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I know the day is almost over, but this popped in my head just today! Star Wars is so special to me <33

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Aizawa, Midoriya, Hawks With A Clingy S/O

Aizawa, badboy!Midoriya, Hawks with a s/o who likes to cling onto them.

Aizawa Shouta x Reader

Midoriya Izuku x Reader

Takami Keigo x Reader

Again, sorry Anon for not posting this sooner. I’ve been really busy the last few days. I hope this is okay!! I really like this prompt and wanted to try it out with these three fools. </33 Thank you for being my first bnha request!!!! ily!

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Aizawa Shouta

The things I want to say about this man…. The things I want to do to this man….. I,,,,, he’ll make your stomach drop…. please.

Anyway, I feel like Aizawa would really appreciate a clingy s/o

Like having someone who pampers him in love and affection is something he needs

Aizawa deserves all the support he can get and will sometimes lean on you when he needs it 

Not too much of course, he has a stern appearance to uphold LOL but in private I think he is really soft with you

He loves to hold you when he’s sleeping, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest

He has you sit on his lap anytime, like if he is working on something or just sitting at the table with his phone…. You’re going to be in his lap

It might take Aizawa some time to open up to you at first, but I don’t think he will ever reject your advances……

Whenever you want to hug him or hold his hand, he will let you. He’d probably even let your braid his hair 

Someone like Aizawa who spends his entire life taking care of people and looking after them probably just wants someone to do the same for him,,,, he would love the way his kitten dotes on him~

“Shouta,” You call out quietly into the living room where your husband is still focused on his UA work. “it’s almost three am.” Aizawa doesn’t even glance at you, he continues to strain his dark eyes towards his computer. With a sigh you pad over towards him and sit right next to him on the couch. Immediately your arms loop around his waist and you toss your legs into his lap. Aizawa glances at you when he feels your touch and softly kisses your temple.

“Kitty, go back to sleep.” The familiar nickname makes your stomach flutter, even after all these years, yet you refuse to budge. You stubbornly shake your head.

“Only if you come with me.” You bargain and Aizawa nearly sighs at your perseverance.

“I have to finish putting in these grades before patrol tomorrow.” Aizawa rests his hand against your bare thigh and gently squeezes in an effort to lull you back to sleep.

“Just let me do it tomorrow while you’re out.” You compromise and Aizawa continues to caress your legs.

“I can’t make you do that, baby.” Now, he finally sighs.

“Yes, you can.” You push and relax against his chest, resting your face into his neck. “Please, Shouta, I’m so tired. I can’t sleep without you.” You glance at him and pout, knowing damn well he can never say no when your eyes stare at him pitifully like this. Deep down you know that if you tell him the reason you want him to go to sleep is that he needs sleep, it won’t work and he won’t come to bed. However, maybe if you use your special charms-

“No. Just let me finish this.” He tries to go back to his laptop but you slam it shut before glaring up at him with cloudy eyes.

“We are going to sleep now.” You order and your husband sighs before scooping you up in his arms and bringing you back to your shared bedroom. “Yay~ I love you Shouta!”

“I love you too, kitten.”

Midoriya Izuku

I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABT THIS, my head is full of thoughts when it comes to villain evil Midoriya….

“ If this man *Deku* came up to me he would get slapped, but if THIS MAN *villian!deku* came up to me I would take my pants off so quick “

That is literally, that’s it. That’s the headcannon

Whether we are speaking about just Deku or like villain bad boy Deku, I think either way he would still receive his s/o’s affection with open arms

But we talking about bad boy Deku so let’s steer away.... He’d tease you a little bit,, just to see you get flustered

I feel like this mf would make lewd jokes whenever you touch him, hug him, anything because he can and it is funny to watch as your insides melt…..

He’d take advantage of your clinginess and use it as a way to make you all rattled

Midoriya would drag his fingers all along your sides or your thighs just to see you scold him,,, he thinks it is hot whenever you yell at him

I feel like bad boy Deku would be soooo much more confident than our regular Midoriya is….. he still has the softness of the og but he has the asshole-y hotness of you know,,,,,,

You know who…..

“Izuku,” You groan and try to get out of your boyfriend’s comfortable arms. It is late in the afternoon and you have been laying in bed doing absolutely nothing, except napping, you seriously have to get up and do work now. “I need to do my homework.” You push at his head again but his strong arms only keep you pinned to his chest.

“Do it later.” He snaps in annoyance, though his voice is still relatively quiet. Clearly, someone is mad that you woke them up.

“This assignment is going to take me forever, Izuku please.” You complain and your boyfriend simply buries his face into your neck, his lips pressed into your collarbone.

“I love the way it sounds when you beg.” He teases and you squeak in embarrassment, the smirk on his face makes your heart do flips.

“You’re so,” You pause and bite your lip in thought while running your hands through Midoriya’s thick hair. “infuriating.”

“I’ll remember that the next time you want to have sex.” He responds cooly and you hide your face in embarrassment.

“I have to work on my college applications, they aren’t going to do themselves!” Midoriya yawns and closes his eyes, clearly not threatened by your fists or heated demeanor. “You make it so hard to get out of bed.” You whine and lay back down, tucking yourself to fit snug against your boyfriend.

“I know and in more ways than one, I hope.” He chuckles against your neck and you have to refrain from rolling your eyes.

“I don’t even want to fuel your ego even more so I’ll just say nothing.” You close your eyes and your boyfriend brings his strong hands to your hips. “I-Izuku!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll just force the words out of you,” Midoriya tells you arrogantly and you don’t even think about opening your eyes again, too focused on each of his touches.

Takami Keigo

If someone doesn’t get this man a hug RIGHT NOW,, my sweet sweet poor baby NEEDS AFFECTION and needs it now!!!

Shit with Hawks,,,, I’m just tryna be his kid ya know….

He’ll tease you A LOT, please this cocky ass Kuroo blueprint bitch would be soooo flirty with you

“Did you miss me that much, dove?” He’d smirk when you tackle him in a hug after he comes back from a day of work

“I know you can’t control yourself that much around me, kid, but you can at least try”

Please him and Atsumu I want to rock their shits, and by rock his shit I mean ride his face

I think it would take Hawks a very long time to actually open up with you, much like Aizawa he wouldn’t deny your affections but that doesn’t mean he is ready to portray the same intense emotions back….

Given his circumstances I think Hawks would be very hesitant to have an s/o he can trust, though I also think he thrives off the attention you give him, so clearly he must like you in some way

He can be just as clingy back, you cannot tell me this man wouldn’t cling to you like a baby, he’d follow you into every room and even try to go into the bathroom with you  

Please…. Please, someone, give my sweet angel the love he deserves

“I’m back!” Hawks announced the moment he steps back into his apartment, he places the container of chicken wings on the counter and glances around at the empty living room. For a moment he finds himself wondering if you’re out at uni until he hears you running out the bedroom.

“Keigo!” You exclaim and nearly tackle your boyfriend as you run into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I missed you!!!”

“How much, dove?” He teases and you have to refrain from rolling your eyes. Instead, you bury your face into his jacket and sigh in content in all the warmth he has to offer.

“So, so much!” At that you begin to pepper kisses all over his cheeks and Hawks laughs loudly while grabbing your cheeks between his hands. He pushes your lips together to pucker your lips out and smirks at the sight of your face.

“Yeah?” He lowers his lips to ghost over yours and you try to reach his lips but your boyfriend simply won’t let you. “Why don’t you show me how much you missed me?” He croons and your eyes light up, Hawks can practically see your obedient little tail wagging. “After we eat!” 

Your boyfriend pulls away and stalks into the kitchen, leaving you to grumble about what a tease he is. You won't fall for his tricks any longer!

“You got the pickled radish right?” You call after him and Hawks turns around slowly to look at you, his face pinched together as he feigns a thought.

“I don’t know… Did I?” He taunts and before you can threaten him, you notice the delicacy right in front of you being floated up by a single red wing. “What do you say, baby?”

“Thank you.” You mumble and Hawks gasps at your manners.

“Such a good girl,” He continues to tease before sliding up next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you into his chest. He leans down to kiss the top of your head and you watch him carefully, especially with the way his hands are descending down your sides. “maybe I’ll have dessert early tonight.”

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𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨 ⚡︎ “𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕”

☆ summary: rumors cause a rift between you and your boyfriend. can you find an answer before things get too intense?

❑ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 { ☁️ anon ♥︎ }

☆ genre/s: angst, a bit of fluff, established relationship, high school!au, boyfriend!minho x reader, feat. best friend!hyunjin, bully!chan (I’M SORRY), + songwriter!changbin for like 2 secs

☆ warnings: swearing, mentions of anxiety, physical violence, blood, [ this isn’t really a warning but y/n is lowkey a bad*ss so… go u ], toxic masculinity...?

☆ one-shot, 4.5k words

☆ a/n: i hope y’all enjoy this one! especially you, lovely ☁️ anon <33 it’s a bit intense but who would i be if i didn’t get carried away?? (p.s. i’m sorry this took so long!)

☆ tags: @magglesx

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minho had been distant for a few days and you couldn’t really tell why. as far as you knew, you hadn’t done anything to upset him. in fact, the week before, you planned your first date in a while and made sure it was extra special due to the busy school schedules that tended to keep you apart. of course, the date included going you paying for the meal at your shared favorite restaurant on the nicer side of town, as well as coming back to your house for some much needed cuddle time. he may not seem like it from the outside, but your boyfriend was a major cuddle bug.

yet, suddenly, you felt as though he was avoiding you.

your boyfriend was normally a little hesitant to flirt with you or initiate pda at school, which you completely understood. he had a pretty edgy image and was known as the sarcastic, rebellious friend in your friend group. therefore, he loved his intimidating demeanor and he did whatever he could to keep it up.

but this was different.

whenever you’d text him, he would take longer to reply and the texts would be drier than ever before. one word answers became the norm, with the occasional addition of an “lol”. and he completely stopped answering your calls. deciding to give him some space, you stopped trying.

even minho’s friends seemed to be avoiding you. for instance, you stumbled across changbin in the library during your free period one day. he was sitting on the floor in one of the back aisles of books, scrolling on his phone. you assumed he was hiding out there discreetly so as to not get caught on his phone. you sat beside him with a giggle.

“you know, i never pictured you as a bookworm,” you softly teased him. changbin let out a faint chuckle, not bothering to look you in the eye and instead concentrating on whatever he was working on. disregarding his odd reaction, you asked, “what’s so important you can’t wait until lunch to see it?”

“i’m writing,” he responded dryly. changbin was the most esteemed songwriter at your school. everyone knew he wrote songs for himself and other people, and whenever he was free, he’d be writing.

“...would you like to share any?” you asked, peeking at his screen. he normally wasn’t hesitant to share his lyrics and you always enjoyed hearing his poetic inner thoughts.

“um… not today.” he glanced up at you for a split second before going back to his phone. he even went so far as to tilt the screen away from you. at this point, you became hyperaware of the fact that you had done something wrong. was i being too nosy? you asked yourself. “sorry,” he continued.

you looked down at your lap, in which you awkwardly picked at the skin on your fingers. “it’s ok, i get it. i bet they’re great though,” you offered bleakly, trying to remain supportive of your friend despite how annoying you must have been. that was definitely not what you needed after beginning to feel your boyfriend drifting away from you. first minho, and now your friends?

“thanks,” changbin replied coldly. and with that the bell rang. you could have sworn changbin seemed thankful for the end of the period, as he picked up his bag and locked his phone as soon as the bell sounded. with a bleak wave and sideways glance, he was off. and there you were, sitting on the floor of the library, alone. and confused.

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it was a chilly wednesday morning in november. the past few days had been a bit torturous without your boyfriend’s usual sneaky expressions of affection. you were in math class, seated cozily in the back of the classroom next to hyunjin, another mutual friend of yours and your boyfriend’s. the desks were arranged in pairs and you and hyunjin had no other friends in the class, which led to the two of you becoming close during the past few months. yet, you still hadn’t told him about what was troubling you. while the teacher was answering questions about your homework assignment from the night before, you decided to talk to hyunjin about minho.

“jinnie,” you whispered as your friend kept his head down, his brow furrowing at the problems on his page.

“not right now, y/n. i’m trying to work.” just like changbin the other day, hyunjin kept looking at the page in front of him with a sense of irritation.

you looked down at his paper and then at the problems scrawled across the blackboard at the front of the room. “but you got all of them right,” you countered.

“...okay, fine. what’s up?” he whispered back to you, finally looking you in the eye with an exasperated expression. now, hyunjin was a known drama king. he had his occasional grumpy moments, especially during your morning class, but he never looked at you with the expression he did in that moment. it was a mixture of irritation and passive aggression, as he attempted to keep a straight face.

disregarding hyunjin’s obvious shift in tone from other days, you decided to be straight forward and asked him, “has minho been acting off lately? he’s not responding to any of my messages and i barely see him in the halls anymore.”

“he’s…” hyunjin squinted a bit, feeling around in his mind for the right words to say. “he’s probably just going through something. give him some space for a little while.”

you chuckle, rolling your eyes. “that’ll be easy. he’s avoiding me like the plague.”

“really?”

you were surprised at hyunjin’s disbelief, as he was making it seem like he knew what was wrong with minho. “yes,” you said in what still felt like a whisper but really wasn’t.

“miss y/l/n,” your teacher reprimanded from the front of the room.

“my apologies,” you said bleakly with a hint of sarcasm. minho’s antics were really starting to get to your head. thankfully, your teacher disregarded your tone.

once the teacher resumed instruction, hyunjin turned back to you. “have you heard… the rumors?”

“what rumors?” you replied, quieter than before. “about me?”

he paused, confused. “you seriously haven’t heard?”

“hyunjin; you, minho, and the rest of the guys are my only friends. unless any of you told me, i know nothing.”

the blonde boy looked back down at his paper, still just as puzzled.

“what rumors are you talking about?”

slightly cutting you off, your teacher called your name once again, with more force.

soon thereafter, the bell rang and hyunjin left before you got the chance to question him further.

you couldn’t help but feel guilty. for what? you weren’t sure. but something bad was going on in your boyfriend’s life and you couldn’t do anything about it. and even his friends, who were equally as close to you, must have known what was bothering him.

so why couldn’t he confide in you?

a day passed and you were more sure than ever that everybody except hyunjin was avoiding you. what made things worse was whenever you’d pass minho in the halls and he’d shrug you off like he barely even knew you. he’d either become vague or walk away after giving you a short response. at this point, any and all forms of affection had become nonexistent.

whenever you entered a crowded hall, people you didn’t even know gave you odd looks. and, it would become more frequent whenever you were with minho. he’d always look around, observing their glances. that would always be his cue to leave.

in fact, even jeongin would swerve as soon as he saw you in the hallways. out of all the members of your friend group, he was the least likely to hold any sort of grudge, so you were troubled by his reaction to whatever secret drama there seemed to be.

if there was a rumor being spread about you, wouldn’t you deserve to know what it is? but then again, how would you confront anyone about it without sounding paranoid or narcissistic?

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thursday came and went, leaving you with the final day of the school week. you had gotten used to the slight stares and whispers that surrounded you, despite your lingering confusion. school had ended twenty minutes ago, and you were waiting on a bench outside the school for your mom to pick you up. she was running late.

suddenly, the double doors opened up, revealing your boyfriend who walked alongside hyunjin. the two were laughing. it was honestly refreshing to see minho smile after not having seen him happy for a whole week. you caught the boys’ attention from a bit of a distance. minho waved at you, taking a deep breath. you waved and smiled back, trying to pretend everything was fine. that was until he turned around, gesturing for hyunjin to follow him in the opposite direction. your mood and expression instantly dropped.

but then, hyunjin paused, playfully punching minho’s arm and pointing in your direction. you couldn’t tell what they were saying, but you were incredibly grateful for hyunjin’s actions as minho refocused his path to you. as the two parted ways, you and hyunjin exchanged a wave.

at least someone had your back.

your boyfriend approached you. he chose not to sit down, opting instead to simply place his bag next to yours on the bench. he squinted at the sun, which poked out from the other side of the building. “hey.”

“hi…”

you were sick of playing games. you wanted answers.

“what’s wrong, minho?”

“...what? what are you talking about?” he bluffed, his hands clasped behind his back.

“come on. i know there’s something that’s been bothering you. you’ve been avoiding me all week.”

he adjusted his sweatshirt, placed his hands in his pockets. staring off into the distance, he questioned, “why’d you do it?”.

huh?

“what?” you asked in response. maybe this had something to do with his sudden coldness toward you. however, in disbelief from minho’s current emotional state, you maintained an innocent, slightly scared demeanor.

“why’d you tell everybody i’m a sap?”

“what the hell are you talking about?” you raised your voice a bit, beginning to get upset at minho’s accusation.

“that i make you get the bill at every restaurant, that i’d get lost if i wasn’t holding your hand…” at this point, he was counting on his fingers. you were getting more and more anxious by the second. so this is the rumor hyunjin was talking about…

you were so shocked. you looked away from him for a second, trying to process everything. your stomach was doing flips. you didn’t know whether to apologize immediately regardless of your innocence, try to explain your uninvolvement in this, or simply stay silent.

“don’t play dumb with me,” he remarked. “i know it was you.”

this was the most stern he’d ever been with you. especially while alone together. he furrowed his brow, his eyes staring into yours with intensity. you could tell he was angry, but you didn’t know at what.

your eyes dart back up into his. this time, it was your expression that scared him. you never usually got very frustrated with him, as this was your first time having a major communication issue with each other. this feeling was as new to him as it was to you.

but that didn’t matter in that moment.

you got up from your seat and took a step toward your boyfriend. despite your initial fear, that comment was the last straw. all of the emotions you’d suppressed throughout the week came to a head as you stood up for yourself.

“i’m not fucking dumb, nor do i claim to be. for your information, i had no idea a rumor was spreading about you until hyunjin told me. i also didn’t know what it was about until you told me just now. so next time, be upfront about your feelings before you make any assumptions about me.” you paused for a second, unclenching the fists that you hadn’t even realized you were clenching in the first place.

minho was shocked. rightfully so. that was the most riled up he’d ever seen you. he felt so terrible, having ignored you for nothing. how could he have doubted you? what could have driven you to say such stupid, petty stuff about him? you loved him. you always did. but he was too blinded by his ego to see it.

tears rose to your eyes once you finally released the extent of your aggression. you attempted to blink them away, but when you couldn’t, you let out an involuntary “i’m sorry.” you were barely able to use your full voice as tears began dripping down from your eyes and onto your cheeks.

minho wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you in tight. his expression softened. “...don’t be. this was all my fault. i’m an asshole.” he used one hand to stroke your hair as he spoke with urgency. he felt you shaking beneath him, causing tears to poke at his own eyes as you released yours.

while pressed up against him and sobbing quietly into the fabric of his black crewneck, you wrapped your arms around his waist, settling into his embrace. “no you’re not,” you muttered in between sniffles. “you didn’t know.”

“but i should have.” he released you from his hold and places his hands on your shoulders. “this could’ve been taken care of a week ago if i just talked to you about it instead of being a dick.”

you took a deep breath as your face began to cool down a bit. “you were being a dick…” you joked (although, it was justified). he laughed a bit at your comment, but he was still very serious about this.

“you don’t have to forgive me right away, or ever. i know i can’t forgive myself for making you feel like that.” it was then that you realized he was on the verge of crying just as you had been. “ugh! and that comment i made earlier! fuck-” a single tear fell from one of his pitch dark eyes and onto his cheek, cutting him off as he was about to continue. he looked away, trying to collect himself.

“let it out,” you advised, reaching your hand up to wipe away the tear. he looked back at you with pursed lips, other tears evident in his eyes. “there’s no point trying to salvage a bad boy image when it’s just you and me.” you smiled, trying to lighten the mood a bit so you can talk without becoming too emotional. but that seemed impossible.

“you’re right. i shouldn’t care so much.” he began stroking your hair again. you close your stinging eyes and let him. after a pause, however, he grabs your attention again. “i’m gonna find out who started the rumor.” his voice lowered as the anger began bubbling up inside him once again.

“minho, don’t worry about it. it’ll pass.” you unwrap your hands from his waist and reposition them around his neck, drawing his forehead closer to yours. you rub the nape of his neck with your fingertips, lightly combing through his jet black hair.

suddenly, you both became startled as you heard the faint sound of laughter, as well as the sound of a car pulling up behind you. minho turned around and you peeked out to the side. a group of boys sat inside a black mini van, parked along the curb in front of the sidewalk on which you stood. they were all laughing.

“is baby having a fit?” said chan, one of the popular boys in your grade, from the passenger seat. he was referring to minho.

chan was always up to no good, and you usually tried to steer clear of him and his friends in the halls. it immediately clicked in yours and minho’s mind that he must have been behind all of this drama. then, you realized how enraged minho must have been feeling and grabbed onto his sweatshirt sleeve for protection.

“so it was you,” minho said to chan. he sounded almost too calm.

walking toward your boyfriend with his hands behind his back, chan replied, “word travels fast when you find out someone’s not who he says he is. oh! y/n, that reminds me,” the smile on chan’s face was almost sickening to you as he shifted his attention to you. “my aunt’s looking for a babysitter. based on your resume,” he gestured to minho, “you seem like the perfect fit.”

before you could even react, minho turned around and removed your hand from his sleeve, giving it a quick kiss. “give me a minute, yeah?”

and with that, he spun back toward chan and swung a fist at his face with a loud grunt. you gasped, covering your mouth. chan stumbled slightly to the side, covering the side of his lip with his hand. when he rose again and uncovered it, you could see a patch of blood at the corner of his mouth. he wiped it away with a smirk.

“y/n, get inside, now,” minho demanded, still facing chan. he tried not to be too forceful, but this was important. he couldn’t risk you getting hurt even more than what he had caused.

you were at a loss for words. it was like you were frozen, unable to think of what to do or say or who to call. your feet remained planted on the ground as your heart raced with an intensity you’d never felt before. you could almost hear it.

chan laughed again, only this time it was laced with anger. “why would she listen to you? we all know you don’t call the shots.” you could hear chan’s friends reacting the whole time. ‘oohs’ and ‘ahs’, laughter and snarky remarks.

that was the last straw for minho. he swung his fist back at chan’s face, except chan was able to catch it before it hit him. he pushed minho back, almost bumping into you. you were still unable to move, your mouth agape. you were absolutely horrified, and you couldn’t tell whether it was because your boyfriend started a fight or because he was in danger of getting hurt.

minho caught his balance, lunging toward chan again, his fist once again outstretched. this time, he missed, giving chan just enough time to thrust his own fist directly out at minho’s stomach. your boyfriend let out an audible expression of pain, squeezing his arms tightly around himself. to make matters worse, chan wasn’t done. he used the same fist to hit minho with an uppercut to the nose. minho fell to the ground, just missing where you stood. he landed on his palms, droplets of crimson liquid dripping from his nose onto the pavement. you called out his name, finally breaking out of your frozen state to drop to the ground and cradle your boyfriend’s upper body in your arms.

the sight was astounding, to say the least. tears lingered in and around minho’s deep, weary eyes as they looked up into yours. however, you were too concentrated on his afflictions to notice the love and guilt emanating from his gaze. his lip quivered, scarlet blood trickling down onto it. disregarding the damage it might do, you used the sleeve of your sweater to wipe some away. your vision was blurry due to the hot tears prickling through to the surface of your eyes.

chan chuckled once again, his laugh ringing in your ears. “that’s what i thought.” the turned around, blotting the blood on his lip and being commended by his idiot friends. as you watched chan begin making his exit toward the car, minho tugged on your sleeve. you glanced back down at him through hazy eyes. he placed his index finger to his lips, making a silent ‘shh’ face. he then slipped out of your grasp, using his stinging palms to guide himself off of the ground and stand up. he lunged at chan again.

minho grabbed chan’s left arm, swinging it behind his back and holding his shoulder down. the pressure he applied left chan’s arm feeling as though it could snap at any moment. he rithed and pleaded for minho to stop, but he didn’t. chan’s friends fell silent, but - similarly to you - they were too stunned and cowardly to break up the fight.

“look, pretty boy,” minho growled. “you can tell your friends whatever the fuck you want about me, alright? but what goes on between me and my girlfriend is none of your business. understood?”

in between groans and tugs, chan replied, “y-yes… ah… let me… g-go!”

“not until you tell me how it all started.” after chan neglected to respond, your boyfriend tightened his grip on chan’s arm, bringing it even closer to breaking. “hm?” he teased, a smirk pulling at the ends of his lips as he could feel chan beginning to comply.

“i saw you- fuck… at the restaurant…” minho was confused, until he remembered you insisting on paying the bill on your last date. “she paid for you… what a… gentlewoman- shit!” even when under extreme conditions, he still couldn’t give it a rest.

mercy had completely left minho’s eyes as he yanked on chan’s arm once more, releasing a cry from the helpless troublemaker.

however, that’s when you heard a teacher call out to them from the school’s entrance. “boys!” she exclaimed, beginning to approach the scene. “break it up!”

everyone, minho included, immediately shifted their gaze to the woman. chan was then able to break free from minho’s hold, rushing back into the car where he initially arrived. as the driver hit the gas and quickly directed the car out of the parking lot, minho shot his eyes at you. you swiftly grabbed your bags, and then his hand.

and then, you ran.

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you were finally in the clear. after bending around a curve and re-entering the school, the two of you stopped running. you placed your hands on your knees, dropping the backpacks and panting as you both attempted to catch your breath. you had arrived down the hall from the boys’ bathroom. once you could properly regain a proper breathing pattern, you stood upright and examined your boyfriend. just as you both noticed a bloody rip at the knee his once perfect jeans, he began walking toward the bathroom to clean himself up. however, he couldn’t make it too far. his leg was sore from the impact of his fall, and the scrape and running sure didn’t help. he limped a bit, but you grabbed his arm and stopped him. placing it over your shoulder and wrapping your other arm around his waist, you guided him into the bathroom. once you entered, you had him sit on one of the sinks while you gathered supplies to clean his cuts.

“i’m gonna get in so much trouble,” he finally said. he spoke softly, due in part by the pain he was experiencing as well as his ongoing guilt.

“you didn’t have to start a fight,” you muttered, half disappointed but half sympathetic. you always knew he had an edge, but you never imagined you’d see him in a physical altercation. you never looked him in the eye, instead focusing on grabbing a piece of paper towel and turning on one of the faucets.

“like i said, you don’t have to forgive me. especially now- ah, shit.” you accidentally cut him off once you guided his left hand under the running water and started dabbing it with the towel.

you considered his words for a moment as he adjusted to the sensation of the warm liquid on his small cuts. furrowing your brow, you responded, “i don’t think i can yet. it’s too soon.”

“i understand.” he paused, solemnly. “thank you for taking care of me, though.”

“it’s only a bit of cleaning. anyone could’ve done it-”

“no.” he cut you off this time. “thank you for always taking care of me. you’re always there for me, even when i’m not around to reciprocate. you don’t deserve this. i was a shitty boyfriend…”

your eyes darted up to meet his. “was?”

“...well… that’s what you want… right?”

you turned off the faucet, still staring intensely into minho’s eyes. he appeared to be just as perplexed as you were.

“is that what you want?” your hands began shaking as you attempted to mask the anxiety that simmered inside of you. he was the one who was technically in the wrong, but you couldn’t deny the fact that he completed you. having a taste of what it was like to be without him made you realize more than ever that you needed him. you wholeheartedly believed that you could get through this with time... however, what if he had ulterior motives?

his eyes widened. “no! not at all.” his eyes briefly glanced at your hands. he could see the stress he was putting you through and he grabbed your hands, enveloping them in his. “i just figured that’s what you would want. you deserve so much more than…” he let go, staring at his bruised knuckles and the scrapes on his palms. “...this.”

you let his words sink in for a bit. “you know i don’t try to coddle you or anything, right?”

“i know. i’m so pissed at myself for letting all those rumors get to my head. even if those things were true, they wouldn’t be a problem… but i know that now.”

“it only took a few cuts and bruises,” you remarked. “look… i can’t say i’m not upset, but i’m willing to try and work things out… as long as you promise never to fight anyone like that ever again. you scared the shit out of me.”

“yeah… things got a little out of hand.” he used his free hand caress your jaw, stopping at your chin to tilt it up toward him. “i promise.” he pursed his soft, rosy lips before stroking your hair and kissing the crown of your head. you smiled at each other with a newfound sense of closeness.

you continued cleaning up his scrapes until there was no more dripping blood. his nose was definitely going to need a bit of recovery, however you made him promise he’d let your mom take him to the hospital when she arrived at the school; and, he obliged.

you exited the bathroom to reveal the same teacher who attempted to break up the fight. she held minho’s bag. next to her stood the principal, who held yours.

minho was soon to follow you, discarding the rest of the paper towels in the trash. once he caught up to you, he glanced up to discover the same sight. he swallowed hard, his eyes growing wide. he looked down at you, and you at him. your heart was beating uncontrollably.

that is… until minho grabbed your hand, interlocking it with his. suddenly, despite impending doom, everything seemed okay.

and rumor has it, everything would be alright as long as you stuck together.

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4.4 Mastery Assignment By M.C.Kaczmarek

Going back to school after eight years is never an easy decision to make. At the age of 33, I always had a difficult time finding a job in the creative field. It wasn’t until I became a single mom and had to depend on myself to provide for my daughter that my career became something I had to solidify. As I was already hired as a Head of New Media for Ward Photonics my goal and task became to hold onto that position. I felt that furthering my education could only do that. So with all my savings I enrolled in the FullSail Digital Marketing Master’s Course.  Week one was the most challenging week for me. Trying to learn all the different online  platforms to read and sign up on, remembering how to write a research paper, and the basic understanding to learn all the new features digital marketing has that the creative field doesn’t particularly know about. But that didn’t stop me from trying to explain to others the work that I do for my company. In that week, one of the lessons reflected on the differences on inbound and outbound marketing. Listening to Maria’s lectures on Monday’s I found out that Universals New Harry Potter roller coaster was all advertised by inbound marketing which leads me to believe again in the power of people and hobbies and interest groups should not be sold short or overlooked. With that in mind, I started to utilize the company’s instagram and facebook profiles a bit more. I did this by continuing my vlogs and talking more about our private interest group for Active treatment members, It’s still a rather small page but, now with the addition of a few more members it’s becoming a place where people can talk, post, and take selfies about share their story about the UltraSlim treatment. Everyone enjoys a weight loss success story. Week two was all completely new and yet familiar content for me. I’ve been on my google business for highland homes roofing, my previous employer, and Ward Photonics. I launched my first small set of two ads for UltraSlim about a month ago and did the keyword research myself focused on our top competitors. What I didn’t know was about click fraud. Not only did I put together a presentation of how to view and safeguard against it. I was able to share my presentation on the subject to my Vice President and advise him on how to protect against it. At that point, I was detoured from my current project and put onto creating all new Facebook forms and connecting google ads to one of the other websites. Since then I was able to eliminate 15% of the unwanted leads into our data pool we collect. These leads are typically the ones who expressed no interest to be booked for their free consultation.   Week three I found I had the most passion and success for the Digital Marketing Program because it was completely relevant to the improvements Ward Photonics needs to make in order to improve their online reputation. Which sometimes I feel gets prioritized to the back of the To-Do list. Comparing our marketing approach to our top competitors is a necessary issue. I felt that in class, I was given the correct tools and sites to use to showcase the legitimacy of how, why, and where our website should not only improve but to merge as one. This still considering googles relevance rating to keep leads and conversions still engaged on our website. I broke down comparisons from our top competitors and made a five stage plan of action when finally creating the merged websites. The presentation was completely relevant that I sent the project to my Vice President and asked to be on the creative team when the time is ready. Luckily, I got the position to mentor and collaborate with the webmaster along with the creative director. This even though it’s not a direct promotion it showcases extra value of my position towards Ward Photonics. Week four my progression came to a pause because of the uncertainty I have with web analytics. I know it’s in my best interest and I must learn a basic understanding of how and what to view in order to determine the website, I help make for Ward Photonics is a complete success. Moving forward though, I looked at the different articles, and bite my lip when the Learning Web Analytics with Mark Bailey made me sign up for a free trial for a month. However with this lesson I plan on looking into more deeply how our ads are improving on google, once the remodel for the website is completed how we actually rank with engagement for our users.   

[slytherhell]

PLAYING WITH FIRE.

PLAYING WITH FIRE.

Prompt; “Make me.”

Words; 1.4k+

( written for the the amazing @squirrel-and-me-quicksilvermaid for one out of two of her of her request(s) from this list. 

/ i’m really sorry i’m just now posting this, hon. for this entire week, i kept waking up thinking it was another day, or with the wrong one in mind and it just really threw off my entire mind for this upcoming trip i have. i’ve been up all night, and i’ve barely slept this entire week and i’m really tired.. overall, i’m really sorry for this late posting. && tbh, i really didn’t like with how this turned out, but i hope you enjoyed something out of this <33 )

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“WOULD YOU SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY, MALFOY?!” Harry shouted over his shoulder with a glare, his quill coming to yet another stop on his half-written on parchment due to the rambling from the other side of the shared room. Despite working on it for hours, his parchment only had a few lines written on it, and that was nowhere close to the two rolls assigned, and required  to turn in for class. 

( And the best thing about it? His essay was due tomorrow! )

Harry sighed and looked back down at his page bitterly. Just great. Not only was he roomed in with Malfoy, he was going to be behind on his work for his redo year.

Behind him, he heard Malfoy shift atop his bed, but the voice did not stop, and Harry shook his head in irritation. He dropped his quill down, and ink skidded across his page; smudging up his last written sentence. Shit. He scrambled to salvage as much of it as he could, pushing his other supplies away from it and managed to, for the most part, to his relief. 

Malfoy’s snicker drew him back to the present. 

Harry wandlessly  ‘scourifyed! ‘ the remaining ink on his hand on his hand. He turned around in his chair, ready to give Malfoy a good and heavily worded piece of his mind when-

Malfoy’s voice stopped.

Harry frowned. That was all it took?

Throwing a glance back, Harry now saw how Malfoy remained still in his spot; un-moving. Originally, Harry had thought he’d been staring up at the ceiling, but a closer examination revealed that Malfoy now laid with his eyes closed, his face looking somewhat content in the mid-day light. And seemingly realizing that Harry had been watching him, Malfoy’s eyes opened and met his. The two stared at one another from across the room, neither exchanging a word. It went on for a while, long enough to begin to giving Harry the benefit of the doubt. But, Malfoy, being who he was, timed it just as Harry was turning back around, before he laid back down, and continued his recitation of the page he’d just read, even louder than before.

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes, running a tired hand over his face. He removed his glasses, and held his head in his hand, He was sick and tired of this. 

He had to get Malfoy to stop, he just had to. By any means necessary. 

He paused.

Well, not murder.

Harry hand nearly knocked down his chair as he stood back abruptly from it, the idea striking him suddenly. This caught Malfoy’s attention, for he jumped off his bed; staring at him with widened eyes as he watched Harry head closer to his side of the room.

“On Merlin’s beard, Malfoy...” Harry’s voice was low and threatening, “Malfoy, if you don’t stop, I’ll-”

Sensing Harry’s hesitation to continue his sentence, Draco smirked and slowly waltzed up to him, gently biting on his lip as he stared up at him, “You’ll do what, exactly?” He questioned, cocking his head to the side as he folded his arms across his chest.

“I’ll beat you into a bloody pulp,” Harry snarled in reply.

Draco scoffed, flinching on slightly, “Oh please. That would go against your code.”

Harry glared down at him in response, his hands now clenched into heavy fists; bringing back a familiar twitch of his right eye that started when they’d first been assigned as roommates at the start of the year. The room is boring when it gets quiet, Malfoy’s voice from earlier echoed, It needs noise. And I don’t mean that annoying pen tap you’ve got going over there, either.

At the start, Harry, like everyone else, had thought Malfoy would’ve been less of a prat when he returned back for the eighth year. He was.. but the more it became clear that Harry wasn’t out to kill him, he seemingly intensified and got worse with each day.

But it was moments like this that Harry had wished he’d followed through with Malfoy’s previous assumptions.

( And apparently, he’d taken too long to respond, for Malfoy had let out a laugh; brushing past Harry’s arm as he moved around him. It sounded like he’d headed for the spare wooden desk they had by the window, for there was a clank on the stone floor. He walked past Harry again, this time, his arms full of books. He dropped a few on his bed, then leaned over and set the rest on the ground beside him. )

“Oh, shut up. And stay on your side of the room, you’re a nightmare as it already is.”

“And if I don’t?” This time, it was Malfoy who crossed the room; taking a seat on Harry’s crimson bed.

“Shut up, just shut the fuck up before I make you.”

“Go on, Potter.” Malfoy taunted, and sat back on his bed, smirking up at Harry as one leg crossed over the other, “Make me.” 

Harry didn’t dare utter a word, and instead, turned and faced back at his desk; all the while forcing himself to calm down. If he wanted this to work, he couldn’t lose his temper. ( Well, anger wasn’t the exact case in the moment; it was actually a bit arousing too catch Malfoy like this. Though, he still couldn’t let his emotions conflict and clash. ) Sure, he could shut Malfoy up with a simple grab at his throat, he was aware of this ability but knew his temper was one fierce enough to not just stop at hurting one person. 

He inhaled, taking a breath for both himself and all the damage he just prevented himself from doing. This is gonna work, He told himself.

He was one more - just one more away -  from freeing himself of anger, when he heard footsteps clicking up behind him, slow and precise.

Malfoy had something in mind, Harry knew, and whatever it was, it wasn’t good. Having being caught in the middle of his thoughts, he found himself drawing in a sharp breath as he felt Malfoy lean up his shoulder; with the front of his body pressed up against his own back as either hand sat upon a shoulder. “I knew it. “ The whispered words hit the side of his neck, and Harry’s jaws clenched. “You’re too much of a coward to do anything, aren’t you?” 

Harry let out a snort, rolling his eyes. “That’s rich coming from you.”

Malfoy ignored the comment and propped his head up on Harry’s left shoulder. Harry could see the grey eyes watching him out from the side of his own, almost enjoying to watch as his anger geared back up. Malfoy then looped either hand under Harry’s arm, now placing them onto the front of his shoulders. He pressed himself against Harry impossibly further, nearly outlining Harry’s body with his, “Oh well,” He said, then withdrew himself, casually adding, “I guess there’s always a next time.”

Before there was time to register the attack, Harry spun around and yanked Malfoy forward by the front of his short, his collar, more specifically.  The soft and pristine fabric bunched up tightly by Harry’s hardened hands in his hand as he got a firm grip on it, hen slammed him into the nearest wall; causing a few of the quills and light books to fall off the table Malfoy’s foot had knocked into in the process. Other than a bit back groan, Malfoy made no other sound as his head collided with it. Harry panted heavily, now looking down at Malfoy’s slightly crumpled figure splayed against the wall.

Malfoy shifted slightly. Feeling hot bursts of air from in front of him, he looked up and his eyes widened slightly. He’d done it now. Bracing himself, he prepared for the punch surely aimed at his face.

Though, what he didn’t expect was for Harry crouch down on the ground before him. 

Malfoy raised a brow, and watched him go down.

Surely he wouldn’t try to-

Harry held Malfoy’s eye the entire time; from the moment grabbed ahold of Malfoy’s thighs, to when he slowly rose himself up, his face staying a constant five centimeters away from Malfoy’s body - lifting him up against the wall. The act causing Malfoy’s toes to curl up in his shoes, a hand to plant on the wall, and for his other hand to go straight to the back of Harry’s head; fingers grasping his hair, and locking onto them.

Hary found a place in-between Malfoy’s legs and planted himself there.

Harry’s breath was twinged with a sweet lemon, Malfoy noticed, and he felt himself go weak as Harry leaned into. Malfoy could practically hear his heart thumping in his chest, and his breathing becoming hitched. His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in to meet Harry the rest of the way.

But the kiss never came.

Upon opening his eyes, Malfoy was met with a smirking Harry; one who’d tipped his head to the side as he watched him with interest.

“Looks like I finally got you quiet.”

His tone wore a victorious underlayer, and Malfoy could practically hear the grin within it. Harry dropped his legs back down to the ground. “Oh, and forget about what I said about doing my essay, earlier. I’m gonna take a shower instead. You know, take off some heat.” 

Harry stepped back and grabbed one of his unused towels sitting overhead on the shelf above them. “Feel free to join me whenever.” His eyes flickered down to Malfoy’s trouser, “You look like you have an issue that needs resolving, plus you’re right, the room does get a bit boring when it’s quiet.” 

There was a mysterious gleam in his eye as he spoke, but before Malfoy could reply, Harry was already headed for the door. Harry rounded the corner, shrugged his shirt off, and left it by the door,; stepping over it as he entered the bathroom. Once instead, charmed on the knobs; adjusting the tone, “Hey Malfoy,” He called through the door, checking the water, “What temperature do you like your water? Steaming hot, or half and half?”

Harry laughed as he heard a strangled cry, and footsteps thudding around the room before Malfoy joined him.

( Harry never had to complain about Malfoy being too loud after that. Though, a few others that lived on the same hall as them often had complaints of loud noises throughout the night.. )

[edsbrak]

sixteen weeks (chapter 2)

pairing: reddie chapters: 2/? rating: explicit tags: college AU, FWB

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Summary: Eddie and Richie are roommates in college, and after the events of one drunken confession they both agree it wouldn’t hurt to start casually hooking-up. Things go about as well as expected.

warnings for this chapter: nsfw content

I finished this chapter so quickly because you guys had such amazing responses, I feel so happy to see people are liking it so far! :D

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*

When Eddie wakes up the next morning his groggy-as-shit mind oh so helpfully supplies him with immediate flashbacks to the days when he went too hard in his youth, and then his next thought is God I hope I didn’t do anything too stupid last night.

10:33 AM his phone reads.

He rolls over in bed and away from the small puddle of drool he only ever makes whenever he goes to sleep drunk. He’s sure he must look like a mess right now, but he’s infinitely glad there was no one around to observe him in his pathetic hung-over state. Wait… Richie.

Eddie rubs tiredly at his eyes, and sees that his roommate’s bed wasn’t currently occupied. Not that that wasn’t a regular occurrence, but Eddie was sure Richie had walked back with him to their room last night.

Idiot, just because you were on the verge of passing out doesn’t mean Richie went to sleep too.

Eddie figures he probably slept somewhere else last night. Maybe at Ben and Bev’s, or… that girl’s? At least, Eddie thinks there was a girl involved at some point during the party. Eddie turns his head and groans pathetically into the pillow, but draws back instantly when he feels the amount of grease rubbing off his nose. He’s overwhelmed with the sudden need to shower, but before he can even drag his sorry ass out of bed, the door to their room opens and in steps Richie with a brown McDonald’s bag.

“Morning, sunshine,” he greets, and Eddie covers up his face with both hands in shame. He thinks he hears Richie snort to himself.

Curious, Eddie peaks through his fingers and watches as Richie pulls out a to-go cup of coffee and sets it down on Eddie’s nightstand.

“Thought you might need it,” he shrugs casually. More items suddenly appear and Eddie’s senses are filled with the delicious smell of ridiculously bad-for-you food that almost causes him to moan. “Also figured you’d need a ShamWow treatment for all that booze. Hash browns and muffins okay?”

“God, yes,” Eddie almost whispers.   

“Here,” Richie hands him one greasy golden oval of pure joy, to which Eddie proceeds to shove half in his mouth shamelessly.

After that he tries to savour it but fails epically, and once he’s done he can’t help but wonder why Richie was being so nice about everything when Eddie is like 96 percent sure he threw up on Richie a little bit at some point in the night. Eddie wouldn’t be so quick to forgive if it were him.

“Thanks, for all of this,” Eddie tells him. “And for… last night. I hate to think I ruined the party for you.”

Richie waves his free hand at him. “It’s fine, really. I was ready to hit the hay anyway. I gotta admit it was entertaining seeing you like that, though.”

Eddie closes his eyes and winces inwardly. “Shit. I didn’t do anything that would come back to haunt me eventually, right? Please say no.”

“Uh,” Richie says, but there’s an obvious pause. “No. You’re fine.”

“What?” Eddie asks, unable to help himself. If he’d managed to tarnish what little reputation he had in this college then… fuck. “I change my mind – tell me.”

Richie rubs at the back of his neck, and he’s smiling slightly, which Eddie reasons it can’t be that bad. “You uh… well, before you passed out, you did ask me… if we could… hook up.”

Eddie literally feels his eyes widen and he shoots upwards in panic mode, instantly causing his head to swear at him in multiple languages. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck he thinks rationally.

“I did what now?”

“Hey, it’s no big deal,” Richie insists as he raises both hands. “I was flattered, I guess. But I feel like I should say I’m not exactly looking to date right now or anything—”

“Oh, god, fuck my life,” Eddie whimpers, wishing the ground would swallow him whole. “I’m sorry, I – shit, have I just made things super awkward now? I mean, I know you’re cool with the whole gay thing, but I never meant—”

“Hey, wait,” Richie interrupts, but luckily he doesn’t sound angry. “You know I’m – I mean, I’m bi, so…”

Eddie blinks slowly, like he’s just learnt a new word. “O-oh… I… I didn’t know that, no…”

“Ah, well,” Richie smiles genuinely. “It’s not like we’ve ever made much effort to learn about each other.”

“Yeah… right.” Eddie says, feeling guilty even when he has no reason to be. “But, anyway… I just, sorry again, and I know for a fact it was just my drunk, lonely ass just wanting some company. We can totally brush it off. Forget it happened and just go back to being roommates. Sound good?”

Richie’s frowning now, and desperate for something to do Eddie reaches for his coffee and practically burns his tongue off, but soldiers through the pain if it means avoiding this embarrassing conversation. Richie is still quiet and Eddie is sure any second he’ll tell Eddie to go fuck himself for being a creeper in the first place.

“Well, I mean…” Richie starts, as if this entire situation was like any other reasonable discussion he’s had. “We can, if you really want to. I’m game.”

Eddie chokes on the coffee that was still running down his throat. He looks at Richie as if he’d just grown several heads. Surely it couldn’t be this simple, right? “Um, what?”

Richie remains nonchalant. “Roommates with benefits, you said? Not the worst idea ever.”

“What the hell is happening?” Eddie asks his coffee before looking back up to Richie. “You said it yourself we hardly know each other.”

“Yeah, but that’s usually the best case scenario.”

“And you’re being completely serious right now?”

“I mean, yeah,” Richie says. “Unless you’ve changed your mind and I’m only making myself look like an idiot right now.”

Eddie chews on his bottom lip, hardly believing this twist of outcomes. He’s sure the correct answer is ‘yes I’ve changed my mind’ and to just pretend this whole mess was a mistake, but some desperate, lonely part of him really likes the idea of finally getting to share his bed with someone. And he didn’t lie before when he confessed Richie was very attractive.

“I…” he hardly wonders how one drunken night could lead to this moment. What in the fuck was his life? “Yeah, I’m willing – I’m game. I think.”

Richie reacts with surprise but then extends a hand for Eddie to shake. “Alright, then. Seal the deal?”

Eddie laughs. “What are we? Some old timey fat cats?” he jokes but shakes the offered hand anyway.

“It felt like a business moment,” Richie says with a grin. There’s a pause where neither knows where to steer the conversation now.

“So… should we start now?” Eddie asks, unable to stop thinking about Justin Timberlake and Mila Whatever’s characters in that movie Bill made him watch years ago.

“Tempting, but, I do have somewhere to be very soon,” Richie answers, and Eddie flushes, wondering if Richie’s just being nice because Eddie knows he must look like shit right now. “Later, I suppose. When it happens it happens, ya feel?”

“S-sure.”

“Welp,” Richie slaps his knees before standing. “Must be off. You can finish the rest of the food in there. And I guess I’ll see you tonight…”

“Uh, yeah I’ll be here, most likely,” Eddie says, unsure if it’s all really this simple and if maybe he should draw up a planner for them to follow. No, that’s ridiculous.

“Oh, I have some pain killers in my top drawer if you need ‘em,” Richie adds before heading for the door. “Alright – bye.”

“Bye,” Eddie says to the empty room, and then his gaze lands on the brown bag.

Food first, then a shower, he decides, with a plan to go about this day as normal as any other. Easier said than done.

*

Stomach now full and his skin crying out for some goddamn soap, Eddie assembles his toiletries and slinks out of the room and down the hall to the communal bathroom. He’s never really liked the idea of sharing bathrooms with people, but he knew when he started college it would be something he’d have to get over – unless he was happy to drive the two hours up to his mother’s house to use her shower.

So he makes due, rubbing himself virtually raw with his loofah and face-scrub. There are two other guys standing by the mirrors and shaving when he steps out of the shower, and Eddie makes sure he doesn’t linger on their bare chests for too long.

It’s then that he can’t ignore thoughts of his deal with Richie and instantly a shiver racks through him, still unable to process the fact that it was going to happen. At some point. Very soon, probably.

With a cheeky smile he leaves and goes back to his room to change.

He begins drying his damp hair further with the towel and then stops abruptly, leaving the towel cascading over his head as his arms so slack at his sides. Eddie suffers a mental blank as he tries to think of something to kill time.

Study, you idiot, duh, his mind says helpfully.

Eddie sighs, knowing he does need to get back to the assignment he so carelessly abandoned last night. But as he looks around the room he’s overcome with memories of his pathetic drunken rambling, so he makes the quick decision to head over to the campus library so as to avoid distractions. Bag heavy and venti latte in hand, he deems himself ready to buckle down and study his little ass off when he walks inside the building.

“Hey, Eddie!”

A voice calls out, but Eddie doesn’t recognize it straight away. He turns to see Ben waving at him from behind the counter, and figuring it’d be rude to just wave back and keep walking, Eddie goes over to him with a wobbly smile.

“H-hey, Ben, right?”

Ben nods, resting his arms on the counter. “Yeah man. How’re you feeling? Bev said you got pretty wasted last night. Sorry about that, I like to make my drinks pretty strong.”

“No, it’s – I went too hard, I think. Richie helped me get home, luckily,” he laughs somewhat nervously. Ben’s a nice guy though, so Eddie is sure he’s not going to make fun of him somehow.

“Well it was nice to finally hang out. Richie’d mentioned you a few times; I’m surprised it took ‘till now to meet you,” Ben says.

“We both had a laugh about how little we know each other, funny that,” Eddie says, hiking up his bag when it starts to slip.

“Hey—” Ben says, his eyes lighting up. Eddie randomly thinks it must be impossible to say no to that face. “—we’re playing a gig this Wednesday, you should come!”

Eddie wonders who ‘we’ is. Bev, maybe? “Oh, that’s cool. I didn’t know you played.”

“Yeah man. Bev, Stan, Richie and myself. We play when we can. Nothing big, just for fun, really.”

And yet another thing about Richie I didn’t know, Eddie thinks. “Well cool, thanks for the invite. I’ll try and make sure I don’t have work that night.”

Ben grins proudly, pivoting on the spot when another student comes up with a reference inquiry. Eddie shuffles on his feet, wondering if that was the end of the interaction, but Ben grabs his attention before he can leave.

“Hey, you about to study? If you want, you can find a spot out the back here,” he says, jerking his thumb to another door behind him. “Staff study lounges – way better furniture and way less chatter to distract you. And there’s free coffee.”

A privilege Eddie’s not sure he’s earned; he wouldn’t want to appear as if he’s just using Ben for the guy’s connections. But then his easily tempted irritation glances around at all of the other bustling students in the library, and he figures a nice untainted room might do him some good.

“Thank you,” he tells Ben, following him behind the counter and down a corridor littered with posters and flyers. They reach the end and Ben guides him inside excitedly, showing him about and introducing him to some other workers who don’t appear to mind Eddie’s impromptu presence.

“Alright man, if you need something just holler out,” Ben finishes, clapping Eddie’s back and leaving him to the welcomed silence.

Eddie sets up his books and laptop near a window and smiles to himself, and as the wifi connects up he decides he’ll buy Ben some drinks at his gig to thank him.

*

Hours later when he’s finally done, he thanks Ben again while Ben gives him the details for their gig, and as he leaves the library Eddie practically has a bounce in his step as he walks back to the dorm buildings.

He’s still running on a study high so he doesn’t even notice right away that Richie is lying on his bed when he steps inside their room. Eddie stands frozen by the door but tries to shake himself out of it as he desperately holds on to that confidence from a minute ago.

“Hey,” he breathes out before hastily adding: “what’s up dude?” and cringes immediately after.

Richie lowers the book – a manga book, lord – he’s reading and peers over to Eddie with a coy smile. “Nothin’ much. You seem cheery.”

“Uh, yeah, had a good study session… just with myself, I mean.” Eddie crosses his arms and then uncrosses them, wondering how in the fuck he could be this awkward.

“Well that’s good news.”

He wonders if Richie is humouring him. It’s hard to tell. He dumps his bag by his desk and plugs in his phone to charge. “Uh, yeah. I even saw Ben working there,” Eddie makes a gesture as if to say ‘You remember Ben, don’t you?’

“Right, yeah.”

“He um, invited me to a gig you’re playing on Wednesday,” Eddie says quickly, watching Richie’s reaction. There isn’t much of a response. “Is that… okay? I don’t know if that’s crossing some kind of boundary line…”

Richie adjusts his glasses as he goes to sit up. “No, that’s cool. What, would you prefer to keep things separate or something?”

“Uh, no…?” Eddie hesitates. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind getting to know you, I guess. Like, you play in a band, that’s cool. Ben’s cool, too.”

Richie smiles again, and this time stands in a stretch. “It’s never as cool as pop culture makes it out to be. We hardly ever make money on it, and our crowds are usually drunk and call out requests like we’re a jukebox.” He laughs. “But we get free drinks, so.”

“Silver lining,” Eddie throws in.

Richie’s head falls forward, but he keeps his gaze on Eddie. His hands rest on his hips, like the image of a parent ready to scold him for reasons unknown to Eddie. And then almost fluidly he closes the few feet between them and suddenly his face is only a couple of inches away from Eddie’s, and Eddie’s breath catches when one of Richie’s hands meet his cheek.

“Um,” he says eloquently. Richie remains the picture of pure suave while Eddie feels his body go into meltdown mode.

“This okay?” Richie whispers and then just like that his mouth was on Eddie’s.

“Mmmph--”

It’s instantly overwhelming and it causes Eddie to react slowly, and so Richie pulls away marginally to let him recover but then he’s back again and Eddie tries his best to keep up with him, puckering his lips and angling for better access. His nose bumps into Richie’s glasses occasionally, and Eddie isn’t sure how to get around that now that his brain has shut down.

Richie decides for him and removes them without hesitation. “I can see okay without them.”

“Okay, good,” Eddie nods, and he idly wonders when his hands had found their way to Richie’s shirt collar. Richie was squinting slightly, but he was still gorgeous even without them. Typical.

There’s another pause, as if the both of them were mentally asking if this was really going to happen. Eddie’s desperately seeking libido takes reign and he almost yanks Richie back down to his level so he can proceed to kiss the living daylights out of him. It feels amazing to be able to just kiss someone again, even better, Richie was fucking skilled as.

Eddie releases Richie’s shirt and instead wraps his arms around Richie’s neck, and Richie’s hands are currently wondering down Eddie’s chest and curving at his hips.

Eddie moans at the contact and in that, Richie snakes his tongue into Eddie’s open mouth and Eddie breathes deeply through his nose, trying to keep up the perfect rhythm their mouths have got going. He fists a hand in Richie’s hair, and the groan Richie makes goes straight to Eddie’s ego. He was infinitely worried he had become rusty in his unsolicited sex-hiatus.  

Eddie makes a surprised gasp when Richie’s hands circle around his thighs and hoists him up almost effortlessly, and Eddie hooks his legs around Richie’s middle before releasing their lips with a wet ‘pop’.

“Oh, fuck,” Eddie refuses to admit he whines into Richie’s neck.

“Shit, you okay?” asks a breathless Richie.

Eddie merely nods while he tries to see past his foggy mind. “I… fuck – it is ridiculously hot that you can lift me, Jesus. My pride is kinda hurt but my dick is way too happy to care.”

“Good to know.”

The lifting was probably pointless, since their beds weren’t exactly far, but boy Eddie is glad he can store this new information away for later. Eddie angles back to look at Richie, his hands following the movement so they’re now cupping both sides of Richie’s face. Eddie never realized how plush Richie’s lips were. They’re certainly hard to ignore now. Eddie kisses him again, slow and lazily, and traces the tip of his tongue along Richie’s top lip.

I cannot believe this is happening, what the fuck.

It’s hard to ignore the strain in the front of his pants now, with his dick getting harder by the second. He wonders if Richie feels as good as he does.

Richie takes a step back in warning. “Let me take you to my bed.”

Eddie giggles slightly, but settles it in order to be able to continue kissing Richie. Richie’s grip tightens when they reach the other side of the room, and then Eddie feels himself being lowered down onto the bed gracefully as his back meets the comforter. His insides are burning up and Richie pins Eddie’s hands above his head as the taller boy uses his height to completely surround Eddie.

Normally that kind of action would piss Eddie off, but right now, in this moment, everything Richie does is somehow unbearably hot in the most intoxicating way and Eddie’s growing restless.

“C’mon man,” he nearly begs. “Maybe it’s only been days for you but it’s been months for me. Gimme the good stuff.”

“Oh, the good stuff?” Richie says, leaning down to trace the column of Eddie’s throat. “Why didn’t you say so?”

“Dick.”

“Was that an instruction or are you calling me one?”

“Both.”

“Okay, okay,” Richie laughs quietly before kissing Eddie deeply one more time. He lowers his hips down as well, and the friction of jean on jean isn’t all that great, but God any relief to his cock right now was enough to make Eddie’s eyes water slightly. Richie releases Eddie’s hands as he moves to sit up on his knees, and when Eddie hears a zipper opening Eddie reaches down to work on his own pants. He must show something on his face because Richie is rubbing soothing patterns along his arms.

“Hey, we’ll go slow tonight, yeah?” he assures Eddie, and the fear Eddie was surprised to have been feeling disappears in knowing that.

“Yeah, thanks,” he says, and Richie smiles kindly. They don’t undress much further, and for now that’s fine. Eddie takes a look at Richie and secretly admires the obvious tent in his boxers.

“Mind if I lead?”

Eddie shakes his head and wriggles slightly so his pants shimmy down some more. Richie leans over him again, kissing first on his lips and then trailing down his jaw and then along his collarbone. When Eddie feels a hand graze over his dick he swallows his gasp, resisting bucking up into it. God, it’s been so long.

“Eddie…”

Eddie full-body shivers at hearing his name on someone else’s tongue, and pulls at Richie’s shirt until the other boy is lifting it over his head and tossing it aside. Richie sneaks his hands under Eddie’s shirt in question, and Eddie nods, pushing his body up so his shirt can disappear too. Eddie knows his chest and arms aren’t much to look at, and he can’t help but notice the faint muscle definition displayed across Richie’s body – not too much but just that perfect amount.

“You’re gorgeous,” Eddie slips out.

“Me?” Richie says offhandedly, leaning back in to kiss Eddie again, and while Eddie has his eyes closed Richie has gone and shoved both of their underwear down and Eddie feels something new brush up against his now unclothed cock.

Eddie’s breath hitches profusely into Richie’s mouth when the feeling of fingers finally touch at his aching dick. While still clutching to Richie he draws away to look down, and it’s the sight of Richie’s hand being large enough to wrap around both of them that has Eddie’s head spinning.

“Oh, fuck, oh my God,” Eddie whimpers just as Richie begins pumping. “That is so not fair…”

“I’ve been told I’ve got magic fingers,” Richie practically gloats, his free hand currently rubbing at Eddie’s nipple.

Eddie scoffs. “Magi-ah..AHH—” he moans loudly when Richie adds some amazing pressure. Their pre-cum slicks up Richie’s hand easily and allows the pace to pick up. “Hnng, fuck you.” Richie chuckles, somehow evilly.

I’m having sex with my roommate, our dicks are currently touching, this guy has heard me singing along to DJ Jazzy Jeff and still wants to see me naked–

Eddie can feel every surface of his skin tingle, skin hot in all of the places Richie was currently touching him, and the frame of the bed had begun rocking slightly with Richie’s surprising strength. Eddie tries to smother his noises into Richie’s shoulder, but it grows impossible, and he gives up in favour of claiming Richie’s mouth once again.

“Rich…–” the rest is swallowed up hungrily and Eddie can feel his release building up with every passing second. Handjobs have always felt so high school, but for some reason it was now the hottest thing to happen to him and Eddie was in no way complaining. “Holy shit what the fuck, I mean honestly—”

“Ah, uh—fffuck,” Richie stammers, and then Eddie tests the waters by tugging at Richie’s hair again. His roommate almost growls and Eddie feels even more blood rush to his dick.

“You close?” Eddie asks, pulling Richie in closer. Richie grunts in reply and through sheer force of will somehow speeds his hand up, and Eddie chokes on his own damn tonsils in the process.

They’re both breathing heavily, the air around them sticky and hot and Eddie can feel his back melt unpleasantly into the comforter. He hardly cares, though, not when he can feel that white-hot heat finally consume his body as his hips lift off the bed, chasing it almost desperately as he cums blindingly for the first time in goddamn months.

Richie ruts a few more times as his rigorous hand sends Eddie further over the edge into a sensitive mess, and soon there’s a mixture of both their cum over their chests while they attempt to catch their breaths. Richie collapses next to him on the narrow bed, but Eddie can hardly bring himself to move, too sated to care about much of anything, really.

“Okay, so…” Richie starts after some minutes pass, and Eddie tries to stay in his little world for a bit longer. “That was… pretty great, actually.”

Eddie turns his head to look at him. Richie’s face is flushed, slightly sweaty on his forehead, eyes glossy. He licks his lips subconsciously. “Yeah? Uh, good.”

Richie watches him a bit longer, and Eddie wants to know what he’s thinking. “I guess we have a lot more to look forward to, huh?”

Eddie ignores the now-drying mess that is his chest and rolls onto his side. “Is that so? How lucky for me, then.” He smiles at Richie as he brushes some strands of hair away from his eyes.

“Man, we could’ve been doing this for ages,” Richie muses.

“Don’t think I would’ve been this easy back then,” Eddie threatens. “2016 Eddie still had his pride and ambitions.”

“Ah, so I’m your rock bottom, huh?”

“You’re hardly a bottom,” Eddie reasons.

“Why Mr. Kaspbrak, I do believe that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,” Richie laughs, and Eddie decides the best way to shut him up is by connecting their mouths again.

*

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Speed Dating by SBK

A/N:  3rd installment for the Richonnefics’ Date Night Series.  A request by @darknessstartstorise.  Hope you like it.

Michonne glances around curiously at the luxurious hotel as Sasha pulls forward and checks in with the valet.  She wonders for the tenth time why she allowed her best friend to convince her to attend this event.  She knew it was a bad idea from the start especially since Sasha was being a bit impulsive after her break up with Abe.  She tries her best not to remember the phone call she got from a clearly upset Sasha informing her that Abe had decided to go back to his ex-girlfriend, Rosita.  I never liked him much anyway.

She is brought back to the present as her car door is opened and a hand is reaching inside to assist her.  She accepts graciously and waits for Sasha to join her before the two walk inside.  “I really don’t think we should’ve signed up for this.”

“Would you relax a little?  Besides we’ve paid the fees, we’re here, and we’re going to make the best of it,” Sasha determines.

Michonne takes a deep breath and follows her friend, admiring the hotel’s décor and greenery.  She glimpses down for a quick look at her lacy blue dress and natural colored pumps, wondering if she should check her make up one last time.  She elbows Sasha at her side.  “Ladies room.”

Her friend gives a curt nod in agreement and they round a corner, following the signs.  Several minutes later, they arrive at their event for the evening, the room already teeming with music and conversation.  They check in, retrieve their name badges, and make their way to the bar.  They’d barely taken their first sip before the entrance doors were closed and a succession of bell rings ensued to get their attention.

The hostess is a red head and looks familiar to Michonne as she visited the web site after Sasha announced she’d signed them up.

“Welcome to tonight’s event.  My name is Ana and I’ll be your host.”  She takes a deep breath and yells excitedly, “Let’s do some speed dating!”  She goes on to recite the rules, instructing the females to remain at their assigned table as the men would be the ones to move from one to the other.  “Please feel free to use the index cards available at your tables.  They are just conversation openers if you need them.”

Michonne looks around the room quickly, trying to size up the men for Sasha.  She already knew she wouldn’t have any luck at a place like this.  The things we do for friends.  She was just about to tap said friend’s shoulder when she glimpses a pair of bright blue eyes looking her way.  She averts her eyes, looking to her opposite side to see if the guy could possibly be checking someone else out.  She giggles to herself and wonders if he’s into guys since there were only a couple of males to her left.

The host instructs them to find their table so the dating could begin.  Once the ladies are seated, the lights are slightly dimmed, the music is softened, and the bell rings three times singling the commencement of speed dating.

Michonne’s first date is tall, dark skinned, and very handsome.  He takes a seat and immediately goes into detail about himself.  She tries to remain attentive but finds herself searching the room for those blue eyes.  The lapse from her date signals that she should start sharing about herself but the bell rings again, signaling a change.  She smiles apologetically at her date, unbelieving that he spent the entire allotted time talking about himself.

The next guy is shorter, older, and balding but at least he offers to hear about her first.  She includes him as well and honestly loves his conversation but it all ends as the bell chimes again.  She gets a bit annoyed, wondering how people are actually supposed to connect in such a limited time frame.  She glances down the way to check on Sasha and isn’t surprised to see that her friend appears to be enjoying herself.

Date #3 is muscular, an ex-football player and not looking for any ties, just a hook up.  She draws a blank and quickly checks her note cards to garner something to say in response.  She notices the other ladies actually scribbling notes on the cards and cringes because she didn’t know they were supposed to do that.  She gets slightly flustered when the silence continues to grow.

“Look if you’re not into it, just say so.  Although I could show a beautiful woman like you the time of your life.  I bet you taste like……..”

DING!  DING!  DING!  Michonne physically deflates with relief as the bell rings, interrupting him promptly.  She gives him an uncertain smile and he lifts to a stand and mouths, “Call me.”  He drops a business card on the table and moves on.

Her mind is twirling and she cannot wait for this night to end.  She makes plans to let Sasha know that under no circumstances would she subject herself to this ever again.

Date #4 sits down slowly and she notices the black t-shirt first underneath a navy jacket.  She looks up a bit further and tries to contain her smile.  Blue eyes.  She zooms in on his name badge.  Rick.

“We really don’t need those cue cards do we?”  He asks in a deep, slow, southern drawl.

She gives a slight shake of her head and allows the cards to drop to the table.  “I’m Michonne.”  She cringes as she realizes she was wearing a name badge as well.

“Thank you.  I was wondering how you pronounced it.  That’s a uh….beautiful name.”  He pauses.  “I know this is speed dating but I really don’t wanna rush anythang with you.”

Michonne tries her best to keep her cool.  How is he saying all the right things or have I just been this deprived of male attention? “That bell will be ringing before we know it.  I’m an attorney.”

“Cop.”

“33.”

“35.”

“Divorced.”

“Me too.  One kid.”

“Me too.  One kid that is.”

“Didn’t really wanna be here tonight.”

She laughs.  “Me either.”

“But now I’m glad I came.”

“Me too.”  She hesitates.  “So how’d you hear about this event?”

“I didn’t.  Friend of mine signed me up.”

She laughs again.  “That’s something else we have in common.”

“Your friends interfering in your love life too….or lack thereof?”

“Something like that.  You live here in Atlanta?”

“About 30 minutes away.  You?”

“Been here for almost 10 years now.”

“You like it?”

She nods.  “Sometimes I wish for a slower pace.  I’m originally from Columbus so….”

The bell rings loudly but Rick takes his time moving to the next table.  He lingers and is practically pushed aside by Date #5 who spends his time talking about the rudeness of Date #4.  Michonne half listens, allowing her eyes to find Rick.  As if he can sense her gaze, he looks up and smiles.

Rick’s Date #5 reminds him they’re on restricted time and asks him right off if he is looking to get married and have kids.  He frowns slightly and glances at Michonne again.  “Not…particularly.”

“Are you even paying attention?”  His date asks.  “Why’d you come out tonight if you’re not looking for a long lasting relationship?”

He looks her over, taking in her wheat colored hair and sad green eyes.  He immediately feels remorse but can’t help being honest with her.  Isn’t honesty the best policy?  “Actually a friend signed me up.  This isn’t really my thang.”

“Are all the men assholes tonight?”

“Beg your pardon?”  He steals another glance at Michonne.

“Not only are you wasting my time but you’re checking out someone else when you’re supposed to be talking to me!”  She grabs her drink and douses him with it before grabbing her purse and storming out of the room.

The bell chimes more than three times and the lights are brightened again.

Ana apologizes profusely to Rick, grabbing some napkins to dab his face and clothes.  He shakes his hands free of moisture and gives Michonne the most dazzling smile she has ever seen on a man.  She smiles right back, relishing in her racing heart and elevated breathing.  She hasn’t been this excited about anything, let alone a man, in a long, long time.

They continue with Date #6, Rick finally arriving at Sasha’s table.  She smirks and says, “I noticed that smile you gave my friend Michonne down there.”

“You’re the friend who signed her up for this?”

“I am.  So what’s your purpose here tonight?  A hook up?  If so, keep looking coz my girl is not like that.  She didn’t even wanna be here tonight.  I…..”

Rick cuts her off.  “Me either.  A friend signed me and Daryl up and then ditched us.”  He looks down the way to notice Daryl talking with Michonne.

“Daryl’s your friend?”

“He is.”  Rick notices the glance Sasha gives his friend.  “Well….are you interested in my buddy Daryl?”

The dates finally come to an end and Michonne makes a beeline for the bar to refresh her drink while Ana gives even more instructions.  Sasha makes her way to her side with Rick and Daryl in tow.  She holds up one finger as an indicator for the gentlemen to give her a minute then gives her full attention to her friend.

“So I’ve committed you to another event.”

Michonne groans.  “Sasha please.  No more.  I’m really ready to go”

“Even if Rick wants to take you out for dinner?”

Michonne swallows nervously.  “Did he say that or are you playing matchmaker?”

Sasha lifts to her full height and leans in.  “Listen Daryl and Rick are friends.  Rick’s interested in you and I’m interested in Daryl.  Need I say more?  Rick and I are kinda helping each other out.  It’ll be a double date.”

Michonne allows her eyes to travel from the man’s brown cowboy boots to jean clad legs, racing over what she’d seen earlier and arriving at his face.  She tells herself that he is not bad looking at all and admits that she wants to know more about him. 

Meanwhile, Rick is sizing her up as well taking in the long dreadlocks, the exquisitely made up face, smooth looking skin, ample breasts and tiny waist encased in blue lace, toned legs, and high heel shoes.  He waits nervously wondering if he misread their interaction.  Maybe she’s not interested after all.

Sasha approaches them, arm in arm with her friend.  “We’d be delighted to have dinner with you gentlemen.”

Rick smiles while Daryl stutters.  The former opted not to mention anything in case they were rejected.

“Dinner?”  The latter asks.  “With us?”

“Well if you have other plans,” Sasha leads.

“No.  No ma’am.  It’d be my pleasure,” Daryl states.  He steps to Sasha cautiously.

She smiles.  “Good.  Let’s get one thing straight before we leave.  Don’t call me ma’am.”

“Yes ma…..I mean.  Yeah ok.”

Rick and Michonne meet in the middle and fall in step behind their friends.

“So did tonight meet your expectations?”  He asks.

“More like exceeded them,” she answers.

“Well I hope that’s a good thang.”

“It’s good.  Very good.”

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U.A stands for Universal Analytics. The Universal Analytics tracking code can be found in the admin section of web property. 46. What are the different elements of Event Tracking in Google Analytics? There are three elements in event tracking. they are Categories Actions Labels 47. What is RPC in Google Analytics? RPC stands for Revenue Per Click is a metric available in Google Analytics for using of E-Commerce tracking. 48. How to identify the top or popular pages on my website in Google Analytics? To identify the top landing pages on our website by using google analytics got to behavior section. You can find the top 10 trending content on your website. 49 .How can you identify the keywords that are sending paid traffic to my website? The keyword column displays traffic that are coming from organic and paid. 50. What is event tracking in Google Analytics? Event tracking includes the Google Analytics code customization and it is used to track a specific occasion or an action on a website like a tick, download of documents, files, software’s etc. 51. What is a Search Depth in Google Analytics? Search Depth in Google Analytics is the average number of page visitors viewed after performing a search on site. 52. What are cookies in analytics? Cookies are the text files which are stored on the client computer. 53. What is Cohort Size? Cohort determines time frame that is used to determine the size of each cohort. 54. How many types of custom Reports in Google Analytics? There are 3 types of custom Reports in Google Analytics.they are Explorer Flat Table Map overlay 55. What is Explorer? A Standard Google analytics report that consist line graph and data table that include dynamic the elements like search, sort and secondary dimensions. 56. What is Flat Table? A static sortable table that displays that data in rows. 57. What is Mapoverlay? A Map of the world of different regions and countries displaying in darker colours to indicate the traffic and engagement Volume. 58. What is site search button? If you have a site search button on your website. You want to know what the people are searching for when they come to your site. This is mainly useful for E-Commerce site. 59. What is Cohort in Google Analytics? Cohort means a group of user who share the same content with same time. They are four sections Cohort type Cohort size Metric Date range 60. What is Cohort type? The cohort type corresponds to table column that includes total number of users in cohort, currently only one position is available that is acquisition date. 61. What is meant by conversions and how will you track conversions through GA? Conversions happens when any predefined goals are accomplished thereby generating ROI to the business. In other words if the user take any desired action on the site, its considered as conversion. For example filling the form, purchasing a product etc. We use Goals in Analytics to set the conversion tracking. 62. Role of KPI in Google Analytics? This is the common Google analytics Interview Questions asked in an interview. KPI stands for Key Performance Indicator. It helps in tracking the important things to a business. For eg: No. of visits, no. of clicks, sessions, returning users, first-time visitors, bounce rate etc. KPI helps you track your business SLA’s as well. 63. What is a Cohort in Google Analytics? Cohort refers to a set of customers who shares the same characteristics as they have same bought the same kind of products, they have the same purchase date etc. It helps an organization to analyze group wise behavior by their metrics and revenue. 64. Does Google Analytics support real-time data? Yes. With Google Analytics we can observe the present traffic to a webpage. It can give an update about data traffic, insights, reactions happening on your webpage for every moment. This can help the organization drive the promotional campaign on Twitter or any other public websites. 65. Explain A/B testing in terms of Google Analytics. A/B testing is a great way to identify and fix the improvements that can result in the major impact on your online success. E.g. You have two variations of your webpage. And you divided the traffic equally 50%-50% towards both the pages. Suppose outcome of Analysis of both the pages came out to be: People are more fascinated or more reactive towards the first page rather than the 2nd page. Hence you finalize on your 1st page, as that is more effective. So, the decision made here is not based on intuition. Instead, it’s a fact-based decision. Google Analytics uses this A/B testing to improvise on the website content management. 66. What do you know about the bounce rate? What’s the optimal value of bounce rate for a website? Bounce rate is the measure of the number of customers who leave the website without visiting any other page. The higher the bounce rate, the negative is the response of customers. Google Analytics focuses on two things: Bounce rate of a webpage & Bounce rate of a website. 30% bounce rate is considered normal. 30% to 70% is slightly worrisome. Above 70% means people are not sticking to your website and you need to optimize your website immediately. High bounce rate can bring the conclusion which is as follows: Page quality is not that good to engage people on the website. Purpose of a page not matching with the demand of the audience. Visitors have not found the extent of the information that they were looking for. 67. Can you explain events in Google Analytics? This is the most popular Google analytics Interview Questions asked in an interview. An event is a word referred for collecting the interaction with the web page or screen load. Few examples are: Click Gadgets Downloads Flash elements Video plays etc. The event has 4 components: Category Action Label Value 68. Explain the terms: Dimensions & Metrics in Google Analytics. The basic unit of any analytical report is comprising of dimensions and metrics. To represent a table, dimensions are arranged in rows, and metrics are arranged in columns. Dimensions are the data which is attributed such as city, browser, product type, geo, country etc. Metrics are the quantitative measurement such as bounce rate, session duration, number of events etc. GOOGLE ANALYTICS Questions with Answers Pdf Download Read the full article