to spend more time in the kitchen, enjoying this morning peacefulness.

You grabbed a coffee mug and sat down at the table to read some local newspaper brought by the postman yesterday. You weren't really in a hurry this morning and it felt good. You just wanted to enjoy this tranquility you couldn't have during the week. But someone else asked for your attention first. A slight bark and a head bump reminded you that it was time to feed your dog Disco.

"Oh I'm sorry buddy, you were outside and we forgot you", you said to him, quickly getting up to put some food into his plate. "What horrible owners are we, uh?", you scratched his ears and he completely forgot your mistake as soon as he started to devour his meal.

You gave him one last little smile before going back to your reading. You took a sip of your hot beverage and let out a sigh of satisfaction. Being at home was the best feeling in the world. James would be there for at least a month and you already planned many things to do. Including best cuddling sessions after weeks of separation. What you did last night actually and the thought of it is enough to make you smile.

Twenty minutes later, you were still reading, humming a song you had in mine for a while as you were turning the pages. You could also heard James' electric devices from the garage but you didn't mind. You liked when he was busy and when he was at home. You always missed his presence so much.

But suddenly, your smile faded, as soon as you felt something on your bare leg. You froze for a short time, wondering what it was. Probably Disco moving around but...then you realized he was sleeping peacefully near the dishwasher, belly full.

You froze more. If it wasn't Disco, then what could it be? You didn't dare to check and let your mind giving you a picture of the thing that probably was on you. Maybe just a envy to scratch your skin, after all you shaved two days ago...but then, your mind brought you less funny pictures. What if it was a bee? A fly ? A moth ? Or something worse like...a spider ?

You gulped and didn't move. You wanted to see if this feeling was your imagination or if something was really on you so you leaned a bit on your chair but you couldn't see what was under the table. You was kinda reassured when you didn't feel anything for a while when brusquely it moved again. And now you started to panic...

Your breath just increased and you looked around, searching for a solution. You closed your eyes when you felt this "thing" literally walking on your skin...You couldn't take this anymore. With a gasp of fear, you quickly pushed this horrible thing from you, shaking your leg the best you could as you back your chair away in a full speed.

"Oh my god, oh my god!", you mumbled as moving around, searching for a safe place somewhere, far from the monster and landed standing on the couch. Disco looked at you with curious eyes and tilted his head on his side, asking you what was going on. You panted hard, waiting for a sign of the beast. Until it finally showed up, walking peacefully before stopping near your chair.

When your eyes landed on it, you felt another rush of fear. It was a big black spider, with horrible long legs. It could have had the size of a tarantula cause it was absolutely big. No way you were going to kill it by yourself.

"JAMES!", you shouted as loud as you can, when you heard a silence coming from the garage. He wouldn't have heard you with his machines. You heard some other noises and screamed for his name again, adding a little "QUICK ! HELP ME". With that you were sure he'd come in a hurry. And two minutes later indeed, heavy footsteps were heard and then the door was opened.

He looked around, thinking he'd find you in the kitchen but then noticed the chair on the floor and your presence in the living room. "What are you doing there ? Is there a problem, I heard you screaming", he explained with a frown, wondering what you were doing on the couch.

"Oh James please help me!", you begged, almost shaking of fear. "You have to kill it, please!".

"What should I kill ?", he asked again, still curious about the situation.

"This horrible monster near the kitchen table! Please, please do something, it's a big tarantula, an horrible giant tarantula", you explained as pointing out the place where it was. James frowned and walked in the direction, searching for the "monster" you were talking about. He stopped near the beast and suddenly cracked a laughter.

"This monster?", he knelt down to observe it closer.

"James, are you mad ?! Go away from that thing and smash it please!", you begged when you saw him. Was he crazy? Intrigued too, Disco woke up to check what James was doing. "Ha! Wait, Disco is too close baby, please push him away and do something!".

"Sweetheart, calm down...it's only a little spider...", he said softly as he got up, searching for something to smash it while Disco was sniffing it.

"Little spider? Are you kidding me? This monster was on my leg, I can tell you this isn't little AT ALL!", you replied, scratching your legs like if you could still feel it on you. James giggled more and finally found something to smash it with. He kneeled again and you looked at him, hoping this horrible beast would be out of this world very soon.

When James tried to smash it the first time with one of his shoe, he missed it. And you saw the spider walking faster in your direction. Without thinking twice, you screamed loud and high as you can as you jumped faster over the couch to run till the stairs where you finally stayed, feeling safer.

"James please, you can kill a beast with a fucking gun from afar, don't tell me you can't kill this fucking spider !", you begged again, scanning every movement of it to see if it wouldn't come in your direction.

'Hey I do my best!", he replied as he walked to the spider, Disco following him as well. He focused on his target and let his shoe falling down on to, finally smashing it down. "Got it!".

You sighed of relief when you see the horrible beast wasn't on your floor but stuck on the back of his shoe. What a luck James was at home, you wouldn't have been able to do that on your own. You'd have probably stayed outside till he'd have come back home...

"Nothing to worry about baby. It was just a little spider. You know this couldn't have killed you, right ?".

"Oh no, she could have! Believe me! I know this horrible...AAAH!", you screamed louder, jumping from the stairs when James came closer to tease you. He ran after you with his shoe exposed.

"Are you sure?", he said, giggling like a goofy.

"James! C'mon stop this!", you begged, almost like a little girl but it was stronger than you. Insects, and spiders actually, were your biggest fear. "I really ask you to stop, please!"

"Oh c'mon", he chuckled and put the shoe away, near the main door. He'd get rid of the spider later. Instead he came closer to wrap his big arms around you.

"I warn you, if you have this damn fucking spider with you, I'll kill you", you warned him, already preparing yourself to run away again. But James wrapped his arms around you, reassuring you.

"Don't worry baby", he gently said, amused by your attitude. "I have nothing with me, I just want to protect you against a tiny spider". You snuggled into his beefy arms and hid your face against his comforting chest.

"That's not funny at all, you know how much I fear those monsters", you mumbled, asking for some comfort he gave you soon. He rubbed your back, whispering some "hush" near your ear.

"I know baby and you're so cute when you're afraid like this", he smiled and kept doing his gestures to comfort you. You blushed a little but he couldn't see. At least, he thought your childish's reaction was cute. "And you know I'd protect you from any threat...big and little threats", he said.

"This is my man!", you answered, feeling safe in his arms...

A/N : Thank you sweet anon for your ask! I'm sorry for the delay, I needed some time to feel the inspiration coming back :( Hope you'll enjoy it, I had fun writing this!

[harringtown]

the one the lighthouse left alone

requested by anonymous

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: the reader stays with a spooked Eddie after Chrissy’s death (aka just-one-bed, except its actually a kayak, hurt/comfort, and love confessions) 

word count: 3.1k

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Eddie is trying to look for the positives in this situation.

He’s failing miserably. But after almost twelve hours with nothing apart from his own brain and the sharp memories of the night before, pointless mind exercises are all he has left.

Positive: someone came out and patched the hole in Rick’s roof, so while Eddie may be freezing, he won’t be losing any extremities.

Positive: he hasn’t heard a siren in over an hour and a half.

Positive: he’s still alive.

It’s that last one that keeps punching him in the chest. He’s struggling to find the bright side, or the reason, that he’s still alive, and Chrissy is not. Chrissy, whose only apparent crime was setting foot inside Eddie’s trailer.

He’d just wanted to help her. To give her something that took away that desperate, jumpy look on her eyes. It’s a look Eddie knows; one he’s seen in the mirror a thousand times. But he didn’t help her. He took one look and ran as fast and as far as he could, which wasn’t really that fast or far at all.

Now Chrissy’s dead.

Positives, Munson. Find the goddamn positives.

It was his mother’s tactic, her way to find the light in the darkness that was their life. Eventually, she stopped looking, but Eddie, despite his best attempts, didn’t. Can’t.

A voice echoes outside the shed. Eddie freezes, gaze sweeping the shed for some kind of weapon. He figures the cops already want to take him down, he might as well make it difficult for them.

It’s not like they’d believe him if he told the truth.

He ends up clutching the broken shards of a beer bottle, ducking under a tarp just as the shed’s door whines open.

Eddie holds his breath. Voices fill the shed, and he even recognizes a few of them—one of the younger Hellfire members, Dustin, and, for some godforsaken reason, Steve Harrington—but he doesn’t move a muscle. He just waits for his chance.

They have to have come in a car. If he can just get to the door—

Someone reaches for his tarp, and Eddie jerks up, shoving the tarp aside and throwing himself against the intruder, pushing them back until they slam into the rickety walls. Eddie presses the point of the shard into their throat, every single nerve singing with adrenaline.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait—” Steve Harrington’s word fall out in a rush, and his protests are joined by his odd little group, but it isn’t until the last voice joins the throng that he stills.

“Eddie?”

Eddie’s head snaps in the direction of the voice. You stand next to Robin Buckley from band, and you don’t look horrified, but relieved.

Eddie pulls the glass away from Steve’s neck, releasing him.

Steve curses, jumping away, a hand flying to his neck.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Eddie asks, his vision tunneling. He doesn’t care that he doesn’t know or trust most of the people in this ramshackle building. He just cares that you’re here.

You let out a relieved, sharp laugh. “Looking for you.”

“We’re here to help,” Dustin says.

Eddie’s eyes narrow as he takes in the group. Before he can speak, though he has no idea what he’s planning to say, you do it first.

“We know you didn’t do it,” you say, taking a tentative step toward him. “What happened to Chrissy wasn’t your fault.”

Eddie almost moves toward you, but he can’t quiet the warning bells in his head.

“And how exactly do you know that?” he asks.

You exchange a look with Steve Harrington, which bothers Eddie more than he likes.

“It’s kind of a long story,” you say. “And you may not believe it.”

“Try me,” Eddie says.

-

“Harrington,” you call, “do you have any spare clothes in your car?”

Steve frowns. “I mean, an old set of sweats and maybe a tee shirt, but—“

“Clean?”

He gives you a withering look that says screw you, but Max’s words pull his attention when she asks, “Wait, you’re not staying here, are you?”

“Bad idea,” Robin says.

“No, she’s not,” Steve says. He props his hands on his hips. “Because that would be stupid.”

“And a surefire way to get arrested,” Max adds.

“Or, killed,” Dustin says. At the surprised expressions, he quickly amends, “By the thing that killed Chrissy, obviously.”

“You are not the boss of me,” you say, jabbing a finger at Steve. To Max, you add, “And if I’m here, we’re way less likely to get arrested.”      

But that’s not why you want to stay, even if you won’t admit it. Since the moment you heard Eddie’s name with suspect tacked on the end, you’ve been a live wire. Then you heard what really happened in that trailer—saw the terrified, caged-animal look in Eddie’s eyes.

You can’t just leave him here, all alone.

“Kinda feel like that’s an insult,” Eddie interjects, raising a hand.

“Do you want the company or not?” you ask, cocking a brow.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” Steve says.

“You have a bad feeling about everything, Steve,” Dustin says, rolling his eyes. “You’re the boy who cried anxiety.”

“Yeah, and I’ve been right, every time—”

“Harrington,” you say, clapping your hands. “Clothes?”

He huffs a breath. After ten years of friendship, he really shouldn’t be surprised you ended up here. And if he didn’t want you involved with anything monstrous, he shouldn’t have dragged you into the monstrosity three years ago.

Just you, that was something you could manage. But now Eddie is involved. One of the people you’ve fought to keep out of all this since it started.

You’ll be damned if he ends up another victim.

-

After triple-checking all the curtains and the faulty lock on the boat shed door, you join Eddie in the seatless kayak in the middle of the room. With all the blankets and spare hoodies from the shed and Steve’s trunk combined, it isn’t the worst makeshift bed. In another life, it might even be fun.

It isn’t. Not with Eddie jumping at every creaking floorboard or whisper of the wind. Not with your own memories rolling like film credits behind your eyes.

You climb over the kayak ledge, lowering carefully down next to Eddie, who stretches out with his head pillowed on a life vest. The kayak is big enough to hold you both, but still small enough that laying side by side on your backs means being pressed together.  

“You didn’t have to do this,” Eddie whispers. “You probably shouldn’t have.”

You frown, turning your head to look at him. His attention stays focused on the ceiling.

“I know you didn’t do it,” you say.

“That’s not what I’m talking about,” he says. He still doesn’t look at you.

You exhale, gaze trailing up to the wooden-slat ceiling. Half the boards are discolored and rotting.

“It wasn’t your fault, Eddie,” you say. “You have to know that.”

Eddie says nothing for a long time. So long, you don’t think he’s going to.

“You know, I never really thought of myself as the guy who takes off when shit hits the fan. But that’s what I did. I just… ran.”

“You couldn’t have saved her,” you say.

“I could have tried,” Eddie says fiercely, fiercer than you’ve ever heard him.

And you know there’s nothing you can say that will make it okay, make the guilt he carries easier to bear, because you’ve carried it, too.

“Yeah, well, I’m glad you didn’t,” you say. “I don’t even care if that’s selfish. I’m glad that you got out of there. That you’re okay.”

Eddie lets out a trembling breath. He lapses into silence again, and that, above all, shows you how rattled he is. Eddie Munson fills the silence because he’s uncomfortable in it, because if he talks, he can control the situation. But right now, he doesn’t even bother. He’s lost in his own head.

And there isn’t a way to pull him all the way out. Only time can do that.

So, instead of trying, you just slip your hand over his, and when he doesn’t pull away, you lace your fingers together. Squeeze once. Eddie squeezes back.

Somewhere in the distance, maybe a block or two away, a siren flares to life, growing louder for just a moment before fading, but it’s enough to make Eddie jerk up like he’s been electrocuted.

“It’s okay,” you say, sitting up and taking him by the shoulders, guiding him back down. “You’re okay.” He is all stiff limbs and sharp breaths, but he doesn’t fight it when you draw him down against you, an arm over his waist, forehead against his cheek. “I’ve got you.”

One of his hands flies up, fingers wrapped around your wrist like it’s a life raft line. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t make any sound at all, as he breaks. Eddie’s body shakes, and his chest heaves, and the top of your head grows damp with his tears, but he’s silent.

And when it stops, he’s quiet too. But he doesn’t let you go, and you hold on tight, until he falls into a fitful sleep, and long after.

-

You wake against a trembling, muttering form, half your body damp with sweat and one leg entirely asleep. Already, your back aches something fierce, and you’re surely going to regret sleeping here tomorrow, but it isn’t the discomfort that woke you. Curled at your side, Eddie shakes like someone is sending charges up and down his spine. His breaths come out in soft, quick pants, but he doesn’t scream. Like even in a nightmare, he doesn’t want to shift the ground he’s standing on.

You push halfway up, careful not to rock the kayak too much as you place your hands on his shoulders and shake.

“Eddie,” you say. “Wake up.”

His eyes snap open, and they are wild and bloodshot. He jerks upwards, only kept from leaping out of the kayak by your steady grip on his shoulders.

“It’s okay. You’re alright,” you say, talking to him like you might a frightened, stray animal.

The word no falls from his lips so many times, so fast, it turns to gibberish. Eddie is all stiff, jerky movements, his breathing ragged and his fingers gripping the kayak ledges so hard you think he could snap off a piece of wood.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s not real.” You have to get practically in his lap to make him look at you, taking his face in your hands. Any other time, he’d most certainly make a lewd joke about this. “It was just a bad dream.”

“It wasn’t a dream,” Eddie says. “It happened. It—“ He rakes a hand through his hair. His forehead gleams with a thin sheen of sweat despite the cool night. He eyes the rest of the shed, and the locked door, and even if you didn’t know Eddie Munson, you’d know he’s getting ready to bolt.

“Look at me, Eddie,” you say, and now, you are in his lap, straddling his waist, hands running up and down his tense arms. “It’s not real. It’s a memory.”

Eddie shakes his head, already starting to protest, but you don’t give him the chance.

“Can you touch a memory?” you ask.

Eddie frowns. “What? No—”

“Can a memory touch you?”

“No. Obviously, not, but—”

“The past is only as real as you let it be,” you say. “And right now, in Reefer Rick’s shitty shed, in this tiny kayak that is going to screw up both of our backs, the past does not exist.”

Eddie’s nostrils flare, and you can see the panic waging its battle behind his eyes.

“Right now, right here,” you say, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, “it doesn’t exist. It can’t hurt you.”

Eddie takes a breath. Leans into you, just a little bit.

“Right now, you’re safe,” you say softly.

Eddie closes his eyes for a long second. When he opens them, he says, “I keep—God, I keep seeing her face. You’d think she’d have looked scared, or, shit, I don’t know, something, but those eyes—” He stops again. Shakes his head hard, as if he’s trying to dislodge the memory. “She was empty.”

A piece of your heart breaks for this boy you tried so hard to keep safe—to keep as far away from all this as possible. All the canceled plans and lies. All the things you and Eddie Munson might have become if this hadn’t been sitting between you.

“Come here,” you say, sliding off his lap, laying back down. And to your surprise, Eddie sinks down into your arms.

At some point, you’ll both have to deal with all the lines you’ve crossed tonight—the blurry line of friendship you’ve already been dancing along—but something about the dark or the circumstances make the future seem too far away to be concerning.

“You don’t have to talk about it,” you say. “What you saw in that trailer, or what you see in your nightmares. But if you ever want to, I’ll be here.” And because you’re afraid you’ve admitted too much, you add, “All of us will.”

One of Eddie’s arms is slung over your waist, and he messes the hem of your—well, technically, Hawkins High School’s—hoodie between two fingers. Eventually, he asks, “Does it go away?”

You frown, looking down at him, though all you can see from this angle is the crown of his dark hair where he lays against your chest. You catch one of his curls between your fingers, looping it once, twice, three times before you ask, “Does what go away?”

Eddie hesitates. “Oh, you know. The whole, mind-numbing, piss-yourself fear.”

You smile, because even though he’s been through hell, he’s still Eddie. The Upside Down hasn’t broken him yet.

“Not completely,” you say. “But it gets… smaller. You get braver. You learn how to fight it.”

Eddie pauses again. He’s quieter tonight than he has been in your years of friendship.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Eddie asks. “Clearly, this isn’t your first demonic rodeo.”

“No. It’s not,” you say, avoiding the first question.

But it’s Eddie, and he’s never met a question he couldn’t pull an answer out of. He seems to chew on his words for a beat before he says, “So, all the weird injuries. The secrets. This is what you were hiding?”

You say nothing, because if you open your mouth, you won’t be able to shut it.

“What, you didn’t think I could help?”

“Of course, not—” You say.

“Did you think I’d get in the way? Do something stupid, get somebody killed?” He huffs a breath. “Better to just keep me on the sidelines, where I can’t screw anything up.”

“Is that what you think?” You scoff.

Eddie sits up, and his absence is like a cold blanket everywhere he touched.

“If you’ve got a better story, sweetheart, I’d love to hear it,” he says, waving a hand.

“I didn’t tell you because I was trying to avoid this,” you say, gesturing at the shoddy cabin, at him, at all of it. “Because when people get involved, they get hurt, and sometimes, they die, and I can’t lose anyone else. Especially not someone I—” Your mouth forms words faster than you can screen them, and you manage to shut off the tap just before taking a step you can’t go back from. “I just can’t lose anyone else.”

“Someone that you…?” Eddie trails off.

You ease back against the kayak’s side, averting your gaze.

“Don’t make me say it.”

“Say what?” Eddie asks.

“You know what.”

Eddie makes a humph noise. “Yeah, well, if there’s anything the last twenty four hours has taught me, it’s that I don’t actually know shit.”

You force yourself to meet his eyes. Somehow, opening your mouth to speak is scarier than the monsters you’ll soon have to face.

“I didn’t stay with you because I was worried you’d get yourself arrested, or because I thought you needed a babysitter,” you say. “I stayed because I love you. And it’s okay if you don’t, and I’m sorry if that makes things weird, but you have to know, I wanted to tell you about all of this so many times—”

Eddie says your name, and his tone, stiff and quiet, cuts your ramble in half. You clamp your mouth shut, ignoring the heat rushing up your neck and throughout your cheeks.

He says it again, moving while he does it, shifting closer until there is nowhere to go but over the side of the kayak. But he lingers there, just looking at you.

“Say something,” you murmur. If you have to bear another second of this, you won’t be the only one to die before Eddie’s eyes tonight.

A lopsided, almost shy smile plays on his lips as he says, “I’m trying to think of something to say that doesn’t sound really, really stupid.”

A cold front washes over your skin, and you inch away from him, clenching your teeth.

“We don’t have to talk about—”

Eddie takes your chin in one hand, guiding your eyes back to his. His gaze flicks around your face, dropping down to your mouth and back up. He licks his lips.

“No, that’s not what I—” He stops. Shakes his head. “Screw it.”

“What?” you ask, but before the word is entirely out of your mouth, Eddie leans forward and kisses you.

For an entire second, you’re so shocked, you don’t move, don’t breathe, and Eddie takes it exactly the wrong way. Just as he starts to pull back, you reach for him, catching his lips in yours.

And this time, you don’t freeze. You kiss him back.

At first, it’s hungry and clumsy, like making up for lost time, but it shifts, softens, and by the time Eddie pulls back, your brain is fuzzy, and your lips are numb.

He dips his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering shut.

“I do, too,” he says, so quietly that even the wind probably can’t hear; the words are for you and you alone. “Love you.”

And you might be in a ramshackle, crumbling boat shed, with a boy on the run from murder charges—false, but still—but it almost feels like a sacred space. Like all the horror and mayhem outside these walls can’t touch either of you.

Eventually, you’ll both have to open the door and face what’s waiting on the other side. But for now, it is just you and Eddie and a kayak, and that’s all that matters.

-

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Drenched

A Mr Ben Fan Fic

I need help. I am always in a Dave York pit, however I am really really really feeling Mr Ben at the moment. I had no intention to write this at all. I have so many in draft that I wanted to get done but on November 6 an idea came into my head & I then spent nearly 2hours starting. I have no idea when you will read this but I really like what I’ve written here.

Synopsis:- your car is being repaired, & your on your way to college in a storm. Circumstances beyond your control, lead you to the best kind of lazy day to snuggle in doors.

Word Count: 4100

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! PIV sex. Established relationship. Swearing, angst, teasing, fingering. Mentions of oral & previous sexual encounters. Dirty talk. Innuendo & things implied. Cream Pie, tasting, mentioned or sex in a public place, talk of gagging.

Thanks as always for the read peoples it’s really appreciated. All feed back is welcome. Enjoy

5 days the garage said. 5 days & your car would be back. 5 days & it would be repaired from the rival men’s hockey team taking it out on the nearest car possible when they lost, which just happened to be yours. You didn’t know until right at the end of the match as you were doing the college radio commentary for the game. The college said they would pay for all your repairs & 3 of the rival team have now been kicked off their scholarships. That makes you feel a little bit better but not right now.

It’s now been 8 days since they said 5 & it’s properly fall. It’s dropped in temperature. It’s raining & the bus stop is 10min Walk from your apartment to get to the campus. You’re there as a mature student. Getting your masters studying 2 days a week while you work the other 3 in your job. This will leas to a promotion though, your work have said that. That’s why you were working & commentating on the hockey game. You’re lined up to be the next big sports reporter on tv. NFL Super Bowl anchor one day has even been mentioned by some people in the industry that know what they are taking about. You blushed when you heard this. Your potential is already being recognised.

You waited as long as you could for the rain to slow down before you take the most sheltered walk to the bus stop. No amount of clothes & layers & waterproofs will protect you. You have a change of clothes in your bag. You stride over puddles & avoid the splash points walking under as many shelters as you can. But then it happens. The bus you are meant to catch is early & your still 2mins away from your stop so you start to run, knowing if no one is at your stop you will be late or will need to call an Uber. That would be have been the sensible thing to do to start with. You’re good at jogging but not in the rain so you start to gather momentum. But in Your haist, you’ve neglected where your feet are going on the path.

Splash!

The bus hits the deep puddle in the road right next to you. Drenching you in seconds making you stop in your tracks.

“Fuck!” You shout as the bus keeps going, spray flying into the air covering any other crazy person who’s out in this rain & because no one is waiting doesn’t stop at your stop. It just keeps going.

“Oooh for fuck…” but your expletive is stopped by the lorry that then also hits the puddle & covers you. It uses its horn too.

“FUCK YOU!” You scream as you trudge your sodden mess of a being into the bus stop & sit down for a few seconds. Your shivering, hands are shaking. You could just turn around & go home & do this on zoom but you’re resilient & you’ve got to where you are in life because of this. However this weather, the splashing & the bus have made you think today is not your day. Everyone can have bad days & you feel your bottoms lip quiver.

Beep beep! A horn goes off, you don’t pay attention to it probably some jerk mocking you. BEEP!!!

“Urgh” you go & look up to moan & be all grumpy & moody but then you stand there in shock. A friendly face in a blue Ford is waving at you. It starts off your own water works & you as you cry, rush & leap into the back seat of the car. This is no strangers car. You quickly shut the door & let the emotions take hold. A warm friendly hand from the drivers seat leans into you from the front.

“You’re soaked” he says “didn’t I tell…” but his voice trails off when he sees you’re crying. “Hey hey hey.” He turns the engine off & puts his hazards on so no one hits his car & his face turns to face you. Bens face no matter what, is always reassuring & soft. “It’s okay I’m here, you’re safe, okay you look like a drowned rat but…” you sadly pout at him. “Sorry trying to make you smile” Ben smirks. “It’s better you laugh then cry” that perks you up slightly & your lips almost smile at him as you grab the towel he has on the back seat for when the travels with his cat to wipe you down slightly. It doesn’t bother you if you’re now covered in cat hair.

“You like my little smile Ben”

“Hey what can I say, I’m a romantic who likes the small things in life” the way his hand feels against your cheek has you blushing & feeling rather warm.

“Thank you though Ben, this is…”

“You still should have called me this morning, I’d have gone out my way to pick you up” knowing your calmer Ben turns back around & turns the engine on & take the two of you to the college.

When you arrive at college you you look at your phone to see a notification pop up.

“Typical arghhhh” you growl, as Ben parks his car in a teachers spot.

“What’s up now?” He says sarcastically as he does his coat up.

“I was rushing in for a writing lecture with Professor Steven’s but his own kids school is shut due to flooding, so he’s not going to be in today. I got drenched for nothing” Ben turns to face you & sees the frustration in your eyes.

“Hey, just remember what we said the other week” you roll your eyes at him & say in unison mocking him in his teachers voice “everything happens for a reason”

“Yea I know Ben but still. My next lecture today isn’t until 1pm. I’ve made this journey for no reason.” Ben shakes his head at your negative attitude.

“You’re as moody as the weather today you know that” you raise an eyebrow at him & sigh.

“It’s not my fault Mr Ben” you snap back, frustrated with life. He knows you’re in a mood when you call him that. He much prefers it when you call him your handsome professor. You were introduced at the writing meet up at the start of term. A few flirty words, became a coffee, then dinner & a movie, & have now become a relationship. Spending alternate weekends at each others apartments. The way he makes you cum you’ve never experienced before. His hands are masterful on your clit. Because you’re a mature student it’s not frowned upon, & he doesn’t teach you. He’s not breaking any rules. You could have easily had met it at a bar one day. But maybe the way you shout ”ooh professor teach me about kinky sex” shouldn’t really go into the college open guide for prospective new students. Especially as Mr Ben like to gag you & you send nudes to each other each night. A few 3am hook ups have happened when things have got out of hand on face time. He’s often the one rushing to yours to pleasure you until you both sleep through your alarms the next morning. That happened 2 weeks ago.

Ben doesn’t say a word & gets out the car & slams the door making you jump. Your lips quivering in sadness again, as you try to hold everything in. Today really isn’t your day is it. Your door suddenly flings open & he grabs you by the arm pulling you out the car. The rain still pouring, thunder happening a little way off on this miserable day. He shuts the door behind you & pushes you against the car, before his lips find yours. The movies always make this so romantic. & as much as this does perk you up a little, you’re still moody. Bens kisses can almost solve all of the worlds problems. He moans as his tongue finds your tonsils. You can’t deny that this is fucking sexy. He locks the car & then drags you into the college.

“Come on baby” the main hall is slippery & he holding onto you in your sodden state, walks you both through all the students & up to the 2nd floor to his office. It’s not a secret that Professors Ben isn’t single anymore but some people are shocked when they see it’s you he’s protecting & adoring.

Bens office isn’t one he has to share with anyone. Being head of English he gets one with a small bathroom to himself. He throws you in there.

“There’s towels in my gym bag & a big enough sink for you to soak some of your clothes” & he shuts the door & wanders off. He’s also locked it. Is he punishing you for being in a mood & not getting out of the gloom? No Bens to sweet for for that. He knows you need a good cry & to let it all out. He stand by the door as he hears you sob a little before you head to the bathroom. It breaks his heart a little but you needed this moment. You need a good cry after the morning but as soon as you’re out of your wet clothes your attitude improves straight away.

You don’t even realise when you come out the bathroom in your leggins, dress & college hoodie that Ben has returned & is sitting at his desk on his laptop. On the table is a bacon sandwich & a big cup of tea for you, as he looks at his laptop. You perch on the end of his desk & smile at him.

“Thank you”

“For what”

“For being you, for being mine, for letting me be moody”

“You’re welcome I guess” he pokes his glasses further up his nose & smirks. “You always said if I can’t handle you at your worse I don’t deserve you” his big brown eyes dazzle back at you.

“That’s not me at my worse” you say as you bite into the warm toast & bacon.

“Well you’re moodiest then…?” He sees the smile on your face as he teases you. “There it is, that famous smile, the smile that everyone wants to see but only I get to” he stands up & takes a bite out of your sandwich.

“Ben!”

“What?” he says mouth full trying not to laugh “I paid for it, what you gonna do about it?” You then lick your lips before you kiss him & bite his. “Keep doing that & I won’t do any teaching today” he smirks before he softly kisses you back.

“Well maybe that’s what I want, I mean after all my handsome professor did save me from getting wet” you sip your tea, slurping which has Bens heart rate accelerate.

“That i did” Ben puts the bacon sandwich down & his hand trail up from your knees to your thighs, your leggings are thin it’s almost like he’s stroking your skin. “But i…” he then stops thinking it’s too smutty.

“Finish it Ben” you fully uncross & spread your legs & he pulls you so his hardening groin rubs against your pussy. Both still completely clothed. Ben chuckles & then say the words.

“… I think I can make sure you’re not just wet but drenched & soaked.” His hand starts to stroke your entrance, knowing the feel of your panties & legging will cause friction against your clit. Your roll your head back & sigh in pleasure.

“Ooh professor” you moan.

“You like that baby”

“Fuck yes”

“Do you want me?”

“Ooh Ben yes,” your breath is hitched.

“Want your professor to teach you to be nice when people do you a favour? Want your professor to fuck you in his office again?” You both usually have no lessons after lunch on a Thursday & Ben will always use that for his ‘special tutor session’ well that’s what it say in his diary. You’ve been walked in on once since these meet ups started at college. A department assistant needed a book & just walked in while you were sitting in bens chair in just his dark blue shirt, as he licked your pussy dry. Safe to say from that day on Ben has double locked the door on Thursdays.

“Yea Ben, please me Ben” your hand is on his belt undoing it when the room plunged into darkness.

“Ahhhh” you screech” is this a game Ben?” Your body trembles.

“Nope I’m not that clever enough to do that.” He replys & he pulls you in close to him. Lightning lights up the room from his window before the emergency lighting comes on & the college tannoy announce system starts.

‘Due to the incoming storm, unless it is unsafe for you to do so, lessons are cancelled for today. This is a message for all staff & students to leave as safety as you can, if you can’t leave the cafeteria on the first floor will be serving free food & drink all day’

You look at Ben & his hand cups your face.

“Can I have a lift home baby?” You ask & do your innocent eyes at him. Eyelashes fluttering.

“See is it so hard to ask for a bit of help”

“Well no, you’re right there, but I have alternative motives” you say as you pack your damp clothes into a carrier bag after ringing them out of the sink.

“Do you now?” He raises an eye brown as he put his stuff in his bag & put his coat back on.

“I do, you see as much as a lesson in your office is good, I know my bed is much more comfortable for a more personal lesson”

“What make you think I don’t have work to do & that I don’t want to go home to my cat Mr Collins?” He asks.

“Seriously?” You slump a little as you were not looking at his face & then see the sarcastic look on it. “Fuck you Ben” you zip your coat up & pout.

“Ooh you will in about 25minutes.” He says & he rubs his nose against yours before he ushers you out of his office to lock it up. Those work trouser always make his bum look nice & plump as he bends over to grab his bag that he put on the floor as he locked the office.

You rush into your apartment to avoid the increasing resilient rain & shut the door behind Ben & go & turn the heating on but it’s as you feared. The whole block has no power. Bens phone then pings.

“Yea my building has no power too, so it’s not like we can head there either” he says as he hangs his coat up.

“Well we best go get warm some other way shouldn’t we” you take his hand & walk him to your bedroom. “Unless you really do want to go home”

“& miss an afternoon of sex with you… fuck no” he’s kicking off his shoes as he walks along to your bedroom. Once in your bedroom , you light a few candles on your dresser for a little bit of light & Ben scoffs. “Thought I was the romantic one”

“I have my moments baby” you reply as you walk over to him & start unbuttoning his shirt. “& right now I want you to teach me how to be a romantic lover”

“Oooh baby I can’t teach that” he says as he grabs the hem off your dress before he takes it off over your head. The lightning outside crashes as he admires your spotty blue bra “you already do that anyhow beautiful” you sit on the bed & shuffle off your leggings & he loses his trousers. His grey briefs don’t hide how much he wants you. A slow large soft hand strokes your shoulder as he peppers kisses around your neck, just in the crook. Your favourite spot. Your eyes close in pleasure. One hand ruffling his slightly damp hair from the rush inside from the rain. The other feeling his length from above the cloth, edging him on, getting him ready. As his lips embrace yours for a tender kiss his hands unclip your bra.

“All the bloods not rushed to your cock yet then Ben” you mumble before you continue the kiss. He’s smirking this is only the 3rd time since you started having sex that he’s taken it off in one go.

“You always said I had masterful hands.” He cups your breasts, your nipples hardening at each motion he does on them. You’re so aroused that you might not even need him inside you to make you cum.

Out of habit he lays you down on the bed. His whole weight on top of you. He penis pulsing inside his briefs, & one of those large hands inside your panties. Your clit being attended to as your kisses get much more passionate.

“God you’re wet already baby” he says as his strokes get more intense. You have no words in reply. “Good girl” he lifts off your body & slowly peels your sodden panties from your body. His eyes always dilate at the sight of you naked. He always wonders how he got so lucky. “Godess” he whispers as he pulls his briefs down to reveal his girthy length. You without realising moan deeply & lick your lips, knowing just how the pinch is going to satisfy your needs. He lies back in the bed being your big spoon. You’ve moved up a little so your head is on the pillow. The kissing resumes & so does the pleasing if your clit. Your own hand now jerking his length. His low moans rattles like the thunder outside.

“Ben, make me yours” your teeth graze his lips.

“You already are beautiful” your pelvis is moving at a same rhythm to his hand now. You turn to your side Lying on you right, facing the window. The storm still bellowing outside the candles flickering away. You’re gently grind into his lap & he moans. “Oooh baby you want this”.

“Mmmmhmmmmm” you mumble & then gasp. He’s turned to be a full on spoon & is stroking his length against your slick. Coating it, ready for fun.

“Oooh you do like that baby” you nod in reply & then feel it as ben adjusts your legs & his body & he slowly inserts his erect penis inside you. All the way. In one go, the entire shaft. Your hand grabs the pillow as noise escapes your mouth before there’s a long drag against your walls before he glides fully back in. “Oooh you take me so well” he says a seductive look back at you as you turn your head.

“Yes Ben oh yess baby” you’re stumbling to find other words in your vocabulary. He’s dragging you, each slow draw against you feels exquisite. He has a quick look from over your left shoulder that he’s been kissing to see how good it looks. You always feel so tight to him, but he always can go fully in, balls deep, & he looks at the magnificent site, proud of the both of you.

“You enjoying this baby”

“Yes Ben”

“So good so right so tight, oooh my baby girl, you make me want more”

“Who says you can’t?” Your lips take his & a long sloppy kiss commences. This is all it takes for him to speed up & find a more vigorous rhythm.

You both moan & hum. A low but panty noise. It’s drowned out only by the thunder outside. Every now & then the lightning fills the room. Crashing & hitting hard like he is doing when he finds your gspot. He bites your lip when you quiver the first time. He knows he’s found it. He can feel your body tremble. Feel it rive in pleasure. He’s alternating his kisses as you lie there & moan his name.

“Oooh ben oooh baby yes yes yessss” it’s a strained cry.

“Fuck sweetheart” he’s working his pace further. “Oooh my love oooh fuck”

“Oooh fuck ben more”

“More?”

“Fuck please”

“God you’re needy” be nips around your neck”but your cunts glorious” & he ramps his pace up even more. How does he feel bigger than he did at the start? Maybe you’re so in the zone, you are just lost in this trance of passionate love making. But he hits the spot with each thrust.

“Ooooooh fuck fuck fuck Ben” your moaning is getting loud as he withdraws & lays you on your back. You gasp at the loss of him but as soon as he’s happy that you’re lying facing up at him he’s back on top of you. It was only a few seconds he wasn’t inside of you & his penis is covered in your juices, but the feel as he dives back in & grind down on you hard is insane. “Ooooh yessssss”

“Fuck baby” he lifts your legs & puts your feet on his shoulders. When your minds not in a sex glazed fog, you can see his jaw is clenched as he pummels you. His cock feeling phenomenal. His body sticky with sweat. He may be a handsome professor but right now Mr Ben is fucking you like it’s your wedding night. It’s rampant passionate & sexy.

“Ben oooooh fuck Ben” your screams & moans are now louder than the lightning. You see bens silhouette when the shadows appear on the wall from the extra light. He’s a monster of a man in size so broad & he is all yours.

“Fuck darling Jesus fucking Christ, your so tight”

“Yes yes yes yes yes I’m almost there baby”

“You wanna drench me?”

“Yes”

“You wanna soak me”

“Ooooh yes”

“you want to…”

“Oooooh fuck” you interrupt his sentence. It was almost a tease what he says because that’s what you do. You squirt, as your orgasm from over stimulation hits you like a train. Pleasure explodes out of every part of you as Ben watches in awe at the mess you are making.

“God that’s sexy, oooh fuck” 3 jolted thrusts later, he cums inside you. Filling you up, coating you, his body twitches & he screams your name at the top of his high. “Oooh fuck baby oooh fuck”

“Oh Ben oooh fuck ben” you don’t think you’ve ever breathed this heavily in your life, as you open your eyes & slowly come down from your extreme high & realise what you did. You slowly lower your legs off his shoulders as he leans back & admires the state of the mess you’ve made.

He doesn’t hesitate. Ben drops his head between your thighs as soon a he has come too & he laps away. His cock is still hard & dripping.

“Oooh baby” you snarl & run your fingers through his hair pushing his lips further into you, as his tongue licks you out. You don’t cum as he abruptly stops. His face glistens, covered in you & him. Well you think that’s the scene before you. You’re over taken by the taste of his lips that are sticky & consists of you both. He holds your head in place as you go back to his hair with your hand.

“We taste good together”

“Yes we do Ben” he’s pushing hard against you, almost ready for another round he’s not gone soft yet. He hitches against your enterance as the kiss continues. But you then both jolt. You hear a rumble but it’s not the thunder from the storm. It’s your building generator. The power is coming back on.

“What was that?” He asks distracted for a few seconds.

“The powers coming back”

“Did we make enough electricity between us baby, to restart it” he says before your neck receives the next round of kisses your nails dig into his back.

“Ben we’re so electric, the grid would flood”

“Is that so” he smirks he’s almost inside you as his hand caresses your tummy. “Well you’ve been wet & drenched & even squirting…” you bashfully smile at that. Still you can’t believe that’s even possible ”let’s get the flooding sorted too” & he pushes deeply inside you making you moan. The power might be back on but the only connection either of you need this afternoon is your body’s moving as one. A storm maybe brewing but those rumbles of thunders don’t meet the noises you & your handsome professor make for the next few hours. The candles have long flickered out by the time your afternoon delight is over.

[mad-aims]

Shower thoughts for Good Omens 3:

Imagine if there’s a part where Crowley needs to get to heaven ASAP, to desperately rescue Aziraphale. He jumps in the Bentley, adds a miracle to it (like Aziraphale did to Madame Tracy’s moped that one time) and shoots off like (a twisted metal lemon from hell) Top Gun’s Maverick, only in a Classic Bentley. (Chitty Chitty Bang Bang only wayyyyy cooler)

Then suddenly! He needs to go faster and the Bentley won’t make it!

He opens the car door, wind blowing his hair and clothes around and then leaps out, large majestic, black wings unfurling suddenly and he soars! Blazing through the sky like a shooting star. Just in time to catch Aziraphale who has been thrown out of heaven and is falling fast. Bonus points if at this point it’s playing Spread Your Wings.

Then Crowley is all like “It’s alright Angel, I’m here now and I’m never leaving you again.”

Aziraphale is all like “Oh Crowley!” 😍

Also the Bentley is fine. She’s just flying around in the sky in circles happily like a dog chasing its tail.

Another part what would be cool to see is, maybe there’s like a big fight with Heaven and Hell on Earth, let’s say the Metatron is all villain era and all the humans Crowley and Aziraphale have met and had interactions with in the two series are there to help, and they’re down to dire straits. Aziraphale is all like “Right that’s it! I’m going to do something, but I need you all to close your eyes. This is beyond human comprehension and might get very, very bad. Close your eyes now and I’ll tell you when you can open them again. Be not afraid. Please trust me, I’ll protect you.”

They close their eyes and then he walks in front of them all, goes all final form bitch! Turns into his full on biblical horror angelic form (all the eyes) and a huge bright light shines from him.

Behind him you hear “Angel!”

Then Crowley steps up, he also turns all final form also glowing a very bright light. (Maybe in a different colour? Black light? I dunno)

And they kind of hold hands, (Do Eldritch horrors have hands?)

Well the lights merge together and they form an even brighter, white light that enshrouds everything.

Bonus points if so far in the series Crowley hasn’t called Aziraphale angel at all yet. Also more bonus points if there’s a distinct sound of nightingales singing in the background.

Then they both proceed to kick Metatron’s and whoever else’s ass.

[yourkimjaejin]

I Care

"I'm gonna kill the company." Haechan's eyes followed his fellow members figure as she paced back and forth in the living room of his home. Juno had stormed into his house a mere thirty minutes after he texted her about packing for the airport.

The woman marched through his front door, threw her purse down and had been plotting the downfall of SM ever since.

"You can't kill a company Juno."

"Then I'll get someone to buy it."

"Do you even know anyone with enough money to buy SM as a whole?"

"Have you met Chenle?" She paused her pacing to look at Donghyuck incredulously.

"I love Chenle just like everyone else. Unfortunately, He does not have enough money to buy out the company." Juno began to throw a mini tantrum, whining and stomping her feet. Haechan had to cover his smiling face with his hand. It was impossible not to find cute. Minutes later, Juno flopped down on the couch crossing her arms with a pout while Donghyuck continued to pack his bag.

He went back to his room to get his latest clothing obesseion, his loewe beanie, only to see the women now laying across his luggage case in protest. Haechan walk over to stand over Juno, trying and failing to look stern.

"You have to let me pack."

"You need to rest."

"I feel better."

"NOT ENOUGH FOR ME!" Juno sat up, eyes sharp in anger but they quickly turned sad. She walked over to the window looking over the Korea skyline.

Juno was so worried when the news came out about Haechan being sick. The signer was halfway booking a fight until Thea called to give her the rundown. The talk with AG's leader stopped her from flying out to 127's location but it didn't stop her worry. After Haechan told her he'd be flying back to Korea, she forced one of the managers to take her to the airport and pick the sick man up.

Mama Lee and Juno had been tag teaming, getting Donghyuck to do nothing but sleep, eat and drink water. Day's later, their hard word paid off. Donghyuck was better. His fever went down, his throat wasn't as scratchy but it still hurt when he swallowed.

Someone should have told SM the better didn't mean best.

Juno let out a deep sigh. Wishing there was a way to get the company off the younger's back so he can rest, properly.

Haechan made his way to her side, wrapping an arm around her waist and bringing her close. Haechan may have indulged a bit and placed a soft kiss on the side of her forehead.

"It's just a fansign. I won't be doing anything else."

Juno sighed, "A fansign which leads to a performance. Which leads to practices for dream then SM just takes advantage of you again and works you until your sick...again." She turns around in his hold to face him, "You need rest to get better. You can't keep getting to 70 percent then go on about your day." Haechan could tell the singer was serious about this. Serious about him taking care of himself. But its hard when it feels like your success as an idol is reliant on you being present twenty-four seven.

Donghyuck somehow pulled her closer, resting his head against hers. The pair stayed that way for awhile, pausing the world until its just the two of them. Juno wanted to fight more. Storm into the company and force them to let Donghyuck rest but she didn't have that kind of power. Not yet anyway.

She also knew her fellow singer found it hard to sit in one place for more than a day. The younger confessing that having her close made the time pass quicker. Made him feel less lonely. If that's the least Juno can do, she'd do it.

"Wanna help me finish packing?"

"....fine. I'll be making sure you dont forget an ounce of your medcine. Mama Lee's orders."

"Of course! Wouldn"t wanted to disrespect Mama Lee."

The rest of the night was spent folding clothes in comfortable slience.

And if Juno force fed him his medicine right before he got out of car the next day....nobody needed to know.

[lullabyofthesnow]

I think I love you, Dante

Dante Sparda x gn!reader

Warnings: Small descriptions of a demon, you are attacked by a demon, kissing, fluff

Dante had been gone when you woke up. Usually he would greet you with a kiss on your forehead before you were fully awake but this time the bed was empty. The sheets as if he never left. His scent all over the bed. Washing detergent and pizza grease. Not the best smells but it was Dante, so you didn´t really bother.

After another hour of laying around, you decided to leave the bed and make your way downstairs. The Devil May Cry office was never properly clean no matter how often you would clean it. Dante was just messy. Many pizza boxes littered the place and the lights did not work. You never knew why his bills weren´t paid but you stopped bothering him about it since he would dodge the question anyway.

If the lights did not work, the water would not be running either. The only solution would be to go to your own apartment and get properly cleaned. Your hair greasy and body odour smelling horrendous. All of your clothing was dirty and the only articles of clothing left were your underwear and one of Dantes shirts. You quickly packed up your clothing and personal belongings. When you opened the door, you peeked outside. If anyone saw you in only your underwear and one of Dantes shirts it would be embarrassing for you. Especially if Lady or Trish would see, they would never let you live it down.

As soon as everything was empty , you sprinted down the street down to your car. Once inside a breath of relief left your mouth. No one saw you and so you drove of into the direction of your apartment complex. Some streets had been closed off from demon attacks. Truthfully you did not know where Dante was this morning. He would never tell you when he had a new job, he would just leave and send you a fast message. Today though you received no message at all. It made you worry but he always returned to you, so you shouldn´t.

Suddenly you noticed a black creature flying straight at you. You quickly pushed the brakes, making your car halt. Before it hit your car, you opened the door and jumped out. The creature completly crashed into the windshield. It quickly recovered and swiftly made its way into your direction. You jumped up and ran into the direction of the Devil May Cry office, your phone still remaining in the passenger seat of your car.

Dante never wanted you to be involved in the whole demon business, you were the only part of his life that was normal. Even if you asked him if he could show you some tricks against those foul creatures, he would not tell you anything. That meant that you were helpless, at the mercy of the demon. Well, you supposed it was a demon because of its dreadful smell and hideous apperance. The only thing you could do was run and so you did. Adrenaline carried you through. The demon hot on your heels. Besides running you started to scream for help but no one was there. The streets were completly emtpy, as if everyone just dissapeared.

Suddenly something grabbed your leg and pulled you back. You fell onto your back and were slowly pulled towards the demon. Its mouth opened wanting to consume you. Many rows of teeth revealed themselves to you, making the sight even more horrifying. You tried fighting it but to no avail. This couldn´t be the end. You still wanted to do so many things in your life. Tears travelled down your cheeks. You still wanted to live, you still wanted to tell Dante that you loved him. Oh you loved him so dearly. Since you had known him, he had been so kind to you and always listened to your worries and fears and in return you did the same. He had to know your feelings but it was now to late. Its mouth moved closer and closer, out of instinct you closed your eyes afraid of the pain. You only awaited the teeth of the beast to finally take a bite out of you. Until.....

Nothing. Nothing happened. You slowly opened your eyes again. The demons mouth still open before you. Blood trickeled onto your forehead. The demon had been stabbed right through its supposed chest. The sword pointing into the direction of your forehead. Upon further inspection you noticed it had been Dantes sword. You saw it many times before he left for some of his jobs. The demon was cut in half until it was completly vaporised into dust. Sun casting a shadow on him, your knight without his shining armour. Dante stepped closer revealing his face to you.

He held a hand out towards you and with an amazed gaze you took it.

"Now, how lucky am I to stumble upon a sweet thing like you." He said that with a smile to his face. You jumped into his arms, relief washing over you.

"Dante, I am so glad you are here. I...I was so scared and I-." You were caught of guard by his lips pressing onto yours. A simple kiss but it told you so much.

"How about you explain to me first why you are only wearing a shirt." Embarrassment took over and you started stuttering, unable to form a proper sentence. Dante started laughing at that. In retaliation you hit his chest, making him laugh even more.

"You know what? Forget it, Dante." A pout formed on your lips and you turned around. With that Dante wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close.

"How about we have a date night today, after I am done cleaning up. Does that sound good to you, my sweet baby?" He teasingly asked you right above your ear. This made you completly melt into him, your bodies fitting perfectly into eachother.

With a smile you said, "Pay your bills first and then we will see." You both laughed and Dante turned you around to look at him. You stared into his dreamy icy blue eyes, a love struck look on your face.

"I think I love you, Dante." You pressed your lips onto his and he quickly replied.

"I love you too."

[sweetie-bri]

Noise Complaint [Giantess Growth Caption]

The streets that used to be quiet were now filled with some kind of noise! Probably some car revving its engine, no it was too loud for a car... It was inconsistent, maybe construction work? It didn't sound like any construction I'd ever heard... Maybe a plane flying too low? Looking up you didn't see a plane but you DID see the source of the sounds.

It was moaning. Deep breaths, and coos of a woman, and the source was what looked to be a college age girl stretching out upwards and tearing through what little clothes she had left. Grinding on the ground to pleasure herself as she grew above the sky scrapers. Sometimes phrases like "It really worked!" "It feels so good!" & "more, MORE!" Escaped her lips in-between aggressive moaning.

Eventually; with one last build-up and climax the growing girl had reached her orgasm and surveyed the landscape below her. Having just climaxed, I can only imagine the combined pleasure she felt of both afterglow and view of everything she ever knew now in the palm of her hand.

[elderflowernumb]

The bonfire party was going great until the distant rumble of summer heat lightning became cracking peals of thunder that lit up the bayou.

Gusts of wind and torrential rain extingued the burn and sent cheap plastic lawn chairs flying. Your friends scattered - running off to cars or ducking under the rack of stashed canoes.

A hand grabs yours, and you're forced to dash along side someone into the nearby woods.

Your cheap sandals are caught and then left behind in the damp red clay. The grip on your hand had steadied you before you pitched forward into the mud, but pulled you along incessantly into the swamp without allowing you to retrieve them.

Your feet are soon covered in deep scratches and contusions as you scramble over thorns and small stones to keep up. Your damp hair sticks to your face and water gets in your eyes.

Ahead of you a dim light begins to get bigger. Lighting through the trees illuminates a building of some kind, small and tucked under a large live oak.

Obviously the individual who brought you here was familiar with this spot, and had thought to get you out of the storm in its entirety. You still couldn't see who it was though.

You both burst through the unlocked doors, the stranger grabbing the small solar light off of the porch as you did. The faint light reflected off of the polished rows of pews inside.

An old church, Bibles rotting in their holders and mildew being the second strongest smell only to incense.

You look at the stranger who brought you here. They turn their head and make eye contact, pinning you to the spot with the look in their eyes.

You couldn't tell if they were angry or annoyed, if it was you or the storm - but they were upset.

"You're hurt." Is the first thing out of their mouth. It takes you a minute to understand but then you look down and see what they mean.

Long dark scratches from brambles, sand spurs clinging to the hem of your soaked sweatpants. Your feet are covered in red clay and blood, and one of your toes may be broken.

"It's fine." You assure them, "I've honestly had way worse."

Their frown seems to deepen, and before you can say anything further the light turns off and they seem to disappear. You hear rummaging noises and muttering from a side room.

You try to walk towards the sound but you bump into a pew with a SMACK! and add another bruise to the collection.

You rub the spot and groan for a moment. The noise has stopped; you can hear the steps of the stranger returning.

"Hey why'd you -"

The sentence is interrupted by them sweeping you into their arms and carrying you across the room. You're gently placed on something flat and high off the ground. The light is still off, so you feel around. Cold marble is under your hands.

"Am I...on an altar right now?" you practically whisper. Your stomach feels warm, maybe from being held just now.

The stranger offers no response, but a match is struck and them begin to light up the surroundings by lighting the old candles around you. The air begins to smell like beeswax and incense, which you inhale gratefully in an effort to dispel mold and swamp from your nose.

The stranger finishes lighting everything and then kneels infront of you, pulling an old wooden box next to them. You're about to ask what they're doing when you feel something being poured on your feet.

It stings a little, and you squeak at the sudden sensation. You watch as they pull out a cloth and some bandages, gently cleaning the mud and scabs off of you.

Their gaze is focused as they sanitize every scratch and apply ointment to the scrapes. Their hands are gentle as they wrap soft guaze around everything, ensuring the area remains sterile.

You can't help but watch as that warm feeling in your gut expands. Something about the way they're treating you makes you feel giddy, like you're something precious and fragile.

"Don't get down." They say with an authoritative tone as they finish their work.

They haven't moved from where they're kneeling however.

Eyes meet yours again as you look down at them, and they're something there you can't understand. Maybe the candle light is changing their expression, or the incense is making you lightheaded -

But something in their gaze looked borderline worshipful.

You gulp and squirm in place as the heat in your stomach goes abruptly lower.

"Why'd you bring me here?" you ask, looking away flushed. "I didn't even know this place existed."

"It's my hiding spot. I come here sometimes during the day when I have nowhere else to be."

Their hand reaches out and strokes your ankle.

"I thought maybe you'd like it here too. And given the situation I thought you'd like to be out of the storm."

As if in reminder, a large CRACK! shook the air, the interior of the church blindingly bright for a moment.

The light is almost as bright as the now burning look in the strangers eyes.

"I don't remember inviting you to the party."

You try to slide farther back onto the altar, away from their hands. The palm on your ankle becomes a vice grip, and yanks you forward.

"Forgive me, but I couldn't help but invite myself."

Their arms slide up along your legs, gripping your thighs. You wince a bit as fingers bruise the skin over the sore spot from the pew.

The fervent look in their eyes fades a bit as they loosen their grip.

"Are you still hurt?" there's worry in their voice.

Hoping that an injury would distract them from whatever they had started doing, you nod.

The hand that had been lightly gripping you goes suddenly higher, and your sweats are pulled off of you in one motion. "Let me see."

Shock stops you from doing anything until their face is directly next to your thigh, their brows knit as they attempt to see the bruise in candlelight. You put a hand on their forehead, stopping them from getting closer.

They look back up at you with those bright eyes, and assure you, "I won't do anything you don't want."

Your hand stays on their head as they slowly dip down and gently kiss the injury.

A noise bubbles up from your throat, something like a choked whimper.

You can feel the grin form against your skin as they hear the sound. They kiss again, this time slightly higher. You swear you can feel a bit of tongue dart out.

"You don't have to be afraid of me." is whispered as their breaths start to tickle your hip. "I just joined your party tonight because I wanted to pray."

The voice that comes from you is confused and throaty. "Pray? To what? And what does that have to do with my party?"

Teeth nip your stomach as they use their mouth to remove your boxers. Another kiss is planted closer now to the spot all of the heat has been pooling to.

"Well I pray to only one, and when I do it is with my whole being," the explanation tickles against your navel, "and for the duration of this storm, that worship will be done with you."

Finally their head dips and their mouth is on you, sucking away as a deep, broken noise rumbles out of you. Your hand is fisted in their hair, pulling it as you lock eyes with them again.

Fevor, worship, supplication - these words rattle around in your head as you look at them. The look they are giving you is half-condescending, half-venerating. It makes you want to slap them, and you yank cruelly upward.

They break suction and MOAN. The lewdness of the sound makes you clench, and you wrap your hand around their throat. Nails leave crescent marks on their neck that sluggishly bleed, but they still hold your gaze with defiance and want.

"Why me?" You demand, shaking them.

"It's always been you." They choke out. "Please - "

You cut them off. "Please what?!"

"Let me worship you." They reach their hands out and run their arms under your shirt, stroking up your back. "I will treat you like a god."

The hand holding them releases and they sag for a moment. Then they pull your shirt over your head, leaving you naked on the altar.

The peel off their own wet shirt and lean forward over your lap, arms wrapping around your waste. They press their face into your stomach as they beg, "Let me show you the extent of my devotion."

You don't understand why they want this, with you, here and now. But a coil of want and need has been twisting in your guy since this began and regardless of how, it had to be addressed.

You embrace them in your lap. Maybe you've gone crazy, but your mouth moves on its own.

"Then show me."

They let out a small, excited moan and push you back onto the cold marble. Hands lock around your hips and pull you forward until your ass is nearly hanging off the edge. They press forward between your legs and trail their hand upward to your face.

"I will make you MY god."

[chaoticgeminate]

Evening Events

Part of the Iridescence Fictional Universe Sparkling Embers Series Part Two

Pairing: Hellhound!Javi G x Half-Pixie f!Reader Series Rating: M Warnings: Toxic and abusive family, implied past bloodshed

Word Count: 2.9K

When no issues with the shipment of goods were made known you had decided it was safe to head off for your holiday, not really wanting to but knowing it was something you couldn’t miss. Not when the Queen of the Diminutive Fey so kindly offered a direct invitation, at least, and as you finished packing up you heard a low hum from the doorway as Javi took in your attire. One thing you detested about going back was the very rapidly changing dress requirements depending on your grandmother’s whim. Right now she was in a traditionalist phase, women in skirts or dresses and men in trousers sort of phase, you hated it.

You had thrown on a dress, the top half was a black turtle neck bodice while the skirt was a brown tartan pattern and a tea length, your opaque black tights and brown ankle boots completed the look and Javi tipped his head slightly.

“Traditional attire is sort of the thing with El’Anasaar right now, this is the kind of thing I’m expected to wear since it’s what the Court has made all the rage.” Your explanation earned a sympathy-laden nod, the sarcasm dripping from your voice at the end of the sentence coupled with an eye roll and shake of your head.

“You look beautiful, though you always do, but I do think I prefer your usual clothing to this. I’ll drive you to the Embassy building, Libélula, you are taking a portal there?”

With a snap of your fingers the luggage you packed began to levitate behind you as the pair of you left the bedroom to head for the front door.

“Yep, it’s the direct portal to El’Anasaar and the less traveling I have to do the better. If I were to take the Seagate Portal it would take me to the coastal city Remoria, which is a few days travel in Uhica with flying. The added hour of driving here is more than worth it.” Javi opened the passenger door for you, his rather sporty car had the convertible hood up since the weather was now in the cold season with December here at last, and your luggage fit nicely into the trunk before Javi slipped into the driver’s seat.

It was a serene drive, really, the two of you listening to music as Javi talked about his own holiday plans since it was Ellemire’s first time experiencing anything close to the mix of holidays this time of the year. You had left the gifts you’d made for everyone with Iggy and Kirial, the two bat shifters promising that none of the nosy demons would get into them early, and you wondered how the insane mix of holidays would even work.

The lesser demons and Gabriela celebrated a modernized Christmas, Iggy and Kirial celebrated Sol Invictus, you celebrated Yule, and Maggie always came by but she celebrated Saturnalia. All while Dahlia celebrated Hanukkah, her girlfriend Evaline celebrated Kwanzaa, and that made for one hell of a holiday set up at the villa that you couldn’t even begin to explain to anyone. A Christmas tree, a menorah, and a kinara all found a place of honor in the family space and the villa was decorated with amazing Christmas lights but also arrangements of lights to celebrate every holiday under its roof.

“Kirial and Iggy are going to be overwhelmed with gifts this year, I already know you went overboard without Gabriela and I there to stop you.” Javi was so generous despite his demonic heritage, he just gave and gave no matter how much or little someone needed it, and you watched his cheeks color under your suspicious stare. He tried to lie, stumbling over his words, but lying -at least to you- never worked out for him.

“You are right, I have, but it is her first SolYuChrisHanuKwaNalia!” The ridiculous holiday mash-up name had grown on you and Javi’s desire to include everyone had been the primary cause, phrases like ‘happy holidays’ always felt impersonal and at least around the Villa you had a way to include everyone with a more… heartfelt sentiment.

“Javi she’s still an infant, she won’t remember it, and by the time she’s old enough to I bet she won’t want to look at baby photos.” His pout made you hum and reach out to play with his curls, scratching gently just behind his ear, the soft huff as his lips curled into a smile made you smile too. He truly was sweet, nothing at all like what you’d been told about a lesser demon, and you knew he had his fangs in there but Javi wasn’t the type to resort to violence first.

“Libélula, you will be happy seeing your family, yes?” His genuine concern was touching and you felt your throat tighten just a little bit because of it, you’d always avoided the conversation of family with people on this side of the veil because you wanted them to be your friend because they liked you as a person and not because they wanted to gain clout or something. You supposed that must have come across as a negative thing, even though Javi disliked his own pack he didn’t avoid talking about them, and guilt shimmered through your heart.

“Probably, they’re my family. I know I don’t… really talk about it much but while our relationship is complicated it’s not completely bad.” Without telling him the entire truth you really couldn’t reassure him as well as you wanted to, and while you knew Javi probably wouldn’t think different of you if he did know it was still terrifying to face the thought of him knowing who you really were.

Silence fell between the two of you and you could tell that he wanted to ask but didn’t know how, it was probably the worst type of tension that you’d ever faced around him before.

“If you need to come back early just let me know, even if I have to come find you.” It wasn’t a vow, it wasn’t an oath, but you knew it was a promise and that he would give it to you was enough to make your heart race and your cheeks warm.

“Of course.”

Ambassador Clewyn had greeted you as calmly as they could, not a soul in the Embassy knew your status save for the Sprite across from you as you finished filling out your travel paperwork. Once the documentation for this side of the portal was done you were allowed to pass through the barrier spell around the large world tree. While there were many portals that were regulated and protected by the Consortium and the FBMI in other areas of the city this was the most central point of travel, the portals connected directly to the capitol city of each major government in the other realms.

The World Tree had been created and grown after the Sundering, the last act of the Immortals before they retreated to their own realms to allow for the wilding magic of the world -and the world itself- to heal, the twisting branches and shining green-gold leaves were hidden away within the walls of the Embassy building. Behind layers and layers of protection and masking spells, hidden from anyone that wasn’t a Se’Kvia native, and an entity of magic you were both in awe of and terrified of.

People nowadays liked to ignore the fact that wilding magic was alive, that it had a conscious and will of its own, so a large entity that was meant to house the portals between realms made of it? All it would take was the wrong comment made where those boughs could hear, where the roots could eavesdrop, and maybe that massive being would decide to send you somewhere else. At least that was your fear, your family all were convinced it was unfounded but nobody could know for sure, just because there hadn’t been tales of winding up somewhere else didn’t mean it hadn’t happened.

The Ambassador waited until you were alone to bow, their brow furrowed and lips in a tight line of clear discomfort at not addressing you by your court title, and honestly you wanted to just go back to the villa now before you even got to El’Anasaar where everyone would be doing this.

“Princess, pray forgive my rudeness in the delayed court greeting.”

“Ambassador please, there’s no need for formalities on this side of the portal I assure you. Now, I have to hurry along, keeping her Majesty waiting is something even I am not allowed to do.” You paused to rest a hand on the twisting bark of the world tree, thanking the sentient ancient for allowing you passage, and then you were floating through the portal. You felt like you were floating, your golden markings shimmering as your wings manifested behind you, and as the ever swirling images around you stabilized you took in the sight of the portal room.

In El’Anasaar the world tree was out in the open, the city as a whole blanketed in illusions and protective runes, if someone was trying to find the city and they weren’t personally invited the chance of them getting through the wards was basically slim to none. As soon as the guards turned to look they dropped into a bow and you had to bite the inside of your cheek as you nodded, chin up and expression wiped clean of anything but cool indifference.

“Princess, you look lovely.” Captain Aelle Solarian of the Dragonfly Guard -the palace guards assigned to you specifically- bowed deeply and you had to bite back the instinct to hug her. You had two whole friends on this side of the portal, Aelle and Iphigén, and the last thing you wanted to do was get either one of them into shit with your family.

“Thank you Captain.” You fell into step in front of her, your luggage floating behind the two of you, and like you’d suspected the people out on the glittering streets stopped to bow when they saw you. You’d forgotten just how shiny the city was, the light gray kyberine stone making up the walkways between the packed dirt roads shimmering like starlight because of the orbs of light atop every garland wrapped lamp post.

Since El’Anasaar was in the Summer Realms there would never be snow here, instead of falling snow there were white petals from the towering silversage trees that were scattered all around the city. The dark trunks contrasting the nearly white green leaves and the glowing white flowers, casting a summer snow across the city as you stepped up into the carriage waiting for you. Iphigén’s excited smile was hidden behind the mess of brown curls they sported, thick rim spectacles not remotely on their face, but you didn’t care at all.

Aelle slipped into the seat beside you, her twin short swords set within easy reach, and the carriage driver clicked his tongue so the tamed field blurrgs began their walk back to the palace. With the doors closed and the privacy spells in place you allowed that expression of indifference to fall away, launching yourself into Iphigén’s arms with a delighted cry, and your best friend let out a shrill cry of their own as they returned the hug.

Only after you’d spent at least five minutes clinging to Iphigén did you release them enough to breathe so you could cling to Aelle too, just happy to be with your two closest friends again after so long. You wanted to be greedy and have them join you in Se’Kvia but that would mean exposing just who you were to everyone, since there was no real justification for you to have another pixie and a fire attuned sprite tattooed with the markings of the Diminutive Fey royal guard come with you.

“So, how goes wooing the hellhound?” Iphigén wiggled their brows playfully and you felt your face warming up as you began to deny it, not wanting to even get into that discussion just yet. Aelle snorted behind her hand and nudged you, making you pout at her for not letting the subject drop.

“There is no wooing.” Your reply was mumbled, you wanted there to be wooing but it just wouldn’t work until Javi knew the truth and after that you doubted that your crush would be allowed to flourish at all. Sure you weren’t the only Princess in the Court but that didn’t mean you were free to marry and love whoever you wanted to.

“I wish they would just let you be, this is kind of bullshit. Even if the wilding magic of the Aestori Grove Barrow Den chose you to succeed the Queen your naming wouldn’t go uncontested and, unfortunately, we all know what your history of duels has been like. I don’t want to have to stop you from bleeding out again.” Iphigén’s eyes were a little hazed over as she talked, no doubt thinking of the countless times you’d been hauled to your bed chambers after the very cursory once-over by the palace healers, you detested how much your friends suffered mentally for the sheer misfortune of being in your life.

“I mean, I’ve literally been trying to abdicate my position as a potential crown Princess since I became an adult, you know that I’m doing all I can here. Can’t exactly exile myself if the Queen decides that I’m not allowed to, and hiding in Se’Kvia isn’t an option since she’d just hire the Mandalorian Hunters to bring me back if I tried to ignore her summons.” You’d been hauled back by a Mandalorian before, after trying to flee deeper into Aestoran’s continent and hide among the razormist swamp lands with the elementals and the sprites that called the lands home.

It was an embarrassment you didn’t want to face again.

By the time you reached the palace entrance, which was more like a large rounded hill covered in flowers, it was nearly dark and you had poured your whole heart out to Iphigén and Aelle about the fact that you knew Javi wanted you too and how hard it was to hold back. The blurrgs were still plenty energetic despite the trip, stamping their feet impatiently as you stepped out and bid farewell to the driver. Kuiil tipped his head and departed, leaving you forced to hold an impassive face and act like you were someone you weren’t as the wooden door swung open.

The illusions to hide the palace in case of any danger were so strong that it was almost like looking into another realm when that door opened, instead of the inside of a dirt mound you could see the glittery butter yellow marble with its vibrant green carpets woven with patterns in bright floral tones; you walked through the door and all at once the grand entryway seemed to light up as the glittering white orbs lighting the space flickered to announce your arrival.

“The wayward Princess returns home.” Your eyes lifted to the top of the stairwell where one of your numerous cousins stood, though nobody would be able to tell based on appearances with just how different all of you looked, and you bit your tongue as she looked you over with a sneer of derision that was pretty standard by this point.

“There you are, my little flutterbug.” Your mother hurried over, pulling you into a hug that made your skin crawl at the display of false affection, hiding behind her too-wide smile was the hatred she had for you and had always had for you. Flutterbug was her way of calling you a dragonfly without using the word, to mock you for the sign of your weakness and mixed blood, you hated how they kept calling you back when you just wanted to be left alone.

All you were to them was the ass of a joke.

“Hello mother.” Just like that she released you and stepped back, now that you’d greeted her, and that fake smile was still very present on her face.

“We should really hurry to the throne room, please handle my daughter’s bags.” The head butler nodded and bowed, walking away with your bags to take them to your room, and you were very suspicious of the cheery behavior. Not that she’d ever actually tell you why she was so happy but it was concerning, especially with your cousin’s smirk growing wider as she fell into step beside you.

The throne room was as large and opulent as ever, filled with people, and you felt the weight of everyone’s stare as you were announced; your grandmother rose as your walked across the room and you almost didn’t notice the man waiting at the base of the short flight of steps. But you ignored his presence, dropping into a curtsy, and masking your voice from the anger and irritation that threatened to fill it.

“My Queen, it is an honor to have received a personal invitation for this year’s Yule festivities.” A slender hand lifted your chin, making you stand straight, and your grandmother looked you over with that indifference you knew her for and the same indifference you’d taught yourself to utilize.

“There are more than just Yule festivities, child. A suitor has asked for your hand, and after considering I have approved. I would like you to meet your fiancé, Lord Thaddeus Clement ne’Rahne.” The man you had ignored offered a smile, his eyes taking in the sight of you, and your heart dropped to the floor.

“No. I refuse.”

Your words caused a hush to fill the room and you could hear the scandalized whispers starting.

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[jellorat]

The Current State of Transgender Hate

With the current level of hatred and politics being forced on anyone that is trans, my wife and I feel very under siege.

I'm a transgender man, so I fly under the radar, but my wife a gorgeous 6'2" and visibly trans. She's 51, but looks 20 years younger than that. She can't pass and hide being transgender, nor does she really want to. She's happy with herself, and that really should be all that matters.

Yet, at IKEA last Saturday, my wife used the bathroom, and some boomer aged Karen sidled up and literally stared at my wife's crotch until boomer Karen realized my wife was paused in her hand washing and staring right back at her.

In the car, some dude in a truck was staring at her boobs, and kept moving his truck forward to star at her with his jaw wide open.

On the way home from work today, she stopped by her favorite pot shop. There is a gender nonconforming clerk there that has great clothing and nail polish. I don't know if the clerk is trans or just gender nonconforming. We politely smile and focus on business because you know how it is.

My wife was being rung up out by the clerk, when some dude holding a toddler entered the pot shop and literally stared at my wife.

He turned to the employee, got flustered, and asked "Is there another staff on duty?!" when the employee helping my wife said yes, he said, "Send them out to my car!" and aggressively stalked off.

An employee went out, talked to him, and he left. His car had one of those racist dog-whistle Gadsden Flags on it. Here's an article on its shifting meaning these days.

I guess bringing a toddler to a pot shop is okay, you know, as long as none of us trans folks are in there.

It's just so insane. My wife can literally go nowhere without these things happening now, and we live in Western Washington! Bluer than blue politically, and filled with a lot of generally fantastic people.

The people attacking transgender people also appear to be the kind of people that "aren't racist", heavy on the quotation marks, and have issues with gender rolls and probably women. The Venn diagram seems to skew into a circle on those topics.

I have always maintained that these folks have some sort of hopped up in-group out-group psychology, and genuinely like attacking others that are not a part of their in-group. It's a hobby, a pastime, and they just don't care. If it wasn't us, it would be someone else. They are an attack looking for a target.

It's just a little scary that right now me and my loved ones are that target.

[youve-doomed-us-all-jerk]

man of steel watch 2023😁(long af reactions under the cut lmao copied from twitter)

fuck it you already know

still wonder what zacks plan was with the codex🤔🤔🤔was it just there to thematically be him carrying the kryptonian refugees or was there more

still crazy that zack in his unsubtle way made the villain colonizing eugenicists and people got mad at him for saying the appropriate response was killing them lol

minor thing but appreciate jor not saying anything when zod was pleading that lara abort the launch, just a look, he trusts her, feel like thats paralleled with clark and lois's relationship later, again minor but superman medias all about speeches so lmao

"his name is kal, son of el and he is beyond your reach"🥺

lara's theme is so good

the pan to his abs, zack knew the demographic he was reaching for

the worlds too big scene😭😭

if i saw a big breasted man run boobily across a lawn and steal some clothes i wouldnt snitch

he aint need to throw ross out the water like that but he uses words like dicksplash so he deserves it

😭😭😭(got nothing to say about the "maybe" scene, im tired lmao)

forgot how many emotional hits they roll out so early in the movie lmao

lmao remember when people said ludlow wouldnt try to fight clark cuz he was huge, cuz as we all know toxic masculinity definitely doesnt make men act stupid and vile lol anyway proud of clark for fucking up his truck sexual harassers deserve nothing

its her lois lane shes here

genuinely didn't know joe was clark for my first 3 views of this movie lmao

the flashlight to clarks laser eyes transition was cool(so was the pod landing in the farm transitioning to the boat crashing against a wave scene)

super buff sexy drifting doctor clark kent

fuck this nerd who sold lois out after she gave him info. zack was already laying the seeds of the media being dicks from this one blogger lmao

"and kal, that's my name "🥺

jor-el's power point presentation let's go

do remember someone in good faith(hopefully lol)saying jor was "glorifying" colonization when he spoke "fondly" of the era of expansion of krypton, and maybe fair though that could also be why he and lara chose not to escape with kal, the whole they were a part of the problem

genuinely fav supes suit I get the desire to have the ma kent suit but i cant see it anymore as anything other than him reassuring his loyalty to earth(america) to the gatekeepers, martha had a whole lifetime with him let him have one of the few connections to his culture he has

first flight😃😃😃😃

seeing this for the first time as a teen and finally understanding "you'll believe a man can fly"

no superhero media has done flying as good as this, not even bvs or zsjl theres just something about MoS's flying that makes my brain light up

don't forget lois lane figured out clarks identity(b4 he even went public) without luther or bruce's resources, smartest bestest investigator in dcu🗣🗣🗣

should they have had a younger actor play 18 yr old clark in the argument with jonathan in the car scene, maybe, though cavills teen angsty" i didnt say that!" and "you're not my dad !>:(" voice was p believable lmao

the way she drops the biggest story cuz her kindness is as big as her drive to get the truth, no wonder she's what inspires him

ngl recently heard laurence fishburne in moon girl and devil dino and the whiplash between his 2 performances lmao

seeing the butterfly trapped in the chain has new meaning now

soundtrack: *hits those mos piano notes* me everytime:

well maybe for a little bit⚰⚰⚰

you think swanwick was watching the your are not alone message and thought it was a cliche

the military people behind the glass watching these two flirt right in front of them

when he breaks the cuffs while standing up😛😏

"it did to me"

maybe love is real idk

the ship atmosphere thing was such a good way to foreshadow kryptonite lmao(yes did still take notes while my twitter was down lmao)

Jor-els fun informative power point presentation vs zod's very bad no good drug trip

clarks mind vision of himself is literally still a farmboy idk why people still think he isnt "connected to his humanity" in the iteration lmao

black suit but with no silver to symbolize pure darkness, death and to make him look the same as zod

though not to jump to zsjl but we know zack had to smuggle the black suit in with the metal padding and post color editing in that movie do wonder if he was gonna go with a totally different design if he had complete control, maybe capeless, pure metal for the silver and a beard? do also remember him teasing the long hair in one interview lmao

watching superman sink into a mountain of skulls really rewired my teenage brain since i only knew of him from pop culture at that point ngl

will say kinda funny that clark is clearly torn up about killing while lois was just blasting kryptonians blam blam🔫🔫🔫girl boss

the escaping the ship ost is so good😩why wasnt it on the official soundtrack, i know theres a good youtube ver of it but lmao

ok starting to think the jor colonization criticism wasn't in good faith cuz clark does kinda bring up the whole "do you agree with zod about wiping out humans???" thing lmao

clark saving lo in the escape pod scene got me tense af in the theater

"YOU THINK YOU CAN THREATEN MY MOTHER?!" still goes hard

do like when clark is a lil petty lmao "cranky cuz your momma didnt teach you to not be overstimulated hmm"

neat little quirk clark does in all of zacks movies, before he gets in a serious fight theres usually a shot of him clenching his fist lmao

nam-ek popped the pilot like a blueberry

faora's so cool

my man fighting for his life in this ihop in front of all his old friends too

flying really was his one advantage against these soldiers and he loses that when he fights zod too they really put him thru it on his first day😭

faora made him waste all his bullets, wait till he pulled out a knife and then pulls out a bigger one like

like to think zack having the military drone strike smallville is a parallel to when the US did it to the african village in BvS

yeah big floaty alien thing in the middle of the city may be a lil overdone now but half dont look as good as how zack did it back then

world engine sound design so sexy too😋

zacks cape porn👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽

oh god🥺best scene, yes am getting emotional, scene means a lot to me

also kinda weird when zack does invoke the moses allegory people arent like "he's literally saying supes is moses!" like they do with jeezy creezy and his imagery lmao he's literally looks like he's parting the sea here lmao

in the wider snyderverse am realizing theres more moses stuff you can connect to even if the timeline is wonky and its not 1:1, obviously darkseid is the pharaoh with his whole enslavement thing, him turning supes to his side could be interpreted as ramses and moses

in this way zod, who believes in kryptons removal of "free choice" like jor and lara said, is the guard moses kills when he sees him mistreating one of his people

and the destruction of the genesis chamber and the other kryptonians being sucked back into the phantom zone could be an allegory for when god killed the first borns of egypt, no moses expert tho so could be reaching lol but fun connections, tangent i know lmao

oh also rather than a race thing it becomes more that clarks "people" are the ones who believe in free will and choice while darkseid and zods dont lmao anyway

"krypton had its chance!" still to this day lives in my mind rent free

lmao love that lois and clark are just horny for each other no matter who is watching not the military not lois's coworkers or the other survivors

zod's monologue👨🏽‍🍳👌🏽

to this day idk if i can think of a cbm fight thats topped superman vs zod, just in like raw visceral action and the fact they actually have stakes in it

thinking about how i remember shannon telling zack "as long as my suit isnt cgi i dont wanna wear those pajamas" or something and zack said yeah and then it was lol

my superman hates and constantly destroys military drones

and welcome to the planet! Glad i watched this again after so long, definitely needed that, hopefully work lets up enough for me to watch the rest of the trilogy✌🏽

[moongoddessmox]

ok, Man Candy M update for yall. long long long

last Wednesday I was sitting in my car on break, he came out and was screaming and yelling to his mom (who also works there) about some $400+ charge that came out of his account and he doesn't know what it is, ( I think his wife did it or something idk for sure)

like hes literally about to break down crying yall, I mean, it was fucking gut-wrenching hearing him lose control and be so fucking broken over it. he was so frustrated and upset and hopeless, and he then started to let everything flow and was talking about how he can never do anything for himself, that he cant even get a haircut because his wife wanted to get one, or that he cant even buy himself new clothes. and how his son stole the last of his cigarettes and weed and his wife took the sons side, and he said "no ones on my side" and that his daughter's birthday was the next day and now he cant even get her a present. he was just so fucking broken over it. dude i was about to cry in my car hearing his voice shake like that.

i understand the feeling, i know that frustration, i grew up in it, ive lived it. so. naturally, i wanted to help. because regardless of this little crush, i really do hold him to a high regard, like, hes been nothing but kind to me and i genuinely love working with him and i appreciate what he does because every little thing doesn't go unnoticed.

so i tell Dr. A, who was working the same area as us that night, that i'm going to disappear for a few minutes as soon as my paycheck clears and i need him to cover for me. i don't tell him what im doing, because i want to remain as anonymous as i can so no one is mad or embarrassed by what im gonna do.

paycheck hits, i rush off and get supplies, and take out some money and leave it on his windshield, its only 20 minutes before lunch so im praying that it stays there.

lunch time, we go outside, i wait to see his reaction and HOMIE DOESNT FUCKING SEE THE WHITE ASS ENVELOPE ON HIS CAR.......YALL HE FUCKING DROVE OFF...........im about to shit myself, im on the brink of a fucking heart attack thinking this shit really about to fly off and be GONE

so i have to break anonymity and tell his mother that i put something on his car and he NEEDS to check before its gone.

30 minutes later, he comes back, hes not acting like he just received a large sum of money. im freaking out even more. he doesnt say anything to me. i tell Dr. A, he says something to MCM and he says "no i didnt see anything, my mom told me but i didnt notice anything" but he didnt check so im like "oh my god, brb" and run to check his car. ITS NOT THERE. i come back inside, my heart has a few beats left before its gonna give the fuck out.

Dr. A tells me he told MCM that he NEEDS to find it otherwise he will be extremely upset. so MCM walks the path he took to leave, comes back it and IS HOLDING UP THE ENVELOPE THANK THE FUCKING LORD. it was still in the parking lot praise jesus.

yall, i made this man cry. he couldn't fucking believe it, he was like "you put this on my car? are you serious?" and he started to tear up, he told me he doesn't know ANYONE friends or family that would ever do anything like that at all. and he was crying, his face was all red, and he went on and on ALL NIGHT about how shocking it was and how grateful he is, and how he "didn't know people like that existed"

and im telling him all the reasons why i did it, how great hes been and how kind and how much i appreciate him and what he does (super platonically guys, i s2g i really dont give any reason for them to think i have a crush on him, im not actually a homewrecker) and its like the first time hes ever heard this kind of thing

and Dr. A was telling me he's proud of me and that its good that i told him WHY i did it so he can hear that. and im so glad he had that reaction because i was scared of overstepping but his voice yall, it was heartbreaking hearing him out there, i only wish i could've done double the amount but not on short notice like that.

so now we're all like best friends lmao and Dr. A told me that MCM's mom and wife both cried too, and MCM showed up with a haircut on Sunday as well so im glad he got to use some on himself!

and now we're planning to have a BBQ and get to actually hang out outside of work, and i exchanged numbers with Dr. A and tonight i'm gonna get MCM's number too because we want to have a group chat with the three of us lmao (to talk but also for emergencies because my battery has died twice and MCM jumped it for me and said he'll do it any time so)

so

today, we weren't in the same area but we took our breaks at the same time and talked outside and shit, and hes so awkward lmao hes like, ya know when youre on the phone and walk around aimlessly, thats how he acts when we talk, its like bashful but hes intently listening.

and when we walked back in together, no one was talking but he turned around and smiled at me, like for whAT HOMIE YOU CANT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT I'LL PASS OUT.

oh and the other day i saw his bicep, his sleeve was rolled up a little and i saw his full arm and it was flexed bc he was carrying shit and yall, fuck me uppppppppppp, arms, hands, bellies, im gonna fucking scream

oh also he was helping me with cardboard and our arms touched, ughhhhhhh sdhfslkjfhsldhl

so yeah, im like, best friends with him now basically lmfao

[nickgerlich]

Clothes Encounters

What goes around, comes around. When I was a kid, we were still in the Spy v. Spy era, an artifact of the Cold War with the USSR. We didn’t trust them, and they didn’t trust us. You never really knew if your operatives had sold out to the other side. The story of Lee Harvey Oswald, the man who killed President Kennedy, was fresh in our minds. Prior to his misdeed, he had defected to the USSR, and then defected back to the US. If ever a person were shrouded in mystery, it was LHO.

Today, while we aren’t exactly best buddies with Russia and its President, Vladimir Putin, it seems we are more concerned with China. Our relationship with them has always been tenuous at best, and whereas not long ago we simply outsourced much of our manufacturing to them, they have now developed to the point that they are a formidable economic foe, not to mention political.

Thus, we find ourselves concerned about companies like TikTok (banned by 34 state governments), Temu and its ridiculously cheap bargains, and Shein, the fast-fashion giant. All were founded in China and maintain ties there, but all have US operations as well. I suspect those US operations are more smokescreen than anything, designed to deflect criticisms and concerns.

Shein, the e-commerce darling during COVID, is now planning an IPO for the US. But before it does so, it must try to shake a slew of allegations centered on forced labor in its supply chains, labor violations, and stealing designs from independent creators. These are the kinds of things that will find Shein appearing in case studies and text book chapters for years to come. Ethics, anyone?

Fast fashion, by definition, is not just quick, but also cheap. Companies routinely introduce new items every week, not so much to follow a trend, but to create one instead. Items may have a shelf life of as few as six weeks. The implicit message to customers is that, if you want to stay on the bleeding edge of fashion, you have to buy in early, and be prepared to keep buying as new items come out.

What people do with those now-it’s-in-now-it’s-not clothes is up to the customer. Quality is usually suspect, given the price. And, given that the garments are designed to have such a limited run, they don’t have to hold up to dozens of washings. Thus, last month’s hot item may languish in the back of a closet, be sold or donated, or, in some cases, thrown in the dumpster because it is already falling apart.

A quick look at the Shein website as well as their Amazon store quickly reveals their target market: young and female. Yes, they have some men’s clothing, but it’s kind of like going to a Lush store in the mall. You know, the one with all those overly fragrant bath soaps and personal care items that draws in women by the score. There is a tiny men’s section with shaving butters and the like, but you have to look for it. I bet they have those for the poor guys being dragged along for a day of shopping.

Technically, Shein is a DTC (Direct-to-Consumer) firm, a purely online retailer of its own wares. It has, however, dabbled with pop-up shops in large US cities. I wouldn’t be surprised if it expands on these, just like eyeglass maker Warby Parker has done with its shops. But I have my doubts they would start distributing through other retailers, primarily because those cheap prices don’t carry very high margins to begin with. Prices would have to go up to give various channel members a piece of the action, which would then defeat Shein’s primary advantage.

But back to ethics. These allegations are huge, and China, like other Asian nations, is rumored far and wide to have some of the worst working conditions on the planet. Never mind the fact that Americans can’t just fly to Beijing, rent a car, and pay a visit to these factories.

Then there’s the issue of intellectual property. If you’re busy churning out new items on a weekly basis, there’s a need for fresh takes on style. I could see a creative team having to work 24/7 to keep up with this treadmill.

Lastly, there are lingering concerns about US data, which Shein swears is kept here under lock and key. TikTok owner Byte Dance swears the same thing, but that didn’t stop those states from banning them on government-owned devices.

It’s enough to make me compare the current situation to that of my youth. While the case against Mr. Oswald ultimately found him to be the lone assassin, there are still lingering unresolved issues even now. We may never know the details of his behaviors and actions leading up to that tragic day in Dallas.

Shein has its work cut out for them. I am pretty certain we may never truly know all the ins and outs of this firm. The opaque curtain behind which it operates shields them, but will probably also lead to investor skepticism. And that’s a style that no one looks good in.

Dr “Count Me Out” Gerlich

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