#even though the guys all act like you're welcome to hang with them

[mister13eyond]

I just saw barbie and i have Thoughts

[theminecraftbee]

so, you've been considering getting into hermitcraft.

that's great! welcome! we are an extremely enthusiastic fandom, i admit, but we are very happy to have you watching the hermits! however, with over a decade of existence and twenty-seven current hermits, it can feel very intimidating to get into hermitcraft. luckily, as of the time of this posting--january 31st, 2024--it's also the BEST time to get into hermitcraft, because a new season starts on february 3rd! (and if you're reading this later: don't worry. this is ALSO the best time to get into hermitcraft. don't worry about it i'll get into that.)

the shortest version of this advice is: start wherever you want, with whoever you want. it doesn't matter, you can catch up.

still, it can seem like a lot. so, from someone who's been around since mid season seven, here is a more detailed guide on how to start watching hermitcraft!

what is hermitcraft?

hermitcraft is a collection of people who all play on the same survival multiplayer minecraft server. that server is a mostly vanilla minecraft server; i don't really call hermitcraft "vanilla" anymore, as they rely on a number of largely cosmetic mods, but the things they do on hermitcraft should, broadly, all be possible in vanilla minecraft, and the server still "feels" vanilla, so. vanilla minecraft. they do this in "seasons", which are periods of time between a year and two years, after which they reset and start on a fresh server.

in comparison to something like qsmp or even the life series, hermitcraft leans heavily on the "building cool things and hanging out" side of the spectrum as opposed to the roleplay side. however, at least once a season the hermits like to do a big storyline; sometimes, it's more frequent. many of the storylines are more natural escalations of things like server prank wars or a failing server economy, though, as opposed to things that are clearly in-universe roleplaying. don't worry, though; you'll know a hermitcraft storyline when you see it. by everyone's bad acting. also, by rendog putting on a silly accent.

if your only impression of hermitcraft has been from the fandom, you... probably have a somewhat mistaken impression. my bad. in my defense, i am a horror writer at heart, and in the fandom's defense, a LOT of crossover has happened with the life series fandom, which leads to both sort of leaking into each other. in general, expect things to be on the lighthearted goofy shenanigans side with very few exceptions when you're actually watching hermitcraft, despite the way the fandom tends to be.

where is hermitcraft?

broadly, youtube! hermitcraft is an almost entirely video series, and if you want to watch a hermitcrafter, you will almost certainly need to watch them on youtube. there are only very rarely streamed hermitcraft events, and these are normally announced ahead of time.

what if i prefer twitch?

skip the rest of this and just watch joe hills. i promise i'm not saying that because i'm a joe hills guy; i'm saying it because he's the only hermit that consistently streams from hermitcraft. impulse, tango, cleo, pearl, xisuma, iskall, and hypno all also appear to stream fairly regularly, but it's not always from hermitcraft.

where should i start?

now, that's the real question, isn't it? my answer is simple: start Now. if you're reading this as i post it, that means start this saturday on everyone's episode one. if you're reading this long after i post it, though, just... go ahead and start with whoever you want to watch's latest episode! the nice thing about hermitcraft is that you can GENERALLY jump in wherever you want.

but what about old seasons?

you do not need to watch older seasons of hermitcraft. unless you want to, of course; the world is your oyster and they are very good! however, there's also a LOT of old hermitcraft, and if you want to join in with what hermitcraft is doing now, old seasons aren't necessary. very little carries over from season to season. while sometimes old "lore" or recurring bits can carry references over, and the relationships between hermits will often carry over to some extent (if often not in the same patterns), it is never to an extent that you need the old seasons for context. each season is a clean new slate, and where "lore" carries over, the relevant hermit will almost always explain it to you.

what about helsknight/evil x/hotguy/boatem/convex/some other thing i've been hearing about?

i promise, if they are relevant to this season, they will explain it to you in the relevant episode and/or it will be easy enough to pick up. do not worry about it. each season is a soft reset for a reason, and one of those reasons is to make it easier on new viewers! and if you're here because you WANTED one of those specific things... ask an older fan! they'll be able to direct you to the places they're from.

do i need to watch all the hermits?

absolutely not! in fact, i strongly recommend you don't. there are going to be... hold on let me count... twenty-seven hermits? (i am bad at counting don't quote me on this) in this season alone. keeping up with all those videos is too much for basically anyone! instead, pick a few hermits that you like best, and if you want to keep up with everyone else, go to the hermitcraft recap youtube channel and watch that! it is a vital hermitcraft resource where pixlriffs, zloyxp, and lyarrah all watch every single hermit so that we don't have to. honor their sacrifice and don't try to watch everyone.

but how do i pick someone?

few ways! there exist, if you google, plenty of "choosing your hermit pov" quizzes; if you head over to the hermitcraft subreddit, for example, i'll be SHOCKED if they don't have one, and if you go over to the recap channel, they had one of those for a while too. this is the starting place for many people.

another way is to watch the recap and choose whoever's project interests you most. for early episodes, this may be hard, but since hermits tend to go hard for their first episode, you'll normally at least be able to pick up a sense of pace and build style.

just watching whoever it is your friends are obsessed with is also a tried and true method of finding your first hermit; frequently, like with the recap, this is a good method for then figuring out whose style you like best, and switching to them, if you don't end up clicking with the same people your friends click with.

finally, you can just... click a random hermit's channel! try a few out! maybe you heard about decked out and want to watch tango; maybe there's a storyline you want to start watching because the dash has been rambling about it; maybe you just want to know who this grain character is. clicking around until you find the guy whose editing you click with is a totally valid strategy!

that sounds hard. just pick someone for me.

if you like well-edited shenanigans: grian or mumbo jumbo. (these are also good starter hermits in general, i've found; if you aren't sure where else to start, start with one of them.)

if you like long background noise-type videos: docm77

if you like minigames: tangotek.

if you like a chill video: xbcrafted or, if the texture pack gets you, vintagebeef.

if you like storylines: rendog or grian, again. (i was trying not to double-up, but if you're here from an rp-heavy server, grian remains a great entry point in that regards.)

if you like to see something new and bizarre: zedaph if you prefer highly-edited videos, joe hills if you prefer lightly edited videos.

if you want the best building on hermitcraft: pearlescentmoon or bdoubleo100, special mention to goodtimeswithscar.

if you want someone as new as you: i'll come back and edit in whoever the new hermits are once we know! but them.

if you just want one of my favorites: zombiecleo or iskall85.

thank you! what if i DO want to know what the fandom is always on about?

that, i'm afraid, i don't know how to help you with. you'll just have to watch hermitcraft from here--and maybe read some of the fanworks that have intrigued you--and find out for yourself!

good luck out there, and i hope this has helped someone!

[llamagoddessofficial]

GRJRHRJDJRJD YOUR FARM SANS STUFF IS MAKING MY BRAIN BUZZZZZZ

What if some rich city dude started vying for Farm Sans' love interest? Like the dude is a total douche, and he turns around and tries to take Sans' girl? >:3

It's probably one of those assholes who buys a second/third home in the countryside, out-pricing local families, so he can have an 'escape' he only lives in for a month out of the year. He's in town to 'get away from it all' for a while.

This dude sets off all of Sans' alarm bells when he flirts with you. With any other person, Sans' reaction would depend on whether or not you were into them. He'd respectfully back off if you genuinely liked someone. But honestly, this douche's vibes are so rancid that Sans is going to be constantly brittle and cold and on the offensive. He has a few tactics up his sleeve.

For one - he uses his community connections. This guy (we'll call him Douche) is NOT welcome here, and Sans rubs it in. Country communities are tight-knit, can be pretty closed off, and are often actively hostile to people like Douche. Douche can barely buy groceries, people either ignore him or speak in cold and brusque tones, the snub from Sans and Papyrus means people will hardly look at him. Not to mention you've been so deeply accepted that it's as if you were born and raised there; nobody wants Douche to win you over. With or without Sans' encouragement, other folk will gossip to you about what a terrible person Douche is. "Oh, don't hang around with his sort, MC. You're such a sweetheart."

Sans is relatively oblivious to how his physique is attractive to you. But he's not oblivious to how physically intimidating he can be. He enjoys casual displays of his overwhelming strength, and the terror he witnesses in Douche's eyes; nothing shuts Douche up faster than having to watch his romantic rival wrangle a bull with just his hands. Sans will wander up to Douche (particularly while Douche is trying to chat you up) holding a sack of grain in one hand like it's nothing - "hey buddy, think you can hold this for me for a few secs?" - and then Sans will watch in glee as Douche tips over under its weight.

... Sans' favourite, though, is playing mind games. He fully leans into the 'dumb country guy' stereotype, acting like he's lazy and stupid, playing up his accent and easygoing tone. Until anytime Douche tries to seem smart. Then, in a searingly faux-friendly manner, Sans nitpicks him apart, correcting him on even the most complicated issues. "hey man, pretty sure socrates said that, not plato." "actually it's gravitational lapsing that causes that effect. lensin' is somethin' else entirely." "well i don't know about no NFTs... but i do know the blockchain is only as strong as its weakest link, an' deregulation makes it impossible to recover any phished money. seems like an inherently flawed system and no real way to store yer hard earned cash. but what do i know?" This also doubles as a way of making Sans look better in front of you, because you had no idea he was so smart.

Douche honestly doesn't stand a chance. But it's fun to watch him flounder.

[jupitermoontarot24]

😈🤍Your Person's Current Feelings?🤍

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Piles 1-5

Pile 1 💗

Welcome

This person could be heartbroken over a certain situation that you guys had. I think this is definitely something from the past. This person could be numbing the pain with alcohol, with work or with healing properties. This person could be numbing the pain with the knowledge of spirituality. Getting closer with their god, reading more, doing yoga. This person could also be talking to their mother about this situation. Getting advice from their mother or mother figures in their life. I think this person has the confidence to come to you now. It might have taken a long time for them to mend this broken heart and to actually get enough advice and knowledge from other things and people to come to you. Going to their mother could have been the last step that they needed. They might have started different business endeavors and rebuilding from the Dark Night of the Soul era they were in. It's like they got their mother's blessing, or they just want advice from a different perspective especially if they're masculine they wanted a feminine perspective. I think their mother gave them some good advice too to just go for it. You know when you're going through something in life like even if you're about to get arrested or something lol you call your mom because it's like your mom knows the answer to everything. That's all this person feels, they feel like if their mom told them that they should do it then they definitely should because moms know best. This person feels like they are healed enough to come forward. They could have been broken when they met you so it's not that you did anything but they were already triggers, red flags and things there  they needed to heal that maybe they didn't realize until they met you. So they realize that they had to come together with themselves before they gave themselves to you fully. It's like all these things that they did, did fulfill them yes but they know that the only thing that will completely fill them is you. They might have it all now. They might have a good decent job, they might be at peace with themselves but they still miss you. That's how you know that you really love somebody, you have everything you still think about them. This person could've even healed the relationship with their mother or parents or mother figures as well. This person can have the greatest day ever, and then come home and think about you all night. That's what makes them know that they need you in their life in whatever way. It's like everything around them blends together and nothing stands out anymore. They realize how important love is now. This person could have just dated people because they were cute or because it made sense or because it looked good but they realized that the only thing that matters is true love. They have matured a lot. You could meet this person again or hang out with them and I promise you they are a completely different person than when you met them originally. They act so differently, they think so differently, they are so different. They feel like you are the one for them and they would have done anything to show you that, but they also had to do these things to show themselves that they were deserving of this love. It's nothing you could have done to keep this person around. Nothing that you said, nothing that you did. It's something they know they needed to do in order to be the best person they could be for you. They feel sorry for the way things ended and for the way they treated you but they don't regret leaving because it had to be done. They hope you understand and you get why and where they come from. They want your forgiveness though. 

From Time

Pile 2 🤠

Welcome

This person is infatuated with your physical looks. I think this person is surprised about the way you act or you react to certain things. They can feel like you have a bratty attitude. They feel like you can be shallow if you care about the way your hair looks, the way your outfits look and the way you look. This person can feel like you always feel like something is wrong or something is always wrong. They feel like you're hard to please, you're impossible to please. They feel like you only see beauty within yourself or the things that you want to see beauty in. I mean beauty is in the eye of the beholders is it not? They could feel like you talk too much or you complain too much. They feel like you like to disagree with them. They feel like they're doing all the work in the relationship. They can feel like they have to do a lot to make you comfortable, to get you to have sex with them. They can feel like it's starting to weigh on them because everything is always on your time and your way. You need things to be specific in a certain way. They can feel like you only give if you receive first. They feel like you're very restricted. Yes this person feels like they have to say the right things, they have to make the right moves and have to do everything right to be on your good side. They feel like doing too much work makes them not even want it like how they used to. This person feels like they always have to be on some type of guard when they're with you. I think this person is in their feminine energy. If you're reading for a masculine this person is feminine energy. That's what it feels like. They feel like they should be receiving or whatever and that's why they don't like doing this because they're not a provider, they're not in their masculine energy. This reading has a lot of cups so they're more emotional than anything else. They can also be a liar is what I heard. This person doesn't want to work for a strong relationship. It's like working is not something that they want to do. They can feel like you should be with somebody else or they might lose you to somebody else because they're putting in less effort. This person can start getting on your nerves or distance themselves before they tell you how they feel. This doesn't seem like a straightforward person honestly. They might come and tell you this soon though. They might try to have sex with you before they break up with you definitely. This is coming to an end. I don't think that there is any life force left in this relationship. 

Trey Songz - Last Time [Official Music Video]

Pile 3 ⭐

Welcome

This person could feel like they want to tie you down. They don't care if you don't want to be tied down or even if you just broke up with somebody they want to be with you. They want commitment with you and I think they want to be selfish too. They don't care if you're not ready. They don't  care if you're still grieving a relationship. Maybe you just got out of one? This person is afraid that you'll heal and somebody else will get you or maybe they're afraid that you'll get back with your ex. They feel like you are so adorable, so cute they would never want to make you cry. They want to spend some money on you real bad. This person is bored so it's like they only spend their time thinking about you because you're the only thing that they are looking forward to right now. You can grieve it out while you're with me, you can cry on my chest if you need to. Is what this person wants to say. This person is concerned about how you feel though, they don't want you to think that they don't care. It's just that they would prefer for you to be with them and be sad with them instead of crawling back to your ex who did the damage. They want to treat you right through this process and treat you how you should be treated. They want to get your hair done ,nails, they want to get anything done for you that will make you feel better. They want you to have a revenge glow up on your ex or haters. They feel like you should just give up all your burdens to them. 

They want to be the one that you cry over, the one that you laugh with. They want to be the one that makes you feel different emotions.

Chris Brown "i Wanna Be" Lyrics

 This person wants to put their hands on you and help to heal you. They want to come save you, they want to be your savior. This actually makes me want to cry. This person knows what it's like to be hurt by somebody you love. They've been through that and they understand how you could feel. This is very genuine energy. This person feels like you're not elevating with this person or the people around you. They feel like it's only two moods with this person. It's like you're either okay or terrible. They feel like you're being choked by this person/ppl. You're being suffocated, you'll never be able to grow around them. They feel like this person is stressing you out, because of this you can't be the best person that you could be. They feel like you're too good for this. They feel like this relationship comes at a price. They feel like you smile through the pain with this person. This person wants to know what you see in your current partner or ex. This person feels like you're always in a state of confusion with the person you're with now. It feels like this person feels like you're an angel dealing with the Devil. They want to come see you right now. This person thinks about all of this a lot. They have been watching you, they've been watching this other person, they've seen it all and they feel bad. They feel bad that you're being treated like this. They feel like you should be being treated so much better. This person is actually about to say something and offer you some type of Love offer. They think about this a lot. They pondered this all day everyday. They want to give you something stable. They will fight for this connection. This is heavy on this person's mind. This person could light a light bulb with how much electricity they burning thinking about you omg lmbb. This person seems like they're very serious about you so I hope it goes well. 

T.I. - Why You Wanna [Official Video]

Pile 4  😏

Welcome

This person could be hurting inside. They could be numbing it with weed or just other things. They can feel like something else is going on behind the scenes and they're just waiting for it to be exposed. This person could feel like you're pretty on the outside but you have inner work that you have to do. They could feel like your emotions run darker than you lead or you look. This person can feel like you numb these emotions too with whatever. They could think you guys are meant to be together but maybe just not right now. They could think you say things behind their back, that's for some people. They could think you're not happy in this relationship. This person can feel like you suppress your emotions and you express them through your hair or the way you dress or through smoking instead of speaking on them. This person can feel like your relationship is not progressing. It's not getting worse but it's also not getting better like you guys are not growing closer. This person can feel like it's only a matter of time before you guys split. Whether that's you breaking up with them or they break up with you. They may feel like you have trust issues. This person can feel like they're being punished because you have trust issues. I think you could come off happy but you might not tell this person your thoughts or how you feel but I think this person can feel the underlying energy. They feel that there's some masked things underneath the surface. This person could feel like you don't always handle what's bothering you and instead you let it build up. They feel like you wouldn't fight for their relationship if it came down to it. They feel like your heart is somewhere else and that doesn't have to be with another person but maybe you have a lot on your mind or a lot you have to sort through. This person feels like you're not happy. They feel like it's something missing within you that only you can figure out. They think about this a lot when you're not together. They feel conflicted about how they want to tell you these things. They feel like you could break up with them soon. This person could be preparing for you to break up with them. They might be slowly preparing in whatever way that means. This person could want to have a good memory to leave off on so they might try to have a really good day or really good next couple weeks with you. It's like this person is waiting for the other shoe to drop in your relationship. They're suspicious of you in some type of way. I'm not sure if this person can figure out who or what is driving you to feel like this. Maybe they've tried and they had no luck?  This person is watching you really closely though. They are watching you super close because they just feel like this is coming to an end and they want to be prepared for that. It's like you guys have a good time but it's kind of shallow now, its surface level. They feel like you're cheating on them and you won't tell them the truth, they feel like you're keeping secrets. This energy is kind of Dreary so I'm going to close this out. I think you get the picture. They feel like they would be playing themselves to stay with you, or they feel like a fool in the situation. 

SiR - John Redcorn

Pile 5 😊

Welcome

This person could want to have a conversation with you. They could want you to come over to where they're at so you guys can talk. This person wants to see your body, they want to see what you're wearing these days. They definitely want to touch on you to feel your body. They want to do something sensual like paint, and drink wine together, stare into each other's eyes and share how they feel. It's like you're a ghost or a phantom in this person's place. You must not talk to this person anymore? It's like they sit in their room or their living room and they think about when you were there. They think about you all the time. This person can feel like they took this opportunity for granted, they took you for granted. This person is also more spiritual, they could be more spiritual than they once were. They could have also picked up another hobby, something that calms them down and brings them back to center. They could have felt like you centered them so they had to find something else to ground them since you guys aren't together anymore. They want to kiss you right now. This person wants to have sex with you bad. They want to be intimate with you again, they want to share that moment with you again. It's like if they got the opportunity to have sex with you again they would show you through the sex how much they really love you. They feel like you made their house a home and now it feels cold without you. This person can't find anybody that looks as good as you, smells as good as you, and has great style like you do. They can't find anybody like you. This person hopes they get the opportunity to tell you why they did the things they did and how they really feel about you. They want to be completely honest with you. They want to be the person you come home to and vice versa. They want to ask you for some type of commitment. Later on they might ask you to move in with them or have a child with them. This person is really regretful for all the things they did to you because you were always so nice and genuine to this person. They had demons that they had to face and this caused you to leave. I think this person has realized this and they've come into union with themselves. This person had to remember that they were human, that they weren't just a robot with a battery pack. It's like they forgot to feel emotions and care about people. They are so horny I don't know if they just are horny to please you or they are just horny in general but oh my gosh. I think they're horny for you. I think they want to show out in the bedroom for you. They love you. They want to show their Devotion to you. This person could reach out soon as well, they want you to come see them. They have a lot of pent up anger and

resentment towards this relationship. I think they want to test the waters with you. They don't know what type of situation you're in and how you feel about them currently. They could think you're at peace without them and that you're working on your stability. They could reach out, out of nowhere. I think they've been watching your social media. They've been visiting your social media from time to time. They do want to message you. This person has sat on this energy for a good little while and they've actually thought about it and honed in how they really truly feel about it, could have took them a minute too. They don't want to lose you, they see themselves in you and they really admire that about the connection. They want to nurture you. They love you but I feel like they don't show that necessarily. I think they have a good poker face or they're used to having to hide their feelings about everything so they're not used to being vulnerable. But they realize that they have to be vulnerable with you in order to have you around. You could show up in this person's dreams. They were unavailable; they were emotionally unavailable when they met you. They think about sharing a household with you .This person can't move on without saying what they want to say and getting it off their chest first. They don't care if you're dealing with somebody. They have to say this. They feel like you bring in so much abundance to them, you brought in so much life to their environment. They felt like they were rich with you; they just feel so alive. They don't feel like that anymore ,they feel broke and lost. 

Jordin Sparks, Chris Brown - No Air (Official Video) ft. Chris Brown

[angelltheninth]

oo fwb!sae where you both catch feelings for eachother

I have having benefits as a friend. You know like... hand-holding and... calling each other in the middle of the night just to say hey.

Pairing: Sae Itoshi x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, friends with benefits, catching feelings, protectiveness, jealousy, confession, locker room sex, doubt, cuddles

A/N: Sae needs more spotlight. Give him a movie please.

FWB!Sae who has can call you with his eyes closed because of how many times he's asked you to come over. You were already friends before you started having sex, after that yours was the number he called the most out of anyone.

FWB!Sae who calls you whenever he's feeling horny. No matter what time of day or night, if his cock is hard you're the first person he calls. If you can't come over he's fine with phone sex too. Your voice and his imagination alone is enough to get him off. Regardless he will keep you up all night.

FWB!Sae who gives you a set of rules to follow when entering into this arrangement. Like any contract he's ever been in he knows, and makes sure you know, what happens if you break the rules. He doesn't want to lose your friendship, so hopefully. Any level of sexual intimacy is alright, but he is not your boyfriend, and he will not act like one.

FWB!Sae who leaves hickies on your neck which make your friends question if you've been mauled by an animal. His neck is off limits to you just because he's in the public eye a lot and does not want to deal with wild rumors and gossip and have people asking him who his new girlfriend is.

FWB!Sae who sneaks you into the locker room after games and fucks you against his locker while you wear his jersey. Since he's gonna be taking a shower anyway why not get even dirtier. If you want to you wash his cum away afterwards you're more then welcome to join him, if not you're more then welcome to just pull your panties up and walk home like that.

FWB!Sae who is fine with being seen with you in public as long as you're not acting overly touchy. He's not very physically affectionate other then when it comes to having sex, he doesn't see much point in it.

FWB!Sae who glares at guys who hit on you. He is very well aware of the fact that you're good looking and how jealous people can get over the two of you hanging out. His reasoning for glaring is him just trying to look out for you.

FWB!Sae who is very good at denying his feelings for you. It feels good when you suck his cock, it feels good when you squeeze your thighs around his head because his tongue makes you moan, it feels good to have your pussy clenching around his cock. It makes his heart race so he tries to justify it with those reasons.

FWB!Sae who finds himself smiling when he sees you wearing his shirt in the morning. He even considered making a picture of you his phone background. Decided against it in the end, barely managed to resist it though.

FWB!Sae who keeps fucking you after you accidentally say you love him while you're having an orgasm. You love how he makes you feel, he loves how you make him feel when you're having sex too. No need to hide that. That is what you meant right? He wants to believe that so he keeps thrusting his cock into your pussy until you squeeze his cock dry.

FWB!Sae who doesn't want to kiss you afterwards in order to avoid catching anymore feelings. If he cuts you off now he might be able to end this with grace. At least that's what he thought. He wasn't counting on you telling him that nothing has to change, you can still keep having sex just like before.

FWB!Sae who punches the door as he watches you walk out of his apartment. Injuries don't matter right now, his chest hurts more. Feels like he just missed the most important goal of his life. It makes him sloppy, it makes him seem even more cold then he already was.

FWB!Sae who writes then deletes texts before he sends them. He was always a man of very few words, even with you. Now he has none at all. He could have lived with that if it wasn't effecting his game performance.

FWB!Sae who is flabbergasted when he sees you at his next game like nothing has changed. But is has, so much, now that your feelings are out there for him. He might not be at his best but he will give it his all to make this game one that everyone will remember him for.

FWB!Sae who pins you against the bench in the locker room because he's unable to hold back anymore. He wants you like he's never wanted anyone before and he needs to express that before he ends up exploding, in more ways then one.

FWB!Sae who confesses to you right as his orgasm hits. It wasn't a soft confession like you'd see in romance movies. Nothing that Sae did was. He just wanted to get things out in the open, he couldn't hold the words in anymore. This time he insists on you not taking a shower with him, he'll clean you up himself once he get's you in his car.

FWB!Sae who for the first time since you knew him accepts cuddles from you. It's awkward, really awkward. At least you're both on the same page now, no need to dance around any insecurities or doubts, so yes, he will admit that he never cuddled much, even with his ex's. You can change that for him, if you stick around for a while.

[hypostatic-oath]

I'm so happy you like my ask (this is long overdue).

I bet that the people of Fontaine are very happy because i have been doing nothing but hanging out with the Melusine instead of doing the archon quest(though that will eventually come to an end soon). I also bet that new laws/regulations are being proposed because the amount of wacky stuffs the Traveler and their companions is up to all the time. Imagine you just joined the Traveler's team and your first experience is watching a forest watcher beat up some of Fontaine's local legends lmao (and after your recent post, Childe is seething if he learned of this).

Can i be 🚬 anon?(unless you don't do that here)

Named anons? On my blog? Omg I feel honored - of course you can be 🚬 anon! Welcome :D

New laws being proposed because of the traveler is amazing. It has the same vibe as that gliding law in Mondstadt about taking off using anemo slimes (yes, it works, no, it is not very useful as far as I know. I don't even remember if you get an achievement), because you KNOW there's a story behind it, someone must have tried it and it must've gone very, very wrong, and the wacky circumstances that lead to the creation of new laws would be hilarious to witness.

However, on a more serious note, Wriothesley and Neuvillette would be grappling with the issue of teleportation - how do you arrest someone who can simply just... leave? It doesn't matter how secure a prison is if a bored entity can just take control of one of the prisoners and whisk them away on a whim? Worse yet, since Wriothesley is officially a Vessel, what would happen if an Overseer decided to take control of him and sign official pardons? New rules in the Fortress of Meropide have been implemented - any orders given by the Duke while he is on the team are automatically overruled unless it can be proven that he is acting of his own accord.

I can only imagine how confusing it feels for the newcomers to suddenly join the team and find themselves in the kind of situations the Traveler faces daily... and for the onlookers, of course. "Oh, I wonder who that newcomer is... such a distingushed gentleman, perhaps he's here on business?" "Guys, not to scare you or anything, but that 'distinguished gentleman' dropped a meteor on a crab." "Oh, yes, that huge crab in the-" "No. A regular crab. On the smaller side, even. He just threw a huge meteor at it - didn't even bat an eye. The crab practically disintegrated." "What the hell."

And for those that don't know their teammates - any of the knights of Favonius being placed on a team with Klee know exactly what she's capable of, but someone less familiar with her is about to be shocked. "What in Celestia's name is the Overseer thinking? This is a child, she'll get hu- oh. Oh no."

On the other hand, imagine being a nun-turned-idol, looking to the side to check who your teammates are, and there's the Raiden Shogun standing there as if it's no big deal. A little bird lands on her fingers. She watches it with a wistful expression as it flies away. You look to the other side and see the Dendro Archon chatting with that kind but often drunk bard as if they're old friends. You find yourself in what looks like a domain but soon realise, with no small amount of dread, that you're in the Abyss. At least you have two Archons beside you... Barbatos help you, the challenge has started and there are more monsters than you thought. You're doing your best to keep all your teammates alive - you wouldn't forgive yourself if you were the indirect cause for the fall of a god. So you sing your song and put the hydro circle around your team, but there's just too many enemies, coming from all sides... And then you hear a faint "ehe", and the specters are pulled into a vortex of wind. The Shogun doesn't even need to pull out her signature move, just the swirl reaction the bard has caused is enough. You see him shoot down one of the things with a single Anemo-infused arrow. It dies immediately. He's dealing damage on par with the two Archons on the team. Just what is this bard capable of? Suddenly those rumors about him being Barbatos are starting to seem a little less nonsensical. Surely, it couldn't be true, right? You have half a mind to ask him about it once the four of you exit the Abyss, but as soon as you find yourself outside and able to regain your breath he just gives you a "whoops, gotta go!" and floats away on a wind current you're pretty sure he just created.

Now that I think of it, it'd be fun to imagine how different team dynamics would work - I'll make a separate post for this, but if you've read this far and want to send in asks with your team comps... 👀

[caramelberzatto]

Might I bore you with Richie thoughts?

Just been thinking of a new worker starting at the Beef and Richie being instantly smitten. He does a double take when first introduced and spends the rest of the day taking not so sneaky glances at them. Over the coming days, everyone who knows him can see that he’s got it bad. He denies this of course, and just insists that he is being a nice and welcoming colleague. His soft and protective behaviour is definitely not because he has a crush on them and can’t get them out of his head. Not at all, not at all…

But alas, the new worker has a boyfriend. And as soon as Richie finds this out, before even laying eyes on him, he has decided that this boyfriend is a scumbag. He hates him and this hate only intensives after meeting him, especially as Richie’s feelings for the new worker has also intensified. Poor Carmy has had to listen about how much of a fuckhead this boyfriend is and how Richie will beat the living shit out of said boyfriend if he makes New Worker cry.

And still Richie insists that he is just looking out for a colleague/friend.

When New Worker and their boyfriend do finally split up you can practically see Richie walking on air. And Carmy breathes a sigh of relief that he will no longer have to hear Richie threatening the boyfriend.

After months of pining though and the rest of the Beef feeling like they are nothing more than background characters to a cliche romcom, it is the new worker who actually asks Richie out. After finishing with their ex and leaving it a good while, they find themselves unable to ignore their growing attraction to Richie. And whilst Richie has been hindered by his low self-esteem and fear of ruining their friendship, New Worker has no hesitations. They really really like Richie. They don’t care that there is an age difference or that they are colleagues or that Richie has a daughter. They just want to be with Richie if he will have them. They don’t want to lose this chance.

And they want to kiss him. My oh my do they want - no, need to kiss him (that suit of his is driving them crazy). And Richie is more than happy to fulfil that wish of theirs 😘

Sorry for the ramble, but I have been unable to stop thinking about Richie.

okay i feel this, i vibe with this so fucking hard AH i love richie so fucking much sdfnfkjgfjgk okay lets review-- strap in, folks, it's a long one.

He thinks he's acting slick, staying cool, just casually hanging out with you, but this man has got the biggest fucking heart eyes known to man. Everybody can see it except the two of you.

The day you first set foot in The Beef, Richie just blanks. It's the first time Carmy has ever seen him without anything to say; no smartass comment, no mildly inappropriate joke, nothing. Richie just says hi, and offers you his hand. For a handshake. Which is... oddly formal. But you accept, and his palm is warm and a little clammy against your own.

Over the next few months, as you settle into routine, moving alongside the others as just another part in a slightly-faulty, but otherwise well-oiled machine, Richie uses any excuse to be near you. Prepping, restocking, wiping tables, making orders, whatever. Where you're concerned, it's a two man job. (Much to Carmy's chagrin, because Jesus Christ, there's barely enough staff to cover the workload as it is.)

The two of you become fast friends, much to Richie's surprise because, well... He knows he isn't the nicest guy to be around sometimes, but he's trying, and it seems that you, of all people, can see that in him. Can see through him, to the man he wants to be.

When Richie finds out, through Sydney, that you have a boyfriend, he's gutted.

Richie is conflicted because, yeah, he's into you. So damn into you. But he doesn't to come off like a creep, hanging around, trying to snatch you away from your boyfriend or anything like that. He's done some shitty things in his past, but he's not a downright dickhead, and he isn't gonna go for another guy's partner.

You start to notice the way he speaks to you, softer than he does with anybody else. He never yells at you, unless he's calling out your name to see where in the restaurant you are. You start to notice his hand on your shoulder as he moves behind you, and the way his gaze is almost always already on you when you look for him. And you start to notice, even though you feel awful and conflicted about it, that he makes you feel things. He makes you feel good. And he treats you so... kindly. You laugh with him and it feels like a million little fireworks are firing off in your chest, a cataclysmic burst of technicolour.

And you slowly start to realise that this is how you want to be treated. You start to realise that, despite all the good parts of your relationship, those parts are few-and-far between these days. And you've been sticking around because it's comfortable, it's familiar. It's what you know. But Richie...

Sure, he's a bit older than you, nothing like anybody you've ever met before, but... God, he's really something.

And when you meet his daughter one busy afternoon, when he picks her up from school but has a few things to finish off at The Beef. Oh, isn't she just the sweetest. And seeing the way he interacts with her, laughing and joking and messing around, it's just... fucking adorable. And it makes your heart do this weird flutter in your chest. You shrug it off as the first signs of a cold or something, anything but admit your feelings toward him.

Everything comes grinding to halt when Richie finds out you've started staying with your parents again. You show up late to work a few times, miserable and puffed, and you admit that it's further than you used to travelling to get to work, and you haven't figured out the perfect route yet.

Because you and your boyfriend split up. Done. Finished. Donzo. Over. The end. Goodbye and goodnight.

And Richie has to bite down on his tongue to keep from laughing in relief. The selfish part of him is so.... happy? And God, it feels awful. And seeing you like that, emotionally drained and exhausted, unsure how to feel because yes, you're finally out of a relationship with someone who's thoughts, feelings, life, etc, no longer lined up with yours, but still...

Heartbreak is heartbreak, and goddamn did it hurt.

The first few weeks are hell. You work yourself to the bone, picking up shifts if someone is sick or has an emergency and can't make it. The restaurant has never been so fucking clean, it's actually baffling Carmy. Like, Jesus, you're there before him sometimes, and you stay until lock up, busying yourself with tasks.

Through all of it, despite pushing mostly everyone away, appeasing with placid smiles and assurances that you're fine, the only one you're not fooling is Richie.

And he calls you out on it one day, when he sees the look in your eye getting unnervingly dull. You shrug him off when he tries fo talk to you, muttering something about needing to finish your prep.

"No, fuck that, there's enough fuckin' onions there to feed a fuckin' army." He gently pries the knife from your hand, setting it on the counter, and places his hands on your shoulders, guiding you through the restaurant and out into the back alley.

It's colder than he thought it was, so he quickly shrugs off his jacket and drapes it around your shoulders.

"What, Richie?" Even as you try to sound unbothered, your voice wavers.

For a moment, the two of you exist in a pocket of silence, and you drop your gaze to the ground. But then there's a warmth on your cheek, Richie's hand, lifting your head.

"No, hey, look at me." And seeing Richie looking at you the way he was, genuinely concerned, it shoved you to the verge of tears.

"It all hurts, Richie," you admit quietly, brows furrowed.

"I know, sweetheart, I know." He cups the back of your neck, pulling you in, resting his chin atop your head and rubbing your back.

"But look, you need to slow down, alright? Doing all this shit, it's gonna break you down. You need to rest, and just, fuck, I don't fuckin' know. Just slow down and take care of yourself, kid."

"I'm trying, but fuck, my parents, and I just-"

"Come stay with me."

A beat of silence so heavy you could almost feel it shudder through the ground.

"I'm not- I'm not gonna intrude in you like that. I don't need pity, it's fine, I'm fine. Richie, seriously."

"No, stop, it's not pity, it's fuckin'," he sighs, running a hand through his hair. "I fuckin' care about you, and I can see you're so very totally not fuckin' fine. So I'm offering you a place to stay, to like, I don't fuckin' know, collect yourself. Just like, catch a fuckin' break. I got this real nice pullout couch, and I'm right next to this Chinese place, really fuckin' good fried rice."

He was rambling, and it all came out in a rushed breath before he sighed, long and slow. "And, like, we can fuckin' carpool."

You let your head fall back, resting against the cool brick. "Okay. Yeah, fuck, okay."

Your time at Richie's place is... strangely calming, which you hadn't expected. Whenever you have a day off, you try to do something to make it up to him, whether it's doing the dishes or vacuuming or getting groceries.

You get to know Eva because you're sometimes in the car during school pick-up. And she damn near talks your ear off, telling you anything; school gossip, favourite songs, how her dad can't help but bring you up in conversation, and if you'd like to attend whatever recital is the next weekend.

And you go, standing up the back by the gymnasium doors because you and Richie got stuck in traffic and ended up a little late. But none of that matters, because when the time comes, Richie is the one whistling and clapping and cheering the loudest for his daughter, that Eva spots him regardless of the distance.

Again, your heart does that weird flutter thing, and you have to excuse yourself to the bathroom. Wandering down the empty halls of the fun, colourful grade school, you clutch your coat close to your chest. Finding a back exit, you push through the door and out into the chill of the night.

Richie goes looking for you after you've been gone a little while, and finds you standing in the cold, arms crossed, staring at the sky. And for a moment, he says nothing, not wanting to interrupt you. Because you're standing there, gazing up at the moon and stars, and there's a simple, content smile upon your face.

A moment of calm, a moment of quiet happiness. Peace.

You notice him then, wandering over. And when he's in front of you, his gaze locked on yours, that smile grows.

"It's nice out," you whisper, not wanting to shatter the quiet calm.

"Yeah." Richie clears his throat, hands in his pockets to keep from reaching for you. His gaze dips to your lips, lingering for a few seconds longer than it should.

Without giving yourself a moment to doubt yourself, you rest your hands on his chest and kiss him. His hand instantly cradles the back of your head, as if he'd been waiting for this very moment for a lifetime.

ANYWAY, I'm so fine and normal and sane about this. Definitely not in love with him or anything AH I want to just IXKDKWKKDKDOAKSOO. Richie Jerimovich, they could never make me hate you.

[reallyromealone]

I sure can!

You're very welcome!

Also in this Mikey is still friends with his old friends

@kodasstar

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(Name) was quiet as he sat up front with Takeomi, their son currently getting chewed the fuck out from the rest of the pack as the eldest alpha rested his hand on (name)s thigh, rubbing gently as he drove them home.

"You come from an Omega and yet you disrespect them?! Have we taught you nothing!" Koko said heatedly as (sons name) shrunk more, trying to make himself invisible from his parents lecturing because fuck did it hurt.

They were disappointed and angry with him but (name) still said nothing to him.

That's kind of what terrified the tween the most.

Mama hadn't said anything.

When they got home the alphas led (name) to the sitting area and made sure he was comfortable and smooched his forehead before going to sons room and literally taking everything that could possibly bring him entertainment out of his room as Ran ordered Omega rights books and books written by omegas (basically this universes version on feminist books and women's rights) and Rindō looked up classes that were sure to take up all his spare time outside doing homework "when these books come we want a report on what they were about and what you learned from them"

"B-but--"

"Do you really think arguing with us is the smartest move right now?" Mikey's voice was cold and thankfully (name) was away from earshot.

He knew (name) didn't like that voice even though it's never been directed at him.

Their son shut up at that and just silently fumed at this.

This made him hold a grudge against not just the student but omegas, he didn't understand why omegas were put on a pedestal and why his mama got away with Yelling at his dad's like that.

It didn't make sense for his dumb tween brain.

After all his stuff was locked up in the basement he was sent to his room for the night, dinner would be brought to him.

"Now..." Mikeys voice was soft as the men went to their mate who was fidgeting slightly "why didn't you tell us baby?"

"Which thing"

"Well first the whole Omega thing and then the pregnancy thing preferably" Ran said as they all got comfortable around their mate who looked down "You guys were really busy with that project and I didn't want to add more stress... I chose to stay at home so I could handle this...." (Name)s voice was meek as he avoided eye contact.

That 'project' aka drug trade was six months ago.

"He's been acting like an ass for that long?"

"I-I thought it was a phase ya know? Edgy teen stuff... He's apparently hanging out with these other elitist alphas and I don't know what happened "

The alphas watched (name) crumble and stepped closer "baby no matter how busy we seem you can always come to us... He's our kid too even if he's being a complete dick "

"Speaking of kids, bow long have you known about this one?" Mochi said pointing at (name)s stomach and the Omega blushed a bit "since my doctors appointment two days ago..."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I was already stressed, I didn't know how to bring it up" (name) slowly looked up "I'm sorry alphas..."

"Just talk to us when you're dealing with stuff, ok?"

(Name) just nodded and the alphas were reluctant to let him cook dinner especially after the events that transpired but (name) managed to convince them so long as they could supervise.

They didn't want their pregnant omega lifting anything heavier than an egg.

Dinner took considerably longer with the Alphas trying to help him though none of them could cook by any means.

"I'm gonna take (sons name) his portion" Ran said grabbing a plate and a cup before going to their sons room, Mikey nosing at (name)s neck when he smelt the slight distress coming off him "don't worry baby, we will get him right"

"I just miss my pup..." (Name) mumbled and the family began eating, the Alphas trying to feed (name) more with the new information of a pup on the way.

Ran walked to their sons room, he was still pissed with him.

Treating his dam like that?

The person who loves him unconditionally and would die for him, just to turn around and belittle and treat them like a second class citizen.

Disgusting.

(Sons name) was stewing in his room, doing homework as ran set the food down and stared at him "you know despite your shit show, your dam still loves you" Ran said simply as he looked around his sons room before looking at the tween "even tried to have us go easy on you"

(Sons name) said nothing as he continued working "breaks coming soon, we will decide what you will be doing with your time off"

Ran left without saying anything else, returning to the others and smiling at his omegas much better mood.

When (name) went to bed the men gathered around the sitting room as now they would discuss the real punishment that would come when their pup would be on break.

They loved their kid, thus why they are sending him to work under the most terrifying Omega they all knew outside of (name) when they fuck up.

Nahoya Kawata.

Everyone in the room agreed he was not to be fucked with and maybe a few weeks with him and Souya would prove to show (sons name) that omegas weren't weak and definitely not to be fucked with.

Mikey would be making the call come morning as they went to go change for bed, smiling as they looked at their mate who was snuggled in the Alaskan king bed in one of their shirts.

They stopped buying (name) sleep attire unless it was for non sleep activities.

[5am-mist]

here to request bella ramsey giving reader a piggyback ride since apparently they can do squats with pedro on their back 😳

Piggy back ride? Piggy back ride.

°pairing°> bella ramsey x reader

°summary°> you and bella were hanging out when you find out how strong they are and you demand a piggy back!

°requested?°> indeed =))

~°A/N°~

I HAVEN'T STOPPED THINK ABOUT THIS SINCE THEY SAID IT IM SO GAY GUYS SEND HELP. also i hope i did your request justice and im sorry it took me so long! enjoy reading and thank youuu for the request anon! <33

You'd always supported your partner, Bella, you were extremely proud of him and absolutely adored their work. You tried to be at every event you could, watched every interview and show they were in and would show up on set to drop off a few things from time to time.

You knew she was strong but when you two were watching an interview of her and Pedro (something they claimed they didn't like doing even though he secretly loved seeing that proud smile on your face anytime you saw a piece of content that they were in) and you heard that he'd done squats with Pedro on their back you were a little suprised.

"holy shit wait for real?" you honestly hadn't realised they were that strong. "yes?" he was very clearly holding back a laugh. "and you never thought to tell me" you were acting offened but it didn't last long because you both burst into laughter.

After calming down you began to scheme. You wanted a piggy back ride your reasoning simply being that it sounded fun. The real question was how would you go about getting Bella agree to it? You could ask him and he'd probably say yes but you were dramatic so you had to play this up in the best way of course!

...

Later that night you were sitting at the kitchen counter while Bella washed the dishes from dinner, you tried arguing with her to let you do it but it was no use. Just then they seemed to finish up and it was time to put your plan in action.

"ok all done! wanna go watch a movie in the room?" they smiled at you and leanded on the counter. "i would love to but, i can't walk for some very mysterious reason and it seems i need to be carried there," now, you were no actor but you flashed her a smile you hoped would do the work for you.

"So you want a piggy back ride?" they chuckled and walked around the conter over to you. "i want a piggy back ride"

They smiled and lifted you on their back, you laid your head on her back and closed your eyes. It was short but nice he made sure to set you on the bed carefully as if you'd break had she not. "thank you!" you were smiling like a kid in a candy shop.

"You're welcome, darlin'," you guys spent the rest of the night in each others arms. Safe to say you would definitely be asking for piggy back rides more often and Bella would be happy to give them to you!

[docholligay]

Dr. Holligay Tries Things That Aren't Running: Oula One

So, continuing with my very sexy and respectable journey to win a high-priced and totally unnecessary kitchen item, I come hot off the heels of my hilariously and gloriously slow three mile run to the noble choice of: Whatever class is available to me at 9 am and in a decent spot on my bingo card.

That's Oula One, babes! Do I know what Oula One is? Not even fucking REMOTELY. Do i know that it is a stepping stone to winning really stupid kitchen appliances? Oh fuck yes. Let's go.

An incredibly kind woman greets me by introducing herself, shaking my hand, and explaining that it's a yoga dance fusion class.

Excellent! I hate yoga! I scream with my entire mind.

She must have heard me with her third ear or somethinking, because she's smiling and telling me not to worry, because it's all about doing what feels good in my body. Great! I hate doing what feels good in my body! Part of the reason I hate yoga is it is neither fun nor punishing. I LOVE to be taken to the end of my tether. One of my favorite activities of last year was our 24 hour run, where I ended up with cactus spines through my toe. Running lets me take myself to the redline and see if I can cross the finish line before the engine explodes. Boot camp tells me that I'm fucking weak, and I can drag myself in a full plank across a gym floor, can't I? Work harder, it screams. This is great for me! I love feeling like I could not possibly have given one more inch.

Yoga, on the other hand, is both very difficult, and not punishing. I can't touch my hand flat palmed to the floor, but neither do I feel broken by pushing to it. I am just bored! I am an extremely hyperactive human being and sitting cross legged grounding myself is probably against the Geneva Convention. I want to crawl out of the classroom like an inchworm.

But here I am! In a dynamic yoga class, sitting on the floor in my damn booty booty ass ass running shorts, which are very practical on a track but less so here. I was wearing sloth underwear today and everyone knew it. You're welcome. Since I'm here, I am going to give it my best try, and I am going to go in with an open mind.

Twist ending for me most of all: I actually sort of enjoyed it! It moves much faster than a normal yoga class, but you repeat the moves a lot and can get deeper and deeper into them. It's extremely hippy-dippy, which I absolutely am not, and I had to muffle my laughter when she was like, 'This song is about keeping our shadow self near us" but...I am somewhat older than y'all so i don't know if you have this experience.

So picture a party, and there's a lot of weed at this party. Now, you don't smoke weed because it makes you strange in ways you don't like, but you do like partying, and there's some extremely suspect but deeply alcoholic Homebrew "mead" and you're making the best of it, and besides you need a favor from the guy you came with because you want to buy shrooms for the meteor shower backpacking trip a few weekends from now (I realize I have touched the absolute heart of tumblr right now, and you all are nodding in agreement at this very relatable scenario) This person is like a lot of the people who always had weed before everyone did, and so there are dyed silks hanging from her walls, and Loreena McKennitt is playing in the background, and you're definitely a little buzzed, and getting kind of a contact high, and then people start to dance. They dance with these big, open swirls of their body, and almost certainly someone is wearing moss green.

That is how I would describe the yoga-dance fusion at this class. Easy to follow, very vibes-based, and heavily based in big, open moves that give good stretch. Seeing as it takes an act of God and Congress for me to stretch, forcing myself to go do it every week or ever every other would not be the worst thing.

I cannot BELIEVE I am saying this, but I would go again.

Definitely without the ass shorts though.

[spencersawkward]

candied oranges//spencer reid

summary: femme!reader brings her new boyfriend to meet the team for drinks, but she doesn't know why Spencer keeps acting up and presses him for answers.

pairing: femme!reader x spencer

word count: 1.9k

content warnings: casual drinking, lots of angst.

a/n: this is based on this ask i got a while ago that i really loved! i didn't make it long enough to include all the parts of the request, but i really loved writing this and i'd be super down to write more parts if y'all like it.

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you're immediately enveloped in a sweet-scented hug as soon as you enter the door of Penelope's apartment. she's hosting drinks tonight for the team, and you've been looking forward to it all week. although after-work plans are usually very tenuous due to the demanding nature of your jobs, you've been craving some bonding time with everyone.

moreover, you're hoping for a chance to talk to Spencer. he's been incredibly stand-offish for the past week. every time you try to have a conversation, he either makes an excuse or the two of you get called in for work. a few days back, you were supposed to go to the international cinema downtown to see a film, but he texted you last minute claiming he was catching a cold. it feels like he's avoiding you.

"welcome, welcome!" Penelope grins as she steps to the side to let you into her home. it looks like it usually does, purple walls with twinkling lights and knick-knacks in every corner. a throw blanket tossed over the couch that reminds you of a hallucinogenic trip. some of the team members are already here, gathered around Garcia's counter with drinks in their hands.

Spencer isn't here, though, and you frown until Garcia clears her throat loudly. "Y/N? aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"

you're jolted out of your thoughts when you remember that you brought a date tonight. "oh, sorry. Pen, this is my boyfriend, Wren."

Wren reaches out a hand to your smiling colleague, but she waves it away and immediately hugs him too. "we've heard so much, Wren. it's so great to meet you!"

Wren gives you an optimistic smile over Pen's shoulder and, when he's finally disentangled himself from her friendly embrace, offers up the Tupperware he's carrying. "I brought candied oranges. I thought they might go nicely as a dessert."

Garcia's jaw drops, her pink-glossed lips catching the light. "you are an angel--" she turns to you. "he is an angel, Y/N."

you let out a satisfied laugh, happy that he's already made a positive impression on one of your friends. granted, Penelope tends to like everybody, but you don't care. you've been seeing Wren for a few weeks now, and it's been nice to have someone to make plans with. even if you end up rescheduling more dates than you actually go on because of cases.

"come meet everyone!" Garcia gestures for the two of you to follow her to the kitchen, where the team looks up. they're so different when they're not wrapped up with files and evidence. much friendlier faces.

"this is Wren, guys." you thread your fingers with his.

"Wren!" JJ grins enthusiastically and comes forward to shake Wren's free hand. Garcia takes the top of the Tupperware off and sets it in the middle of the counter.

"and he brought us snacks." Penelope points to the small treats. people reach for the candied oranges at once, all of them biting down and making noises of approval.

there's a flurry of activity as each member of the team introduces themselves to Wren, but he looks incredibly at peace with the attention, and his eyes sparkle when he's quickly brought into the circle of chattering friends. naturally, he charms them with his dimples and quick jokes. 

you're on your second glass of wine when Spencer arrives, his hair wet from the unexpected rain outside. Garcia hangs up his raincoat and brings him into the kitchen to join the festivities.

the first thing he notices is you, your eyes meeting across the island as Prentiss hands him a glass of lemonade. he's later than he usually is to group events, and part of you wonders what he's been doing. but then he catches sight of the arm that is casually snaked around your waist, and the person attached to that arm.

it could be a flickering kitchen light, but you swear his jaw tightens for a millisecond. his gaze bores into Wren's face, then neutralizes when he notices him. of course, because Wren is the life of the party, he immediately approaches Spencer with an outstretched hand.

"you must be Spencer. I'm Wren. Y/N talks about you all the time."

you forgot to warn him that Reid isn't one for physical contact, so you go with your boyfriend and push his hand down. Spencer's gaze flickers between you, Wren, and the hand that now rests at his side.

"Spencer doesn't really shake hands." you murmur in his ear. Wren is fast to replace his guilty expression with a more jovial one.

"you're the genius, right?" he starts a conversation that you know Spencer will hate. the profiler is constantly getting questioned on the job about his intellect and age.

part of you doesn't care, though. Reid has been an ass all week, and this newly sour attitude with your boyfriend really pisses you off. you were already nervous about Wren meeting such important people in your life, and Spencer possibly lashing out at him will send you over the edge.

"technically speaking, yes." the profiler responds with a clipped tone.

"Wren is a graphic designer." you insert yourself into the conversation. Wren looks at you affectionately, then at your colleague.

"yeah, I actually just moved here from LA."

"from LA to DC for graphic design?" Reid's words have an edge to them. he's already trying to piece together your boyfriend like a puzzle, the gears behind those hazel eyes working swiftly. something tugs in your stomach.

"weird, right?" Wren chuckles good-naturedly. "I just started at a non-profit that's based here."

"ah." Reid replies. he eyes Wren sharply, as though to cut him down to size. he makes no effort to continue the conversation.

before you can watch more of your coworker behaving like a petulant child, you clear your throat. "hey, Wren, can I talk to Spence for a second? I just remembered I have a question about one of our cases."

it's a bullshit excuse, but it works. Wren knows virtually nothing about your job, so he returns to the rest of the group after planting a kiss on your forehead and leaves the two of you alone.

the energy between you shifts immediately. for a second, you can't figure out what to say; you're angry, sure, but you're more hurt than anything. there are so many words crammed unintelligibly together in your mind. all of them are inappropriate for a kitchen conversation. instead of saying something, you grab his wrist and yank him into the hallway so the others can't hear.

"what the hell was that about?"

"what are you talking about?" he feigns confusion.

"you're being an ass to Wren."

"how? we've only talked for a minute."

"and that minute was you being unwelcoming. he's just trying to be nice and you can't even spare, like, five minutes of pleasantness."

Spencer doesn't respond to this at first, instead pursing his lips and looking down at his feet. you roll your eyes.

"look, Spence, I don't know what's going on with you. you can be mad at me for whatever reason, but don't take it out on him. he didn't do anything."

Reid's expression changes several times in the dark hallway, the silence thick. it becomes even more clear that this was the wrong place to confront him. you just want him to say something. this game he's playing is childish.

"I'm not mad at you." he keeps a level tone, though you can feel the undercurrent of frustration beneath it. his eyes are darting from the quirky paintings on Penelope's wall to your face, as though weighing his options.

you realize how well you know each of his facial expressions, his body language, even in the dark.

"that's even worse, Reid. we used to tell each other everything, and now you won't even be in the same room as me." as you say the words, they pierce you in a way you've been trying to avoid.

there were nights when the two of you would just walk and talk, your first days at the BAU when it seemed like everything was happening too quickly and you considered quitting. amidst all the chaos, you craved the free moments because he was there. a page break in every ceaselessly violent chapter.

you knew you loved him then, but loving Spencer is like looking at Saturn through a telescope. you could stare forever and never have enough, but you'll never be able to touch. the proximity is a delusion. especially when he pulls away like this.

"I just..." he seems affected by your words, those slender fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides.

"you just what, Spencer? I'm really getting sick of chasing you after your tantrums. I've got enough to worry about." you hope your eyes aren't as shiny as they feel, but you need to go. you can't have a breakdown at one of Garcia's parties, and you certainly can't keep spending time in a dark hallway with Reid when your boyfriend is in the next room.

you push past him, shoulders brushing as you blink back your frustrated tears. until you feel his fingers wrap around your wrist with a surprisingly iron grip, pulling you back to him.

you stumble a bit, free hand steadying yourself on his chest. angry words are in your throat, though they get stuck. instead, your mouth is open in surprise. he's never touched you like this, like he needs you to stay. it sends a shiver down your spine.

you think about one time a few weeks ago, when the two of you were heading home late and he bought you a croissant from a café. you sat at a tiny table and talked, played tic tac toe on a napkin. it was stupid, but you didn't want to be anywhere else. you liked how he laughed and held a pen.

his face is so close to yours, you can see the light gleaming in his eyes. his lips are parted. you know what's coming next, feel it in your bones.

"I'm in love with you." the words seem to fill up the entire hallway, pressing on the walls. your heart is hammering in your chest, the weight of it all seemingly coming down all at once.

you know you can't. you've never cheated, and you never will. but something inside you crumbles to ancient ruin, some rational part that would remind you that Wren is kind, and funny, and likes you a lot.

Spencer loves you; it repeats itself in your head like a mantra, burning through every cell in your body. he's still holding onto you, his skin bleeding warmth into yours as you hold his gaze. you love his eyelashes and the shape of his mouth. you can feel his breath on your lips, the magnitude of a possible kiss resting between you.

you inhale sharply, trying to remember every curve and slope of this moment.

"I can't," you whisper. your eyes flicker to his lips. how easy it would be. "I'm with someone else."

the fire in his eyes flares. he drops your wrist, defeated. you stay for a moment. it's the last shred you can keep.

"Y/N?" the sound of your name jerks you out of this stupor. you turn to see JJ at the end of the hallway, a half-bitten candied orange in her fingers. "is everything okay?"

"everything's fine." you straighten and put a false smile on, walking over to her. your limbs feel like lead, even as she links your arm with hers.

"I really like Wren. he's so funny." she laughs.

"isn't he?" you chance a look behind your shoulder, at Spencer in the dark. he doesn't look away this time. he knows just as well as you do that you aren't finished.

you just don't know where to begin.

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[ranchracoon]

Ch. 25 Home

The music roared from behind the gate, if you looked closely enough you could see it shaking from the vibrations. The fall festival was in full swing, the smell of pumpkin pie, spices, and cider made your mouth water in anticipation. You looked up at Donna who smiled back down at you, she held your hand tightly and you squeezed hers in response. Donna took a deep breath and pushed open the gate to reveal everyone dressed up like different monsters and creatures; kids were running around with chocolate and other sugary delights coating their mouths. You clutched the envelope closer to your chest to keep it from blowing away in the cold breeze, Donna side stepped out of the way for some children to run through.

Since the wedding she's been more open to coming into the village, the villagers threw you and her a large celebration in honor of your marriage. Contrary to her belief, the villagers were accepting of Donna, many of them understandably skeptical at first but welcomed her nonetheless. You and her passed by a stall with freshly baked cinnamon rolls, Donna's eye widened to the size of the moon and stopped dead in her tracks. It seems the kids of the village wouldn't be the only ones with a sugar high this night. Donna looked over at you, silently asking to get one and you sighed defeatedly.

"Fine, but only one you hear me? Otherwise you're sleeping with Angie tonight." You warned.

Donna perked up and kissed your cheek before turning toward the vendor while reaching into her pocket for the lei. On your wedding night, instead of fucking your brains out, Donna spent all night puking out hers because she discovered the wonders of unadulterated access to sugar. You waited patiently until she returned with half the roll already eaten within the two steps it took from you to the stall, she offered you the other half and you acted shocked at the gesture. She shrugged and pulled it back to eat it but you swiped it from her hand and stuffed it into your mouth. Donna smirked and kissed you, licking the sugar from the corner of your lips while doing so.

With your face fully red all the way to your ears, Donna smirked triumphantly then took your hand again to lead you toward the village center. The music was getting louder to the point it hurt your ears from how close you were standing, but thankfully you didn't have to stand long because you saw who you were looking for. Cassandra was walking on the other side of the center with her sisters, their mother right behind them and all of them ducked into the blacksmith's shop. You ran over with Donna in tow and caught the door before it fully closed behind them and slipped on in, Daniela spotted you first of course and embraced you in a bone-crushing hug.

"Oh you guys came! I'm so happy to see you." Daniela squealed.

"You just saw us a few days ago when we visited you." You choked out.

"A few days is a few months in Daniela time." Bela joked.

Daniela released you and paused in front of Donna, she hesitated at first but then opened her arms and braced when Daniela lunged into her full force. Johanna came out from a door behind the counter and smiled brightly at Cassandra who leaned on her elbows on the counter. You glanced over at Alcina who was distracted by something hanging in the window then crept over to Cassandra and leaned next to her.

"I have something for you." You said quietly as you slid the envelope over.

Cassandra gasped and took it within a blink, "what is it?" she asked curiously.

"Well...remember that conversation we had where you said you wanted to leave the village? I'm giving you all the assets my aunt left me. You can do whatever you please with them, sell them, keep them, I don't have any use for any of it. There is one condition though, you have to mail me a souvenir from every place you travel to, even if it's just a postcard."

The two of them stared at you like you just spoke to them in a different language, you glanced between them and felt a familiar heat rush to your ears.

"Do-do you mean it?" Johanna asked quietly.

Cassandra looked up at you as you smiled at her and nodded your head, she set the envelope down carefully then took you into an even tighter hug than Daniela's. You choked a little but wrapped your arms around her and held her until she let go, backing away and then reaching over to take Johanna's hand.

"I guess we better break the news to everyone then."

Johanna nodded in agreement, "lets meet in the dining room with my parents."

Johanna called everyone's attention and invited the Dimitrescus, Donna, and you into the dining room. In there was a man and woman who looked about Angie's age, the man was shorter than you which made you feel better about being surrounded by extraordinarily tall women. He stood and offered his seat to Alcina who graciously took it and sat next to, whom you presumed was his wife. Cassandra and Johanna stood in front of the table with everyone looking at them, you and Donna stood in the back toward the door. You wanted to make a quick exit in case you needed to once Alcina heard the news.

"Um Johanna and I have something to tell you all." Cassandra took a deep breath, "we're going to get married this winter and leave the village in spring when the snow melts from the pass."

You could hear an ant fart with how quiet it was, the news settling thickly in the air until Alcina abruptly stood. The chair scrapped against the wooden flooring and made you flinch, even Daniela and Bela leaned away from her. Alcina took a deep breath and held her hands in front of her, her shoulders tense despite her calm facial expression. Johanna's mother sniffled at tears fell down her cheeks and she used a handkerchief to wipe them away.

"How do you plan on accomplishing this?" she asked calmly.

"With this." Cassandra held up the envelope, "Y/N gave us enough money to not only travel but live a comfortable life outside of this village. I promise we'll come back to visit in the spring and summer. Our compromise was having the wedding here. Please mother, this is all I've ever wanted."

Johanna's mother stood, "why do you want to leave me?" She sobbed.

"Momma I'm not leaving you but, you and I both know that there's only so much I can do here. All I do is fix farm equipment now and then. I want to explore, learn, and start a family."

Cassandra turned sharply in Johanna's direction, Johanna and everyone in the room tensed as Alcina walked around the table. She approached them like a predator stalking its prey, she stood in front of the two women, silently looking them over then her shoulders sagged.

"I did try to change your mind, and I am upset that you went behind my back to find an alternative way to leave but I suppose it's my fault for pushing you away rather than accepting your wishes. I didn't want to accept that my baby wants to spread her wings and start her own life. Please promise me that you will be safe, you will write, you will visit, and most importantly remember that you always have a home here." Alcina stated firmly.

"I promise mother." Cassandra responded.

Johanna and Cassandra looked up at Alcina then hugged her tightly, she hugged them back and held them close. She kissed both of their cheeks before standing upright, you looked over at Johanna's mother who still sobbed but her father stood behind her with his hands on the back of the chair. She stood up and walked out of the dining room, covering her face with her handkerchief as Johanna's father sighed.

"Johanna, I always knew you were too bright for this village. Your fire burned hotter than any hearth, and you know your mother and I only want the best for you. You can't get much better than blessings from three lords, I'll support you in any way possible."

"What about momma?" Johanna asked.

"She'll come around. She always does."

He held his hand out and Johanna walked over to shake it, then she jumped up and hugged him around his neck. Daniela groaned loudly and this time the attention was on her as she dramatically threw herself back against the wall with Bela smiling proudly.

"Thanks a lot Cas, now I owe Bela 500 lei." She sighed with feigned annoyance.

"We made a bet who would get married first; you or her. Congratulations Cassandra and Johanna." Bela clarified.

"We need to start planning!" Daniela exclaimed to change the subject.

Daniela dragged Johanna and Bela dragged Cassandra out of the home, Alcina reached over and took the envelope for safekeeping. Cassandra smiled at you as she passed by, you waited until they left the shop and looked up at Donna who raised an eyebrow back at you.

"He said three lords, there's you and Alcina. Who's the third?" You asked.

Donna smiled widely and giggled quietly, "you my love. When you became my wife, you also took on the title of lord. Would you prefer lady like Alcina?"

You shook your head and scrunched your nose, the thought of being a lord made your anxiety spike, "will I have to come to those meetings that you go to?"

"Only if you want."

You were about to say something back when Alcina approached you, she looked down at you and you shrugged down into yourself. She motioned with her head for you to follow her and that you did; she walked outside and around the corner where the music was dulled. She held the envelope tightly and looked off into the distance, Donna stood by you and leaned against the brick of the building.

"Alcina let me-" you started.

"Quiet." She ordered.

"Yep."

She turned to face you and you expected to see anger, resentment, something but her face remained neutral. Her green eyes almost shined from the street lamp above her and you could see them dart around your body. You rolled and unrolled the hem of your shirt, you wanted to beg for forgiveness and tell her you were sorry but another part of you wanted to stand your ground and tell her off. Instead you stood there frozen under her gaze, she blinked slowly and she looked up toward Donna.

"Would you mind giving us a moment?" Alcina asked.

You looked over your shoulder and saw Donna push herself off the wall and walked around the corner. Your throat felt dry and you tried to gulp but you produced nothing, leaving you to choke a little on the air.

"I knew this day would come and I couldn't be prouder of her. Johanna is a wonderful woman, and I knew that eventually I would give in. In fact, I was going to surprise her this upcoming winter solstice with the money and means to leave, but you beat me to it."

She held up the envelope, twisting it around in her hand, "so, you're giving everything away hm?"

"If there was anything you wanted of hers, you can look through the list of her things. I know you two were close."

"I absolutely loathed the woman, the only reason I humored her was because it's the proper thing to do. I do not want anything."

Your mouth dropped and you started to laugh, you weren't expecting that. Alcina dropped her hand and chuckled, covering her mouth with her other until she stopped laughing. She took a step toward you and rested her hand on your shoulder, she leaned down to your ear, close enough you could smell her perfume.

"If you ever go behind my back or pull something like this again, I will end you."

You shot a look at her and nodded your head in understanding, she tapped your shoulder and walked away. After you unclenched your jaw and could breath again you went back around the corner to find Donna waiting for you. She was standing by herself next to some other villagers who didn't have dance partners, when she saw you her face lit up and her eye crinkled from how big she smiled. She approached you and wrapped her arms around you, kissing the side of your head.

"Thanks for leaving me." You mumbled into her shoulder.

"Sorry mi amor but you're on your own when it comes to Alcina. She is one out of three women I will never cross. The other two being Mother Miranda and Angie."

"Understandable." You groan.

"Still love me?" She asked.

You look up at her and narrow your eyes, "yeah I guess."

She chuckles lowly and brushes her fingers through your hair while holding you tightly, you sigh and breath in her smell. You wrap your arms around her waist and you listen to her heartbeat beating, everything else fades away. When you came to this village you wanted nothing more than to leave, you never saw yourself finding a life out here let alone someone like Donna. For the first time in many years, since you could remember, you felt safe. You felt at home.

The end.

Master Post

[bellysoupset]

Alas! Finally the kitty fic:

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It wasn't raining, it was pouring. Jonah winced as he looked out of the window, tugging on the sleeves of his sweater and walking across the room, so he could turn up the thermostat a little bit.

It was quite the uneventful Friday. Leo had court today, so he was late and hadn't texted, but Jon wasn't worried, since that was par for the course. He had done his clinic hours in the morning and then gone home, spending the rest of the evening fixing up the place.

Vince wasn't a super messy guy, but he wasn't extra neat either and he had been unable to move for a while. Now he was back in the dorms, despite Leo complaining it was silly not to stay another week, at least so he could remove the sling, but Vin was nothing if not a very proud guy.

So now he was gone and Jonah couldn't help but relax a little bit. He had liked having the guy around and liked helping his friend, feeling like his care actually was being translated into understandable, tangible acts, but he was also very relieved to have him gone. It was good to have home just to the two of them again.

Jonah huffed as he fished out a pair of Vin's socks from the washing machine and rolled his eyes, throwing it in the dryer alongside the rest of their clothes.

This was something else that was new. Doing laundry.

He used to simply send his clothes down, his fancy building had a laundry service and they sent up the clothes ironed and smelling amazing. Leo, though, was against them using it. In his own words "you're a fucking adult, just use your washing machine."

So they did laundry now, or at least everything except for Leo's suits and Jon's fussy shirts, because neither of them were about to iron those.

Jon was sorting the frozen meals - finally they could have lactose again - when the landline rang. No one ever phoned him home, ever, so he frowned and reached for it immediately.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Banks, hello. It's Matthew from the front desk," the older man said and Jonah raised his eyebrows as he wondered why the call. Certainly they hadn't received any packages past six o'clock when it was raining hell outside.

"Hi, Matthew," Jon frowned, "what's the matter?"

"I might be overstepping, sir," Matthew sounded a little fearful, "but Mr. Wagner's been sitting in his car in the garage for at least thirty minutes now and I'm a little concerned."

"How did-"

"The cameras, sir," Matthew explained and Jon nodded, realizing a minute later the man couldn't see him.

"You're not overstepping at all, Matthew, thank you for calling. I'm gonna go check on him, thanks."

"You're welcome, sir. Have a nice evening."

Jonah hung up and immediately went to retrieve his phone. There was no new text from Leo. Uh. Very weird.

He put his shoes back on and left the apartment, deciding to investigate.

True to what Matthew had said, Leo was sitting in his own car - a much older car, that Jonah generally despised with his whole being. The driver's door was open, one of Leo's legs hanging outside and the engine was off.

"Leo?" Jon asked, stepping closer and beyond confused, "baby, what are you doing sitting here?"

"Hey..." Leo sounded exhausted, but most importantly, his voice had a super soft characteristic that sent alarm bells through Jon. He moved closer to get a good look of his boyfriend and then frowned.

Leo was soaked wet. His suit, his tie, his hair, everything was a shade darker, as if he had jumped on the deep end of a pool instead of just catching some rain before getting in the car. His face was really pale.

"What the hell happ- What's that?" Jonah interrupted himself as he realized Leo was holding something to his chest.

"It's a kitty," Leo said softly, then sniffled grossly and Jon started to get the full situation. He ignored the cat and reached in, planting his hand to Leo's forehead. It was burning up.

"You have a fever, Leo," Jonah said flatly, "a high one, I'm guessing. Where did you get that thing?"

"Don't call him that," Leo scoffed, gently playing with one of the kitten's triangular ears, "he's so sweet-"

"Don't kiss that!" Jonah scolded as he watched, with a grimace, as his boyfriend planted a kiss on top of the animal's little head, "it's probably full of diseases!"

"Don't be mean," Leo scoffed, smoothing the cat's fur, "he was crying behind the courthouse, behind some boxes."

"I'm guessing you got yourself soaked trying to capture it?" Jonah rolled his eyes, "okay, baby, get out of the car. You need to get out of these wet clothes, they're probably freezing."

"He had no one," Leo whined, not moving as he continued to pet the cat, "he was all alone, there was no mom..."

"Okay, Leo," Jonah rolled his eyes, grabbing his arm and pulling him out, "we're gonna get that thing to a shelter, but first you need a hot shower-"

"Shelter?" Leo's blue eyes were sparkling with the fever, big on his face. He squeezed the cat closer to his chest, causing the little animal to meow and paw at his tie, "no shelter," he blinked quickly, "please, Jon, not a shelter..."

Jonah frowned. He knew this voice well enough now to know this was something deeper, a trigger just waiting for him to be dumb enough and pull it. Instead he shook his head, "Okay, no shelter. I'm sure someone at the hospital will love it-"

"I'm not giving him away" Leo scoffed, once again kissing the cat and causing Jonah to cringe in disgust, "look. at. him, Jon," he held the pet to Jon's face, "he's the cutest thing! And- And he was all alone! And he needed someone... He needs a family!"

"Okay..." Jonah cringed, ignoring the cat's pitiful face right under his chin, instead looking at his boyfriend, "baby, let's just go upstairs, alright?"

Leo nodded, hiccupping and causing Jon to frown as he slammed the door shut, "is your belly upset?"

"No, I'm just cold," he said, teeth chattering, "you like him, don't you?" he continued to pet the cat, "he's so cute."

Jonah rolled his eyes, "yeah, adorable," he pushed Leo towards the elevator, "when did this fever hit you?"

"I have a fever?" Leo asked, completely enthralled by the kitten in his arms, "I think he's not a stray, his spots look fancy."

"It's a cat, Leo," Jonah huffed, cupping his boyfriend's cheeks, "baby, when did you start feeling sick?"

"I'm not sick," Leo pushed his hand away, grabbing his wrist and forcing Jonah to pet the cat, "what should we name him?"

Jonah stared at it, unimpressed. He had never been a pet person, ever. Not even back when he was a kid, his mom used to keep fancy birds and his father had one hunting dog, but Jonah had kept his distance from both pets.

The kitten meowed, still busy playing with Leo's tie. It was a really small thing, with big blue eyes and white fur, with some dark beige spots all over it. It's nose was a dark brown triangle and yeah, it was alright.

"Leo, can you answer me, please?"

"What about?" Leo sniffled again, resting his head on Jon's shoulder and smiling at the kitten, "hi, babyyy..."

"When did you start feeling sick?" Jonah repeated the question, pressing his lips to the blonde's forehead. He was burning up.

"Uhm, I was feeling pretty crappy during court..." Leo's voice broke and he grimaced, pressing a fist to his mouth as he started to cough, "I guess-" he coughed again, startling the animal, that started to climb his suit jacket, "after lunch...? Hey, where are you going..."

Jonah glared as the cat tried to hook it's claws on his sweater, "get it off of me."

"He's not gonna hurt you, he's just exploring," Leo said, his voice a lot more scratchier, "c'mere, sweetheart..."

"Stop kissing this thing, Leo, you're gonna get mono or fucking toxoplasmosis from it."

"Toxo-what?" Leo chuckled, "the pregnant women thing?" he clearly found it amusing, as he snuggled closer to Jon, trying to steal his warmth, "he's not gonna make me sick, don't be silly."

"Sure," Jonah let out a sigh of relief as the elevator came to a stop, "okay... Give me the thing."

"You mean the kitty?" Leo pouted, holding it defensively.

"Yeah, you need to get in the shower, baby. You're freezing to death," Jonah made a face as he attempted to grab the cat so Leo could shower. The blonde jumped back, his shoes squishing water.

"You're not gonna get rid of him, are you?" he pouted, holding the kitten close to his heart, "I love him."

Jon scoffed, "took you months to say I love you to me, you prick," he said, trying once again to grab the kitten. The animal hissed at him and Leo immediately cooed.

"See, he knows you're trying to get rid of him," Leo glared at him, "I'm not gonna give you the kitty."

"Oh for fuck's sake, Leo!" Jonah exclaimed, moving faster and snatching the pet, only to be scratched. He dropped it, by accident and the kitten immediately ran from him, hiding under the couch, "ah, bloody hell-"

"Why would you do that!" Leo cried out, rushing to the couch, "he didn't do anything to you, stop being such a fucking grinch!" he dropped to all fours near the couch and reached out with a hand, saying softly "here pspspsp, c'mere sweetheart..."

Jonah stared at him, then back at his hand. Baby claws or not, the kitten had managed to break skin and left a little bloody cut on the back of his hand. He pinched his nose bridge, "Leo-"

"He's got no one!" Leo shouted at him, not even bothering to look his way, "and he needs us!"

"You're sick," Jonah sighed, rubbing his temple, "the fever is making you emotional. A pet is a big responsibility-"

"I'm not emotional," Leo scoffed, falling on his ass and glaring at him, "I've always wanted a pet. This is my home. He needs a family. We're keeping him."

Jonah's mouth dropped and he tried to come up with an argument - one that wasn't absolutely not - but instead he snapped it shut, "can we talk about this tomorrow?"

"No," Leo shook his head, then coughed in the crook of his elbow. Deep, chesty coughs that made Jonah want to step closer and rub his back, an instinct he fought valiantly and stood his ground. Leo rasped for breath and glared at him again, "no. I'm not budging on this, Jon. I want it."

"And I don't want it," Jonah frowned, but he could feel his own will quickly melting away. It was rare Leo was ever this adamant about something. Clearly this was important.

"I'm not gonna beg for it," Leo's voice was steel, rasp be damned.

Jon shook his head, "I don't want you to beg. I want us to talk..." he trailed off, then rolled his eyes as the cat slipped from under the couch and climbed between Leo's legs, sitting on his lap like a pocket sized leopard. It was a little bit cute, he conceded, "is this a deal breaker for you?"

"Yes," Leo's said strongly, although his shoulders dropped as he realized the battle won.

Jonah nodded, then glared at the cat, "we're not naming it something stupid like Snowball."

"Okay," Leo grinned.

"And it stays off the bedroom."

"Okay," Leo's smile only grew.

"And stop kissing that thing until we get it checked by a vet."

"Fine, done," Leo said happily, "can we go to a vet in the morning?"

"Sure," Jon rolled his eyes, "now give me the cat, you need a shower still."

"Be gentle with him," Leo said softly, picking up the cat and the quickly kissing it one last time, causing Jon to scowl at him, "couldn't help it."

"You're not kissing me," Jon scoffed, pointing the hallway and taking the kitten, "go wash up, I'll- I'll find a box for- For him."

"Look at it, Jon," Leo smiled, using the couch to pull himself up, "he's adorable."

"If you say so," Jonah looked down at the cat and yeah, it was a little fucking adorable, trying to climb his sweater and meowing pitifully, "shower, Leo."

"I'm going," Leo said, still with a huge smile on his face and a dreamy look on his glazed eyes, "I'm just... Just give me a second."

Jonah let out a huff and smiled, "you huge sap," he said, then petted the kitten behind it's ears, smiling when the animal snapped it's head, trying to nibble at his finger, "he's like a little leopard."

"Yeah," Leo's voice was dripping with sweetness, "a little Leo."

"Ugh," Jonah groaned at the joke, "you're so sick, you're delusional. Get out of here, Leo."

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When Leo woke up again, it was late. Really, slept-past-lunch type of late. He never woke up this late, years of waking up early for school and then even more early for football practice were ingrained in him.

He blamed it on the cold, that he definitely had. There was a dull ache in his head, no doubt toned down by the meds sitting on the bedside table that he did not remember taking. A box of tissues, already opened and half used. His throat burned when he swallowed.

"Fuck," he groaned, sitting up on the bed and then glancing to his side, in search of his boyfriend. Jon's side of the bed was made, sheets fitted and blankets smoothed up.

Leo pouted, getting out of the bed and swaying on his feet. He put on a pullover that was lumpy and ugly to stop the shivering and then walked into the bathroom to wash his face... He was halfway brushing his teeth when last night hit him, just as he his old clothes in the laundry basket under the sink.

The cat!

He spat in the sink and washed his mouth as quickly as he could, then ran out of the bathroom, "Jon? Where's the cat?" Leo called, getting out of the room and power walking to the kitchen, "Jonah?"

Nothing but silence answered him. Jonah wasn't home and clearly neither was the cat.

"Nononono," Leo chanted, refusing to believe Jon would simply get rid of the little kitten while he slept. He checked the laundry room, then under the couch and inside the guest room, a series of coughs wrecking through him and causing his eyes to burn. There was a tight knot in his throat.

Jonah wouldn't get rid of the cat, right?

Leo let out a shuddering breath and fell on his ass next to the guest room's bed, leaning on his knees. He blamed the sudden wetness in his eyes on the low grade fever and sniffled pitifully, this simply wasn't right.

The front door opened and he heard a rustle, then Jon's voice "Leo? You awake?"

Rubbing angrily at his eyes, Leo swallowed against the choked up knot in his throat and walked out of the room, "where were you?"

"Lots of places, Sleeping Beauty," Jonah grinned, dropping his car keys on the table next to the door and a bag filled with medicine, "stopped by the pharmacy, got you some decent meds... Leo?"

"Where's the cat?" he frowned, crossing his arms. He still expected Jon to smile and say Surprise!, "Jon, where did you take him?"

"Her," Jon rolled his eyes, "it wasn't a boy," he shook his head, "she's a little drowsy, lots of adventures."

He stepped out of the door and into the hallway again and Leo could've cried with how happy he was as his boyfriend returned with a beige carrier.

"Meet JD Wagner Banks," Jonah smiled, fishing the cat out of the carrier and handing her to him. True to what he said, she was all sleepy and boneless, "they gave her a drug cocktail, so she's a bit out of it."

"J... JD?" Leo said in the smallest voice, eyes burning again as he took the kitten and held her to his chest, "what does it stand for...?"

"Jasmine Dean," Jonah looked very proud of himself, "JD for short... Oh you hate it," he grimaced as Leo let out a whimper.

"No, I don't, I- You gave her your family's J...?" Leo was doing a piss poor job of hiding how moved he was, "I thought you had gotten rid of her."

Jon pouted, stepping closer, "I wouldn't. Not while you slept, Leo, c'mon," he groaned, leaning in to kiss him, "give me some credit."

"I know," Leo sniffled, "I'm just- It was stupid, I'm sorry. I love you... I love her name too."

"Yeah?" Jonah smiled into the kiss, "good, because we can't change it now."

[spaceyflowerswriting]

Hi....I saw your requests were open and I have one for Seong taehoon and SeongJun Baek (they are my fav characters)☺️

Jealous seongjoon and taehoon. If their s/o is getting attention from someone they admire and the guys are feeling jealous. How would they react and have their s/o turn their attention back on them.

I don't see a lot of work for SeongJun so if it's okay with you I'll be sending some in, if you are okay with that. Have a great day.

stealing their s/o's attention back from someone they admire

details: gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon au, reader has been dating character for a while

a/n: hello and thank u for the request !! + i dont mind at all, i'd love to get more seongjun requests T_T i haven't written for viral hit as much as i'd like to so any requests are welcome~ also hope u have a great day too :]

side note; i assumed "someone they admire" meant someone the guys admire so i apologize if you meant someone the s/o admires 😭?

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taehun

> most of the time he gets jealous rather easily, but other times he barely bats an eye unless he thinks, "actually. i'm jealous annoyed now" and goes to do something about it

> he's perfectly confident in himself, so his jealousy doesn't stem from insecurity. he just wants you to himself <3

> there's not many people he admires! maybe few adults in his life (his father included, even if he won't admit it) and some of his friends. he's not really the kind of guy who looks for role models so... ^_^;;

> to be honest his only "real threat" amongst the people he admires might be yeonwoo. he thinks the guy's a wimp but he can't deny the guy is good looking and, y'know. a decent, likable person. still, he knows, "my s/o could've had this goody two shoes but they chose me so i have nothing to worry about" but tinges of jealousy still come around

> his go-to is physical contact with you, even if it means inconveniencing you. yes, he will pull you in to sit in his lap, yes, he will hug you from behind. he is very loud about it all 💖

> if he can, he'll interrupt whatever's going on between you and the other person. just as a reminder that he's there, and that he's your boyfriend. also why bother talking to that person when you should be kissing him and--

> if he can't interrupt, he'll straight up change whatever's happening or at least talk to you so you look his way. and as a last minute resort, if needed? he will be very annoying by pulling you away from the situation lol

> he Might say sorry if you're particularly annoyed after his antics ★ will also deny any jealousy allegations, but rarely, admit it through gritted teeth if he "thinks you need to know" (whatever that means)

seongjun

> he doesn't like people messing with what's his, period. either way, he knows his scary reputation and your love for him so he doesn't get jealous easily

> i can't put my finger on it but i feel like there's a speck of insecurity hidden somewhere in him. otherwise his jealousy doesn't come from a lack of self confidence, but rather you spending more time with someone instead of him

> ...i don't think seongjun admires anyone at all. except maybe hobin, but that was something he said during his death 😭

> well. just for this scenario let's pretend he does have someone he respects and sees on equal footing--because honestly if it's anyone less, he's even less likely to get jealous. why should he care for someone he views poorly? as if they'd have a chance with you anyway, right?

> the way he acts depends on the other person. he's not too keen on stealing your attention right away because he wants to respect how you choose to spend your time, and apparently it's hanging out with this person...

> he prefers to be subtle; staying close with you (usually wrapping an arm around your waist to show the ~intimacy~) and putting on passive aggressive smiles. may make comments with said passive aggressive tone if needed

> the second the person seems to show interest in you, seongjun amps up his attitude. just a little bit though, he doesn't want to lose his cool with you around ^_^

> doesn't readily admit his jealousy but if you prod at him enough, he'll say the truth. isn't too embarrassed by it either because jealousy is a normal feeling and he thinks he's not being dramatic whenever he gets jealous so <3

[love-advice-on-call]

Hi! This is like my first time asking any advice so sorry if this is a bit tmi or a weird ask 😬 So for religious reasons I'm not doing the do until after marriage. The problem here is, all the guys wont really date you unless your down to do smth with them ( which i'm not!!! ). I know i shouldn't really rush into a relationship cause i'm literally only 15 and their overrated and romanticized by the media anyways, but i'm an absolute hopeless romantic 😔 I just really wanna have a romance book typa relationship. I wanna send gm and gn texts w/ someone and be on ft with them for hours just talking or doing nothing and just basically have someone to obsess and rant over to your friends. But I don't want to have the superficial relationships that my friends/others have in my school.

Like majority of the guys in my school are racist, colourist, homophobic and are just mean people in general. I would NEVER wanna date a person who acts like that, let alone be friends with them! But it seems like everyone doesn't really care in a sense because they're cute/popular. I feel like the odd one out because everyone has been in a relationship or had a crush or like a fling and I haven't. I'm always left out of these conversations and just feel like i'm missing out on the high school experience! ( i'm literally finishing grade 10 in 2 weeks and haven't even talked to a guy romantically )

In a sense i feel like because of that ( and since i went to an all girls private school from gr 3-8 ) I tend to romanticize the smallest things a guy does or says to me which is such a big problem!!1! Like you crack a joke with me? In love. Pick me first in gym when making teams? Brb i'm writing our wedding invites. Even my cousins around my age were shocked when I said I haven't talked to a guy romantically before. Its even worse that I'm so shy around guys and just overly insecure considering I NEVER had any boys in my school. Everyone always calls me a grandma already because of the way I talk and act and now i'm really starting to believe it.

My parents are pretty strict about this kinda thing and my sisters are all older then me/are naturally extremely pretty so they didn't have to worry about being unlikeable ( people had crushes on them in high school AND they were in relationships ). I just feel really lost and unlikeable :(

Hi,

So I think waiting till marriage is a totally fine thing and waiting in general would be a good decision for a lot of folks, not just you. I didn't wait till marriage, but I did wait a long time for the right person and in my personal experience it made it significantly more fulfilling when comparing it to how almost all of friends lost their virginity during teen years. I really wish that more folks had the opportunity to wait.

Wanting to be in a relationship this badly I think is something MANY people your age feel and I think it is totally normal. This feeling you're feeling, doesn't really ever go away I think. It may come and go in intensity, but if you at this age feel like wanting to be in a relationship, then you can expect to buckle in for a lifetime of this being at the back of your thoughts.

"Like majority of the guys in my school are racist, colourist, homophobic and are just mean people in general." Unfortunately, this is just "Welcome to Teen Boyhood", most of these guys (God willing) will grow out of it, though I've met a lot of men who never emotionally/mentally went past age 16.

There are some dudes who are not terrible people at ~15, but usually those guys do not attract girls easily. Less popular guys definitely, but solid dudes at heart. It could be that maybe you are also just hanging around the wrong crowd? I doubt your whole school is like this and you should be able to find someone your age who shares your values. They wont be the perfect guy, no one is at 15 or really any age, but they'll be better. I know it is SUPER incredibly indescribably tough to shift social circles and meet people within your own school, but I suggest that you try to simply make more guy friends in general and look for the sweet spot of dudes that are decent guys. It will also help with your anxiety around boys and may help smooth you out so you're used to talking to them. Once you find a guy you like, then you can work on building up the courage to ask him out.

Maybe join clubs at school, look into after school programs (tutoring, co-ed sports, etc.), or check with your friends to see if they know anyone they can introduce you to. When I was in high school, some people would also just date guys from other schools because they weren't down with the ones who were immediately around them. They usually met through mutual friends or at non-school events.

Also, you telling me that you don't want to date guys because they want you to be down for something while your sisters were in relationships at your age. I mean, I feel like put two and two together. It's not JUST because your sisters are pretty 👀. But gossip aside, your parents can't be that strict if they let your sisters see guys or if your sisters found ways around not telling them. So I wouldn't worry about them too much. As a former teen, there are always ways to getting around parents.

All in all, I think it sounds like you do have a good head on your shoulders and you know what you want. Being a grandma isn't always a bad thing, it just means that you don't take BS from other people and you know what will make you happy. That's something that takes almost a life time of development and you've got that now at 15 so I've got confidence in you that you're going to be alright.

As a side note: I do appreciate you listing out how you romanticize the situations. It gave me a laugh and this is definitely one of my favorite asks I've gotten in a while. Talking to people about navigating teen dating is like one of the funnest topics period.

June 13, 2023

[emily-writes12]

Harringtons Friend

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem! Reader and a small bit of Steve X Fem! Reader.

Warning: 18+, light smut, jealousy/overprotective, foreplay, swearing, drugs, mention of addiction, bad father figure.

Mini Description(2.4K words); It's been years since you've been in Hawkins but since your parents divorced you're back and Harrington is showing you around. Then you meet the group's new friend Eddie who is also your charming neighbor.

A/N: I used to write fanfics when I was young so it's been years and I'm a little rusty, I hope you guys enjoy! Any feedback is welcomed and p.s this will for sure be 2 or 3 chapters.

Chapter One:

It was the summer of 1986, you hadn’t set foot in this town since you were 12 and you had missed Hawkins so much. Since your parents split up, you and your mom decided to move back home since it would be easier but the real reason was the man she cheated on your dad lived in the trailer park, and moving in with him was your only choice. You could have stayed with your father if it wasn’t for his on-and-off drug addiction since the news. Nonetheless, you were excited to be back where you grew up and finish your senior year of high school. 

After a long day of unpacking you hear a knock on your trailer door, you head over and open the door to your old best friend Steve Harrington. 

“Y/N, you’re finally back, holy shit!”, he leans in for a hug, which you gladly accept and embrace him with your full force. 

“Fuck Harrington I missed you so much. I tried every summer to make my way over here but y’know family crap”, you respond back letting go of one another. 

You invite him in and he follows you inside to your room catching up on all the drama that has happened over the years you were gone. You missed your best friend so much, it was nice seeing him again. The two of you were inseparable when you were little, always holding hands running on the playground, playing tag, and having each other back. He was even your first kiss and you were also his, even though he will never admit that to anyone. At one point the two of you even dated but that was cut short due to the move. 

“I know you mostly know about everyone but you should meet them all again, they’re so big all those kids we used to hang out with pretty much because of how much I liked Nancy back then. You also haven’t even met Robin, Max, El, or Eddie. We’re having a campout tonight in the woods and you should join!”, Steve rang out. 

“Of course, I would love to, I haven’t seen anyone for years. Also ‘liked’ Nancy, you still do, you never shut up about her and your dream of having 6 little nuggets as you put it”, you chuckle out.

You two laugh and arrange where to meet later tonight. Steve leaves and you are left to your own devices of packing up a backpack for this little camping trip. Humming tunes in your head are abruptly cut short when you hear the loud sounds of Metalica, Master of Puppets blaring from your neighbors. You groan, it isn’t that you aren’t fond of the music but it reminds you of your father who tries to act too young at his age. You wait a few moments in the hope the music goes down but it doesn’t. 

“Fuck”, you mumble heading out of the trailer. 

You walk up to your neighbor's trailer and pound on the door which leads to no answer. You pound louder, practically shaking the trailer itself. The door opens and there stands a young man, maybe a few years older than you with long shaggy curly hair, brown eyes, and a shirt that reads ‘Hell Fire Club. Your eyes wander to his, caught off by how attractive your neighbor is but the thought is cut short when a cloud of smoke fills your face smelling like weed, you groan. 

“Look, your music is way too loud, and would you not blow your smoke in my face”, you say with an annoyed tone. 

“Well at least you think it's music”, he snickers, “But yeah I’m sorry about that I was getting carried away, I’ll go turn it down.” 

“Thanks”, you say as the door shuts. 

As you turn to head back to your trailer the music only gets louder. You look into the window of the trailer and there the man is, making devil horns and sticking his tongue out at you. You roll your eyes and give him the finger as you head back into the trailer to get your bag and head over to the campsite early. 

On your walk to the campsite, you subconsciously begin to sing the song from earlier playing obnoxiously at your neighbor's trailer. You sigh once you catch yourself, smacking your temple with your hand. You can’t help your mind from trailing back to that young man, even though he was more than a little obnoxious he still was excessively attractive. His long curly hair, beautiful brown eyes, and the way that shirt clung to him with sweat. You feel a knot build in your stomach, you shake your head trying to get rid of the butterflies. 

You get to the campground, hearing the sound of laughter and a crackling fire. You approach the fire and tents, Steve running up to you and hugging you. 

“You’re late, I thought you got kidnapped,” he laughed letting go of you. 

“No, I left early because some asshole was blaring music and I got annoyed but then I got lost and took the wrong turn. But I'm finally here”, you say with a smile. 

You look over and you see the same attractive guy from the trailer with a large smirk on his face, “Oh so your Steve’s friend and you’re already calling me an asshole, by the way, the name is Eddie Munson the freak of Hawkins High.” 

Eddie and Steve laugh and your face lights up pink, “I’m sorry,” you mumble. 

Eddie throws an arm over your shoulder and brings you close to his chest, “it’s fine, you looked like a preppy high school kid who would’ve called me a freak, but now I know your Harringtons little friend I apologize” 

You smile as a response taking in the smell of weed and cheap cologne that's wrapped around you. You try to wiggle away but Eddie grips on you stronger looking down at you with a cheeky smile and finally letting his grip on you go loose and letting you go. The butterflies fly back into your stomach. Steve and Eddie lead you back to the group and you exchange greetings with everyone and enjoy the night with your friends. 

“So all the kids are in bed whose up for a round of spin the bottle?”, Steve cheers. 

“Of course, you are the one who would suggest that”, Robin groans which cause Nancy to laugh. 

“I will opt out but watch for fun, just because I’m with Jonathan,” Nancy says. 

“What if it's only cheek for you then, since it’s just a game and all of us are friends and I really don’t think Johnathan will care not that I really know him,” you say trying to add to the conversation. Nancy nods in agreement. 

“Okay! Rules are settled let's spin this bottle,” Steve exclaims. 

Everyone settles down around a circle, you sit there beside Robin who looks very unimpressed about the situation. The bottle is set onto the ground by Steve and he spins, as you watch the bottle spins your eyes wander to Eddie who is staring intently at you, you smile awkwardly and he looks away. Looking down at the bottle it lands on you. 

“Wanna give me a kiss,” Harrington says cockily. 

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” you chuckle. 

You lean over the bottle to give him a kiss, he grabs the back of your neck pulling you into a deep kiss. You feel his hand entangled in your hair yanking on it to get the best entrance into your mouth with his tongue causing you to release a small moan. 

“Enough,” a raspy angered voice says causing you to pull away from Harringtons' kiss. 

You look over at Eddie, who has a scowl on his face which causes a tingle to go up your spine. The angered expression on his face turns you on in a way never before. The butterflies cause slight wetness in your panties. You let out an awkward chuckle. 

“Awe Eddie, just wanting some action for yourself,” you say mockingly. 

He grumbles, “Just spin the goddamn bottle again.” 

The bottle spins around causing a few small kisses between the friend group. Steve occasionally tries to convince Nancy to let him kiss her on the lips. You know for a fact that kiss between you and Harrington meant nothing, he wanted to get in Nancy’s head. He had always liked her and if them getting together meant kissing an old best friend for some jealous fun then so be it. 

“It’s your turn Y/N,” Nancy says. 

You smile and spin the bottle, looking around the group waiting for it to stop till your eyes catch Eddie’s once again. He smirks at you and stops the bottle mid-spin so it lands on him. You hear a ‘ooo’ come from Robin who by now is enjoying the game. 

“That’s not how the game works Eddie,” you protest. 

“It does now,” he says sticking his tongue out. 

You scoff as he stands up. You look at him, almost perfectly level with his manhood and of course, it crosses your perverted mind how big he is down there. It crosses his mind to, your mouth around his cock would probably be a dream come true. His gazes locked on you as he moves across the group and sits in front of you. You can feel the tenseness in your gut as his face inched closer to yours. He smirks at you and guides his hand up the back of your neck pulling you into a kiss. He wastes no time moving his tongue into your mouth causing you to gasp into the kiss. His tongue touches yours which makes you wet underneath your shorts. Your hands inching up his chest, melting deeper into this kiss, hearing his breath becoming quicker as the pace of the kiss speeds up. If it wasn’t for the fact your friends sat in a circle around you there would be no clothes. Eddie pulls away a strand of saliva still connecting the two of you. 

Eddie laughs, “Beat that Harrington.” 

“Oh well, I didn’t know it was a competition. Who can kiss the ‘new’ girl better”, Steve says. 

Everyone laughs, “Let's call it a night with that kiss,” says Robin. 

Everyone says goodnight and heads to their separate tents. Eddie waits back with you, standing close to you. You lean on him jokingly, putting all your weight on him. He looks at you and smiles kindly then moves, causing you to catch your balance quickly as he snickers. 

“Loser,” he jokes, “so do you smoke weed?” 

“Oh no, not really but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try,” you say. 

“Don’t worry sweetheart, it’s harmless,” he says with a smile. 

Eddie pulls out a joint and starts walking away from the campsite and you follow along. Having the back view of him you can’t help but check out his amazing ass. I mean what can you say, those blue jeans cup it just right. He looks back at you and grabs your hand pulling you closer to him. Your hands entangled with one another. 

“You know sweetheart, you’re pretty cute. I have no idea why Harrington never talked about you more, you even think Metalica is music” he says.  

You giggle, “thank you Eddie, and yes I do my dad listens to it so I’m used to it and I listen to it too on occasion.” 

“So is that who you live with at the trailer?” he asks. 

“No, my mom cheated on my dad so now we live with her new lame boyfriend. I would have stayed with my dad but that wasn’t a good situation,” you respond shyly. 

“Ah that’s okay. My dad left me so I know how you feel. Let's smoke this stuff and forget about deadbeat dads!” he shouts. 

You chuckle, letting go of your hand he holds the joint up to his mouth lighting it, taking a long puff from the joint and hands it to you. You take a small puff of the joint, exhaling the smoke, noticing Eddie watch the rise and fall in your breasts. For the fun of it, you take a long puff watching Eddie biting his lips. Your head spins beginning to really feel the joint, loosening up your body. You start laughing out of nowhere, Eddie looks over at you and smiles. 

“What is so funny?” he chuckles 

“You’re just cute Eddie, I don’t know. I don’t even know you and I feel safe. Is that weird?”

“I mean, no, not for me anyway. I was the freak of Hawkins High so not much is weird to me. You’re pretty cool so,” he smiles. 

“Oh and that kiss! That was hot Eds, can I call you Eds?” you laugh. 

Eddie rolls his eyes, “Yes it’s fine and I’m glad you thought it was hot. Wanna try something else hot?”

You nod eagerly, he stops walking along the trail and you do the same. He pulls you in front of him, only a few inches away from one another. 

“When I blow out the smoke I want you to inhale it, okay sweetheart,” he smirked. 

You nodded as he hit the joint. He leaned close to you, your lips almost touching as he blows the smoke within your mouth you inhale it deeply and quickly exhaled the smoke. Fuck you think to yourself, looking up into his brown eyes, with how high you feel you can’t hold back this sexual tension between you two. You lean in and kiss him, he grabs you by the waist as the kiss deepens, feeling his hands slide down and firmly grab your ass. You wrap your arms around his neck running your fingers through his hair as your tongues clash with one another. You pull away for air, looking up into his dreamy eyes. 

“Fuck babe,” he chuckles, slapping your ass lightly. 

You giggle and shake your head, “we should head back, it’s late.” 

“But we were just getting started,” he pouts. 

“We will just have to carry on another date then cutie,” you tease. 

He pulls his hand away from your ass, sliding it to the front of your shorts lightly touching the clothed outside of your pussy with a smirk across his face. Leaning in and placing a seductive kiss on your neck, nibbling it lightly causing you to gasp. He pulls away placing a kiss on your cheek. Your pussy begins to ache, you pout. 

“You are such a tease, you know that Eds,” you whine. 

“I know babe, we will just have to continue where we started at another date,” he smirks. 

The two of you laugh and head back to the campsite to catch some sleep.