#hate loud fire alarms

[dreams-in-daylight]

Quick question, are there clothes dryer machines that use an open flame heating element? Should I be seeing flames behind a little square access door???

[toastingpencils37]

Bro, the heaters at my school are fucked up.

Yesterday, apparently at the beginning of the day in one of the buildings, the AC on one side was 60 degrees, whereas the other side was at 80 degrees. (I don't have classes in that building during that part of the day)

So they turned off the AC on the hot side. But then around the time 5th period started (my class period in that building), the AC on the other side went up to 80 degrees, so my teacher had to turn it off. And the principle even came to talk to my teacher about it briefly during class.

The AC in that class was apparently still at 80 degrees some point today as well.

And then in my brother's math class yesterday, the AC was really cold. But then today it was really warm.

So yeah. AC's fucked up.

[dauntless-dean]

We have entered the gunshots or fireworks part of the night

[keii-starz]

my ears...they hurt..

[exhaslo]

Kinktober Day 20- Roommate!Miguel x Reader

*Requested by Reader ;) *

        It was your third year of college and you had decided to get one of the dorm houses right next to the college. Finally! No more small apartment in a large dorm hall; no more random fire alarms because someone didn't know how long to cook popcorn; no more being locked out of your dorm room because you were in a shared bathroom; and finally, no more loud and obnoxious roommates. Having this house meant that you picked your roommate. You had your freedom.

        What better than a roommate who is going to have their heads stuck in the books or at the library? You interviewed so many people, but only one caught your attention as the perfect roommate. 

Miguel O'Hara

         The man was not only eye candy, but one of the smartest students on campus. Correction, he was the smartest student. You were surprised when he was in the hunt for a roommate. The two of you got along and you decided to go with him. All you ever heard about him was either girls wanting to fuck him, or that he was a hardass who kept his head in the books. A perfect roommate.

         Things were going smoothly for the first few months. You barely saw him due to your conflicting schedules, but he kept his part of the house clean. There was never any loud noise from his room, nor was there any reason to complain. The only little issue you were having was that he was too fucking sexy.

        Lord did the impure thoughts start when you saw him exit the shower one day. You swore drool was coming out of your mouth as you stared at him. You would have never thought that Miguel was so fit. No wonder why all the girls on campus wanted to date him. The man had a body of a god!

"Perhaps I should charge a fee," Miguel said, waking you from your trance. Your face was flustered,

"Sorry! I was just surprised!" You admitted, hiding your embarrassment. 

"Surprised it took you long enough to know why I like to hide here instead of the library?" You could have sworn you saw a smirk on his face, "Midterms are coming up. Let me know if you need help...studying."

        Oh man, you were embarrassed. Since then, Miguel had gotten a little more snarky with you. In a playful manner. Honestly, it felt like he was pulling st your heart strings. The man was smart, hot and a menace to your thoughts. You were ashamed to say that you had thought about your roommate a lot at night as you played with yourself.

        You weren't the only one. Miguel was pumping his dick in his hand every night to the thought of you under him. You were pretty dangerous to be around. Walking around in your underwear and a shirt; laying on the couch; hell, Miguel was even aroused by you cooking dinner. In his eyes, you were already his. He just hadn't sealed the deal yet.

"Argh, I hate men!" You cried out, planting your face onto the couch. Miguel was sitting on the side chair,

"Including me?" He asked, not straying away from his essay. You huffed, face him,

"No..."

"Good, now who do I have to beat up for annoying my precious roommate?"

"Hahaaa, just one of my classmates. We were doing a project and he had the gall to tell me I had no idea what I'm doing. I fucking major in the subject!"

       As you were venting, Miguel was staring at you. He found it cute how red your cheeks got when you were angry. How tight your clothes were against your body. Miguel wanted to see you strip. To get lazy and comfy. It was something only for his eyes to see. He moved his laptop over his bulge, wanting to hide the fact that he was getting turned on from just staring at you.

"And then he had the absolute nerve after all that to ask me out! Like, why would I want to date a rude snob like him?! After I said hell no, he called me a bitch and went to shit talk me to his friends!" You whimpered, tears threatening to spill. 

        Miguel immediately went to your aid. He brought you a box of tissues, sitting beside you now. You rested your head against his shoulder, trying your best to not cry.

"I can beat him up for you, amor. (love). You can do so much better."

"Haha, thanks Miguel."

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          After that, you went back to your hard studies since Finals were around the corner. That boy who had bothered you prior stopped bothering you completely. In fact, he avoided you. It was strange, but you were happy about it. All you needed was to pass your classes. Miguel helped you study for midterms, perhaps he was willing to help you again for finals?

        You were sitting in your shared living room, waiting for Miguel's class to get out. You were getting frustrated from trying to figure out stuff from another class. Glancing at the time, you inhaled deeply. There was still plenty of time before Miguel came home, you could use a little destress. Laying against the couch, you spread your legs and began to rub your clit was massaging you breast.

"Mhm, Miguel," You closed your eyes, imaging that it was Miguel toying with your body.

        Raising your hips, you started to feverishly rub your clit. Whines coming out as you desperately wanted Miguel to touch you. You lowered your fingers to your aching hole, doing your best to finger yourself.

"Miguel!" You whined.

"Fuck," Miguel groaned as he walked through the door. You gasped loudly, fixing yourself, 

"M-Miguel!? Y-Your c-class-?!" You panicked. Miguel hurried to your side,

"Don't you fucking stop now." He groaned, his hands making haste into your shorts, "Fuck, hearing your moans when I walk in. Cómo puedo contenerme? (How can I hold myself back?)"

       You gasped as Miguel had you pinned to the couch. His hands quickly replaced yours and he entered two digits into your wet cunt. You moaned, arching your back into the couch as he pumped his fingers roughly. Your pussy clentching down against his hand whike your hips moved against his palm. His fingers were so thick, bigger than some of your toys. He was already stretching you out.

"Hah, ah, M-Miguel..." You whimpered a moan as he curled his fingers. Miguel licked his lips,

"Qué hermoso. Tu cuerpo se está desmoronando por mi culpa. (How beautiful. Your body just falling apart because of me.)" You trembled as you reached your first orgasm, "What a naughty roommate. Teasing me so much."

        You panted heavily, never experience an orgasm like that before. You followed Miguel's gaze, watching him undo his pants as he licked his fingers. His pupils almost looked blown once he had a taste of you. It made you wetter. Finally, all of those wet dreams you've had of fucking your roommate was about to come true. Miguel cussed lowly as his belt got in the way.

"I never seen you this stressed," You teased, helping him undo his pants, "How long have you been wanting this?"

"Why do you think I became your roommate?" Miguel watched your reaction towards his large dick, "You?"

"Before midterms,"

        You stroked his dick with both hands. His low rumbling groans were turning you on more. You brought your lips to his tip, licking the precum that had started to drip. You winced at the salty taste but continued to suck him. Miguel's hand rested on your head as you bobbed your head against him. It was difficult and you could not take him fully, but Miguel seemed to enjoy it. Tears formed from the corner of your eyes as Miguel forced your head lower.

        Muffling against his dick, Miguel stopped, allowing you to breathe. You crawled over his lap, positioning his dick over your soaked hole. Miguel held your hips and placed you on your back before entering. The two of you moaned in unison. Miguel held your legs up as he stretched you out. Miguel was destroying your pussy and he hadn't even moved yet. You gripped the couch's blanket, raising your hips as he kept pushing himself inside.

"Looks like you need help with your finals," Miguel groaned, watching your pussy suck his dick as he finally fit his whole length, "Let me start by teaching this naughty pussy a lesson."

"Mhm, p-please," You begged. Miguel pulled back then slapped his length into you with force, "Ah~!" You cried out.

"Qué compañera de cuarto más cachonda. ¿A punto de romperse después de un solo empujón de mi polla? Tu coño fue hecho solo para mí. Mira lo mojada que estás, sólo para mí. (What a slutty roommate. About to break after just one thrust of my dick? Your pussy was made just for me. Look at how wet you are, just for me.)"

"M-Miguel!" 

        You gasped for air as he fucked your brains out. Each thrust was bringing your orgasm closer and closer. Miguel grabbed your breasts, playing with them as he sucked on your collarbone. His dick pounding you relentlessly. He had his body pinned against you like an animal in heat, refusing to let you go. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning into his ear as you reached another orgasm. Miguel shivered in delight and decided to reward you. He slammed his cock a few more times, filling your womb with his cum.

"Looks like you're going to need a lot more lessons, cariño (sweetheart). But don't worry, I won't charge my dear roommate."

"Y-You better not." You huffed. Miguel smirked as he gave you another slap of his dick, "W-Wait~ Mhm, d-don't...d-do that." Your whines turned into moans as Miguel kept abusing your poor cunt.

"After waiting this long, you really don't think I'm not going to fuck you dumb? Gotta make sure I keep tutoring you."

"Hah, hah, y-yes," You replied, throwing your head back in pleasure.

        You did not care how many times you needed to ask Miguel for help. You knew that he would tutor you seriously. It was your payment that you really looked forward too. Anytime either of you were stressed, you two had some of the best sex. When it was time to renew your lease for the house, both you and Miguel did not hesitate to agree. Miguel was the perfect roommate. Perfect boyfriend. You were not letting go of him, and neither was he of you.

[surielstea]

Puppy Love

Eris week day two: Childhood

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x WinterCourt!Reader

Summary: Reader and Eris adventure beyond their courts borders to go hunting in the secluded, evergreen forest.

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff | adolescent Eris is a force to be reckoned with.

2.5k words.

The crisp, cold air fogged in front of my mouth as I let out a relishing breath. Officially winter, the season sacred to my Court. I nearly giggled with delight as my boots crunched in the snow, the sweet sound putting a beaming smile on my face.

I was on my trek towards the Autumn Court border, where I'd meet with Eris. Vanserra, a young lord and the sole heir of the Autumn Throne, though rumor has it that the Lady of Autumn was pregnant with another.

Eris and I met last year when he scared off my prey with his loud steps, I practically growled in his face but he only stared at me wide-eyed with flushed cheeks— and then I realized he had never met a girl who wasn't tripping over themselves in attempt to charm him, a young handsome lord would be any Court Lady's dream. That day he had claimed he didn't know what he was doing, that his father sent him out here with some fancy arrows and told him to bring back dinner. I gave him my harvest that day and he demanded I teach him how to hunt, and we've met every morning since.

"I hate the cold," The young lord grumbled, his reddened nose awfully adorable and destroying his facade of distaste.

"Of course you do, Lordling." I sigh. "Accustomed to a life of warm meals and crackling fireplaces," I drone on as I approach him, my white fur cloak blending in with the blinding snow.

His lip curled. "You're a princess, you're accustomed to that too."

I shrug. "Yes but I, unlike you, don't whine when the weather isn't to my liking," I hum with a snarky smile.

He deadpanned. "If I recall, five months ago you were moaning and groaning about the heat." He retorted and my smile fell.

"Well then," I click my tongue. He looks down at the basket in my hands, his brow raised.

"This is a gift for you, for our one-year friend anniversary." I hum and hold the wicker basket out to him, the blanket over it shifting with movement. He looked at it curiously, as if whatever was inside might bite his hand off.

"Friend zoned? After all my efforts of attempting to enchant you?" He says, taking the basket from me. I give him an incredulous look. He knew it'd never work, that the Prince with fire in his veins and Princess of ice and snow could never be together, forever opposing courts. No matter how badly I wished for that fact to change.

"Just, open it." I push the basket into his hand and he takes it, a sniffling snout peaking out from beneath the blanket. Eris looked at me slightly alarmed but I only gave him an encouraging smile. He sighs and flips back the rest of the blanket, revealing a pup with a gray coat, his tail wagging excitedly at the sight of his new owner.

"Where did you get this?" He looked at me with alarmed confusion and I rolled my eyes.

"My uncle gifted him to me on solstice, but we don't have the right environment to train and take care of him," I took the pup from his basket and cradled him in my arms, he chuffed and attempted to lick my cheek.

"He's a hunting dog, a smoke hound to be exact," I explain and hand him to Eris, who holds the dog like he was an alien.

"I know what he is. Do you understand what you're giving away?" He raises a brow. Smokehounds were the best breed in Prythian, not only that but this was a pure breed, so rare that even one was extremely difficult to come by. I knew the Autumn Court had prized them, and I could think of no one more deserving than the young lord who had snuck his way into my frozen heart this past year.

"Yes, very aware." I smile.

"I can't accept him, any of this," He shakes his head and puts the dog back into the basket, and attempts to hand it back to me.

"But look, he's already so attached to you,"  I argue with adoring eyes as the pup licks at Eris's ringed fingers.

"Let him hunt with us today, and then we'll decide who he goes home with." I place the basket down and watch as the hound spills out of it, trotting through the deep snow. His thick coat kept him warm, and his tongue lolling out was enough to say he was happy to be outside rather than trapped in my castle, to be doing what he was born to.

"Fine," Eris sighed, then grabbed his bow from his back. I did the same with mine. We followed the dog through the forest, allowing him to lead us as he tracked an invisible scent that even our fae senses couldn't pick up. His long ears nearly dragged through the snow as he trudged forward.

"What will you name him?" I ask softly, my voice quiet in fear of scaring off any prey.

"You can name him," Eris grumbled, showing only disinterest in the dog. I'd find it rude if I didn't know him better than that. He was trying to let it not get to him, he had never received such a meaningful gift for no real reason. He didn't like the warm feeling in his chest that he had never quite been able to control.

"Come on," I groan. "At least bounce ideas with me?" I suggest but he ignores me and I stop in my tracks, staring at him and sheathing my arrow back in its quiver.

He halted too after realizing I had stopped and turned to me with a raised brow.

"Why do you do this," I sigh.

"Do what?" He slings his bow over his shoulder.

"Deny any form of admiration I try to give you?" I stride closer, only a pace but enough to send him a message.

He stayed silent, only swallowing thickly as a reply. "It's a hound, Princess. I appreciate it but it's too grand of a gesture—" He begins to argue after a moment but I cut him off.

"This isn't about the dog." I shake my head. "Why do you refuse to let me you let me love you?" My brows crease and he bristles at my wording, but that is what it was, isn't it? That warm feeling he couldn't control that twisted him into knots, it was love, and he was terrified of it.

"Because I don't feel the same." He wills himself to say and a twinge of pain cracks through my heart but I remain strong.

"Liar," I snarl. "What are you so afraid of?" I take another step forward, so close that if I reached out, I could grab his hand in mine.

He shrugs and looks to the side, at the long line of evergreen trees that were more free than him, rooted into the frozen soil but still, alive and thriving. Far more than he'd ever be while chained to a throne. "Eris," I whisper and he shudders at the way I say his name. It was too intimate, it held none of the malice it often did when his father spat it, only heavy with adoration and guilt. "Eris look at me," I say and he steels his features, because my eyes were too much for him to bear, the eyes of the female he loves, and that horrifies him, because he cannot fool or trick me when I stare at him with those all-seeing eyes, cannot attempt to plot or ensnare when I look at him like that.

"I'm afraid of my father finding out," He confesses. "Terrified that if he discovers that something other than power makes me happy, he'd destroy it." His voice was as pure and raw as the fresh snow beneath our feet.

"We're seventeen, we shouldn't have to worry about that—" I begin but it was his turn to cut me off.

"But we're not normal kids, we will never be normal kids." He reached out and cupped my cheeks, and despite the negative temperatures, his palms were warm and soothing against my icy skin. "And I can't risk you."

"I'm a princess of my court, sole heir to the Winter Throne. To hurt me would be an act of war, he cannot touch me." I claim.

"No, but he will find a way. He will cleave us and tear us apart until you hate me." He claims and I frown.

"That will never happen." I shake my head, refusing the idea of ever hating the male that stood in front of me.

"Won't it?" His hands on my face press firmer, stressing his point. "We're heirs of opposing courts, inevitably we will become enemies." He explains.

"But we could be the ones to form an alliance," A fool's dream. The autumn court was too prideful to accept any other court, and the winter court would never ally with fire bringers. "Can't we just be stupid and reckless and young, for once?" I plead. "Even for only a few moments?" I say and reach forward, gripping his tunic in my fist.

"Is that too much to ask for?" I murmur and his eyes soften.

"Far too much," He replies, his warm breath mingling with mine. "But I'm willing to give it to you," He says, his voice steady and warm like crackling embers to a recently put-out fire.

"As a friend-anniversary present?" I taunt him with a teasing smirk and he shakes his head.

"You don't know how to shut up do you?" He drawls and I smile.

"I can think of one way," I suggest, stumbling forward and his breath hitched as I rose onto my toes and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. I pulled back with a soft smile and that was enough to send him reeling. He advanced forward, his fingers singing with heat against my cheeks as his lips, finally, met mine.

It was innocent and gentle, and a little awkward, but gods was it perfect. The kiss alone heated my entire body, all the way down to my fingertips which were still clutching his green tunic. Realizing I was still gripping him I relaxed my hands and allowed them to slip up his chest, around to the nape of his neck so I could pull him closer and encase myself in his warmth while he deepened our kiss.

My stomach clenched when he pulled away, it was quick, only a moment— exactly what I had asked for. I hadn't realized I was now going to crave those moments until the end of me.

He looked at me, his cheeks flushed and I knew it wasn't the cold that tinged them. "You ruined my makeup," I say, reaching up and wiping away the smear of cosmetics on his bottom lip.

"But you look beautiful," He mumbled, too caught up in the action of me so casually touching his lips. I lift my eyes up to his gold-flecked ones and smile wickedly.

"That kiss really did a number on you," I taunt because it was the only way to stop myself from being greedy and kissing him again, and again, and again until I could recall the exact feel of his lips from memory.

He looked to the side, attempting to get rid of his blush, forget about how perfectly he slotted against you.

Then his brows bunch in concern and my spine stiffens with alarm. "What is it?" I ask, looking out towards the empty forest.

"Your dog already got lost." He grumbled and I relaxed, my shoulders slumping.

"He's your dog," I stress. "And he's not lost. He's hunting." I say proudly and Eris casts me an unbelieving glance. I smile at him and press a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Come on," I take his hand in mine and drag him through the frosted-over forest. "We have to catch at least a few squirrels before leaving," I say and he mumbles a string of curses but follows me anyway.

We had been crouched behind a bush for so long now that my legs began to ache from my position. Eris was fletching an arrow leaning back against a tree, his auburn hair blending in with the trunk of the redwood. I admire his pale features, his sharp nose, and high cheekbones. His amber eyes that were flecked with gold if you were close enough to notice. I was just about to blurt something foolish about how handsome he was, when the crunch of snow sent my ears peeking up.

Eris froze too, becoming alert and peering over the side of the tree as I drew my arrow from its quiver and nocked it against my bowstring. The sound of steps comes from behind, straight at us, growing faster.

I whirl around and aim at the grey creature bounding towards Eris.

The smokehound pup trotted towards him with a limp rabbit in his maw. The hound chuffs then drops it at Eris' feet as an offering. "Aw, he's brought you a gift," I beam wildly. "You should turn the rabbit into jerky and treat him with it. He'd love that," I say while patting the pup's dark coat.

His gaze lingers on you for a long moment, analyzing your gentle features when you look at the dog. "Maybe I will," He mutters and I look over to him with a soft smile. "I think we're done for the day," I say and stand upright, stretching my legs as I do so. He does the same, the pup looking up at him with his tail wagging excitedly. Eris bent down and patted the dog's head and the hound began running circles around the both of us.

Eris shakes his head with feigned annoyance. I grabbed him by his collar and pulled him forward, right into me. His arms wrapped around my waist on instinct, stabilizing himself with his hands planted on my torso— and even through all the layers of clothing, I could feel the warmth emanating from him. "I'll see you tomorrow morning, right?" I tilt my head up at him and he nods with a soft smile.

"Mhm, bring Flynt," I say and he raises his brows.

"Is that his name, now?" He asks, looking down at the dog weaving between us happily.

"You said I could pick," I shrug innocently and his smile grows.

"Flynt it is," He nods, then leans forward and places a soft, precious kiss on my forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow morning, Princess." He whispers against my frosty skin and I nod, taking a wobbly step back and turning away towards my Court before I got the idea in my head that I could find us an empty cabin to live in until we were old and rotting.

I don't bother with goodbyes and continue my march towards the Mountain Home. But I did look back, just once, to see Eris and his new obedient pet walking alongside each other back towards the realm of crackling bonfires and falling leaves.

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[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

It's Over p.2

A/n: idk what anyone was expecting to come from part two when I didn't even know what I was doing in part one

Warnings: Smut, stalker!Nikki, oral (m receiving), cum play, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Part 1

A week passed by oh so slowly and Nikki could barely wait and when he finally saw you pulling up your driveway he immediately stood from the swinging chair on your porch.

It took you a second to notice him but when you did you jumped. "Nikki, what the fuck are you doing here." You demanded as he continued to slowly walk towards you.

"I was waiting for you." He said like it was obvious. "I cannot tell you how much I've needed you." He reached for you when he was close enough but you pulled away.

"Nikki, I told you-"

"And I said no." He interrupted. He was bigger, stronger and faster than you, he got you in his hold much easier than you could escape.

He held your hands behind your back and pulled you close to him. "Nikki, you're fucking crazy."

"What about my crazy?" You sighed and rolled your eyes.

"No. Nikki, you are fucking insane." You stated.

"Well, you're no fun." He frowned and started guiding you towards the front door. "Come on, you know I wouldn't hurt you." While it's true he never did hurt you while you dated, and to your knowledge he'd never hurt anyone, you still didn't trust him.

Still, part of you was on fire with his arms encasing you like this.

You unlocked the door, not thinking to hesitate about letting him into your house until after you'd opened the door.

He pushed you in and then pinned you against the door, lips immediately going to your neck and kissing where he knew you'd like it the most. "See? I know you better than anyone, sweetheart." He mused, you could feel his grin against you.

Your hands went to his broad shoulder, pushing him away gently though he didn't budge. "Nikki, come on, not tonight." You said. "I'm tired, can't this wait?"

He pulled away and stared down at you, a dark lust swirling in his eyes. He shrugged and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. "Fine, fine, whatever you want, Princess."

You squirmed a bit as he carried you to your room but he got you to stop with a quick and harsh smack to your ass.

He carefully placed you onto the bed and helped you out of your clothes, not that you'd asked or particularly wanted his help, before stripping himself and crawling into bed with you, the both of you in nothing more than your underwear.

Nikki got in bed behind you and held you close to him, leaving barely enough space for atoms as he breathed down your neck. It was oddly comforting in a way, warm and familiar. That familiarity made you mad, you hated that he was there with you, hated that he'd gotten his way again, that you gave him the right the touch you like this.

He took your bra off and massaged your tits, rubbing where the wire had been. It was a small gesture but it took your mind off of everything and after a long day of driving you melted into him and his touch and the mattress beneath you.

"Go to sleep, sweetheart, you deserved it." Of course you did, falling right into his trap.

You were a heavy sleeper, terribly so to the point where alarms don't even work a lot of the time. Nikki was always helpful for this, he was a light sleeper and woke up if you breathed wrong. He'd get up and make you breakfast before waking you up.

However, your sleeping habits also led him to doing things he wasn't always proud of.

He'd never cross any boundaries and when you noticed what he was doing you gave him a rule that you'd put a specific bracelet on your nightstand to indicate if he was allowed to touch you in your sleep. He followed that rule, only touching you if he saw the bracelet there, but even if it wasn't it didn't stop him from touching himself.

He'd groan so loud all because he knew you couldn't hear him, calling out your name and begging for your hands and that's exactly what he was doing tonight.

He rolled you onto your back so he could jerk off to your tits. While you were sound asleep he was stroking himself, thinking of you waking up and finding him, telling him it was ok and that you loved him and sucking him off.

He kept thinking about it, your puffy, bruised, red lips taking him deep into your throat, the sound of you gagging already bringing him closer to the edge.

Oh, how much he loved you and those sounds you'd make. He wished he could've recorded it more than just the once so he could make a tape out of it and play it over and over so you would always be there for him.

He'd have a little ending clip of your mouth all full of his cum while you told him how much you loved him. He'd stand behind you as you spoke, his still hard and leaky cock resting on your shoulder ready to love you more.

Hot spurts of thick cum shot from his tip and onto your chest.

He smiled down at his work. He knew the bracelet wasn't there but he just had to touch you, but first he had other needs.

He kept stroking himself, with his already sensitive cock it was quicker the second time, by his third high he was ready to piss on you and he thought about it before reminding himself of his goal.

He saw the pool of cum on your chest and started tracing a heart in it over and over until it stayed. "So pretty..." He hummed.

Your face scrunched and your eyes fluttered open. You looked up at Nikki, eyes finding his cock in his hand and following his other hand to your chest.

Your eyes widened and you sat up. "What the fuck, Nikki!" You yelled.

"Aw, all my hard work." He feigned a sad tone. He shrugged. "Oh, well, better clean up, huh? Can't have you sleeping in this."

You were mad but you were also not fully awake yet. Nikki cupped your tits in his hands and moved down the bed, making it easier for him to lean down and lick his cum off of your chest.

You couldn't even think to stop him, all you really wanted was to feel him bruising your insides again like he used to.

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@dinaswifey @samcaniglia @jameshetfeildsgf <3

[garlicisgodsbestinvention]

Family Style

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x AFAB Reader

Warnings: none? some angst? syd and carmy having a spat in the middle of dinner service, what's new

Word Count: 600 something, it's a little guy I'm new here

Syd is yelling at him. 

She’s absolutely fucking shouting at him and he deserves it because he shouted first, but Richie is yelling something too and Carmy isn’t entirely sure who he’s supposed to be listening to—

“Carmen.” 

He hears his name over and over again, like an alarm he forgot to turn off, half-asleep as it just goes and goes—but his mouth is still going, shaping some words he probably doesn’t even mean but Sydney’s volume is matching his and that’s just second nature, to reach that level—

“Carmen Berzatto,” a finger snapping in his face, the sight of you coming into focus when he finally looks up from the paper in front of him, Sydney still screaming from your other side. 

“Honestly, like why the fuck even speak if you’re just not going to listen—“ Syd is saying, and Carmy just—

“Sydney! Carmen! Shut the fuck up, chefs!” You shout, and the whole kitchen just…quiets. 

Silence. 

Chopping stops; everyone stops moving. Even Richie is looking at you with raised eyebrows. 

Not once have you raised your voice in this kitchen. Not once. 

Even though, admittedly—childishly—he might have been trying to provoke you into it once or twice, just to see if eventually you’d crack. He’s such a fucking asshole for that and he knows it, they all know it, but it never happened. Your voice has always been perfectly even, perfectly controlled. 

Maybe that’s what he hates about you. 

He hated it from the moment Sydney brought you in, that control. He has none of that and it comes to you so effortlessly; the careful choice of words and the one-two punch of the right thing to say that hits him so hard in the gut when he’s so used to everything being the wrong thing. 

“That’s enough.” You snap, so loud that Richie jumps in the already-quiet of the kitchen. “Chefs, fire two t-bones, two cannoli, three bone broths, and one foccacia. Now.” 

There’s a chorus of yes, chef, that rings through the kitchen as everyone moves to action, and Carmy and Syd are just left standing there with you so deliberately between them. Carmy’s chest feels tight. 

“We’re not going to do that, ever again,” you snap at them, and Carmy feels—well, he feels a little bit like he’s just been scolded by a teacher. Syd has a look on her face that tells him she feels the same. 

“New rule,” you start to say, as the two of them stand there like children, heads hung. “Every night, we’re going to have a debrief. None of us will leave this restaurant until we’ve hashed out what has gone wrong and what we can do better. We are not going to bring what happened yesterday back into this fucking kitchen. I don’t care if I have to chain you both to the goddamn bar and keep you there until three in the morning. We are never, ever going to do this again. Am I clear?” 

You look between them and Syd is the first to nod vigorously, an apologetic look on her face and a fist closed over her heart. 

“Heard, chef,” Syd says, nodding. 

Then you and Syd are looking at him expectantly, and he’s just so—hot. The kitchen feels suddenly really warm when you’ve got that look in your eye, and some threat about being tied to something is swimming around in his head. You cross your arms over your chest and raise an eyebrow, waiting. 

“Heard,” he whispers, unable to get the word to come out any louder, fist on his chest in response to Sydney. “Heard.” 

The rest of service, they’re on their very best behavior, even if Carmen’s heart beats way too hard every time you look his way. 

[ravawrites]

Invaluable

THIS IS UNIMPORTANT PART 2!!!!!!!

summary: your boss finally realises what you mean, and how he feels. warnings: smoking, drinking, sexual situations (not smut!) a/n: this is based on that time aaron SNATCHES that cigarette out of the unsubs mouth and it’s hot. If you want a smut part please comment or leave a thing in my inbox. love ya <3

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The next few weeks nothing had changed between you and your boss since his confession of you being important to the team. But at the same time, everything had. He had become less dismissive once you handed him the usual bitter black coffee he gets. Instead of the usual “Thank You,” just thrown your way without a sparing glance.

Now, you were still thanked. However, he turned his head towards you, making eye contact for a slightly lingering moment before continuing on with the case and turning back to the drawing board. It was pity, you assumed. Pity for the fact that you had almost been shot and killed in a police precinct bathroom.

Another small change was the way he asked for things. He had went from harshly barking orders at you to have papers ready, collect that box of files, prep the interrogation room. To coming up to you directly, asking you quietly and politely.

On the other hand, something completely different, never happened before, your boss, Aaron Hotchner had brought you a coffee on the jet. Albeit, the rest of the team were passed out in a deep sleep. Em had her head rested on JJ’s shoulder as they slept together. Spencer had a book over his face and Morgan had his music playing in his ears.

“You’re not sleeping?” He asked as he bent down to place the coffee on the small table in-front of you. Lifting it up you take a scalding sip from the mug. Boiling hot, burning your tongue but exactly how you liked it.

“How do you know which way I like my coffee?” You ask, the shock evident in your tone and get given pointed look because the answer to that was obvious. “I can’t sleep when something is moving, car, train, private jet.” Your mouth quirks up at the last one. You see him nod in understanding and he makes his way back to his seat and to bury his nose back into the files. “Thank you.” You whisper out loud enough for him to hear but not enough to wake the team.

The rest of the flight back to Quantico was peaceful. Silence after a long and hard case was always welcome, the calm after the storm.

-

Silky sheets caress your legs as the loud blaring of your alarm rings in your ears. The orange beginnings of daylight peek through a small gap through the curtains. Rolling over, the blue light from your phone glares in your eyes. New email. Meeting at 8:30. Urgent.

One thing you hated about your boss was his inability to elaborate when things were important. Rushing to get ready and throwing your work clothes on as fast as possible, your mind races. Skimming over every mistake you had made in the past few months that could lead to you getting fired. Or anything the rest of the team could have done to prompt an urgent meeting.

Arriving at the office the rest of the team stand in the bullpen, equally confused.

“Do you know what’s going on?” Emily asks you as you join the huddle at her desk.

“No idea.” You reply with a shrug and the six of you turn to look up into Hotch’s office. He has the landline up to his ear and seems to be talking intensely to the person on the other end. “What do you think that’s about?”

“No idea.” Spencer echoes your words from earlier. “He doesn’t look happy though.”

Then without a word Hotch opens his office door and with no more than a nod, orders you to the conference room. It wasn’t unusual for him to look that way. Stoic, serious and unmoving.

“We’re all fired.” Pen squeaked out with a determined nod. She then marched up to the conference room, the rest of you following in her stead.

The conference room was not a stranger to long intense silence. It usually happened when one of the team had made a mistake that Strauss wouldn’t let go. Usually a mistake that your unit chief’s job was put on the line for. Hotch is sitting when you enter.

“Have we got a case?” Derek asks with a nod to the remote in Hotch’s hand. The screen behind him lit up and he stood up.

“Not exactly.” A look of disgust was commonly shared around the circular table at hearing about the heinous crimes that the team solved regularly. However, a look of panic, was rare and was prominent at what Hotch said next. “We have been invited to the FBI christmas gala.” Groans and eye rolls were shared around the table.

“We are on orders from Strauss to not take any new cases until after the event,” He continued, “As we are most likely going to revive an award.”

“When is it?” JJ asks, her chin in her hands and her hair falls over her face.

“Next Friday. We all get a plus one.” Hotch finishes and gets up, striding out of the conference room and back to his office to stare at more files until late in the evening.

“You know what this means ladies.” Penelope starts, her body pretty much vibrating with excitement. “Dress shopping!” The huge smile on her face made everything more bearable. At least one of you was excited.

-

A few days later the girls and you were standing in some high-end boutique, browsing the multiple colours of dresses. Racks upon racks of different cuts, shapes and lengths are everywhere. Penelope was rushing through them at a speed you'd never seen, picking out what she thought would look best on the three of you.

"Em, you just have to wear red!" She gushes and hands Emily a stack of different shades of red. "Go try them on." Pen gives her a shove toward the fitting rooms. "Same for you." She says to JJ, her pile filled with a variety of blues, pinks and purples.

They both come out one at a time, showing you and Pen all of the dresses she had specifically picked out. Naturally, Pen loved every single one they came out in, smiling every time. Until they both came out at the same time and she let out a dramatic gasp.

Emily was wearing a deep red velvet dress that came down to her ankles and was tight-fitted down her body. JJ's was light pink with light lace flowers all over in lace. It flared out from her hips and draped over her legs. "Those. Are. Perfect." She squealed at the pair as they both did a spin. They both blushed at your and Pen's extensive compliments about how well the dresses fit them.

"You guys look amazing!" You say from your seat and Emily's look turns from appreciative to mischievous.

"Now it's your turn," Emily smirks and she and JJ take their place on the plush bench that you and Pen were just perched on. JJ hands you the pile of perfectly curated dresses Penelope had picked out for you, in many different colours. You pick out all of the colourful ones and leave them on the bench. You catch the girls confused looks.

"While a gala is a break for you, I'm still on the clock." You explain and shake the black dresses in your hands. "I have a dress code, black only." You watch Penelope's face drop.

"But, that green one would look so good." She says, obviously disappointed you wouldn't get to wear the one she had envisioned you in. "Try it on for me?" She asks and gives you a look you couldn't resist.

"After, I find my one for the night." You put emphasis on after as your friend was not one for patience.

A few dresses later, varying reactions from the girls as you came out. Some 'oohs' and 'ehhs' gave you a clear opinion of what they thought. Penelope had found her dress almost instantly, it was a silky champagne with black lace over the bust. Finally, you had thought you had found the one. It was black, of course, and didn't come down too low at the bust, stopping just before inappropriate. The fabric stopped at the floor and didn't restrict your walking movement.

"Oh, that's lovely," JJ says as you pull the curtain back to reveal yourself to them.

"That is the one!" Penelope jumps up and gives you a hug.

"I think I'm all dressed out." Emily slumps against the wall as you make your way to get changed back into your normal clothes and bag up your dress of choice.

Making your way to the till, you all pay for your dresses and head your separate ways home.

-

The fateful day had finally come. Hours upon hours of explaining that you are not a profiler to a part of the BAU team but their PA. Then having to listen for hours upon hours on why the BAU was favoured by the director as they had a private jet and a PA. Looking good was crucial if you were a benefit, you had better be a good-looking one.

If the dress had to be black and plain with a simple shape and a boring unappealing neckline. You'd dress it up with dainty jewellery and amazingly high heels in a matching black. You had turned a simple dress that was gathering dust in the back of the racks into a sublime sleek look. The ding from your phone catch’s your attention as you grab your clutch.

It read ‘We’re outside’ and quickly you smooth down your hair one last time and make your way out of the apartment building, seeing the girls waiting in one of the SUV’s for you. Emily at the wheel with Jj in the passenger seat and Penelope in the back.

“You look stunning!” Penelope shouts from the window as you walk towards the car and you can’t help but produce a huge smile on your face.

“So do all of you.” You say as you shut the car door behind you. The drive to the venue wasn’t long, small talk being the main focus of the conversation.

“Are any of you looking for a man tonight?” Jj asks, a smirk on her face. She had brought Will as her plus one and he was currently residing in the men’s car who were trailing not too far behind them. “Or woman.” She adds, casting a small glance at Em.

“If something happens, it happens.” Emily says with a shrug, knowing that she would be approached many a time during the night.

“I’m fine with my chocolate thunder.” Pen says, her face lighting up. “But you never know.” A few hums of agreement echo around the car. “And what about you, beautiful creature of the night?” Penelope asks.

“I’m working.” It was a short answer but you didn’t miss the simultaneous eye rolls of the three others. “What was that?” You ask with a scoff, looking between the three of them.

“Oh yes. ‘Working’” Pen says, “Until you go out for a smoke.” She smirks as she says this.

“You’re just jealous it works.” You snark back, as you pull up the the grand hotel that the gala was being held in. “I am now officially on the clock.” You say, getting out of the car and opening the doors for all of the girls. At the same moment the men’s car pulls up behind you. You do the same for each of them. Each of them thank you as you open their car doors.

“I hate treating you like this, you’re our friend not our employee.” Spencer complains as you walk in on his arm. “It feels strange.”

“It’s one night. And technically I am, your employee.” You smile up at him. “Your assistant.” The room you were in was huge, the carpet was a deep red plush, the cushions on the chairs matching. The ceilings held up by marble stone pillars that towered over everyone.

You and the BAU find their way to their large circular table in the middle of the room. Not a single corner of solitude where they could not be observed by the rest of the FBI. They place their, clutches and Jackets on the table and you turn to them.

“Drinks?” You ask looking around the table.

“You don’t have to.” Derek starts but you cut him off with a hand wave.

“I am being paid.” You say sternly, “Drinks?” You ask with a stubborn tone. “The usual?” You continue and receive nods from around the table. Making your way to the bar you rattle off the teams orders. “A whisky on the rocks, a neat whisky, two glasses of house red, a glass of house white, two jack and cokes and a lemonade. Please.” You receive a nod and wait for the poor bartender the make all of those drinks. “Oh and a tray please!”

You weren’t a stranger to the looks of envy from other departments as you carried the tray of drinks to the table. Or from the patrons stood at the bar fetching their own drinks.

“I come bearing gifts.” You say and hand out their drinks accordingly around the table. Whiskey on the rocks for Rossi. Near whiskey for Hotch. House red for Jj and Emily. House white for Pen. Jack and coke for Derek and Will and a lemonade for Spencer. “Now go socialise, you important people.” You say and they disperse around the room in pairs to go and talk to the other agents. That was your queue was to go and stand in the corner of the room as all of the people who thought better of themselves, boasted about their achievements in the field and out of it.

It took thirty minutes until it was announced it was time for dinner and all of the patrons made their way to the assigned seats. Wait staff flew out of every door, brining everyone the meal they had chosen a week prior. And that was your cue to go for a smoke.

It was dark outside when you push the door open. The pebbled ground crunches under your heels as you make your way to the back of the building and there is your solace. A bench. It was wooden and was sat in the middle of a small green patch of grass.

These FBI things had been few and far between with your with the BAU. The team rather spending their time on cases and saving people’s lives rather than spending time being paraded around by the director. However, that had meant that in the couple times you had been at these things, you had a tradition.

Men loved being saviours. So when they see a poor woman, sat in the cold, waiting for her cigarette to be lit. But in reality, you had a lighter placed in your bra. Dinner had just started so you pull out said lighter and light your first cigarette and take a drag. The smoke flaying out in-front of you in the light as you sit on the table of the bench, your feet on the seat.

-

The team sat around their round table, slowly eating and sipping on their drinks, longing out the process to avoid the socialising that was to come again next.

“It’s just not fair how she doesn’t even get a seat at our table,” Spencer huffs as he puts another forkful into his mouth. “The team would barely work without her. She’s a part of the team.” Everyone around the table nods in agreement.

“If it was up to me, she would.” Hotch says, also continuing to eat his food and sip his drink.

“Well you could push harder for it.” Spencer says, his mood sour and he fiddles his fork around his plate as he mumbles.

“Don’t worry Spence.” Emily said from next to him, placing her hand on his shoulder. “She’s just fine.” She says smirking at Jj and Penelope from across the table.

“Pump your brakes, what does that mean?” Derek says with raised eyebrows looking between the three of them. “Is she with someone here?” His eyes flit between them and waits impatiently for one of them to answer.

“Not yet.” Jj barley whispers into her wine.

“And what does that mean?” Derek pushes again and looks towards Penelope. “Babygirl, what do you know?” He asks leaning towards her and she hides behind her hands. “Penelope.” Everyone around the table was interested in what the ladies of the BAU knew about your love life.

One thing about the team was they were nosy. Specially about the love lives of the other members of the team. Behavioural analysis made it easy for them to tell when a night was spent out of bed.

“I’m not supposed to tell.” Pen squeaks, her voice an octave higher than usual, feeling the pressure of all of the curious eyes on her. But her reddening face and the pitch in her voice getting higher and higher indicates that she was going to spill and soon. Even Hotch was engaged and listening. And spill she did. “Hot rich men carry lighters.”

“And what does that have to do with sleeping with other agents?” Rossi chimes in, his hand resting around his glass and his finger tapping against the side.

“When time comes to dinner and she doesn’t get a seat at the table, she makes her way outside with two cigarettes,” Emily starts to explain. “She lights and smokes the first one while dinner is happening.”

“Then after dinner, she waits for someone to come and offer to light her second cigarette.” Jj picks up from Emily. “It’s actually quite smart.” She smiles as she finishes.

“Then they get to talking then she’s got somewhere to sleep for the night.” Penelope finishes. “The FBI is so cheap, they don’t even book her a room.” She rolls her eyes and takes another sip, clearly getting tipsy. “She never tells us who she’s been with, i’m dying to know.”

“Who would have thought she had it in her huh?” Derek says with an impressed smile.

“Literally all of us.” Emily laughs at him and wait staff begin to collect in empty plates and people begin to stand and shuffle and talk about boring corporate nonsense.

They watch Hotch get up abruptly from his chair and stride toward the bar, he doesn’t order anything he just stands there and waits for the team to disperse around the room.

“He’s not as subtle as he thinks.” Will laughs out towards Rossi who gives a small shrug before turning around and shaking the hands of agents from all over the US.

-

The shine of your shoes caught your attention, the patent dark material reflecting in the light. Circular rings dance across them and reflect in your eyes. Your first cigarette had long been smoked and shoved into the stones beneath your feet. You’d began to wonder if you just hadn’t gotten lucky this time round. Maybe you hadn’t grabbed the attention enough for anyone to follow you outside. Your eyes hadn’t left the ground yet, and were now tracing the irregular pattern of the stones. Just about to give in to the temptation and time, reaching into your bra to pull out your lighter.

“I didn’t know you smoked.” Your head shoots up and your hand goes heck to its original position by your side. It was him, your boss. Aaron Hotchner,one of the richest and hottest men you knew. You hadn’t heard the stones rustle on the way over, he always walked quietly. His voice didn’t travel far in the large empty space.

“I thought you were meant to be a profiler, sir.” You say smiling up at him and scooting over, making room for him next to you. “Get tired of all the questions?” He sits down, mirroring the way you were perched.

“I’ve already told you.” He says, the lights that were wrapped around the leaf filled arch lit up his face in such a perfect way, you couldn’t describe it. “It’s Aaron.” He repeats from weeks ago and you see him turn towards you out of the corner of your eye. Now, it was time to test if your theory was correct.

“Ok. Aaron.” You put specific emphasis on his name with a laugh and you look over to him. “Do you have a lighter?” His eyes meet yours.

“You shouldn’t smoke, they’re bad for your health.” He says avoiding the question, maybe you were wrong. “But I do. There.” He pulls it out of the inside pocket. It was fancy, silver with an engraved pattern with his name next to it.

“This is a fancy lighter.” You comment as the orange flame shines on your face. Pulling the cigarette to your mouth you take a drag. “Lots of things are bad for your health.” Your hand passes the imaginary line between you and you hold the cigarette in front of him and you raise your eyebrow in question.

“Thanks.” He takes it from your hand and pulls it up to his face but pauses. He stares at the deep red circle around the paper. “It was a gift from Rossi, he just likes to spend his money.”

“That he does,” You smile at him and notice his hesitation. “It’s just lipstick.” Resting your elbows on your legs you tilt your head to the side, hair falling over your shoulders. “It’s safer than shaking hands or whatever Spencer says when he meets someone new.” You joke. He laughs deeply at that and finally takes a puff of the cigarette.

His face contorts in slight disgust. “Those don’t taste like I remember.” But he keeps it in his hand.

“That’s because they were incredibly cheap.” Giggling, you realise you are still holding his lighter in your hands and it shining in the light.

“So you won’t mind then?” He asks and you look towards him confused.

“Mind what?” You reply, the line between your eyebrows prominent.

“This.” He smirks and throws the cigarette on the ground and stamps it out. You make a noise of protest as you watch the small orange glow disappear.

“I’m in a right mind to keep this lighter now.” Looking down into your lap shyly where your hands lay. Fiddling and flipping open the lighter. He made you nervous, usually you were able to take charge of these men and lure them to bed without a word. However, this man, your boss, was terrifying to you as he sat there breathing steadily, while your heart raced erratically.

“You’re welcome to.” He says with a shrug and brings his hand up to adjust his tie.

“It’s beautiful out here, it looks like a wedding venue.” You were deflecting and refuse to even look in the man’s direction.

“It is.” His answers were getting shorter and shorter and your heart was getting faster and faster.

Adrenaline ran through your veins as the next words flew out of your mouth before you could spare a second to think about it. “Do you know the FBI don’t even pay for my room at these things?”

“Really? I’ll look into it.” He says and taps the side of his head and keeping it in there for later.

“Thank you.” The two of you sit in silence for a while, breathing in the fresh air and looking around the grand garden and taking note of the potted plants dotted around the place. The night was clear and the stars were out, looking close to the small fairy lights that surrounded the pair of you.

“You’re part of the team, just as much as me or anyone. They should get you a room.” He says, his pinky finger inching across to yours, laying millimetres away.

“You’re the Unit chief and they’re agents.” You laugh. “I’m just an assistant.” You continue. “I’m not-.” You realise you go to say important and your mind flies back to your conversation in the parking lot.

“Important?” He sighs and you turn towards him and he says your name in the same airy voice. His tone suddenly changes back to his normal firm one. “You know what?” He asks and you raise your eyebrows at him. “You’re not important.” He states.

Your face morphs into confusion. “What?” You scoff at him and you lean back, also pulling your hand away from the closeness of before. You stand up abruptly and start to quickly walk away from the bench, grabbing the bottom of your dress up and keeping it away from your heels.

He says your name again but this time it’s a shout. “Wait!” He shouts again and you spin around and shake your head at him.

“What! Sir!” You shout at him harshly and take a step towards him in anger.

“You’re not important because.” He starts and you roll your eyes and he takes a step towards you and the gap gets smaller and smaller. Your breath getting shorter and shorter.

“Because what?!” You shout again and wave your arms around in emphasis.

“Because.” He says your name softer this time. “You’re invaluable.” Your mouth hangs open and all of your air leaves your lungs and you stand there for a moment. Your boss had rendered you speechless once again. Staring at him with his perfectly tailored suit and that sexy fucking red tie and just his sexy fucking face. “You’re invaluable to me.”

Dropping your clutch on the floor you quickly walk at him, trying not to trip in your heels on the uneven ground. “You stupid, stupid man.” You say and the two of you hover close to one another. “Aaron Hotchner, you massive idiot!” You gasp at him and grab his tie and pull him down to you and kiss him.

It was quick and rough and you pull away after a few seconds. “Shit, you’re my boss! Fuck!” You exclaim and look up panicked, running your hands through your hair and take a large step back. Your chest heaves, as you look him in the eyes. “I’m invaluable to you.” You say dumbly and blink quickly in more confusion than before.

“Yes, you are.” He says and takes a large step forwards, putting you toe to toe. His hands run up the tops of your thighs and over your hips and land in the small of your waist. “Say my name again.” His nose runs up your neck towards your ear.

The realisation hits you then. “I’m invaluable to you, Aaron.” You say smugly and he leans into kiss you this time and he hums in agreement inside your mouth. You’re pressed up against him as his large hands on your waist have you pulled against him.

You’re own hands start to wander as his tongue enters your mouth, they slide their way up the back of this suit and into the nape of this neck and the top of his hair. “I’ve waited so long to do that.” He sighs as the two of you separated for breath.

“Me too.” You smile as the two of you hold each other. “Your room?” You ask and intertwine your hand with his.

“Definitely.” He says and you begin to walk to the back door of the hotel, you leading the way.

“I’m your invaluable assistant.” You smirk at him as you open the back fire exit door. You felt smug being invaluable to the man. The man you’d had a crush on since you’d joined the BAU.

“Yes, you are.” He repeats and reaches down to give your arse a squeeze, in your tight dress.

“Oi!” You reach down and smack his hand away with a laugh. “Just for that, you’re going up the stairs first.” You say and push him towards the staircase.

“I’ll have you know my eyes are always front.” He says and starts to walk up the steps to his room, key card already in hand.

“Mine aren’t.” Your eyes and centred directly on his arse as he walks up the stairs to his room.

[scramratz]

Rant abt your Cds I'm curious

OK HERE GOES SCRAMS 2024 CD COLLECTION TIER LIST

(Disclaimer: these are just my personal opinions and if yours differ from mine, fine. It’s not a sin to be wrong)

S TIER-

Goo-Sonic Youth: Straight bangers all the way through. Girls love it when you show them your Sonic Youth cd. Extra points cuz the pamphlet unfolds into a sick poster

Midnight Vultures-Beck: Good album to clean the house to. Every song a banger. Beck as a person sets off alarms, though 🤔

Vivadixiesubmarinetransmissionplot-Sparklehorse: Genuinely my favorite artist and album of all time. Fall asleep to Homecoming Queen often.

Siamese Dream-Smashing Pumpkins: Fire straight though. Good when you’re in a depressed 20-something mood. Better than Mellon Collie in my humble opinion.

Gorillaz-Gorillaz: The start of one of my favorite bands and objectively one of the best bands in the world don’t fight me on it I’ll kill you.

A TIER-

Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots-The Flaming Lips: Solid album. Iconic cover art. “Do You Realize??” always got me feeling feelings

Violent Femmes-Violent Femmes: Top 3 favorite band. Every song went platinum in my household. Would have been higher but reminds me of my mom too much.

Dig Me Out- Sleater-Kinney: Got it because the name sounded familiar. Ended up loving them! Doesn’t sound right if it’s not played loud, though, and considering I live in an apartment, I don’t play it often.

Fear Yourself-Daniel Johnston: Got it because I love “Hi, How Are You” but haven’t been able to find it anywhere. Was pleasantly surprised! Hits the same melancholy spot but slightly more upbeat.

Figure 8-Elliot Smith: My favorite sad boy that definitely DIDN’T kill himself. Not my favorite Elliot album but every one of his albums is A tier personally.

The Diary of Alicia Keys-Alicia Keys: WENT QUADRUPLE PLATINUM IN OUR HOUSEHOLD. Prime cleaning the house on Sunday music. Dragon Days is seriously underrated.

Garbage-Garbage: Don’t know how to say this without sounding insane but this album sounds like the color #DC007F and I like that color a lot

2-Mac Demarco: The CHOKEHOLD Mac Demarco had on us artschool bitches in 2016 OMG. Was gonna change my name to Viceroy

B TIER-

Money for Nothing- Dire Straits: Top tier dad music.

Lumine fever- The Adrenals: Got it cuz the cover looked cool. Was pleasantly surprised! They rock the adequate amount

Rocket to Russia- Ramones: They’re good but I don’t get the hype honestly. They’re the Flavor-Aid of Punk

Starfish- The Church: Only love one song on it, the only song anyone likes tbh. The rest are your standard 80s deal

Crooked Rain-Pavement: I really love Pavement but there is a thing as too much Pavement and I think I’ve reached it

Yankee Hotel Foxtrot-Wilco: Honestly should have been in A tier but all the pretentious music dudes I’ve met has soured this album for me so it goes in B outta spite. Jesus Etc my fave song tho

An Evening with Silk Sonic- Silk Sonic: Nice, short, gets me in a happy mood. Does what it needs to do!

Prolonging the Magic- Cake: John McCrea don’t really be singing, do he? He just fancy talkin

C TIER-

Gigantic, Fuel, and The Nixons: I got all 3 on sale and they all sound the same and that sound is…ok? Like it’s alright background music

Blind Melon-Blind Melon: What was with 90’s bands putting random kids as their album covers? Decent listen, though.

Summerteeth-Wilco: Good background music. I can’t remember any songs off it.

Los Angeles/Wild Gift-X: I like X but I hate that fucking album art omg it’s so hard to look at. I like their songs individually but as a cohesive album, eh.

D TIER-

Throwing Copper-Live: bought it on sale with the above 3 but liked this one substantially less. Only redeeming quality to me is the album art.

Ben Folds Five-Ben Folds Five: Misleading considering there’s only 3 of them. He sounds like my ex boyfriend from highschool before I realized I liked girls

F Tier-

The Ragetones/Fall Apart-The Ragetones: Saw them play at a shitting basement show. Everything sounds better when you can barely hear yourself think.

F Punk-Big Audio Dynamite: Found it at the thrift and rehomed it outta pity. Sounds like the 80s in a bad way.

[01zfan]

Riize as frat boys lowkey have my mind RUNNING😭 what about fratboy!Sungchan x sororitygirl!reader but they’re from rivalling houses so they have been keeping their relationship a secret because they know they’re fucked if their brothers and sisters find out. Maybe during a frat party at riizes frat they kinda just be sneaking around and he brings her to his room and they fuck but they both accidentally fell asleep that night and so they wake up in his room just realising they gotta do the walk of shame downstairs/ back to the sorority and kinda fearful for what their sisters and brothers will say but deciding they don’t wish to hide anymore and they walk down to see not only the frat bros but her sorority sisters downstairs (only for the reveal to have everyone already have known and bets are being lost)

pleaseeee sungchan would be the best and worst person to sneak around with. the best because he’d be the sweetest boyfriend always doting on you, buying you gifts, and holding your hand.

but he’d be the worst because he would hate hiding your relationship so much. he’d never outwardly tell you because he didn’t want to risk losing you but he would purposely climb up the stairs to your room loud as hell trying to see if any of your sisters would come out he also liked when you would scold him to walk quieter. he would be cuddling with you in your room talking about how bad he wants to tell everyone your his. he would always be like “the rivalry isn’t even that serious” it was.

don’t let him find out you had to invite someone from a different fraternity as your date to a formal/event. sungchan would be blowing up your phone all night while he’s screaming crying and throwing up back at the frat. yes he considered going there just to pull the fire alarm if he can’t have a good night no one will. the only way you can make it up to him is by sneaking to his frats’ party afterwards.

you’re still in your cute little dress from formal when you show up. only shotaro knows about your relationship and tells sungchan you’re there. he runs down from his room (because there isn’t shit to party about while you’re at a formal with some random guy) to see you. sungchan almost dies then and there thinking about all the people that got to see you in your dress before him.

you guys do your little chit chat, sharing pleasantries trying to seem indifferent to anyone who’s watching. whole time while the music is blaring sungchan is telling you in your ear how hot you are and how badly he wants you. how much he missed you. he looks at you attentively as you tell him in his ear that you’re gonna go to the bathroom then head upstairs and he should be in his room waiting for you when you’re done. say less because sungchan practically runs up the stairs while you do a lap around the party. nobody knows that you’re going upstairs to get fucked by your man.

the moment you close his door he’s on you. sungchan gave up the nonchalant act a long time ago. poor guy would be asking you if your little date tried to make a move on you, if you had fun with him. you would assure him that your all his and he wants to cry so bad. it’d be so long until your clothes are actually off, he would be admiring you in your dress saying he wished that he could’ve taken you to the formal and that everyone knew you were his. you only hum in agreement but never outwardly say it. one of you has to be dedicated to keeping your relationship a secret. you start becoming less dedicated when he eats you out while you’re still in your dress because damn maybe this is your man forreal.

when sungchan finally gets you undressed he would tease you so much too. he’s not only teasing you to get you to squirm and whine underneath him but also because he needs time to calm himself down or else he might finish a little too quickly. but he fucks you and fucks you so good. any position you want he just has to be holding your hand in some way. he takes you in missionary and the doggy, attitude changing with each position. in missionary he tells you you’re so pretty and that he’s so sad he can’t claim you publicly. he would pepper kisses all over your face while you struggle to take all of him. in doggy he’s a little more ruthless, letting the jealousy out. he spanks you a few times, telling you no one can fuck you like this besides him. he fucks you into the mattress to say the least. you’re so drained by the time you’re both finished that you lose all your energy to leave his room to go back to your sorority. you didn’t even know you were spending the night, but when sungchan wraps his arms around you you’re out like a light snuggling into him.

morning comes and you shoot up from the bed like a vampire. eunseok is banging on sungchan’s door telling him to come down so he can help clean the mess from last night. sungchan wakes up in a daze saying he’ll be down in a second while you both realize what you’ve gotten yourselves into. you even debate on crawling out the window and jumping into the lawn but sungchan sits you down and really tells you how he feels about everything. he’s tried of sneaking around, and he wishes the truth came out with better circumstances but he just can’t keep acting like he’s not the happiest when he’s with you. his confession nearly has you in tears when you agree with him. so sungchan asks if you’ll let him walk you back to your sorority and you say yes :(

he gives you a shirt and sweatpants you left in his room that one time and he grabs your hand as you guys walk down the stairs. you are greeted with not only his fraternity but also your sorority sisters. they all exclaim, some of them looking mad they’re out twenty bucks but the others are cheering because the bet is over and they won.

[enbyenvy666]

happy birthday?

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

a little birthday fluff for the great explosion murder god <3

CONTENT WARNINGS - aged up!Bakugo x GN!Reader, cooking accidents (cutting and hitting hand with a meat tenderizer, almost setting kitchen on fire), minor flooding, no beta we die like men w/c - 1.1k

Katsuki wasn’t a fan of his birthday, he just didn’t care for it. Growing up, his parents would force him to go out to dinner with his family, seeing aunts and uncles he didn’t like, bratty little cousins that screamed through dinner and wiping his grandma’s gaudy lipstick off his cheek. He hated pretending to appreciate the presents they gave him, even though the gifts made it clear his family knew nothing about him. Kamui Woods socks, really Pop?

“I just want a night in with my partner, a’right?” He said when you asked him what he wanted to do this year. You were going to make it the best night in ever then. Spicy chicken katsudon for dinner (his favourite), purin for dessert (another favourite), and while you were making it all, he would be relaxing in the bath you had made for him, and after you had eaten, you were going to cuddle on the couch watching his favourite movies. It was going to be perfect.

But you were held back at work, taking away crucial hours needed to cook. Compromising by buying the purin instead of making it, you were stuck behind an older woman who insisted on paying for her groceries with loose change, counting them out loud as she placed each coin on the counter. Then you were caught in stand-still traffic after finally getting out of the store. While debating slamming your head through the windshield, hoping it would wake you up from this nightmare, your phone rang. 

“Happy Birthday Kats!” you called cheerily as if you weren’t experiencing living hell at that moment. 

“Thanks, baby,” he replied, sounding despondent. Your brow furrowed, staring down at your phone with concern as if the picture of him on the screen could see you.

“Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah just… rough day. I’ll be home early ‘kay? Can’t stand another second reading through paperwork,” he grumbled, and you could almost hear his deep scowl. Your stomach dropped when you realised that meant you had even less time to prepare for his magical evening, but traffic was starting to clear, giving you a glimmer of hope. 

“Of course baby, I’ll see you soon!” You legally raced home, barely giving yourself a moment before rushing to the bathroom and turning on the water. Running to the kitchen next, you tied an apron over your work clothes and began cooking. Your decision to make everything from scratch was, at the time, fueled by love, but now you were regretting it. Even the garlic had to be crushed by hand. Of course, more things had to go wrong though, a slip with a knife and a mash with the tenderizer, leaving your hand bleeding and bruised. Slapping the cutlet into the pan, you sighed- oh shit! The bath!

Running upstairs, you saw the water creeping into the hallway. Turning the water off and fetching a mop, you quickly started soaking up the mess. You filled up a whole bucket but not even half of the water was soaked up. Tipping the water into the now empty tub, the scent of smoke peaked over the damp smell of the bathroom. Sprinting downstairs, your wet socks made you slip as you rounded a corner, elbow smacking into the hard floor. Tingles shot up into your fingers as you hit your funny bone, but you had to ignore it along with the ache that accompanied it as you scrambled to your feet again. 

The kitchen wasn’t ablaze, thankfully, but a concerning amount of smoke was rising from the pan. Sliding it off the burner didn’t do much, so you flipped the cutlet to get some heat off of it, to reveal not only the charred chicken breast but more smoke quickly rose from it. At the worst possible moment, the smoking alarm began blaring, the ringing piercing your eardrums. With shouts of frustration and calls for the device to shut up, you grabbed a teatowel and waved it in the air around the alarm. You were too short to reach the button to turn it off, but maybe if you got a broom or a mop- the bathroom! 

In your panic of trying to decide whether to clear the smoke or to continue to mop the bathroom and hope the fire alarm would eventually tire itself out, the front door opened. With a clear look into the kitchen, Katsuki stood in the doorway, a briefcase containing his hero costume in one hand, grenade gauntlets in the other, watching you run around while waving a towel over your head. Your work clothes were unkempt, your hair a mess, a bandage on your hand and your soaked socks were leaving wet footprints on the floor.

When your gaze finally caught his, your shoulders slumped in defeat and the alarm stopped ringing as the opened door allowed smoke to escape. He dropped his stuff to the floor, taking slow steps towards the kitchen. You didn’t notice him cracking a smile as you looked at the disaster around you. Not wanting him to see your failure throughout the kitchen, you met him halfway. 

“I’m so sorry Katsuki, I tried making katsudon but I burnt the chicken because I flooded the bathroom, and I had to buy the purin from the store because I didn’t have time to make it, and I know the gelatin one isn’t your favourite but it was all they had-” your ramble ceased when you heard the blonde hero begin to chuckle. Maybe it was because of the tears that brimmed your eyes, but his smile had him glowing. It was a sight you rarely got to see, his genuine laugh something you rarely heard, but both were beautiful. He reached for you, his strong hands on your waist, fingers digging into your sides as he tried to hold back his laughter. 

“It’s okay, idiot,” he snickered as he pulled you into a hug. Your arms quickly wrapped around him, squeezing him close, almost sobbing into his chest.  “‘m just happy to come home t’ you.”

“I didn’t ruin your birthday, did I?” You asked quietly with a sniffle, almost afraid of the answer. 

“Of course not,” he tsked, pulling back to look down at you as he still held you in his arms. Your palms lay flat on his chest, feeling his heartbeat steadily under your palm. 

“Let’s order in instead, how’s Italian sound?” 

“Great,” you sighed in relief. Katsuki’s soft palm cupped your cheek, thumb soothingly stroking the stressed bag under your eye. After a soft but quick kiss, he took your hand, squeezing it as his gorgeous smile morphed into his usual handsome smirk. 

“Let’s go clean up that bathroom. And how about we leave the cooking to me from now on eh?”

[mins-fins]

LABYRINTH (L.CH)

SUMMARY . . . it's really easy to just say "i'm fine" and go on with it, anton doesn't take it, though.

PAIRING . . . anton lee x male!reader

GENRE . . . fluff, light light angst

WARNINGS . . . mentions of sleep deprivation

WORD COUNT . . . 0.7k

NOTES . . . *taps mic* hi anton lovers, hi again riize fandom, i love anton hes just so 😢 anyway i didn't willingly make this the demons stole my computer and typed it out for me 🙏 *crowd cheers and applauses and fire alarms go off and the place explodes*

. . . my beloved mother (aka the best and only elif i know) @jinkiseason asked to be tagged so here you go (you better read this 😡) (i made it in your wc range/j)

"y/n".

said boy startles, almost hitting his head on the counter. he groans, covering his face for a moment. once his eyesight registers, he looks up to see his roommate, whose eyes are focused on the textbooks set on the kitchen counter. "shit sorry, what time is it?" he asks, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"it's two am" y/n swears he almost gasps out loud when he hears. two? as in two in the morning? that can't be.. "i— i'm sorry did i disturb you? i didn't mean to fall asleep i just—"

"no no" anton cuts into his sentence. "your not disturbing me.. i— why are you sleeping on the kitchen counter?"

how long did i doze off for?

"i was.." y/n pauses as he catches anton's gaze, he recognizes that gaze. he's seen it from his parents, his older siblings, his ex lovers, his friends, and just.. strangers. anton already knows how he's going to respond. "studying".

anton closes his eyes, sighing, and y/n feels that recognizable shame curl in his gut. "y/n.. what time did you start studying?"

y/n goes silent once again, disappointedly looking down at the kitchen counter as he begins to drag his finger up and down it, trying to distract himself. he feels another curl of shame in his gut when he hears anton sigh, again.

"y/n—"

"i know i know, i'm sorry" he immediately says, feeling like he did something wrong, anton's tone of voice was really stressing him out, he hated that tone of voice, he hated the way it was so recognizable and how anxious it made him feel. "i didn't mean to upset you".

anton simply blinks, then shakes his head. "it's not your fault" he whispers, walking up to y/n and rubbing a hand up and down his back. "y/n i worry about you".

y/n musters up a smile, but he's so tired he can't even keep it up, frowning immediately. "i have so many exams this week.. this is my best bet—"

"no, you need to sleep".

y/n chuckles sleepily, his eyes barely able to stay open. "it's okay, i can rest after my exams are ove—"

"do you really think i'm gonna let you do that?"

y/n pauses, biting the inside of his cheek. he almost laughs once again, but he stays silent. anton looks at him for a moment; then closes his textbook. "come on".

"come on where?"

"your going to sleep" anton states, he doesn't ask or even wait for an answer, he just says it like he knows what he's doing. y/n looks at him like he just said something crazy, but anton doesn't budge.

"what?"

anton looks at him for a split second, sighing. "i don't want you to disagree with me, your going to sleep whether you like it or not".

y/n scoffs; "i'm not even tire—"

"its two in the morning, you studied all day, you are going to sleep".

anton grabs his arm, helping him stand up and dragging him away from the kitchen counter. y/n lightly yelps, but it's quiet. "anton, seriously, i don't need sleep, i'm fine i don't—"

"you need to stop trying to argue with me" anton mutters, turning on the sink and handing y/n his toothbrush. "i care about you, and your going to sleep, whether you like it or not".

y/n finally sighs, he stops trying to argue with anton, which makes the other smile. he grabs his toothbrush, hoping he's not that tired and can successfully do it.

"when was the last time you even got a full eight hours?"

y/n gives anton a look, not being able to respond because he's brushing his teeth, he lightly shoves his shoulder and anton laughs. that's pretty ironic considering anton barely gets sleep himself.

"your talking about eight hours?" y/n says, rinsing his mouth before looking back up. "you barely get sleep yourself".

"yeah but this is about you is it not?"

"i hate you".

anton deadpans for a moment, snickering. "no you don't" he easily responds, smiling. "now chop chop, you need to sleep".

"don't rush me".

"i will if i want to! come on, sleep!"

y/n sighs, yawning, but follows.

[genericpuff]

From the standpoint of someone who doesn't even like LO that much. Reading through this gave me a strange sense of discomfort? I think. Something about the combination of the essays, and the digs at the author in a lot of posts, and making a community based on it, and the ranting. It made it feel a lot more group ragging on something than normal fandom re-writes. I can't help but want to say something on the subject (0/3)

Gonna respond to all your asks together if that's okay, from what I can glean there's a word limit on mobile (?) so it makes it very interesting to see who's able to put all their thoughts into one big ask vs. who has to cut them up into parts 😆

So I can understand that discomfort, it's actually one that I also initially felt towards the community when I discovered it. Though even more so because when I found out about antiLO being a thing, I was still a MASSIVE fan of LO and my thought was "wow, these people are losers" LOL but then a lot of what they were saying resonated with me more as I realized the story was going nowhere (it was around the trial arc when Eris was revealed to be the 'reason' for Persephone's wrath).

All that said, I don't think I was wrong to feel off back then even though I don't feel that way now. We have our own takes and ways of approaching certain subjects, and how we feel is how we feel.

I will say that I can't, in any way, take credit for 'creating' the community. AntiLO pre-existed me by years and I was simply welcomed in as my opinions of the comic changed. I was a lot more involved in UnpopularLoreOlympus when it was born around the S2 finale of the comic. So... don't give me any sort of credit in 'owning' this community or anything of that sort, I came in during a period when criticism of the comic was becoming more common practice. I'm just also someone who's very verbose and loud in their opinions which appeals to a lot of people in this community, so I get why people might see me as some kind of "pillar" within it or like I'm the loudest person in the room, but I promise you that doesn't mean I have any sort of ownership over this part of the fandom or that I feel my opinions carry any more weight than the people around me. It's just a community, after all, not a religion.

It's true that saying I'm not making money off Rekindled doesn't mean I'm not benefiting off it in other ways. But the 'benefits' are still kinda... nothing? in the grand scheme of things? like okay great I have loads of people reading my stuff every update but like, this is still just Tumblr lmao none of this is real and as soon as Rekindled is over, I might be lucky to bring some of the readers over into my next project, but I doubt whatever I do next will get as popular as Rekindled was. All the "benefits" I get are virtually the same as what people writing fanfiction get on AO3 get or what people doing redraw videos on Youtube get. It's fake Internet points for making fan creations.

And that's okay, because that's sorta just the nature of fandom in general, throughout any niche community. People will be naturally drawn to what's familiar and what I do here appeals to the people who are familiar with LO and the criticisms of it, often people who agree with those criticisms. The Zelda community has LinkedUniverse, Pokemon has Hanamusa, Attack on Titan has communities that are dedicated to loving the anime, hating the anime, and even dunking on people who don't 'get' the anime, Undertale has every single crazy rewrite and rewrites-of-rewrites that have been spawned from its fanbase. Did you know there's an entire community of people who discuss and argue over fire alarms? I didn't, but when I found out about it, it was after listening to a video on Youtube discussing all the interconnected drama of the fire alarm community. Like that's wild and seems so stupid and pointless... but it matters to the people who are in it, and my opinion of how they operate isn't going to change how it makes them feel to be a part of that space. That's kinda just human nature, we create our own little microcosms of things to bond over so for people within those microcosms, any amount of disagreement or discomfort will feel massive in proportion.

I guess the point of what I'm trying to say is that a lot of this stuff feels crazy loud but it's really only that loud because it's occupying a single room.

The reality is that Rekindled is still a very niche project dedicated to a niche webtoon that's a part of a niche medium. As loud as it is within here, it's still only because it's such a closed community. Anyone outside of the Webtoons community has zero clue what it is. The 'attention' that I'm getting is still from other niche people who occupy a very specific interest.

And that's not even exclusive to Rekindled, despite Webtoons attempts to sell LO as a 'worldwide phenomenon', a lot of people don't know it exists and couldn't care less. Does that mean my rantings about the comic and its creator matter any less to me or the people who are interested in them? Not really. Is it all pointless? Maybe, but not everything really needs to have some bigger point. We're all kinda just here spending time talking about something we both love and can't stand. What I say about LO and do with Rekindled is undoubtedly inconsequential and pointless to people who aren't in the room. That's fine. That's why I keep it all in my own house. There are definitely people who talk about it outside of the home but that's far from what I can control.

That said, I think LO also does fall into a very unique category where it's very easy to do rewrites and redraws of it simply because it, in and of itself, is a rewrite. Rekindled is far from being the first "fix it" fic, not only of LO but also of any piece of media in general, it's not really a new phenomenon (but again, when it's loud, it can be easy to go "well clearly YOU had to influence this"). People are drawn to retelling LO or 'fixing' it because LO is based on Greek myth. If it weren't for that, no, I don't think people would be as interested in doing so. It's because we literally have a solid foundation of reference material - the myths and original poems - that we can go "hey, why did LO do this? it should have / could have been xyz". You can't really do that as much with a purely original work besides wish fulfillment of "what if xyz happened" because whatever an original piece of work winds up being is clearly what it was meant to be. We have nothing to compare it against.

But with LO, we know what it could have been because we know what it was trying to be since day 1 - a retelling of the Abduction of Persephone. That's not to say we always knew exactly what Rachel was planning on doing with it, but it's not hard to be disappointed when we see certain mythical stories being established in LO - such as the tale of Eros and Psyche, the Titanomachy, etc. - only to see them get dropped or completely mishandled.

On the one hand I could use HADES and Stray Gods as examples of popular media that don't get 'rewritten' the same way LO does because while they have their own unique interpretations of the myths they're based on, they still feel like properly thought out stories that appreciate the source material. LO, by comparison, feels like it's written by someone who hates Greek myth.

But on the other hand, those rewrites may absolutely exist and I'm just not aware of them because I don't occupy those rooms! The world is only as big as we perceive it to be.

That said, it's always sort of ironic to me when people say Rekindled is "riding off the coattails of LO" because while I can understand their sentiment - because obviously it's a direct re-creation of LO - that opinion seems to operating from the assumption that LO was ever not riding off Greek myth's coattails to begin with.

And no, I don't think my criticizing of LO on an LO-focused blog should in any way be conflated with "media isn't allowed to be bad". I've said this before and I'll say it again, I'm into loads of bad media. I'm also fully capable of enjoying a piece of media but also shit-talking it without actually feeling any sort of vitriol towards it. House M.D. is one of my favorite TV shows but goddamn some of the plots are just so dramatic and out-of-this-world that you can't help but laugh at them (and that's why we have spaces like /r/okaybuddyvicodin LOL). One of my favorite games growing up was Starfox Adventures because I had never played the original Starfox games but I had played loads of Zelda and Adventures was basically Zelda but with Starfox, and I know there are plenty of people who will go "but puff, that game is ass!" and I know! But I love it regardless.

With LO, it's not a matter of "bad media shouldn't exist!" it's a matter of observing what makes it so bad and why that's had a negative impact on both the audience it attracts (primarily teenagers and children) as well as the culture it's taking its ideas from. If LO was just some "so bad its good" webtoon that was easy to enjoy but also poke fun at, I would have zero issue. It's the fact that it's blatantly problematic in its writing and intentions but still hailed as the #1 webtoon on the platform (webtoons in and of themselves being a medium that I've lived in for over a decade so it's virtually impossible to get away from whatever is influencing the culture as a whole) while winning all these accolades for being "brilliantly written" and its creator is given a voice over Greek culture when she herself is not Greek or even well-read on Greek culture in any capacity - that's the issue and why I've spent so much time talking about LO. And if it wasn't me, it would be anyone else, because the problem has been around for ages and people have been trying to get the word out about it for years.

I don't necessarily think every 'fix it fic' is built equally. I think it's a case by case thing. A lot of people are deadass just doing it for fun and to be a part of a community, and I think that's wonderful. There are also people who try to do this but ultimately disrespect whatever the creator was going for by somehow implying that their own original ideas were inferior just by existing, or using their fix-it fics as a way to deliberately harass the original creators (ex. whatever the fuck 'art lore' is on TikTok, based on what I've seen it seems purely made for bullying budding artists and talking shit which is... gross af, but I don't think it's anywhere near the same as readers of LO calling out its highly successful award-winning creator for having zero clue what she's doing with her comic lmao). I don't think a blanket statement of "fix it fics are bad" accomplishes anything because it depends on a variety of factors like the person's intentions and what they're trying to accomplish. Many fanfictions in general could be called 'fix it fics' even if the creator 100% loved the source material with zero issue - because they're still saying "what if xyz happened instead"?

Me, personally? I'm someone who loves Greek myth and who used to adore LO. I was very discouraged and upset when I saw it turned into what it became, and I wanted to try my own hand at creating something new out of the rubble that could give me closure. It's what I choose to do with my time and other people seem to enjoy it as well. I'm sure there's loads to criticize and speculate on regarding my 'intentions' in creating it, but at the end of the day I'm sorta just doing what I want to do with my time because I have a lot of thoughts and ideas I need to get out of my head and many of them are thoughts and ideas that other people like reading about.

If you feel uncomfortable by the amount I talk about it here and the way I talk about it, that's fine. Those are your feelings. There are loads of other antiLO-themed blogs to read that might not give you that same vibe. Even I have certain icks towards certain opinions within the antiLO community, I've seen some people be genuinely shitty and I'm sure that's ironic to hear considering you're describing your own discomfort towards my stuff, but we all have different tolerances towards different things at the end of the day.

I do my part to keep things in my own house of a neighborhood that's really small in the grand scheme of things. It just feels like a big neighborhood if you don't travel. There will inevitably come a day where I'll pack my boxes and move elsewhere, talk about new things and write essays about other topics. That's obviously not today but I definitely don't want this to just be like, my entire identity or the rest of my life LOL it's just something I've chosen to spend my free time doing and I'm content with that. Maybe a year from now I'll feel differently, who knows? At the very least I'm hoping to one day finish Rekindled because no, I don't want this to actually be my identity for the rest of my life, change is a good thing LOL but what that change will bring is, for now, a mystery. Here's hoping wherever I end up at least brings its own uniquely good times like I've had here :' )

Sorry, that was a very long response with a lot of sorta aimless muddling over the topic at hand, but thank you for the opportunity to discuss it regardless ! because I do think it's important to find that 'grounding point' when it comes to stuff like this. because as much as I get riled up over LO, yeah, at the end of the day, it's just a dumb webtoon and I don't wanna go soiling myself over it LOL but I'm also just like... running a Tumblr blog with my personal thoughts and ideas, no more or no less. Even the "attention" I get is still only 200-400 notes per new episode of Rekindled, which pales in comparison to any real metrics of "success" imo LMAO again, it just feels loud because this is a niche community made up of a lot of the same names and faces; step outside of it and no one gives a shit LOL

[stusbunker]

Spotless: Dolce

Chapter Twenty One

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Word Count: 1787

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, minor backstory, they're idiots your honor, unbeta'd

A/N: Thank you all for your patience. Apart from being sick, I second and third and quintuple guessed myself on this chapter and then thoroughly ignored the difficult parts and just let them have a conversation on their own. That's it, it's just a phone call. xoxo Stu

Forgive me @lastactiontricia <3

Series Masterlist

You stood in your kitchen staring at the food in the fridge. It wasn’t much, but you had options.You just hated them all at that moment. You closed the door and slogged over to the pantry. It was the Friday night after Dean’s birthday and you wanted nothing to do with your phone or work or anything social media related. 

So you had turned off your ringer and left it to charge. 

You grabbed a bag of microwave popcorn out of the box and ripped off the plastic wrap. It was a poor excuse for dinner, but it at least would tide you over while you decided what you actually wanted to eat. Then you poured yourself a glass of wine, a sweet white because you were not a snob about it. No matter how many trips to Napa people took you on, you really weren’t going to spend an arm and a leg on a bottle that you only half-heartedly appreciated.

Once it was ready, you took the puffed up bag of popcorn with you to the living room because what was the point of making another dish? And decidedly resorted to turning on the tv.

The thing about streaming shows is that even though your attention wavered, the consistency of the characters on the screen made you feel less alone. You got through six episodes before you realized you never made anything for dinner. And at that point, it was too late to start. You stomped around trying to remember where you left your phone only to find a missed call from Dean and a dozen random texts from other people.

You double checked you didn’t have any voicemails and scrolled down to order delivery. Once dinner was finally sorted, you poured yourself the last of the bottle of wine and called Dean back.

The phone rang in your ear as you sat in the corner of your couch, criss-cross applesauce while turning on the next episode on mute. He answered on the fourth ring.

“Trouble, hey!”

“You rang?” You took a sip. Wherever he was was loud, but you could hear him moving through the buzz of passing conversation and cutlery.

“Yeah, you got a minute?”

“The night is my oyster, what’s up?” You leaned forward and set your glass on the coffee table, stretching back and settling in for whatever fire you were going to have to put out next.

The sounds surrounding Dean ended abruptly and he exhaled. “Not much, just grabbing drinks with some people from the label with Bela. You know, schmoozing the uppity ups.”

“Oh— good luck with that.” You shifted onto one hip and hugged your knee. “Tell her she has to pick where we’re getting brunch because the place I wanted is closed for remodeling—- and that she’s paying.”

Dean huffed a laugh. “I’ll fucking cover it, okay? Anything else you need me to tell her? Cuz I could go back in there and just hand her the phone if you want—”

“Nope— no, sorry. It’s fine. You okay?” Something in his voice was setting off a proximity alarm in your head, not full blown panic mode, but enough to let you know something had appeared on the horizon. 

“Yeah, ‘m good. It’s just not my kind of thing—- Bela’s great at these things— I just stand there wishing I could be anywhere else.”

“I’m surprised you even showed up— especially with rehearsals starting Monday.” You grabbed your wine again, waiting Dean out.

“Gotta play nice— you said so,” Dean teased, you could hear the soft hum of his smugness before he shifted gears. “Listen— that whole thing with Cas and the birthday bus— and the whole day actually—”

“Are you really gonna start bitching about that now? Dean, it is so not the time— don’t you have someone’s ass to kiss?”

“What?! I’m not— would you let me finish?! Jesus. I was trying to thank you!--- Don’t know why, now, but yeah.”

You bit your lips and perked up, straightening your back and wagging your head a little back and forth. “Oh? By all means— continue.”

“Yeah, okay, smart ass.”

You cackled and let him stew a bit.

“It was seriously the best, okay? Like, top five of all time.” Dean switched ears and you tried not to squee with the idea of making him so happy he’d been thinking about it for days. That he had to call you to tell you— even as an excuse to escape a less than stellar social situation. Everything seemed to sparkle on your skin, but that could have been the Reisling. “And about dragging Cas out— that was an unexpected gift. So, yeah, thank you— for all your trouble.”

You groaned.

“Oh come on! That one wasn’t that bad.” Dean pretended to be affronted and you pretended to be annoyed.

“Sure.”

He sniggered. “It was good to see him. It’d been too damn long.”

“Seriously. We had lunch and just getting to hang out with him made everything better.”

“Yeah.” Dean was thinking and you let him.

The television was frozen on the prompt screen, judging you for still watching, but you ignored it. You finished your wine and looked at the last drops through the curved glass, distracted by the reflection of your empty living room.

“You think he’s doing alright? I mean— he’s got a freakin’ kid. That’s got to have been a total mindfuck— you know?”

Naturally, Dean was worried about how Cas was, not about harboring grudges or blaming him for the rift between them. At least not out loud.

“I cannot imagine— and luckily we don’t have to worry about anyone trying to pull that again.”

“Yeah, tell me about it. Fuckin’ Lisa, I almost forgot about that. That was like the first big thing you had to bury when you started.”

You sat up and climbed onto your knees, like getting taller would help make your point. “Oh, I know! God that was such an uphill battle, even when she pretended to play nice. I still get the heebie jeebies when I pass her yoga studio on the way to Charlie’s.”

Dean chuckled. “Man— the things we do for fame. We are paying you, right?”

“Last time I checked.”

“Okay, good, probably should be more though, especially with all the Bela stuff.”

“Dean— I make well over the industry standard percentage with you guys. Plus, you barely even charge me rent. I’m doing fine.”

“Whatever—- still, want you to know your hard work is appreciated.”

You settled back down and picked at the seam of your leggings. “That is the weirdest way you could have said thank you, I hope you know.”

“Fuck off— Thank you, okay? THANK YOU. Should I spell it out? Maybe say it in Spanish?”

“Claro.”

“Como se dice ‘bite me’, huh?”

“Muérdeme.”

“Uhhh—- yeah, not gonna try that one while I’m standing in an alley alone.”

You rolled your eyes. “You should probably go back inside. People are waiting on you.”

“They barely even looked up when I stepped away— Bela’d message me if it was a problem.”

“Deeeeeean.”

“Trouuubbbllllle,” the way his voice rumbled with your nickname made it hard to remember you were even wearing clothes.

You climbed off the couch and decided to put your glass in the dishwasher for something to do. He wasn’t going back into the restaurant, but he wasn’t exactly keeping you from anything either.

“Why’d you call if you were out anyway?”

“Heh— I called you to talk me into going through with it.”

Oops. “Well good job on getting there on your own.”

“I was already halfway to Bela’s anyway. Paps perked up real fast when we rolled up. Gonna have to switch out Baby for a rental one of these days. Don't like the way they hone in on her.”

You rolled your eyes. “Probably a good idea, especially if you need privacy.”

“Not really the point of this little arrangement is it?”

“Okay, but still, be safe.”

“With my car? Always.”

You smiled to yourself when there was a knock at your door.

“Somebody there?” You hadn’t realized he could hear it over the line.

“Just dinner.” You beelined through the living room, suddenly starving. You pinched your phone between your shoulder and your cheek as you unlocked the front door. 

“So, what? Just another night in for you? Lemme guess, messy bun and no bra, maybe some leggings?”

You made sure everything was in the bag where the driver left it and dragged it back to the kitchen for a plate. “Is this you asking me what I’m wearing?”

“Maybe.”

You stopped short, and had to lift the bag up onto the counter a second time to keep it from becoming one with the floor. “Ha, ha.”

“Come on, it’s not like I’m gonna do anything here. Just making conversation.”

You ground your teeth, anger spiking from this sudden turn into teasing. “Yeah, well, when it’s the closest thing to a come on I’ve had in months— it feels a little bit more than that.”

You feel the penny drop.

“Dry spell, huh? I was wondering about that.”

“Oh shut it. You’ve got a fairytale fake girlfriend and I’ve got a band to keep relevant, neither of us is really out there mingling.”

Dean cleared his throat. “You can take time off—- if you need, you know that right? Hell, find somebody’s discarded boyfriend backstage and burn off some steam or something. ‘S one of the perks of a tour.---- But take care of yourself first, alright?”

You look up at the ceiling at the rows of spotlights Dean installed, once upon a time, that framed the island and sighed. “I’m not discussing my sex life with you— like— ever again.”

“Come on, it’ll be fun. We’ll have a sleepover and braid Sam’s hair.”

You sputtered and then went back to dishing up your food.

“Muérdeme, Dean. Then we’d have to listen to all the kinky shit him and Madison are into, no thank you.”

“Touche.”

You heard Dean’s phone buzz with a notification. The metaphorical clock struck twelve.

“That’s Bela, isn’t it?”

“Yep. Okay, well, it’s been fun.”

You inhaled and sent him off, “go get ‘em, champ.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks again for the birthday shenanigans. I’ll see you next week?”

“I’ll be at rehearsal, but I’ve got calls and stuff scheduled throughout the day.”

“Sounds good. Have a good one.”

“You too.”

Something lingered between you in the silence and before you could say something you’d regret, you finally ended the call. It almost felt like he was waiting you out, making sure not to be the one that hung up first.

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Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Pt. 4

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Part 4.1: Manic Monday

Monday, March 13th, 1989

Your alarm goes off at 7:30am, and you reach for your bedside table clumsily. Your hand paws around it, before smacking the snooze button. You groan, not wanting to open your eyes. "Good morning, angel." You hear Eddie say sleepily. He kisses your neck, bringing you fully into reality. His lips feel like velvet against you, and you instinctively press your ass back into his crotch. You feel his erection poking into you, rubbing yourself against it. "Mmm, someone's horny this morning." Eddie coos at you, planting more kisses along your neck. You moan quietly, continuing to move against him. He groans into your skin, turning you onto your back to lay on top of you. Eddie kisses your lips deeply, quickly slipping his tongue in your mouth. You reach up to grip his head hungrily, bringing him closer to you. He breaks away to catch his breath, gazing into your eyes with a smile. "What's got you so feisty, baby?" He asks playfully.

"I was dreaming about you, Eddie. Kissing you, touching you, fucking you. It just wouldn't stop. I need you. Please?" You beg him to do something, anything. All night you'd been tormented by him, you're so wound up, it almost hurts.

"What time do you have to be in class?" He asks, glancing at the clock. It now reads 7:45.

"I don't have to be there until nine. We have time." You blink your eyelashes at him, pouting your lip slightly. He chuckles, rolling his eyes.

"Relax, Y/N. You don't have to tell me twice. How can I say no to the sexiest, most insatiable girl in the world, hm?" His lips meet yours again, harsher this time. You know you don't have a ton of time, so you frantically toss your shirt and panties away and Eddie takes off his boxers. He latches his lips to your neck, and you moan a little too loud. He looks at you, smirking. "Shh, baby. You gotta be quiet." He resumes his work, and you do your best to not make any noise. You grope his dick in your hand, pumping his length lazily. He strokes your slick folds, rubbing your clit with his thumb. You whimper quietly, holding back your moans. He slips a couple fingers into you, curling to hit your g spot just right.

"Eddie..." You sigh, pleasure washing over your body as he continues to work you with his fingers. Once you're very wet, Eddie takes his cock from your hand, sliding himself against your clit a few times. You both moan quietly at the feeling, kissing again to muffle your noises. He enters you with ease, and you groan into each other's mouths. He gives you a moment to adjust, gripping your hips. You wrap your legs around his waist, signaling for him to move.

His thrusts pound into you deep and fast, hitting your sweet-spot with every stroke. Eddie hates to rush when it comes to sex, but he won't risk making you late. Your nails dig into his back as his dick pumps in and out of you. He feels so fucking good inside you, it takes everything in you to keep kissing him to suppress the sounds you desperately want to let out. "Fuck, you're so wet for me. I'm so close already. Let me fuck you from behind, baby." He pants, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He pulls out of you temporarily, flipping you over.

You clumsily get onto your hands and knees, and Eddie grabs you roughly to slam his dick back inside you. "Shit." You hiss, trying not to scream at how amazing this new angle is. He thrusts even harder than before, chasing your high. You mutter obscenities through clenched teeth as you're pushed closer and closer to the edge. "Fuck. Eds. You. Feel. So. Good. Don't. Stop." You say in time with his thrusts. He keeps snapping his hips, plowing into you with almost inhuman speed. His balls slap against you, and you can feel them tightening. He's close, and you're not far behind him. He reaches a hand down to rub your clit as he continues to fuck you mercilessly.

"Cum with me, princess." He moans lowly in your ear, feeling his high overtake him. He maintains his pace to bring you with him, his words setting off fireworks inside your core as your own orgasm rips through you. Your breath catches in your throat as your legs begin to shake. Your walls clamp down onto Eddie's cock, and you can feel him empty his sticky load into you. He's still thrusting to prolong your highs, and the overstimulation makes you want to scream. You shove your face into the pillows to muffle the sound, your arousal spurting out of you around Eddie's length. "Shit, I'll never get tired of that." He manages to choke out as he feels the warm fluid wash over his dick. He stills inside you, collapsing over your back. He breathes heavily, waiting for the stars to clear from his vision.

You stay in position, panting for a moment. "What time is it?" You ask him, turning your head to breathe properly. Eddie looks at the clock, smirking at what it says.

"Only 8am, babydoll. Still have time for a quick shower and some breakfast to go." He kisses your back before pulling out of you, watching your mixed release drip from your pussy. He moans at the sight, tempted to lick you clean. He decides against it, it’ll only make you want to stay in bed together all day. "C’mon, sweetheart. Let's get you cleaned up." He helps you to your feet, but your legs feel like jelly. You stumble slightly, and Eddie catches you. "Jesus, how many times do I have to heroically catch you? You're like fuckin' Bambi." He says jokingly, and you roll your eyes.

"Well, pardon me for getting fucked into next week just a second ago." You snark, finally standing on your own. You grab your bathrobe from the hook on your door, covering yourself from Eddie's view. He whines, pulling you to him by the tie on the robe. He kisses you, holding your face in his hands. "Mmm, okay. We gotta focus. Do you wanna join me in the shower?" You gaze up at him as you place your hands on his chest to keep him at bay.

"I thought you'd never ask, baby. You got something I can throw on? I doubt Dustin wants to see 'little Eddie' swingin' around." He sways his hips to emphasize his point, making you laugh and shield your eyes in embarrassment.

"First, yes I do. Second, it's not little in any sense of the word. And third, please don't call it 'little Eddie' in front of me ever again." You go to your closet to dig out your spare robe. It's a bit small for him, barely covering his lower half. You take a moment to look him over, giggling at the sight. He's so cute standing there in the pink, frilly robe you used to wear when you were back in high school. "You look so pretty, baby. But, I wouldn't bend over around Mom or Dustin if I were you." You bite your lip as you tease him. He crosses his arms, unamused.

"I'll have you know, pink is definitely my color. It brings out my eyes." He poses dramatically, smirking at you. You giggle again, taking him by the hand. You both run across the hall into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door. You get the water running to warm it up, shedding your robe. You stand at the sink to brush your teeth until the shower is ready, looking at Eddie positioned behind you in the mirror's reflection. He's leaned against the wall, gazing at your ass in a most unsubtle way. He senses you've caught him, raising his eyes to meet yours. "Hey there, beautiful." He smiles at you, pleased with himself.

"Hey, handsome." You reply after spitting out your toothpaste. Eddie walks up behind you, letting his hands travel up and down your sides. His touch gives you a chill, and you watch him in the mirror. His lips meet your shoulder, placing kisses on your soft skin. You sigh blissfully, your head tilting to the side. He takes this as a sign to move on to your neck, worrying the flesh with his teeth to mark you with hickies. You moan quietly, realizing you're wasting time. "Mm, baby, come on. I can't be late."

"Just call in sick, sweetheart. We can stay in bed together." He tempts you, peering at you with hooded eyes. His offer was tempting, you'd like nothing more than to cling to him and fuck like feral animals all day. But you can't. You have to focus on school.

"Eddie, please." You whine, turning to face him. You look into his deep brown eyes, pleading with him to behave. "Believe me I want to, but I have to go in today. I've got that paper to turn in. When the day is over, I'm all yours. Okay?" You smile at him, but his expression has fallen into a frown. He pouts his lips at you, giving you puppy eyes. How is he so good at that? "Please? Let's get in before the hot water runs out." You pat his shoulders, moving past him to step under the showerhead.

He takes off his robe and follows behind you, shutting the shower curtain all the way. The water cascades over your bodies, soaking your hair. It's the perfect temperature, and you let it run over your face. "Which shampoo is yours?" Eddie asks quietly, your eyes opening at his words. You gaze over his body, his wet hair, he looks so different like this. Beautiful.

"The purple one." You answer. He picks up the bottle, squirting some shampoo into his hand.

"Turn around, princess." He says, setting the bottle down. You turn your back to him, and his hands come up to massage the soap into your hair. His fingers feel so good against your scalp, you can't help moaning at his touch. "You like that?" He whispers in your ear. Jesus, this man can make anything feel sexy. You hum in response, and his hands leave you. You rinse your hair, and Eddie starts shampooing himself.

"Oh, I thought you'd want me to do that." You point out as the lather from your hair runs down the drain.

"Maybe next time, sweetheart. We're on a time crunch, remember?" He winks at you before switching places to rinse his thick curls. You can't help staring at Eddie as he washes the shampoo away, the water flowing over him makes his body look so good. You're enamored by him, he could be doing absolutely nothing and it would make you swoon. You both rush through the rest of your shower, realizing you're probably running late at this point.

You wrap up in a towel, tossing one to Eddie who wears it around his waist. He follows you back to your room, and you check the clock. 8:15. "Shit, gotta hurry." You frantically dig through your dresser to find some clothes, and Eddie calmly throws on something from his bag.

"There's no need to rush, baby. It's only a couple minutes to the college in the van. You're not on bike time anymore." He assures as he slips a Metallica t-shirt over his head.

"Sorry. I'm just used to being in a rush all the time. Even when I have two hours, it feels like it's only twenty minutes." You sigh, putting on a fresh bra and some panties. You feel Eddie's eyes burning into your back again, turning to face him. "What?" You ask, finding his expression odd.

"Nothin’." He shakes his head, drying his hair a bit more with his towel. "Just…concerned, I guess?" He tosses the towel into your hamper before zipping up his bag.

"What for?" You ask as you cross your arms, already knowing the answer.

"You know. You're an anxious person, it makes me nervous." He says quietly, avoiding your gaze. Great, you're scaring him again.

"Is it too much for you? It's okay if it is. I get it." You turn away again, pulling out some jeans and a light sweater to wear. You can't help being hurt by his words, but you know you can't expect him to take on your anxieties.

He sighs. "No一 sweetheart, that's not what I meant. I just hate seein’ you all worked up. It can't be pleasant for you. And the thought of you hurting inside, well, I一 I don't like it." Your mouth drops open at his words, realizing he truly cares for you. You can't believe it one bit, you probably never will. You keep dressing, and Eddie makes his way over to you. He waits until you're fully clothed before wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, holding you close to him. You sigh contentedly in the embrace, placing your hands over his. He rests his head on your shoulder, sharing a look in the mirror again. "I care about you, Y/N. To a ridiculous degree. I know I can't make all your problems go away, but I want to be there for you through them. If you'll have me."

"Shit, you really are a big softy aren't you, Munson?" You nuzzle your head against his, smiling giddily. You give him a kiss on the cheek, and he tightens his grip on you.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't go tellin’ anybody, or there will be hell to pay." He smirks playfully.

"Who would I tell, Eds? My lab partner?" You reply sarcastically. You wriggle from his grasp to make sure your schoolbag is packed, tossing your notebook into it.

"Hey, uh, while you're at it, you wanna pack some extra clothes?" He asks as he zips up his dufflebag. You stare at him, confused what he means by that.

"What for?" You continue gathering the various things you need for the day.

“I figured you could stay at my place tonight. If you want." He shrugs casually. Your eyes widen at his suggestion. You hadn't even thought about Eddie showing you where he lives, let alone having you spend the night with him.

"You sure your uncle won't mind?"

"Nah, he works nights, so we'll have the place to ourselves. I figure we can watch a movie, order some pizza, and spend some quality time together." He smiles as he speaks, his eyes glowing with affection.

"Eddie Munson! Are you asking me on a date?" Feigned shock permeates your tone. He scoffs at you.

"If you wanna be technical, yes. But it's just my trailer, so it's not much of a date. Smartass." He shakes his head, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "You gonna come over or not?" He twists one of his rings around on his finger, anxiously waiting for you to give him a straight answer.

"Of course I am! It'll be nice to be alone for a night. And pizza and a movie sounds great." You quickly grab some extra clothes and toiletries and shove them into the bottom of your bag. You're so excited to stay over at Eddie's place, you can't wait to see what his room is like. You have an idea pictured vivdily in your head, but you can't be sure until you see it for yourself. You glance at the clock again as you close your bag. 8:30am. "Alright, I'm all packed up. Let's grab something to eat." You take his hand and walk with him to the kitchen. Mom and Dustin are sitting on the couch having some Eggos. "How does a pop tart sound, baby?" You suggest, and he smiles.

"Sounds just fine, darling." He gives you a peck on the lips before you head over to the cabinet. He playfully smacks your ass as you walk away. You can't help giggling like a teenager at his antics, butterflies fluttering around your insides. You put the pastry into the toaster, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl on the island for yourself. You lean against the counter, taking a large bite. The juice drips down your chin, and you quickly wipe it away. Eddie walks over to you silently, standing beside you. He takes your free hand in his, squeezing it tight. "Hey." He says quietly.

"Hey." You reply, taking another bite of apple. You both stand together in silence, just enjoying being next to each other. You wish you could spend every morning like this, the air between you is calm and content. You get lost in thought for a moment, picturing how you two first met. You continue munching on your apple as your mind swirls with the memory.

"Where are you going, nerd?" You walk down the hall of Hawkins High, clutching your books to your chest. You try your best to ignore the voice calling to you, you don't like confrontation. "I SAID, where do you think you're going?!" You feel the collar of your shirt being pulled backwards, taking you by surprise. You try your best to keep walking, but you're stuck in place. The other students in the hall watch you struggle to break free, laughing at your plight. The hand gripping you drags you down onto the floor. Your head hits the linoleum tiles hard, making your head pound. You cry out in pain, looking up into the eyes of Jason Carver. He's scowling down at you, his expression instilling fear into you.

"Please, just leave me alone. I have to get to class." You say meekly, wishing this was all a bad dream. He laughs in your face, as do the onlookers. He crouches down to get closer to you.

"Is that so, metalmouth?" He grabs your face, squeezing your lips to reveal the braces you wore freshman year. "’Cuz according to my schedule, you're due for a checkup. You ever play 'doctor' before, Y/N?" He asks, looking your body over. You just shake your head, tears flowing from your eyes. He laughs again. “I didn't think so. You're not the kind of girl that most guys go for. But, I suppose I could take pity on you…have my way with you." His hand travels down to the hem of your shirt, playing with the idea of exposing your skin to everyone. You feel sick, frozen in place on the floor. Your eyes dart around the hall, begging for someone to help you. But they all just smirk, enjoying your humiliation. Jason is just about to snake his hand under your shirt, when you hear another voice yell out.

"Don't fucking touch her!" Everyone's eyes snap to see who would dare challenge the one and only Jason Carver, the only boy in Hawkins High history to make varsity in his freshman year. You look over to see Eddie standing a few feet away from the scene, fists balled at his sides. His hair was a little shorter back then, just barely below his ears. He was two years ahead of you, so he was a bit taller than Jason.

"What's that, freak? Is she your girlfriend or something?" Jason taunts, causing the hallway to erupt in laughter. Your eyes plead with Eddie's, and he subtly nods at you.

"Nah, man. She's totally outta my league. And she's most definitely out of yours." He retorts, gaining an 'OOH' from the crowd. Jason stands, strutting over to Eddie angrily. Eddie peers down at him with a callous grin. You sit up to watch this play out, but your legs refuse to let you stand up. "Not to mention, it's kinda fucked up to feel a girl up like that. You could at least buy her dinner first." He chuckles, waiting for Jason to blow his top.

"You wanna go, Munson? I can take you down, no problem!" Jason yells through gritted teeth. He may be shorter than Eddie, but being a sport has its perks. He’s pretty built for a freshman, and has plenty of raging testosterone to hold his own in a fight.

"Bring it on, pipsqueak. I'll wipe the floor with you." Eddie moves closer, doing his best to intimidate Jason. It seems to work, as Jason's first blow is a slap to Eddie's cheek. Laughter breaks out again. It makes a loud smacking sound, though Eddie seems unphased. "Jesus, Carver, I always knew you were a little bitch." He chuckles, before punching Jason square in the jaw. The boy falls backwards onto the floor, holding his face. His lip is busted open from Eddie's rings, blood drips from the cut onto the floor. "How disappointing." Eddie sneers at him, walking past in victory. The hallway is silent, most of the kids glaring at Eddie for striking down their little hero.

"You'll pay for that, freak! Just you wait!" Jason calls from behind him, a couple of the other jocks helping him from the floor.

"I'm lookin’ forward to it!" Eddie yells back, finding this whole situation rather uninteresting. He stands before you, extending his hand. "May I help you up, pretty lady?" He smiles kindly at you, his eyes a warm shade of brown. You nod, taking his offer immediately. He helps you to your feet before bending down to gather your books. You offer to help, but he waves you off. He returns your belongings to your arms. "Mind if I walk you to class?" He asks, clasping his hands behind his back.

"S-Sure." You reply sheepishly. You walk down the hall together, his hand gently placed on your back. You find his touch comforting, but you can't help feeling a bit warmer than usual.

"The name's Eddie, by the way. Eddie Munson." He says, prompting you to tell him yours.

"Oh, I'm Y/N. Henderson. It's nice to meet you." You introduce yourself, still feeling rather shaken.

"That's a pretty name. Makes sense for such a pretty girl." He says, politely looking you up and down. You blush, turning your head away sheepishly.

"Oh, stop! I can't be that pretty with all this shit in my mouth." You show him your teeth to emphasize your point.

"Let's agree to disagree." He smiles, trying not to make you uncomfortable.

"Thank you, by the way. For helping me." You brush some loose hair behind your ear. "I'm worried what the sports might do to pay you back later, though."

"Nah, don't worry about it. I'm pretty scrappy, I can take the whole team." He playfully boxes the air. You laugh at his dramatics, accidentally snorting. You gasp, embarrassed for sounding like that in front of him.

"Sorry. God, that's embarrassing." You look down at your books, avoiding his gaze.

"Don't apologize. I think it's cute." He leans down to look at your face. "I mean it, Y/N." You stare at him, shocked he isn't disgusted by you.

"Thanks, Eddie. You're really sweet, I didn't expect that." You smile warmly.

"I may look mean and scary, but that's just to keep assholes like Jason at bay. I can't stand bullies, man." His brows furrow at that thought, you can see he's very passionate about standing up for the geeks and the freaks.

"Well, that's very noble of you. At least someone has a shred of basic human decency in this town. All those other kids just stood by and watched Jason make a fool out of me." You can't help the tears running down your cheeks again.

"Hey, don't worry about them. They're just following the pack, it's what animals do." He puts his arm around you, gripping your shoulder. You realize you've reached your class, but you don't want Eddie to leave.

"Well, this is me. Thanks again, Eddie. I'll see you around, I hope." You smile at him, wiping your tears away.

"No trouble at all, Y/N. See you later." He says, turning on his heels to go his own way. You can't help watching him walk away before the bell rings. He’s really something else. In a school full of inactive assholes, he’s your knight in shining armor. You hurry to your desk, proceeding to struggle with focusing on the lesson, and not on a certain metalhead savior, for the entire class period.

A few hours later once school let out, you noticed Eddie limping to his van in the parking lot. He had a black eye, and a large cut on his cheek. He looked like a wounded animal. You run over to him, asking what happened. He said it was fine, the jocks got him back for giving Jason a face-lift. You couldn't help bursting into tears again, apologizing over and over to him.

He kept reassuring you it was fine, but you refused to believe that. He was seriously hurt, wincing at every movement. He didn't care about that, but you did. You told him to not help you again, that you would stand up for yourself so he doesn't get beat up so badly. He tried to convince you otherwise, but you wouldn't hear it. You couldn't let someone get themselves put in the hospital for you, you didn't want to be a burden.

You insisted that you would take on whatever came your way alone. He didn't want to listen to your wishes, but you wouldn't stop pleading with him to stay out of your conflicts from then on. He kept going back and forth with you on it, but you couldn't keep fighting with him. All you wanted was to go home and forget this day ever happened. You turned and ran away from him, crying so hard you could vomit. He called after you, but you just kept running all the way home. He kicked the side of his van angrily, yelping at the pain it caused.

From that day forward, he did as you asked. You handled things yourself when it came to bullies, ending up with plenty of wounds and bruises of your own. He'd always be watching close by, though, ready to jump in to help if you wanted him. But you never did, you couldn't bear the thought of him taking a beating on your behalf again. It always broke his heart to see you struggle all alone.

The toaster goes off, startling you out of your reminiscing. You take the pop tarts out, ignoring how hot they are. You put them on a paper towel, handing it over to Eddie. He takes them gratefully, kissing your forehead. "You were daydreaming again, baby. Where'd you go?" He asks, taking a bite out of the tart. "Ow, hot!" He yelps, chewing obnoxiously with his mouth open to cool the food down.

"Nowhere, really. I was just thinking about the first time we met." You reply, scrunching your nose at his impolite chewing. You finish off your apple, tossing the core into the trash.

"Sorry, I should've let it cool off. First meeting, huh?" He asks, nudging you to get moving. You both grab your bags, heading for the door.

"Hey, Mom, Dusty, we're heading out now. I'm gonna spend the night at Eddie's, I hope that's okay." You say as you slip into your shoes.

"Oh, of course! That's just fine! Have a good day, sugarpuff!" Mom beams at you, excited that you're going to spend more time with your man. You roll your eyes at her enthusiasm, opening the front door to leave.

"Bye now! See you tomorrow." You call to them as you walk outside.

"Thanks for letting me stay over, Ms. Henderson. And I'll see ya ‘round, Dustin." Eddie waves to them before following you, shutting the door behind him. You make your way to the van, climbing into the passenger seat. Eddie gets in on the other side, tossing his bag into the back. "You alright?" He asks as he starts the engine.

"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine." You say plainly, but he's not convinced.

"Be honest with me, Y/N. Please? What's your deal today?" He furrows his eyebrows as he drives, annoyed at you being so cagey.

"I just...I was thinking about how dumb I was that day. I blamed myself for the jocks beating you up because you helped me." You pick at your hands, sighing.

"Believe me, I remember. And it wasn't dumb, you were just scared. I would've been, too, if the roles were reversed. That was years ago, anyway. There's no need to dwell on it." He puts a hand on your thigh, trying to comfort you.

"I know. I'm just sorry for being so fucking stubborn. I literally let people beat my ass to spare yours. But you were always there, waiting to help me. Mom would be furious with me for 'getting into fights', she figured it was a behavioral problem after my father skipping out on us." You roll your eyes, shaking your head in self-annoyance.

"It's alright, angel. That's all over now, and we're right where we're supposed to be." He squeezes your leg before returning his hand to the wheel. You nod again, humming in agreement. You still don't feel resolved on the issue, but you find it best to put it behind you. The remainder of your trip to the college is pretty quiet, save for Eddie humming along to the stereo. He pulls into the lot in front of the school, putting the van in park. "You gonna be alright today, princess? Got me all worried about you again." He asks, turning to you. You meet his gaze, putting on a fake smile.

"I'm fine, Eds. Really. I'll see you later, okay?" You lean forward for a kiss, pressing your lips to his. He returns it, cupping your cheek with his ringed hand. You break away shortly after, slinging your bag over your shoulders. "Bye, Eddie."

"Later, sweetheart. Have a good day." He says before you shut the door. You wave at him as he drives away, and he waves back. His face falls when he's out of your view, though, he knows you weren't being completely honest with him. He’s frustrated by it, aware you don't mean to be hurtful. But he can't help feeling like you don't trust him, despite everything he's done to prove that you can. He sighs, making a note to have a serious talk with you later about it.

Your smile fades as he leaves, you hate hiding things from Eddie. But you can't help feeling unworthy of him, and you're worried he'll soon realize it, too. Then he'll break your heart, leaving you in the dust. You're entirely sure he'll confront you about lying again later tonight, and you dread that moment more than anything.

Part 4.2: Little Lies

You're feeling the exact opposite way than you did on Friday. You watch the clock tick by too fast, begging it to slow down. You're dreading having a serious conversation with Eddie, but you sense it coming a mile away. Your stomach is doing flips, and you don't want to deal with it right now. You just want to have fun, and be happy for once. But you can tell that Eddie is probably disappointed in you for being dishonest. You put on the appearance of being fine and put together through your classes. You answer as many questions posed by professors that you can, taking notes diligently. But it's all just a distraction from your problem.

Before you know it, you're in biology again, handing in the paper you finished last night. Only a couple more hours to go until you see Eddie again. Of course, you want to be with him, because you care for him. But this evening might not be as sweet as you'd hoped. You feel a bit sick, your nerves threatening to take hold again. You do everything you can to steady your breathing, and calm your heart pounding in your chest. Focus on the professor, take your notes. Forget about Eddie right now. You attempt to convince yourself that everything is fine, and no matter how tonight goes, you won't lose him. Despite this, you worry that you might. Ugh, shut up, stupid brain. Focus, focus, focus. You pinch the bridge of your nose, your head starting to pound. Great, another headache.

You look up at the clock, 3:29pm. One more minute. You stare at the second hand moving around the circumference of the clock, trying to still it using your mind. But it's to no avail, it continues to move, inching closer and closer to 3:30. You sigh as it signals the end of the day, lazily gathering your books. The other students move quickly, rushing into the halls to make their way home. You get out of your stool, shoving your things into your bag. You say goodbye to your professor, joining the buzzing bodies in the hall.

You absent-mindedly make your way out of the building, not even looking up to see Eddie waiting outside the van for you. He takes notice of you, calling your name. "Y/N! How's my sexy girl?" He grins at you. You look up at him, smiling weakly. His expression drops, taking a drag from his cigarette. You struggle to keep your feet moving to meet him, but you manage to make it and lean against the van next to him. "How'd your classes go today, baby?" Eddie leans in to give you a kiss, and you happily take it. "I missed you today, couldn't stop thinkin' about you." He grins, softly stroking your arm.

"I missed you too, Eds. And classes went fine, boring as usual." You reply, sighing.

"You sound stressed, angel. Need a smoke?" He pulls the pack out, and you take the cigarette he digs out into your mouth without even thinking about it. He lights it for you, and you unconsciously inhale as you stare into space. “You're hiding again." He calls you out. 

You take the cig between your fingers, exhaling a large cloud of smoke."Can we talk about it later? I know we need to, but I want to wait until we get to your place." Your voice comes out shaky, despite trying to steady yourself.

"That's fine. Seems like you had a long day." He replies quietly, flicking the carcass of his cigarette away. "Get in, baby. You can finish that in the van." You nod your head, turning to open the passenger door. You climb in, tossing your bag carelessly into the back. You crank the window down a bit to allow any smoke out. Eddie climbs in opposite you, quickly shifting gears to pull out of the parking lot. You keep smoking in silence, unsure of what to say.

"So, what did you get up to all day?" You ask, daring to glance at him as you're riding down the road.

"Um, had a couple deals today, a short shift at the movie theater. Not much else, just been waiting for you." He says, smiling at you. You smile back, putting a hand on his knee. "Feelin’ a little better?"

"Kinda. I dunno. But, wait. Do you wear one of those cute vests at the theater, and a bowtie?" You ask, giggling at the thought of Eddie being forced into anything even resembling a uniform.

"Yes, I do. I fuckin' hate it. Damn tie always feels like it's chokin’ me. I have to tie my hair back, too. Boss says it's ‘more professional’, or whatever."

"No fucking way! Oh, Eddie, you have to show me! I bet you look so handsome in it!" You're gushing at the thought of seeing him dressed so differently. He scoffs at you.

"Trust me, you do not wanna see that. I look like a total dweeb in it." He protests, adamant that you should never, ever see him like that.

"Oh, Eddie, please? You look sexy in anything, and in nothing at all!" Your hand moves to his thigh, squeezing it gently. You bat your eyes at him, pouting your lips as much as you can. 

He rolls his eyes, admitting defeat. "Fuck, fine! But you need to talk to me. Right now. Does that sound like a fair trade?" 

Dammit. You didn't expect him to bring up the 'talk' again. But you suppose it's only right. "Deal. What do you wanna know?" You slouch back into your chair, finishing your cigarette and putting it out in the ashtray. Your hand leaves Eddie's lap, awaiting his questions.

"Well, first, why do you insist on lying to me about your feelings?" His eyes are trained on the road, but he'd be staring deeply into yours if it wouldn't cause an accident.

You consider your words carefully, not wanting to ruin things between you. "I really don't mean to be dishonest, Eddie. I just don't want to be a burden on you." You shrug as your eyes fall to your lap, fingers picking at the tear in your jeans.

"I get that, Y/N. But you are far from a burden, I promise. Didn't I tell you earlier that I want to be there for you no matter what? It's kinda rude to ignore that for the sake of being stubborn." He thinks for a moment, before asking something else. "What are you so afraid of?"

You're surprised at how observant Eddie is, it's a bit eerie at times. He's barely known you intimately, and he's already sussed you out extremely well. "I'm scared of you growing tired of me. Or realizing I'm not good enough for you. I'm scared of you leaving." You curse the tears that start to sting your eyes. "I really like you, Eds. I don't wanna lose you. I know it's only been a couple of days, and I'm being totally crazy. But, I feel like I'm falling so hard for you, and I don't want to mess it up." You sniffle, wiping your eyes. You feel Eddie's hand on your thigh now, and he glances at you as much as he can.

"Sweetheart, I'm not gonna get tired of you, or leave you. And if anyone is too good for anybody, it's the other way around. You're not crazy, ‘kay? I really like you, too. As I've told you, more than once. Maybe you don't see it, but I'm just as scared as you are. New relationships are kinda terrifying, and there's a lot of unanswerable questions. But, if we communicate honestly with each other, we won't mess it up." Eddie's hand strokes you, trying to comfort you as best he can while driving. "Can we both agree to do that, Y/N?"

"Yeah, and I'm sorry. God, I gotta stop crying every time I'm with you!" You chuckle lightly as you wipe your eyes again. Eddie laughs too, and the air clears between the two of you. There's no more negativity charging the atmosphere, like lightning waiting to strike you down.

A few minutes later, Eddie's pulling the van up to his trailer. "Behold, my castle!" He gestures at it dramatically, flashing you a goofy grin. "It's not much, but it's got a place to sleep." He puts the van into park, hopping out onto the dead grass. He runs over to your side, opening the door for you. "My lady." He bows to you, making you laugh. You reach for your bag and get out to join him. He shuts the door, wrapping an arm around your waist. He gives you a quick kiss, leading you inside the trailer. He opens the door, holding it for you.

"Such a gentleman!" You tease, gushing at how cute he's being. You walk inside, taking in Eddie's home. He walks in behind you, shutting the door. Things look about how you'd expect, it’s a humble home. A collection of cups and hats lines the walls and shelves, you're guessing they belong to Eddie's uncle. There's a couch, a recliner, a tv, a simple kitchen, and more rooms down the hallway. You're guessing a bathroom, and Eddie's bedroom.

"What do you think, angel?" Eddie says, standing behind you. He puts his hands on your shoulders, putting a warm kiss on your neck. His touch gives you a shiver, distracting you from answering.

"It's just about what I expected, Eds. It's simple, but warm and cozy." You sigh out as his lips continue to move on your neck. You hear someone else in the trailer as the toilet flushes in the bathroom. You stand up straight, startled by the noise. An older man walks out into the living room, who must be his uncle.

"Well, hey, there. I'm guessin' you're the girl Eddie was tellin' me about earlier. What's your name again? Sorry, the old trap ain't as steel as it used to be." His uncle taps the side of his head as he speaks. He reaches a hand out to shake, and you happily take it.

"I'm Y/N. It's very nice to meet you. Wayne, right?" You gently let go of his hand.

"That's right, he told me you were a sharp one." Wayne smiles, putting his hands in his pockets. Eddie stands beside you, feeling embarrassed. You turn your head to look at him, surprised to hear he's been telling his uncle about you. He meets your gaze, turning red as a tomato. "Well, hot damn! I never seen a girl make you blush like that before, kid." Wayne laughs. "That must mean you're a real special one, Y/N. Don't screw it up, Edward."

You almost burst out laughing at Wayne calling him by his full name, but the look on Eddie's face tells you to keep it under control. "I'll try not to, Wayne." He mumbles, shuffling his feet nervously. "Well, uh...we'll be in my room. And we're gonna order a pizza in a bit. You want me to get you anything?"

"No, I'm okay. That shit gives me the runs. I 'preciate you thinkin' of me, though." Wayne shakes his head, waving a hand to dismiss the idea.

"Charming, Wayne." Eddie smiles wryly, taking your hand to lead you to his room.

"It was nice to meet you!" You call to his uncle, trying your best to be polite as Eddie pulls you down the hallway. He doesn't stop until he tosses you onto the bed, shutting the door. "Jeez, what's gotten into you?" You giggle, watching Eddie slump against the door. He meets your eyes, an odd expression on his face. "What's wrong, baby?" You ask, patting a spot on the bed next to you. He joins you, and you rest your head on his shoulder.

"Sorry about him, he doesn't get out much." Eddie says simply, taking you by surprise. You sit up straight again, your brows furrowing at him.

"I don't know what you mean, Eds. He seems perfectly nice. A little old-fashioned, sure, but he's very welcoming." You hold Eddie's hand, rubbing your thumb across his fingers. "Are you embarrassed or something? Because he told me you were telling him all about me today?"

"Maybe." He grumbles, making you laugh. He glares at you.

"Oh, don’t be like that.” You tut at him for his attitude. “You've seen my embarrassing family. It's only fair I get to see yours. But, that's not embarrassing, anyway, It's really sweet. It was a bit funny when he called you 'Edward', though." You can't help chuckling. 

Eddie launches up off the bed suddenly, his face scrunching in anger. "Don’t call me that! I hate it! Wayne can, because he raised me. But don't you ever, ever use that name!" He shouts, taking you by surprise. You've never seen Eddie become this irrationally angry before. And it’s honestly a bit scary, with his brows knit and nostrils flared as he yells. You can’t figure out why his full name would set him off, but there must be a good reason.

Your mouth sits open for a moment as you work out what to say. "I'm sorry, Eddie. I didn't know, I didn't think it would upset you this much.” You speak softly to calm him down. “But, you're scaring me here. Can you tell me why you don't like it?" 

“Um…” He stares at you with wide eyes, shocked at himself for exploding like that. He's so wound up, over a name? 

"Baby, please? Just talk to me. We have to communicate, remember?" You remind him of the promise you both made just minutes ago, urging him to rejoin your side.

 He sits back down next to you, taking your hands in his. His expression changes, far more sad now. His big doe eyes lock with yours, giving you an apologetic look. "I'm sorry for blowing up like that, Y/N. I didn't mean to.” He pauses, wondering how much he should tell you. “I just really hate that name. Hearing it from my parents meant I was in trouble. The problem is, I was always in trouble. Even when I didn't do anything. I hear 'Edward', and that means I'm getting a beating." He painfully explains.

Your heart breaks for him, it's no wonder he’s reacted in such a way. You pull him close, hugging him tightly. He returns the embrace, nuzzling his head into your neck. "Oh, Eddie. I'm so sorry, I had no idea. I promise I'll never call you that, ever. I won't even think of it." You insist, holding him even tighter.

"Y/N, you're kinda suffocating me here." Eddie struggles for breath. You loosen your grip, meeting his eyes again.

"Sorry, darling." You reply quietly. You can't help wondering what happened to his parents, but you figure that's a talk for another day. You decide to change the subject. "Hey, you promised to show me your uniform!" Eddie rolls his eyes, regretting telling you about it at all.

He groans loudly. "Fine, fine. Just wait here, I keep it in the hall closet. And no peeking!" He promptly gets up, leaving the room. He closes the door behind him, and you take a moment to curiously look around his room. There's numerous posters and banners on the wall, and some drawings Eddie's made. You admire the intricate details, amazed at his skill. You think about how you'd like to watch him draw something. There's a few guitars in the room, and clothes strewn about everywhere. Eddie's pretty messy, it seems, but you didn't expect much else. You look over at his nightstand, there's an ashtray with half-smoked cigarettes in it, a small box of condoms, some aviators, and a magazine titled Heavy Metal.

You figure it's a music magazine, so you flip through some of the pages. You couldn't be more wrong, but the contents are certainly intriguing. It's more like a comic book, and there's lots of busty women riding dragons and horses in it. Typical Eddie, he loves fantasy and titties. You turn the page over, finding explicit images of sex and violence. It's not all that shocking to you, you can see the appeal. You continue reading, enthralled with the stories being told within the thin pages. You don't even notice Eddie reentering the room, or his eyes going wide as he sees what you've found.

"Doing a little light reading, baby?" He asks, smirking. You flick your eyes up to glance at him, unashamed of being caught snooping.

"Yep, this is actually pretty interesting. There's more boobs than I was expecting, but not bad." You say casually, setting the magazine down. You slyly smile at him, amused with yourself. "It's pretty hot, actually."

"Is that so? It must be pretty titillating if you haven't taken notice of my uniform yet." He leans against the door, crossing his arms. You take a moment to look him over, a dopey grin spreading on your face. He's got his hair pulled back into a thick ponytail, and his clothes are so different from what you've seen him in before. A red vest on top of a white dress shirt, with a small bowtie resting at his collar. Black slacks on his legs, with a simple black belt holding them up. He's even got shiny black dress shoes on.

"Oh my God, Eddie! You’re so adorable!" You gush, hopping off the bed to put your hands on him. He rolls his eyes, blushing again.

"I don't know about that. The shirt is really itchy, and the pants do nothing for my ass." He quips, making you both laugh. Your hands rest flat on his chest, and you press your body against his as you lean in for a kiss. Your lips meet, moving against each other roughly. Eddie pulls away, chuckling lowly. "You like it that much, huh?" His forehead rests against yours.

"What can I say? I like a man in uniform." You giggle at your own bad joke, wanting to keep kissing and touching him. But Eddie stops you, making you whine.

"Relax, angel. As much as I'd like to let you mess me all up, I can't or the boss'll kill me. Lemme change real quick, and then we can pick this up." He pecks your lips, leaving the room again. 

You sigh, falling back onto the bed. You decide to tempt Eddie when he comes back, so you quickly take off your shirt and toss it to the floor. You keep everything else on, wanting Eddie to remove it for you in a minute. You pose yourself like the women you just saw in the magazine, making yourself look as sexy as possible. A few minutes later, you hear a knock on the door. "Come in." You smile as you expect Eddie to come walking in.

"Hey, I think you left this at the front door. Wasn't sure where you wanted it." You hear Wayne say as he enters the room. His eyes widen, your bag dropping from his hand to the floor. "Shit! I’m so sorry, Y/N." He clumsily apologizes, shielding his eyes.

"Oh, God!" You cry out, covering your chest with your arms. Wayne stumbles backwards out of the room, quickly shutting the door. You’re absolutely mortified. You didn't mean for Eddie’s uncle to see you like this. Your cheeks burn in shame, and you desperately try to find your shirt in the piles of clothes on the floor.

"What the hell is going on?" Eddie asks from outside of the room.

"I-I'm sorry, Ed. Think I, uh, walked in on somethin' intended for you. She-She left her bag at the door, and I just wanted to, uh, put it in your room for her.” Wayne stammers, before falling into wheezing laughter when he realizes how silly this is. “Jesus, you’re a lucky young man, Edward!" He chuckles, clapping Eddie on the shoulder as he walks away. You become even more embarrassed at his words, covering your face with a pillow. You don't think you'll ever be able to look Wayne in the eye again. Eddie walks in, seeing you hiding.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" He carefully asks. He’s been caught naked by Wayne a number of times, it’s bound to happen when living in such close quarters. Nonetheless, he’s well aware of how uncomfortable it is. He sits at the foot of the bed, stroking your ankles. 

"No…” You groan, tossing the pillow away from your face. “I'm so embarrassed. I thought it was you coming back. I was gonna surprise you, seduce you by posing like the girls in the magazine. But now I feel very stupid and as far out of the mood as you can possibly get." You want nothing more than to crawl under a rock and never come out again. "And I can't find my fucking shirt." You gesture in resignation at the piles of clothes, unsure of where your top could be located.

"I'll find it for you, princess. And it's okay, just a simple misunderstanding. Wayne is just as freaked as you are, though he chooses to make light of situations like this." Eddie stands again, digging around in the heaps of laundry, finding your item of clothing rather easily. "Here you go, baby." He hands it to you with a kind smile, and you quickly pull it over your head. You take off your shoes, placing them next to the bed neatly. Eddie kicks his own off in opposite directions, not concerned about finding them later.

You both lay down, facing each other. "So, what do you want on the pizza?" You ask him, curious to find out more things he likes.

"Doesn't matter to me, as long as it's not pineapple…or anchovies." He scrunches his face, disgusted at the thought of fruit and fish on pizza. "What about you?"

"Well, pepperoni and mushroom is my favorite. Is that alright?" You ask, scooting closer to him. You let your hand lazily stroke his chest over his shirt, your fingertips picking up his pulse as they drag along the fabric.

"Sounds great, angel. It's a bit early to order it now, though, but we can do something else in the meantime." He grins at you, pulling you even closer to him. You both chuckle lightly, gazing into each other's eyes. Your legs weave with his, and your breathing syncs into a steady pace.

"I really like it here, Eddie. You and Wayne seem to have a good relationship, despite him being a little blunt. But it feels like home." You say sweetly.

"I'm glad you're comfortable here, Y/N. You definitely lighten the place up. I’ve never really considered it 'home' before, but having you here makes it feel like it could be." His hand cups your cheek, maneuvering to the back of your neck to bring your head closer. He presses his lips to yours, making your heart melt. Your mouths move against each other, the temperature of the room rising. Eddie rolls the two of you over so he's laying on top. You moan into the kiss, putting your arms around his shoulders.

You're enjoying being so close with Eddie, so warm and safe. But you don't really want to go any further than kissing tonight. You don't want to deny him, he seems very eager to please you. But you feel like you need things to cool down if this relationship is going to last. The two of you had sex so quickly, which you don't mind. But you're worried that's all this will be, just sex and nothing else. You gently break away, looking deep into his eyes. "Hey, Eds?"

"Yes, sweetheart?" He smiles down at you, brushing the hair out of your face.

"Can we...cool off?" You ask nervously, worried that he'll be disappointed. But his face doesn't change, and he nods.

"’Course. We can do whatever you want. I'll never want you to be intimate with me if you’re not into it." He gets off of you, going back to his original position. "Can I get you something to drink? I believe we've got beer, apple juice, or shitty tap water."

"Beer sounds great, Eds. Thank you."

"That's my girl. I'll be right back." He kisses your cheek, climbing off the bed to get your drink. You watch as he leaves the room, your head falling back onto the pillow when he shuts the door. You stare at the ceiling until he returns, your thoughts drifting aimlessly. Eddie quickly comes back with two beers in his hands. He passes one off to you, plopping down onto the mattress again.

"Thanks." You take a swig from the bottle, and some beer drips down your chin. You're about to wipe it away when Eddie leans in and licks it off for you. "Behave yourself, Eds." You warn playfully, taking another drink.

"Sorry. You're just so irresistible." He smirks at you, unashamed of his antics. You roll your eyes at him. The two of you spend the next few hours talking, getting to know each other better. The subjects vary between music, movies, likes or dislikes in people, what you want out of life. You could talk forever and never be bored, but your stomach has other ideas.

"I guess it's time to order that pizza, hm?" You ask as your belly makes a gurgling sound.

"Sounds like a plan, I'm starving. I'll go make the call, pepperoni and mushroom, right?" He questions, remembering what you told him earlier. You nod, and you exchange another kiss before he leaves the room again. 

You're feeling a bit like a fixture in Eddie's room with how many times he's left you alone in it. You're not offended by it, it just feels strange. You decide to venture out and join Eddie in the livingroom. You walk down the hall, finding him standing by the phone. He's so cute when he doesn't notice you're looking at him. He finishes ordering, setting the receiver back in its cradle.

"How long until it gets here?" You ask, startling him.

"Jesus! Shit, Y/N, you scared me!” Eddie gasps, nearly jumping out of his skin.

"Sorry.” You apologize, putting your hands behind your back bashfully.

He takes a breath to calm his racing heart, his expression softening. “Got bored waiting in there?"  He asks as he sidles up to you, putting his hands on your waist. Wayne’s already left for work, so the two of you are all alone in the trailer for the night.

“I might have been feeling a bit like one of your piles of clothes. But, I figure I could get a little more familiar with your home, if I'm gonna be hanging around here sometimes." You sling your arms around his neck, gazing lovingly into his eyes. "You should really clean your room, by the way. I don't know how you find anything in there." You chuckle, and he joins you.

"Does it bother you that much? Damn, and here I thought being a slob would be a panty-dropper." He jokes, tickling your sides.

"Eddie! Stop it!" You squeal as he wiggles his fingers around your stomach, relentlessly making you laugh until you can't breathe. You instinctively drop to the floor to escape him, but he just pins you down. He sits on top for you, continuing his assault. His hands wander to your neck, and behind your knees. You're thrashing erratically, doing everything you can to escape. "Eddie! Stop! Please! I'm begging you!" You pant out, trying to reason with him.

"Not a chance! I've got you right where I want you." He laughs maniacally, still tickling you.

"Please, stop! You're gonna make me piss myself!" You scream, batting at him with your hands.

"Don't threaten me with a good time!" He cackles, keeping it up.

"I'll pee on you!" You yell, glaring at him. 

His eyes widen, quickly letting you go and putting his hands up in surrender. "Okay, not that good." He helps you off the floor, and you scurry to the bathroom. When you come back out, Eddie's on the couch, holding a small stack of movie rentals. "Wanna help me pick out a movie, angel? I got a few options from Family Video earlier. I wasn't sure what you'd like, so Steve and Robin helped me out. You remember them, right?"

"Of course, Harrington and Buckley! I haven't seen them around in a while. I should stop in to say hi sometime." You sit down next to Eddie, and he shows you what he’s picked out. There's Jaws, Weird Science, The Goonies, and St. Elmo's Fire. "Hmm, interesting choices. I'm sorry to say, I've seen these all before. But, what about you? Is there anything you haven't watched yet?"

"I haven't seen a single one, actually." His expression drops slightly. You place a hand on his cheek, reassuring him with your eyes.

"That's alright, Eds. We can watch them all, if you like. But I highly recommend The Goonies first. It's full of adventure, and pirate treasure! I think you'll like it a lot." You say excitedly.

"If you say so, princess. You wanna pop it in the VCR for me?" A sly smile creeps onto his face, his tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth suggestively.

"You just love any opportunity to stare at my ass, don't you? God, you're such a perv." You tease while you stand up, swaying your hips intentionally as you walk over to the TV. You bend over as low as you can without falling over, putting the movie into the VCR. You hear him whimper slightly at your antics, turning to see him awkwardly adjusting his pants. "Something wrong, Eddie?" You ask knowingly, winking at him.

"I may be a bit of a pervert, I'll own that. But you are one helluva tease, baby. I'll get you back for that one later." He smirks, and suddenly there's a knock on the door. "Ooh! Food time!" Eddie hops off the couch, pulling out his wallet as he makes his way to the door. He opens it, paying the delivery boy and taking the large pizza box in his hands. "Thanks, man." He says before closing the door.

Both of you get cozy on the couch, the pizza sitting in the middle of you. Eddie picks up the remote, turning the TV on to play the movie. "You're gonna love this movie, Eds." You comment excitedly as you take a piece of pizza out of the box. It's very hot, the cheese pulling in long strings as you try to separate your piece from the rest of the pie. Eddie helps you out, then takes a slice for himself.

"I'm sure I will." He smiles, taking a bite of his slice. The rest of the night is spent consuming the entire pie, and you manage to get through two of the movies Eddie rented before you realize how late it is. You're yawning, barely able to keep your eyes open. "Let's go to bed, sweetheart. You've got class tomorrow."

"Let's just sleep here. I'm too tired to move." You groan, snuggling against him to deter his want for relocating.

"I'll carry you if you want. Trust me, this couch is a killer on the neck." He coos, stroking your hair.

"Fiiiiiine." You whine, wrapping your arms around him to hold on. He wraps your legs around his waist, standing up with you in his arms. He carries you to the bed, helping you undress until you're left in your shirt and panties.

"There you go, angel." He strips down to his boxers, turning off the light before joining you under the covers. He spoons you, holding you as close as he can. "Goodnight, Y/N." He whispers, planting a warm kiss to your shoulder.

"Goodnight, Eddie. You're a really great boyfriend." You sigh blissfully, already half-asleep. You instinctively push yourself backwards into him, wanting to get even closer.

"And you're the best girlfriend a man could ever ask for." He replies softly, though you barely hear it.

To be continued...