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quillsareswords · 2 years

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!!!! Okokok !!!! But imagine going through a haunted house with Damian. Holding onto him as he guides you through and him just smirking whenever you get scared

I'll be honest this was kind of hard to write bc I don't scare very easy w jumpscares so if it seems off I'm sorry!! Blame my mother, she did to me so much as a kid it doesn't phase me anymore 🥲

DAMIAN WAYNE X READER

WARNINGS: language

MASTER LIST in BIO

"This was a terrible idea. Horrible. Absolutely intolerable. What is wrong with you."

He's glad for the dim lighting, because you'd definitely chew his head off if you could see the way he's smiling. Smug bastard, you'd crow. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm having a fantastic time."

If looks could kill, Damian Wayne would be buried in your backyard right now. "I hate you so much right now."

He really hopes you can't feel him trying to suppress a laugh. Your nails are digging into his arm through his shirt, but he barely feels it for the giddiness blooming through his chest.

You open your mouth right as you turn a corner, but a cackling corpse with bleeding eyes lunges to the end of a set of chains bracketed to the wall, and all that crosses your lips is a shriek.

Now he's laughing. Loud and boisterous, uncontainable.

A noise that, under normal circumstances, you'd be reveling in. Right now? You want to wad up a strip of dilapidated fabric from the wall and shove it down his throat until he chokes.

"Let's go to a haunted house," you mock, pitching your voice, and it sounds freakishly alike to his voice in sixth grade. "I'm never listening to you again. You're officially the last person I trust, now. Congratulations."

Of course it was his idea. You get good-naturedly frightened—with no real danger—while he still gets to play your knight in shining armor, big brave protector? Sign him the fuck up.

He's grinning ear to ear, beaming brighter than the colored spotlights that shine down on a mad scientist's lab in front of you. "It isn't my fault you're so jumpy."

"Seven hours of horror movies will do that to a person, asshole."

He laughs again, pulling you through a curtained doorway. It doesn't take much. He's pretty sure that even if you weren't clinging to his arm for dear life, you still wouldn't let him get more than five inches away from you.

A werewolf yowls right next to you, and the scream you unleash rings all the way out to the entrance.

Damian's pretty sure his arm is bleeding, but he can't be sure because it's gone numb. Totally worth it.

#damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne blurb #quillshalloweencollection

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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Professor Hotch for your multi verse monday? please please please pretty please I'd DIE for Professor Hotch. Also my grades would do a swan dive but who even cares about that?

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

The door of his office creaks open when you knock on it and your breath hitches as you realize it was never actually closed. You feel like you're intruding, but you hear your professor's strong voice tell you to 'come in', and you step through the door.

Professor Hotchner is sitting behind his desk, his arm in a sling. It's jarring, but not as terrible as you'd expected when he'd taken a week off due to a 'firearm-related mishap'. The email had said nothing more, in fact, you're certain it couldn't have said any less, but you suppose you're just thankful he hadn't blown a hole in his chest.

"I read your email," You start, tinfoil-covered platter in hand, "And I wasn't sure if you were alright. It was, um," You struggle for the words, chuckling sheepishly, "It was a scary email to receive."

He lets a soft smile grace his tired features, a sight you don't normally get to see. "It was a scary email to write," He admits, "I did it in the back of an ambulance with my one good hand."

"Oh my god-" You can't stop yourself from reacting, but he lets out a deep chuckle at your indignance, so you don't bother beating yourself up for it. "A-Anyways, I baked you these. I guess they won't really help, but- but I hope you enjoy them."

You peel back the layer of foil to reveal a platter of brownies. Something in his face softens, and it plants delicate seeds in your chest that bloom into overzealous joy. Your professor is notorious for being stony-faced, too serious for his own good. But with his arm in a sling, dark circles beneath his eyes, and shiny eyes at a plate of brownies, you suspect he's just like everyone else.

"Thank you," He finds words after a moment, glancing back up at you with his striking brown eyes, "Really, Y/N, I appreciate this. A lot, this is.." His eyebrows raise and he exhales through a smile, "This is very sweet of you."

"Of course," You smile sincerely at him, emboldened by his reaction. He gestures to the chair across from him, sleek black armrests shining with the reflection of the overhead light.

"Would you like to sit for a while? I didn't know it before but I'm in the mood for something sweet." He clears off a stack of papers from the spot on his desk you take a seat at. You set the brownies there, and he produces a napkin from somewhere inside of his bag.

He has to use his injured arm, so it's a slow, careful movement. Without thinking you reach out and take it from him, spreading it out over the wood. He thanks you softly, and pulls two brownies from the platter.

"Here," He tears the napkin in two, pushing one of the brownies towards you, "You're welcome to join me."

"Oh, thank you!" You eagerly accept the treat, trying not to seem obvious about watching him for a reaction. The deep, guttural groan that comes from his throat strikes you with a bolt of lightning that goes straight down your spine. It has you shifting in your seat slightly, and you use the brownie to stuff your own mouth.

"These are fantastic," He mumbles, speaking politely around a bite. His massive hand covers his mouth so that you can't see him chewing, and you try not to stare at it. You think it would look similarly fantastic wrapped around your-

"My son is going to be very happy with you," He muses, mouth finally free of fudge. Your eyes widen and flit to a photo frame on his desk, a little boy with a backpack on grinning up at you. You coo, swallowing your own brownie bite.

"He's adorable," And you mean it, the boy is all toothy grin and rosy cheeks.

Professor Hotchner hums in agreement, "Brownies are his favorite."

"I hope he likes them, too." You conclude, sinking your teeth back into the brownie, "You can't go wrong with brownies."

The next time you sit down at your desk in class, there's a paper there. It's folded and stuck shut with a green sticker, heart-shaped. You'd have left it alone, considered it an accident, but your name is written in yellow crayon on the page. You peel it open curiously, and your heart melts at what you find.

Y/N, the card reads, in a child's handwriting.

Thank you so much for the brownees brownies. My daddy lets me have one every night after dinner. They are Very good. We think you should start a bakery. I will come Every day after school!

Thank you very much,

Jack Hotchner

One glance up at Professor Hotchner at the front of the classroom reveals him staring up at you, something nervous in his eyes. At your grin, though, his own blossoms, genuine and warm. You hold eye contact for a moment, possibly too long, and then someone breaks your line of sight with him. A student comes up to ask him something, and he's looking away in a daze. You tuck the letter safely into your bag, making a mental note to tell Professor Hotchner that he's got the cutest kid in the world, and that you'll gladly start a bakery if it means you'll see them every day.

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bippot · 2 years

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Might be weird for you to write if you don't like this kinnnda thing sooo don't do it if your uncomfortable.... love to see something with a daddy kink. Eddie or Adrian? Both if possible. Again I get if you not okay with it. Love yous xx

Summary: They get paired together for a biology assessment. That's it. The popular cheerleader would never ruin her reputation and standing with her parents for a DnD nerd. Unless....?

Also, why does Jason Carver hate Eddie Munson so much?

Tags: Cheerleaders, Daddy Kink, Semi-Public Sex, Fluff and Smut, Cheating

Song Recommendation: Rich Girl by Hall and Oats.

Stranger Things, Eddie Munson Masterlist - here

Cheerleaders. Love em or hate em, they're an American tradition. There's a reason why you find girls like that in all of the movies surrounding the high school experience. They were supposed to be perfect, pure, and innocent, but as most know, they are notorious bitches.

Well, a lot of them are. Take Y/N for example. She was whip-smart with a sharp tongue and that uniform, oh, that uniform made Eddie feel things that he didn't want to feel. He thought that cheerleading uniforms were some sort of torture device made by perverts to ensure that horny teenage boys got boners whenever they stared at them for too long. But, it was never going to happen. The freak and the queen bitch? Nope. That would never happen to poor ol' Munson, right?

They were in the same year at school. It was back at Eddie's first try at graduating high school. Back when everything seemed possible, when there weren't nearly as many problems in his life. Back when the only problem on his mind was this goddamned assignment that Mr Kane was yapping on about.

Something something biology. Presentation.... oh fuck me in the ass, this class is so fucking boring. If I shoved this pencil in my eye, would I die? What if I shoved two pencils, one in each eye? Would I double die? Or would it cancel each other out?

"Edward Munson, could you please pay attention for five minutes?" Eddie snapped his eyes up from his notebook to his teacher - and the rest of the other students who were staring at him.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" he responded politely, but with an air of arrogance that he had perfected throughout high school, knowing that teachers hated it and they hated him for it. It's not his fault that school sucks and is boring. He just spends the majority of it in his own head. It's way more interesting in there.

Mr Kane took that as his cue to continue what he was saying. Like the absolute prick he was, he decided to announce, "It's time to partner up. Yeah, you heard that correctly, I've decided to let you share the brunt of your work with one of your lovely classmates," in a tired and humourless voice.

Brilliant. Amazing. Fucking fantastic. Not only was Eddie going to disappoint Uncle Wayne with his grades, but also one of his fellow students. Perfect. He was waiting for the moment when whoever was picked to go with him, whined about it to the teacher and either:

a) managed to swap partners

b) made it very clear that Eddie 0% of the work

Because that's what was going to happen. Nobody ever wanted to work with him. Why would they? He was awful at homework and tests and all that assignment bullshit. Hell, he barely went to class. He sat alone doodling in his notebook most of the time, staring at the door and waiting for a chance to leave.

"Y/N and.... and, who's left? Y/N and Eddie."

For fucks sake.

There was a smattering of laughter as people snickered to themselves. This wasn't going well at all. What a perfect combination. He could probably survive, right? Maybe. But, then again, maybe not. Oh, how he wished that he was invisible.

Hey, it's all good. It's not like she'll want to talk to him and go over the work or anything. She'll do all the work and get an A- or whatever she usually gets, and he'll get a big, fat F because she'd tell on him in no time. Right?

Right? Wrong. As he left the classroom, he heard her calling his name from behind. Great. Now he'd have to deal with the girl he had been crushing on since the beginning of school. He sighed, preparing himself mentally and emotionally as she caught up with him to tug on his sleeve.

"Are you fucking deaf, Munson?" she snapped in her usual sassy manner as she spoke. He rolled his eyes in return as he glared down at her, raising an eyebrow as he waited for her to continue with the onslaught of insults that were bound to come from those pouty lips of hers.

When she didn't say anything else, he looked at her questioningly, waiting for an explanation. When she remained silent, he decided it would be best if he cut in before she started another tirade. "What is it, Y/N? You want to swap partners? Be my fucking guest. I mean, you obviously want to switch partners. Just say it." He knew he sounded rude, but there was no point in holding back on someone who had a mouth like hers. He couldn't help it, she just pissed him off. She was always like this; sarcastic, disrespectful, rude, pretty, totally out of his league, surprisingly funny when she wanted to be, a quick thinker that he knew had a lot more going on than it seemed at first.

One thing that always brought a smile to his face was a memory that he had of her. It was simple. Quick. He didn't even know if she remembered it. He'd come out of the Hellfire room a little late as he'd been packing up after a session - all the other boys had gone home by now - and he thought that the parking lot would've been empty.

Nope. It wasn't.

Sat on the curb with what Eddie assumed to be her boyfriend's hoodie on, Y/N was still waiting for her ride. Luckily, she wasn't alone. A stray cat that often liked to prowl the school after hours took a shine to the cheerleader, nuzzling itself into her leg. Eddie had never seen Y/N look so happy before. She was smiling, giggling, playing around with the cat, talking softly to it and playing with its ears while Eddie watched on in complete awe. As stupid as it sounds, he came to the realisation 'Oh, she's just a girl'. He'd seen her as this unapproachable and strong, intimidating force, but looking at her now, it seemed like she really wasn't that bad. There was niceness to her. Something inside of her shone through, something soft and kind and sweet that she hid away from the general population of their classmates.

It hurt his heart a little, but he tried not to think too much about it as he cleared his throat to acknowledge that he was there. "Are you okay?" he asked bluntly as she jumped at his sudden interruption and accidentally scared away the cat. "Whoops, my bad. I'm sorry."

"Eddie Munson? What do you want?" she sneered, crossing her arms as she looked at him with annoyance. Ah, so the mask was back up already.

"Would you like a ride?"

"From you?"

"It looks like it's going to rain."

And, she noticed the sky turning dark. Well, shit, he was right. She glanced down at her watch and realised that it was way beyond the time her boyfriend was supposed to pick her up. Evan had forgotten.

Again.

So, she weakly nodded and accepted his hand when he offered it to help her up. It was awkwardly silent as he guided her to his van and opened the door for her to get in. Y/N had never been treated in such a way. He was a gentleman. That was new information that she'd try not to dwell on. And since she'd never had the door cordially opened for her, she couldn't help but respond with a coy, "Th-thank you," and if she wasn't mistaken, there was a blush threatening to creep onto her cheeks.

As soon as she'd taken her seat in his car, he got in and pulled away from the school grounds. After she got settled in, she turned to look at him and saw him watching her with concern. "How was your day?" he asked gently, trying to break the silence.

"Fine." She paused for a second, deciding whether or not to give him some more details, but quickly abandoned the thought. He didn't need them. No matter what she told him, he wouldn't care. "You?"

"Same old, same old," he answered, glancing over at her briefly before he continued driving. They both stared straight ahead in silence again until he decided to ask, "So...you like cats?"

Honestly, it was the only thing he could think of saying. It seemed like the safest question starter, plus, it was better than the tense nothingness that was the alternative. She looked down at her lap, refusing to make eye contact, before replying "Yeah. I'm not allowed any pets at home. Mom says she's allergic but I don't think that's true." Then, she chuckled quietly, "I love animals though."

"There's this dog that is always around where I live. Don't know if he's got a proper name but I call him Scruffball. Don't even know if he's got an owner," he explained, laughing lightly under his breath when he caught her expression at the mention of a dog. It was cute. Very cute. "He loves me. I mean, who doesn't? Yeah, he's always waiting for me when I get home." His smile widened and he added, "He likes to chew on my shoelaces."

A small chuckle escaped her as her gaze lifted to glance at his, meeting his eyes for a split second before shifting her head to look out the window. There was a strange, unfamiliar feeling bubbling inside of her chest. It felt nice. Warm. Comforting. Like butterflies were fluttering around in her stomach. God, she hoped that didn't mean what she thought that meant. Did she like him? No. She was just sad that her boyfriend was probably too preoccupied with fucking her friends to pick her up from practice. No way. It's not as if she had always thought he was cute. He was here. That was it. Evan wasn't here. Eddie was.

Hardening her resolve, she coolly announced, "You can drop me off here."

"Do you live around here?" Eddie asked curiously, taking in how different the buildings seemed. This neighbourhood definitely wasn't anything like the trailer park. It was that perfect picket fence type of place that he assumed all cheerleaders lived in.

"Does it matter? I can walk."

The weather outside was horrible. Terrible winds and pouring rain. "You're not walking in this rain, Y/N. You'll catch pneumonia or something," he argued, glancing over at her before continuing, "How else will you do all those... moves? All the-" He took both hands off the steering wheel to shake his hands like he was holding pom poms and smiled when he caught her attention. "All of those."

Why was she smiling? Why the hell was she smiling? It was impossible to stop the way the corners of her mouth upturned upwards ever so slightly. Her lips quivered slightly at the sides with amusement as she fought to keep her laugh from escaping.

"You sold to Harrington in the year below at his party last month, right?"

"Yeah."

"I live opposite."

He was grinning bigger than before. That smug bastard had weaselled information out of her. He'd gotten his way somehow and safely dropped her off at her house. By the time they'd reached her drive, the rain had stopped.

"Here you go, princess. Your... absolutely fucking huge house," he almost gasped, his jaw hanging open as he saw her home. It wasn't a mansion, but definitely bigger than he was used to. Like three stories with a massive lawn and a Dogwood tree in the yard. Every bit of the shrubbery green and beautiful and well maintained. Everything looked fancy. It looked like it belonged in a movie.

Was she rich? Most popular people are rich. Why would she be any different? They're all rich and snotty and have pretty things to show off to impress their other snotty friends.

"Do you have a pool? It looks like the type of house to have a pool."

"Yeah. My mother is fucking the pool boy and everything," she joked, trying to pass it off as an offhanded comment that he shouldn't take seriously. It was true. Of course it was.

Normally, when she phrased things like that, people tended to take them as surface level shit. You know, she said them in a jokey way so they must be just that: jokes. Not Eddie. He picked up on the slight sad undertone in her voice and exclaimed, "Really? That sucks. My old man cheated on my mom before she died, yeah, he was the worst. It, uh, never stops feeling weird, just so you know."

"That sucks..."

They fell silent and neither made any move to leave. Neither one knew why. Maybe it was because no matter how cold the air might feel against their skin, they couldn't help feeling warm when they're together. Maybe it was because neither wanted to leave just yet. Maybe it was because neither wanted to let the other go.

Yet, they couldn't let the other know. Especially not Y/N. Eddie having a crush on Y/N was fine from the outside. Yeah, why wouldn't he? She was popular, hot and mean. The dream girl. Eddie, on the other hand, was social suicide to interact with, let alone be interested in. A loser. A freak. An idiot. A DnD nerd, whatever the fuck that was. There was no way she was going to go public with this information.

"Uh, thanks for the ride." She unbuckled herself and went to pull the door handle but hesitated. Before she could stop herself, she turned and quickly placed a kiss on his cheek then got out. "Don't tell anyone I did that or I will make your life a hell."

"Yes ma'am!" he replied mockingly, his face growing redder by the second. "Good night," he murmured as she closed the door and began walking towards her front door. Once she disappeared into her house, he let out the deep sigh and ran a hand through his hair before leaning back against the headrest and staring ahead. What the fuck had just happened? And why did she act like it hadn't happened when they got to school the next day?

Transporting back to his current mind, Eddie realised he hadn't responded to her yet. She said something and he was too busy thinking about how soft her lips felt against his cheek to pay attention. It was months ago, but it was if she'd just done it, as if it happened yesterday.

"What did you say?"

"Library or my house? And don't say your trailer. My dad would kill me if he heard that I was seen there."

A snort left his lips in disbelief. What? She actually wanted to work with him? Was she trying to get a rise out of him? She must know about his very obvious crush on her. Or was it just her being cute? Oh yeah. That's exactly what it was. A flirty joke, as the kiss must've been too. She was trying to embarrass him in front of everyone. Typical bitchy cheerleader behavior.

"If you don't make your mind up, I will make it for you."

"...What?"

She sighed impatiently, crossing her arms over her chest. If looks could kill, he'd already be dead. How long did he want to prolong this interaction? People had already noticed that she was talking to him. And as she glanced over her shoulder, she noticed Evan walking up to them.

"You know where. Friday. Six. Don't be late."

Woah, she did remember.

Then without another word, she strutted away and straight to her boyfriend with a fake smile plastered on her face that didn't quite reach her eyes, despite her best efforts.

Eddie's heart was beating faster than ever before and he couldn't believe what she had done. Did she really just...? No! No way! Absolutely not. He wouldn't let himself fall for the stupid cheerleader that was the only one who ever offered to let him help out. For the first time in ages, he was going to do half the work, which he'd never been excited about before. And, since he was stationary in the middle of a busy corridor, someone bumped into him and yelled, "Out of the way, fucking loser."

And he couldn't help but retort, "Sorry, couldn't fit your fat head through the gap, Harlington?"

"Fuck you."

"No, fuck you. Eat a dick."

After that, he managed to walk away without further interaction from anyone else. All while thinking to himself, 'Jesus Christ, what the actual fuck?!' He had just gotten a date with the hottest girl at Hawkins High School. A study date, but still. He smiled stupidly to himself, completely lost in his own little world as he made his way to the Hellfire table.

Friday evening was a mix of emotions. On one hand, holy shit was he excited. Eddie Munson was excited to do homework? Well, no. Not that bit. Hanging out with Y/N again, that was it. It would definitely be more time together than their little driving session. Yet, he was also beyond anxious. She wasn't the easiest to interact with at times. She had a temper on her and was extremely stubborn and sometimes harsh. And that just added more fuel to the fire to the fact that he was obsessed with her.

Actually, if it went well and he had the guts to, he could ask if she'd kissed him with the intention of turning his pesky little crush into, well, into what he felt for her now. He couldn't quite bring himself to admit the truth, though, so he settled for just hoping for the best.

There were so many concerns rushing around his fuzzy head. Like, what should he wear? Should he dress casual or something more out there? Eyeliner? What if he looks like a dork? Maybe he should wear his old blue jacket. He was wearing it at school today. Should he go for a new shirt? Wait, did he even need to change? Should he shave? Shit! Does she expect him to shave? No, of course she doesn't.

Oh shit. What if her parents were home? He wasn't good with parents. Parents didn't like him. Fuck, not even his own liked him. That's it! He's cancelling this whole thing! He'd rather die than spend any more time pondering this. Just give up. Stay home and lock himself in his bedroom for as long as he could. Yes. That'll work. That's totally it.

However, he could imagine that annoyed pout she'd get if he didn't turn up and he immediately stopped that train of thought in its tracks before continuing. No, he couldn't just ditch this. This was his chance, right here and now! With all these thoughts running around the inside his head, it took less than two minutes for him to jump in his van and start driving. Hopefully, by the time he got there, all his worries will be put aside for good and it's not like he has any plans for this evening anyway. (He totally got asked if he wanted to hang out with his buddy Socko and get absolutely wasted but he declined because he had 'other' obligations).

As he arrived at her house, he rang the doorbell and waited impatiently for someone to answer it. There was no answer after a whole minute and he was growing desperate. He knew he was going to regret this, but he pressed the doorbell once more anyway and called out, "Hello!"

In a huff, she opened the door wide, revealing herself in her normal clothes opposed to her cheerleading costume with a disapproving frown on her face. "I told you-" she stopped abruptly when she saw him standing there, looking stunned and slightly embarrassed. "Oh, I thought you were...Hi. Come on in."

"Who'd you think I was?"

"My boyfriend," she deadpanned at him. Damn it. He forgot about that asshole Evan. He was the captain of the basketball team. Jocks and cheerleaders make sense together. It was an inevitability that those two would be together.

Eddie shook his head and forced himself to look away from her to focus on the surroundings of her house. Yep, just as he thought - clean and neat. Perfect. Nothing was messy in this place. It was almost as if nobody lived here. It might've been a house that her family lived in but there weren't any photos or personal touches - this wasn't a home. It couldn't be. It was visually so devoid of warmth. Yet, her house looked like her father would have some really nice ashtrays that he'd love to steal.

It looked so cold and lifeless and lonely. He felt a sudden pang of pity for the girl, which quickly faded as she ordered, "Take off your shoes."

"What?"

"You heard me," she said, crossing her arms over her chest as she gave him a stern look. "Do it." He shrugged and did what she instructed him to do - although, it was obvious that he was reluctant in complying with her request.

He just hoped she didn't hear him mumbling under his breath, "Cunt." He didn't know why he said that, either. It was reasonable to take your shoes off so you don't trail mud or grime or whatever gross shit lives at the bottom of your shoes. Yet, she could've been nicer. Was that too much to ask?

Emerging from the stairs was a blonde haired boy that Eddie had seen around school. He was also on the basketball team. Eddie was also aware of that. But he hadn't talked to him. Why would he? Just because he was seriously swooning over the guy's sister, didn't mean that Eddie wanted to interact with the other Carver. "Why's Munson here?"

"Biology project, dear brother."

Jason rolled his eyes and brushed past Y/N to get to the kitchen, giving Eddie a nod as they crossed paths. Weirdly, these siblings looked nothing alike. Eddie's mind went back to the joke about Y/N's mother having an affair, and looking at the two of them, he guessed she had more than one instance of adultery. Y/N's eyes followed her brother as walked and she inquired, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Yeah," Jason lied with a shrug, not caring whether she believed him or not.

"Do you want me to make you anything?"

"I just told you that I've eaten!"

"Well, you lied. Didn't you?"

Siblings. Eddie was glad he didn't have a brother or sister. He was so pleased at that moment to be an only child.

"So, I'll repeat my question, do you want me to make you anything before you out?"

"Who says I'm going out?"

"Why do you have your jacket on then?" she questioned with a knowing glint to her eye. Jason paused briefly at this question and then turned around to shoot her a glare.

The siblings had a mini staring match as Eddie watched on. Y/N tilted her head to the left and waited for her brother to spill. She knew he would eventually. "Youre such a bitch. I've got a date, okay?!"

"Once a Carver, always a Carver," she quipped back, using the family motto as a defence. She couldn't help but inquire, "Who?"

Cheeks reddening at the thought of his date, Jason responded an almost dreamy, "Chrissy Cunningham." Y/N gasped dramatically and clapped her hands together, chuckling at her brother and making him blush again. He cleared his throat and searched for his keys. "We're getting dinner, so no, don't make me anything."

Y/N pushed Eddie in the general direction of the stairs and teased over her shoulder, "Poor girl." He could feel his ears burning at the comment and hurriedly out of the front door, slamming it behind him.

Were all siblings mean to each other?

Once upstairs she led him to her bedroom, which looked more plain than he expected. There weren't any posters or artwork on the walls or anything. Her bed was pretty simple - just a white bed frame and flowered duvet. Her desk was the only bit of furniture that seemed to have any personality at all. A lot of papers - that mostly consisted of scribbled notes and drawings - and the shelves had a vast array of books. A few of them caught his attention and he wondered how many she actually read.

She closed the door behind them and motioned for him to sit down at the end of her bed whilst she grabbed the notebook that was sitting on her desk. Taking the seat next to him, she took the pen from the metal coil of the notebook and asked, "Alright, what should we start with?"

"You tell me."

"Okay. Where is your textbook?" she asked him, leaning forward on her elbows so she could prop her chin in her hands.

Shit. He knew he forgot something. Eddie swallowed, suddenly nervous. How could he have messed this up? "I didn't bring it," he answered, knowing how stupid that was of him to do. He rarely ever brought them to class, and even if he did, she usually left it in his locker. Hell, he'd used some of the paper as blanks when he rolled his ciggys so maybe a page or two could've been missing.

Honestly, what did she expect? He didn't show up to school with the necessary items, why would he show up to her house with them? He was never one to be reliable anyway, so it wouldn't be surprising if the book was long gone by now. But Y/N sighed, seemingly upset as she replied, "Look. I won't force you to help. If you don't want to do it, I understand. But.. I don't know, I guess I wanted to give you a chance to try because I know most people don't."

That was nice. She'd actually said something nice to him for a change. Even if he didn't really understand why, he appreciated it nonetheless. And there was something about the way she said it too that was somewhat sad. Sad and tired. So, so sad. He felt his heart ache for her and he immediately began racking his brains trying to figure out why. However, his brain was failing at finding an appropriate answer.

"I want to help you." He blurted it out before he could stop himself, even though he knew the chances of him helping her was slim at best. He had not paid attention in biology since third grade. Still, he could try anyways. Maybe he was just desperate to keep her company and see the expression on her face. It sounded stupid. Ridiculous. But it was the truth.

"Really?" she asked, sounding genuinely surprised by his admission. She leaned back against the headboard of her bed and arched her eyebrow curiously at him. As her mouth opened, he thought he was about to get hit by one of her insults but he didn't. Instead, she smiled - a real smile. One where it reached her eyes and lit up her entire face. "Thanks."

Her real smile was like sunshine; warm and inviting. If anything, it was a bit goofy looking. A dimple appeared on her cheek and the corners of her lips curled upwards just enough. It made her seem happy and innocent and cute instead of scary, mean and angry. It was a real contrast from how she presented herself at school.

Now, he felt himself getting sucked into those bright eyes and he found himself blinking rapidly in shock as he tried to tear his gaze away from her. His cheeks burned and his stomach fluttered and he didn't know why. It must be something in the air. Right?

"Well, how about we make a start?"

That's exactly what he needed right now. Some work. Something to distract him from her. And he needed to concentrate. She handed him a sheet of paper as she began explaining their assignment to him and he nodded along, trying to act as though he'd been paying attention to the course, which of course he hadn't. Throughout her explanation, he kept his gaze fixed on her lips as she talked and his mind went crazy. He needed to stay focused - otherwise he'd screw everything up.

Just look at the page for five seconds.

Stop gazing at her or she'll figure you out.

Focus.

Come on, Eddie. Focus.

Stop staring.

"Eddie," she called out to him softly and he snapped out of his trance, finally tearing his gaze away from the sight of her pink lips. He gulped and muttered an 'okay' to her before turning his full attention towards her instructions. She sat back, looking satisfied and slightly amused. She tapped the pen to her lower lip and commented, "This shouldn't be that hard, honestly. We're probably going to have to use these pages for reference... Are you listening?"

Oh yeah. Of course he was. Now he was staring holes into the textbook laying across her thighs, he could hear what she was saying perfectly well. He nodded quickly, biting his lip and fiddling with his fingers, suddenly feeling uncomfortable with her gaze on him. It's fine, he could pretend he was reading. Or he could actually read it. That would've been beneficial to them. She seemed satisfied with his response and his newfound concentration because she returned her gaze back to the open textbook and picked her pen up, preparing to write her notes.

Whatever it was between them was purely academic. All he needed to worry about now was schoolwork. That's all. No feelings involved. Nope, nada, zip. Not at all. Totally not happening. Would never happen. Never ever ever ever ever ever. So why did it feel so good when she pointed out an image of a neanderthal and joked, "That guy kind of looks Mr. Kane. Is it bad that I find it kinda hot?" and then grinned at him while raising one side of her brows, daring him to disagree.

And he couldn't disagree. He was so far gone. He was falling head first without a parachute or a net - just falling straight ahead. Falling down Mount Doom and plummeting to his fiery demise. "Oh yeah, he's got a real hot bod, huh?" he retorted back, unable to suppress a small smile as he spoke, and was rewarded with a laugh from Y/N. He couldn't help himself - not only because he genuinely enjoyed seeing her happy, but also because he felt something bubbling inside of him - he playfully bumped his shoulder into hers, and smiled when she did it back to him.

They worked in silence for a while, writing their own section and only occasionally exchanging comments back and forth. She felt relaxed around Eddie and it wasn't a feeling she often had around anyone, especially someone who she barely knew at all. And she liked that. It felt almost normal. He didn't know how long they were working on their homework until she stopped for a second to ask, "Do you want a drink or anything? I completely forgot to ask when you came in."

Pleasantries? She was extending pleasantries to him? Where was the notorious bitch of Hawkins High and why had she been replaced with the girl next to him? He could've sworn he'd been a little intimidated by her when he first arrived here but now, he didn't want to leave. Was this a trap?

Trap or not, he was thirsty. "Can I get some water, please? And do you have any aspirin? My head is killing me," he asked, chuckling nervously as he ran his hand through his hair and looked up at her for a second.

"Sure. Bottom draw on the left."

Bottom draw on the left? Bottom draw on the left! Shit. She got halfway down the stairs before she bolted back up, cursing under her breath as she appeared back at her door. She forgot about the other thing in that drawer. Oh no. He'd found it. Immediately turning red as he held the item that caused her to panic so much, Y/N watched on in horror as Eddie inspected the object with wide eyes and an unreadable expression. "What the fuck?! Where'd you get this?!" he questioned incredulously, clearly in disbelief as he waved it around. She gulped, stomping her way towards him to try to take it from his hands, but he didn't let go. Oh boy, did he hold onto that thing tight!

"Put it down."

"No way!"

"Asshole. Just drop it!"

A boisterous cackle erupted from his lips as he used his height as an advantage and lifted his hand above his head so she couldn't reach it. It was amusing watching her jump for it every time she tried. Although he was being a little cruel, he had to admit; she was amusingly adorable when panicking. "What? You don't want me to see you dildo? Huh, Y/N? Look, it's got fake veins and everything." He raised it higher. "What are you going to fuck yourself with now?"

Now she looked murderous. The bitch was back in business. He smiled evilly, knowing full well he was probably being ridiculous, but he still couldn't stop it. This was too good! Too funny! He had her now and he really enjoyed playing the game with her. Especially since her reaction was totally worth it.

"Come and get it," he said triumphantly and took another step forward, closing the distance between them so that he practically loomed over her. He held out the toy, dangling the tip in front of her face tantalisingly close only to swipe it away as quickly as it arrived.

Before he'd registered it, she'd grabbed him by the collar and threatened, "I will tell everyone in school that I caught you breaking into my house to go through my panty drawer. The sherif would love to hear about your breaking and entering, you fucking perv," then held her hand out expectantly.

That caught him off guard. He blinked a couple times, staring in confusion as he processed what she'd said. He knew it was true - she could definitely do it and everyone would believe her. He had no chance in defending himself from that accusation. He'd get laughed at. He'd get further ostracised than he already was. People would think he was a creep as well as a freak, that's for sure. There would be rumours spread amongst the whole town that he was some sort of sicko. He didn't need that. His uncle Wayne didn't need that. He couldn't afford more problems.

He swallowed dryly and stared down at her for a moment, her eyes shining as she stared daggers that pierced him right through the heart. And he accepted defeat, but as an act of defiance, he suckered the dildo to the wood of her desk rather than placing it in her hand like she wanted him to.

"Why the hell do you have a dildo? Your boyfriend not doing it for you?"

Silence. Complete, utter and total silence. Her face remained blank as she stared at him. There was nothing she could say. Nothing she could do. He was right and her lack of response gave it away. She bit the inside of her cheek and clenched her teeth together to keep from making any noise, hoping that he wouldn't notice her heartbeat pounding away against her ribs as she thought of her stupid boyfriend.

Taking a deep breath, she explained, "It was a joke gift. All my teammates pitched in - even the ones who are fucking Evan behind my back - and, yeah, they all think it's so funny that he's never made me... he's never cared to, you know, after all our time together," and now she was hoping that somehow he wouldn't hear the slight tremble to her voice and he would stop teasing her, but it was too late. He saw it. He heard it. Everything she was trying to hide, he saw it. She couldn't lie to him.

Oh boy, did he just hear her correctly? No way. If he had a girl like her that would never happen. Her boyfriend was a cheating twat who barely gave two shits about her at all. She deserved better than Evan. A lot better. Someone who loved her unconditionally. Who would make her feel special and satisfied every day just because she was his girlfriend. Someone who she could trust and count on and rely on to be faithful.

"That's fucked up." He sounded so serious that Y/N almost didn't recognize the emotion in his voice. He was angry? Sad? She didn't know which. But it was there.

Weirdly, she felt the need to further, "Cynthia was the one who instigated the whole thing really. I couldn't help but laugh at the fact that she calls her boyfriend daddy." He averted his gaze as she said that nickname, and she made a conscious note of his reaction. "Like out of the bedroom. Inside is completely fine with me. We were at practice and she genuinely squealed 'Oh, daddy!' as he walked into the gym and I couldn't help it."

Again, there was silence. Eddie's eyes shifted back to meet hers, and although he wasn't smiling, his eyebrows were furrowed slightly, his expression one of complete concern. "You have awful friends."

She shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, I'm an asshole so it makes sense that Im surrounded by assholes, right?"

Eddie shook his head, frown deepening slightly at her sarcastic tone. "But-"

"Look, I can handle it, alright? I deserve it."

Her words struck him harder than she thought they would. He didn't know what to think at that moment. Did she honestly believe what she was saying? She couldn't read his expression nor his body language at this moment; he was still glaring at her, but something told her she shouldn't take back what she'd said.

"After all the shit you lot have thrown at me over the years, I should want to agree with you. I don't ," he added, laughing dryly at her last comment. Maybe she wasn't perfect, but at least she was honest.

There was something about seeing her like that; so open and naïve. He suddenly felt like he was the most likely person to relate to her. She was as perfect as he was. That's why he was here, looking like an idiot in front of her as he picked the dildo up again to jokingly point out, "Hey, this about the same size as me," and relieve any tension that had grown. He wasn't sure if he succeeded or not in any of his missions, but she still cracked a smile despite herself.

"Bullshit."

"One hundred percent truth."

"I don't believe you."

"I'm not lying."

"Prove it."

Prove it? Prove it! He glanced cautiously down at his belt then back up to her eyes. Was it possible? Why would she even want him to do that? Even if he could prove it to her, what good would it do? How would it possibly help? They'd just had a nice tender moment and now she was telling him to get his cock out. There had to be an ulterior motive in the back of her head. Would she use this as blackmail if he ever accidentally spilled on everything they'd spoken about? Whatever, he needed time to ponder what was the worst outcome that would happen?

"Do you want to forget I ever said anything?"

"Shut up."

There wasn't enough time to ponder. And before he'd even realised he'd moved, his fingers had found the buckle of his belt and were working their magic. He didn't waste another second once he'd gotten his jeans undone, and pushed both his trousers and underwear down around his thighs. He watched intently as she examined him, her eyes wandering over every inch of him. He could almost feel her eyes burning a hole through his skin. She leaned over to retrieve the dildo and held it next to him, but he complained, "At least let me get a little bit harder before you start the comparison. That's not fair."

Okay. That was more fair. Fair enough that she slowly got to her knees in front of him, keeping her eyes glued to his the entire time. She ran a finger along the hardening shaft and smirked as it became evident that her touch alone had affected him so much that he was unable to hold back the moan that escaped his lips. He watched her blush at the sound he made as she shook her head, chuckling softly as he reached out and gently grabbed her chin between his thumb and forefinger so he could tilt her head back upwards, gazing intently into her eyes. He lowered his voice, allowing a few moments to pass as he brushed his thumb lightly across her bottom lip and said, "What's your boyfriend going to think of this?"

"This can be our little secret."

With his consent, she took his cock into her hand and guided it into her mouth, slowly moving to get used to the length of him. As soon as he started hitting her throat, she bobbed back and forth in rhythm, swallowing him whole and enjoying his groans of pleasure, relishing in how wet her mouth felt around him.

Pulling back to breathe for a second, she licked along his length and he moaned so loud, "Jesus Christ. That feels so good. Your boyfriend is so fucking stupid, you know that?"

At that moment, she remembered something that he'd done earlier. "I do know that." She paused and held the tip of his cock on her bottom lip as she seductively called him, "Daddy."

And that was it. She had hit that particular nerve of his. His eyes darkened as he jerked his hips forward and he swore aloud when he finally slid fully back into her mouth, groaning pornographically. It was as if a switch had flipped in his brain. His cock throbbed furiously in her mouth, pumping it rapidly faster and faster as her throat worked its wonders around him. He was lost to her touch. Lost to everything else. Just pure sensation. Pure pleasure.

His hand tightened against her head and he bit his lip, struggling to maintain his composure. His heart pounded painfully against his chest as he felt her tongue stroking at his length while sucking at him greedily. He was holding onto her for dear life, and thrust upward, gasping, trying desperately to push himself further inside her mouth and lose himself in the pleasure that she brought him.

"Oh fuck!" His one hand shot out and gripped the edge of the her desk so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his jaw was clenched, and his teeth were digging into his bottom lip until he tasted blood.

Then, she pulled away just as he was about to reach his peak. He stared at her in disbelief for several seconds, his chest rising and falling frantically. Everything seemed frozen in his mind as he gazed at her flushed face as she took the dildo and compared him to it. "I stand corrected. I apologise, Munson."

"Oh, it's Munson now you've had my cock down your throat?"

"Sorry. You did seem to prefer it when I called you daddy. Didn't you?" She coquetted as her hand began to move across his slick member. He grunted as his fist closed tightly around a stray lock of her hair, tugging gently with every movement of his hips.

Fuck, how the fuck did she do that? He felt like he was losing himself. He was losing control. This had never happened to him before. He was usually the one taking control, but she took it from him without even trying to. And he hated it.

"Stop teasing me."

"Whatever you say, daddy."

Jesus, she'd never been into the whole 'Daddy' thing, but fuck, maybe she was now. She'd only said it earlier to mess with him a bit and he'd responded way more enthusiastically than she'd imagined. But she didn't think twice about it. It was clear that he was growing increasingly impatient by the second, especially after seeing her reactions and he couldn't deny that he enjoyed it immensely.

Her tongue flicked out to lick at him hungrily once more. Once he was firmly back into her mouth, he began thrusting into her mouth and she complied without hesitation, moaning his name around his cock. Using her hair, he bounced her up on him faster, her tongue dancing across his shaft and her hand came up to cup his balls, squeezing tightly. His head fell backwards as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, his entire being going wild.

"Like it when daddy fucks your pretty mouth, huh, baby?" He rasped through gritted teeth, pulling sharply out of her throat then plunging straight back into her hot, moist mouth, his hands still firmly gripping her hair, refusing to let go. Her reply was utterly incoherent as she continued to suck greedily at him, her grip tightening on his balls. Eddie groaned loudly and his grip loosened as his hips bucked forward, releasing every bit of cum within the confines of her mouth with a loud, "Fuck, take it all. Take what you want from me."

His eyes flew open, breathing heavily as he stared at the ceiling above him. He was completely spent. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been that turned on by anyone. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this satisfied.

"Jesus fucking christ," he mumbled, running his palm over his face as he tried to regain some semblance of control over his mind. It had gone beyond lust at this point, he needed this. And he needed her to "Take your clothes off."

Fuck, he didn't need to tell her twice. Without a second thought, she swallowed as she stood, removed her sweatshirt from her shoulders and shimmied her jeans down to her ankles. She kicked them to the side carelessly as soon as she was free from them, exposing herself to his view.

"And the rest." His voice was dangerously low, making her breath catch.

"I thought you'd want to take it of me," she replied, biting back a sly smirk as she slowly shifted closer to him to whisper in his ear, "Don't you want to, daddy?"

"You're going to regret saying something like that, babe," he growled, whipping his shirt off, grasping her ass firmly and pulling her close to him. She landed against his chest with a thump and was a little taken back when he sweetly kissed her cheek, then his mouth made its way down her neck.

Each kiss became more and more needy, more desperate, as each one went on for longer than the previous one. Every fibre of his being ached for her touch and every little moan or whimper she made was causing him to caress every bit of bare skin he could.

"No marks," she breathed out, pushing him away slightly. "One rule."

"You got it. Can't have anyone knowing about us."

"Just us."

Just them.

Those simple words made his heart feel like it had just expanded tenfold or more because he never imagined that she would say them, nor would he ever imagine her saying it to him. In that instant, everything seemed different; better somehow. A little more tender, sweeter. More genuine. Like a promise or a vow between the two of them. One that meant more to him than anything he'd ever wanted or expected.

Tenderly, he tipped her chin up so she would be looking straight into his eyes as he admitted, "Seriously, Evan can go fuck himself. Jesus, this can't be a one time thing, Y/N. I need more of you," and captured her lips in a deep, searing kiss before she had tone to respond. He hooked his arms under her thighs as he deepened the kiss, feeling her wrap her arms around his neck and her hands tangle into his knotty hair, tugging and twisting, eliciting moans from her throat.

In no time, he'd laid her down against her pillows and was kissing down her body once again, licking and pecking in a frenzy of desire as he ran his hands over every curve, every dip and every inch she offered him willingly. When he eventually arrived back up at her breasts, she lifted herself so he could undo her bra, which he quickly undid with ease and tossed aside. Then he moved lower, taking her breast into his mouth as her fingers combed through his hair roughly and he sucked hard at her taut nipple, earning a whine from her.

"Such a pretty noise, baby," he murmured as he continued the assault on her breast, nipping at the sensitive skin and swirling his tongue around the swollen flesh. He heard her whimpering his name and felt her hands tugging on his hair as his hand moved into her panties, slipping past the barrier to stroke her wet slit. She was already slick and ready and he smirked, teasing her, "So wet already? I haven't even put in any effort yet. This pretty pussy has been neglected, hasn't it?"

A soft moan escaped her lips as he rubbed her clit in circles, sending jolts of arousal shooting through her body, making her writhe beneath him impatiently. He quickly removed the rings from his hand and chucked them on the floor.

"You have no idea," she chuckled, but the sound eventually died in her throat as it was overshadowed by a loud moan as he rather abruptly pistoned his finger into her. She grasped frantically at the bed sheet, attempting to refrain from wriggling away from him. She felt as though she was melting in his hands, and it only spurred him on.

Without warning, he slid another finger inside her and pumped furiously, relishing the sounds she made as she couldn't help but grasp onto his forearm and squeeze tightly. He knew he was driving her insane, but he also couldn't give a damn right now. She wanted him, and he was going to deliver. No matter what it took.

She arched upwards against him and he pressed his mouth hard against hers as his fingers increased their pace, pumping her repeatedly without mercy. All of her staggered whines were let out against his lips.

"Daddy!"

"Come on, baby. Give it to me."

He slammed two fingers deep into her, watching as she trembled beneath him, her eyes glazed as she cried out his name in pleasure. Her whole body tensed as her walls squeezed tight around his fingers as an orgasm consumed her body. He groaned softly, his head thrown back in pleasure at the sight of her shuddering underneath him.

"Fuck, Eddie. I'm-"

Interrupting what was going to be praise, Eddie decided that it wasn't over. No. He quickly manoeuvred himself between her thighs and lowered his face towards her core.

"Ed, you don't have to. I know some boys don't like it."

"Are you okay with spanking?"

"Do whatever you want to me, Eddie. I'll most likely be into it."

Eddie. Again.

"No. Not my name right now."

As punishment, he brought her onto her side as his hand slapped her across her ass, causing her to squeal in a weird sense of delight. He watched with satisfaction as she squirmed and writhed beneath him as he began playing with her clit again as he slowly pressed himself down onto the mattress and placed her knees over his shoulders.

"Evan ever eat you out?"

"Never."

"What a pussy."

After insulting her boyfriend, he held her gaze with a smile as he placed his mouth against her entrance, letting his tongue slip inside and swirl around her entrance for a few moments as if he was trying to taste every bit of her. He licked every inch he possibly could, feeling her muscles twitch beneath his fingertips as she struggled to remain quiet, her hips bucking against his face and urging him to continue. As his tongue worked against her, his hips jerked rhythmically, rubbing himself against the mattress as he moaned into her.

Her breath came faster and she gripped the sheets beside her as she panted. Her entire body was on fire, as if it had caught alight in flames. Every muscle burned in ecstasy, feeling raw and exposed at the same time.

"Oh fuck, Eddi- I mean...Daddy," she moaned in response to the sensation of his tongue swirling around the entrance to her slit and he smirked. God, he loved hearing her call him that. It felt so good in his ears and it made his cock throb painfully as she bucked against him in an attempt to get closer to the sensations coursing through her body, which only heightened his desire to give her exactly what she wanted.

"Nice save," he teased breathily as he continued to flick his tongue at her clit whilst keeping contact with her entrance, his fingers moving around inside of her, working her over until she was trembling uncontrollably. He used his free hand to hold her hips in place so she wouldn't wriggle away from him.

In a moment when he happened to look up at her face, he noticed that her head had rolled back and her lips slightly parted as she panted up at the ceiling. Her expression was dazed, her breathing laboured, and he found it impossible to believe how beautiful she looked when her whole body trembled with pleasure.

"Y/N, look at me." Her eyes widened as she stared into his chocolate brown ones, seeing nothing but pure adoration in his eyes that made her heart beat out of her chest. He reared back for a minute to command, "Watch what Daddy is doing to your cheating pussy, baby."

At those words, she nodded and proceeded to follow his gaze down to the way his fingers were curling inside her pussy. She gasped loudly and bit her lip, beginning to move her hips to fuck herself deeper onto his digits in an attempt to make herself come. He smiled devilishly at how truly fucked out and desperate she'd become, his own hips rutting faster into the duvet.

"That's right, baby."

"Daddy, please," she begged hoarsely as he kept thrusting into her. His movements were erratic and rough as he tried desperately to make himself as close to coming as he possibly could. Which wasn't that far away as he'd moved his mouth back on her clit, sucking hard as he finger fucking her into oblivion. He was completely oblivious to any other thought in his mind but her. He didn't care about anyone else.

Not about work. Not about school. Not about Evan. Not about anything else. Because all that mattered to him right then was getting her as close to ecstasy as possible, because she deserved it.

"Be a good girl and come on my face."

She responded by arching her back in response, gripping fistfuls of his hair as she reached her peak, letting out a low, guttural cry. Her orgasm washing over her in waves. He continued pounding into her, loving the feel of her juices flowing into him, soaking his fingers, filling his mouth, and coating her inner thighs.

Eddie quickly got to his knees and took his cock in his hand, pumping three times before placing the tip against her clit and cumming all over her pussy. He let himself take a moment to catch his breath before he collected some of his excitement and pushed it into her entrance, causing her to grab onto his wrist.

"No. Not again. Just fuck me."

"Let me get hard again first."

Both of their voices sounded slightly strained, neither having expected the amount of pleasure they experienced as they lay there catching their breaths. He slowly pulled out of her, licking his fingers clean and flopped on the pillows beside her. She had never been this turned on before. Never. Ever. Not in her wildest dreams.

And yet here she lay with Eddie in her arms. With his chest rising and falling rapidly beside her, his breath mixing with her own, his fingers still intertwined with hers. "Should've guessed that the freak was freaky," she teased him jokingly after a few minutes of silence.

"And I should've known that you are such a fucking tease," Eddie responded, tightening his grasp around her hand in mock irritation. After a while though, he sighed out a small smile and spoke. "I am not kidding though, Y/N. You really are so fucking sexy."

He lifted himself off of her and propped himself up on one elbow above her so he could look down on her flushed, happy, and satisfied face.

"Thanks, Daddy."

"Jesus fucking christ."

Playfully, she giggled and rolled her eyes, resting her hand softly against his slick cheek, her fingers running along his stubble. She loved the feel of his rough stubble against her skin, which sent an involuntary shiver running through her spine.

The way he was gazing down upon her with a soft expression plastered on his face almost made her forget how utterly ruined she would be if anyone found out about this. She would probably never recover from it, especially since her parents would most definitely find out about it eventually. Associating with those from the trailer park was not Carver behaviour.

Hell, how was she going to be prom queen with Eddie fucking Munson on her arm?

A slow smile spread across Eddie's lips as she gazed into his deep, chocolate coloured eyes, his thumb stroking her cheek gently, lovingly. His eyes were soft when looking at her, warm and affectionate, which made her heart skip a beat at how cute he looked. And when the corners of his lips curved upwards, revealing two dimples which she adored so much, it only added to the picture.

God, what a fucking idiot she'd turned out to be. This was stupid. So stupid. But, for him? She do it.

Reaching the back of his neck, she pulled him closer for a kiss that was rudely interrupted when their lips were ghosting against each other, mere millimetres apart. The front door, how she wished it had never gone off.

"I'll be right back."

"Y/N...you might want to put your clothes back on to answer the door."

Her footsteps halted and she returned to retrieve her clothes, pulling them on quickly.

"Oh, yeah. My mind is still a bit fucked out..." Before she left the room, she called back, "Thanks for that, by the way."

Dressed, yet still a little flushed, Y/N made it to her front door and opened it to find her boyfriend on the other side. Shit. He wasn't supposed to be here. Oh fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck.

"I know you said not to over the phone, but I'm here."

"Why?"

Without consideration, pushed past her to enter her house, his shoes making loud noises as they struck against the floorboards. He walked towards her kitchen and got a drink from her fridge. She followed behind him, her heart beating a mile a minute as she watched him retrieve a coke. Once he sat down, he raised the can to his lips, drank its contents, before placing the cup down in front of him.

"I was hungry and my mom is out."

"I'm not making you something to fucking eat." She folded her arms across her chest defensively and glared at him as he continued to drink from his soda. "Couldn't Stephanie do it for you? Or Penny? Or Tilly? Huh?"

Evan's eyes narrowed and he placed a forefinger under her chin to tilt her head up. "Calm the fuck down. Don't start this shit now." She rolled her eyes but remained silent, yet she did clench her fists. "You're acting like a total child."

"Okay, Evan. Do whatever you want. Raid my kitchen and then leave," she let out defeatedly, leaving him be to make her way upstairs. She managed to keep her footsteps even and calm until she reached the top step, then she hurried to her room.

During the brief amount of time that they'd been apart, Eddie had retrieved his underwear and pulled them on as he surveyed her bookshelf in more detail. In his haste he hadn't really taken the time to observe it, and the sight of them there caused him to smile softly.

"Nice choice. Neuromancer. Never would've guessed a cheerleader to read that." A light chuckle escaped his lips as his hands traced the spine of the book and looked up at her, immediately seeing how she no longer looked amusement about what was going on.

Truthfully, it seemed as if her mask was back up.

"Evan is here. Either jump or hide."

"Shit."

After scrambling his clothes on, he looked out of her window at the distance he'd have to fall if he jumped. He exhaled heavily. "I guess jumping it is," he joked, moving towards her and grabbing a handful of her shirt to pull her into a goodbye kiss. It was short, but meaningful nevertheless.

"See you on Monday, Eddie."

As soon as she finished speaking, he jumped out of her bedroom window and landed clumsily on one of her mother's bed of flowers which littered the ground below it. Without hesitation, he sprinted for the gate of the fence surrounding her backyard and scaled it easily before making his way across the street without being seen, disappearing into his van and back to his trailer in no time.

Evan was none the wiser.

School on Monday went swimmingly. The pair hadn't got many classes together so there was no chance at anyone suspecting anything. Yet, if someone was paying really close attention, there was a moment when Eddie happened to be walking behind Y/N and Evan. He couldn't help it. He stared laser beams into the back of her boyfriend's head like it was going to do anything and scoffed when Evan let his hand rest on Y/N's hip as they walked.

When she felt eyes on her back, Y/N turned her body slightly towards Eddie and met his eye for a split second. A small smile played on her on her lips as she whispered something to Evan, who nodded and removed his hand from her.

Whatever the case, at fourth period they had biology. Y/N tried her absolute hardest not to look in Eddie's direction, to act normal, act like nothing special was going on between them, but she was nudged by the girl next to her.

"I think you've got an admirer."

It took a second for Y/N to realise what she was talking about, but when she did, her eyes instantly shot over to where she knew Eddie sat. Sure enough, he was gazing at her. He even mouthed what looked like "Osmond's shitter."

Mrs Osmond's classroom was opposite the staff toilets - a collection of bathrooms that tended to go unused by everyone but stoners. So, she assumed that was a meeting place for them.

After class, she slipped away from her friends and was yanked into one of the bathrooms before she knew what was happening. By the time she managed to catch her bearings, she realised that she was being attacked. She found herself pinned against the wall opposite the bathroom door, a pair of lips pressed against hers in an instant. For a second, she froze in shock. Then, she kissed him back, letting her hands wander freely around his neck, her long fingers tangling themselves in the strands of dark hair.

"Real romantic place you picked, Ed."

Eddie smirked against her mouth, nipping at her lower lip with his teeth and leaving her craving for more. He pulled back reluctantly, leaning against the wall with his forearms braced above Y/N's head, giving himself enough space to see her looking up at him with her big doe eyes.

"Well, I figured the best place for us would be somewhere private, away from prying eyes." He trailed light kisses along her jawline, stopping near her ear as he breathed out,, his voice low and raspy with desire, "And I could wait any longer."

She couldn't help but shiver at his words. It was only when his hands wandered down to her waistband that she snapped out of her daze. "We are going to get caught," she said, attempting to sound stern despite her heart thudding in her throat and her cheeks reddening.

"We won't if you keep quiet." He moved his hips to grind harder against hers, causing her to gasp. She felt heat pooling between her thighs as she felt his arousal growing inside of her jeans. She wanted to cry out his name, to beg for more, but instead swallowed thickly. Seeing her apprehension, he moved away and cooed, "We don't have to if you don't want to. Please don't feel obliged to, you're not at all. Just slap me away, okay?"

Forgetting her worries, she lifted her hands and placed them on his shoulder, pulling him back towards her, keeping him flush against her chest. "You locked the door, right, daddy?"

He hadn't. He'd been too focused on kissing her as she arrived to do it, so it was a good thing he double checked. It was just the adrenaline rush getting the better of him at that moment, that's all.

Assured that there was a locked door in between them and their schoolmates, Y/N grabbed onto both sides of his shirt tightly and pressed her forehead against his as his hands slid underneath the material of her cheerleaders uniform and ran them down her sides to cup her ass firmly.

"Fuck, baby. I can't stop thinking about you. And I mean that literally. Every. Single. Thought." He leaned forward again, pressing a soft kiss against her lips. She moaned softly, opening her mouth for his tongue and allowing him to slip past her defences and into her mouth, his hand making its way back to her waistband and into her underwear.

Just as he had predicted, she was already wet, aching, longing for him. She opened her legs wider and gripped his shoulders tighter as her hands travelled higher up, to tangle in his hair for stability as he began slowly sliding his middle finger inside of her.

His touch sent a flood of euphoria through her, and she released a deep sigh, her head falling back against the cold brick wall. She closed her eyes in pleasure as her muscles tensed up automatically and involuntarily.

Once she was substantially prepped, he undid his belt and tugged his jeans down a few inches so that they were bunched around his knees as she flipped her skirt up and joked, "You're lucky I haven't put my spankies on yet."

"I don't know what the fuck that is, but I like the sound of it."

"It's like underwear that cheerleaders have to wear over their actual... you know what, just put your cock in me."

Turning her so she was facing the wall, he moved her panties out of the way and let some drool drip onto his cock before he eased into her with ease. Her back arched upwards at the pressure on her entrance, and she felt her eyes start to slide closed as she let her head drop to the wall once again. She bit down on her bottom lip hard in an attempt to suppress any sort of reaction, trying her damnedest not to make a single noise.

"Holy fuck, you're so tight. I see why your boyfriend cums prematurely now," he cursed quietly at her tightness. He kept kissing the curve of her jaw while he fucked her, and she groaned softly. She never imagined it would happen, especially in the school bathrooms where anyone could be listening in, but it was happening. This was definitely happening though.

And there was no stopping it now they'd begun.

Laughing at that comment, she opened her eyes and looked back at Eddie, giving him a crooked grin that dropped as her jaw did when he found the right angle, hitting her spot with sort of a methodical accuracy. Her whole body trembled and shook as she gasped, trying in vain to fight back the moans of ecstasy.

"You take cock so well, don't you? I can tell that you really enjoy this, you cheating slut."

It took her a few seconds to collect herself, but when she managed to regain control of her thoughts, she looked back at him again, smiling at the sight of him getting so riled up. "I've had dildo practice, you see," Y/N retorted playfully, rolling her hips back onto him. As he continued to pound into her mercilessly, his hand found hers and he yanked them behind her back as slammed himself harder and harder into her. "Practise for you, daddy."

"Fuuuck."

"Be quiet, we don't want to get caught like this."

"Sorry, but when you say shit like that? I can't help it." He buried his face in the crook of her neck in an effort to contain himself, breathing heavily, and moaning her name repeatedly into the the skin of her neck.

But then, he happened to remember something and knew it would make this situation ten times hotter. He had to. So, he shifted them in front of the sink and placed his hand on her jaw and lifted it to look in his eyes in the mirror. Her hands immediately clutched onto the porcelain and watched with half lidded eyes as he grabbed her hips with such intensity and bounced her on his cock.

"Like the view, baby?" He asked huskily, grinning widely. His grip tightened on her hips as he continued to rock her body against his, making it increasingly difficult for her to stay composed. "Like watching daddy pound this slutty pussy of yours?"

"Oh God," she whimpered under her breath, her legs shaking as she held on to the counter top with both hands for support. She tried desperately not to react or moan at his words as her mind spun with lust. Her head attempted to roll back on his shoulder but his hand was firm on her jaw, forcing her gaze to stay fixed on his own.

"Good girl," he praised lowly, causing her to bite her lip as she fought back another moan and a whimper escaped her lips. She felt his thumb brush the corner of her lips gently as he smiled, enjoying the way she was looking at him. He liked seeing her eyes go wide and her mouth hanging open slightly as she came undone before his very eyes.

Yet, she had been relatively good at being quiet so he had no idea he needed to put a hand on her mouth until it was already there. Even in his fucked out haze, he'd been quick enough to think about doing it only seconds after he heard the first note of her moan.

Eddie continued to thrust himself into her relentlessly, keeping her trapped beneath him and refusing to stop until he came too. His release came quickly due to the sounds of her mewling into his hand as he asked, "Want Daddy to come inside of your pretty little cunt?"

"Please, Daddy. Come inside me," she whined as the last syllable slipped out of her mouth and he obliged, pumping himself furiously for a brief second before releasing his load into her. They stayed there for several moments afterwards afterwards, simply breathing heavily and listening to each other's panting breaths before eventually letting go of one another's bodies.

He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his free hand, smiling triumphantly as he pulled out of her and, once again, pushed some of his slick back into her in a possessive manner and postioned her panties back normally. "Who'd imagine that the head cheerleader is going to be strutting around the halls with Eddie Munson's come deep inside her."

"You'd imagine that."

"Don't have to imagine it, baby."

Finally with most of her bearings back, Y/N turned to wrap her arms around his shoulders and pulled his body closer to hers as she nuzzled her nose into the side of his neck, inhaling the scent of his body wash and presumably all the weed he'd smoked up to this point, feeling content in his arms. As she did this, he wrapped his arm round her torso and kissed the crown of her head. "Now I bet we've missed a lot of sixth period if I had to guess."

She hummed thoughtfully, lifting her head from his shoulder. "Hmm, true..." Her finger twirled one of his curls. "Might as well skip the rest of it, don't you think?"

"What shall we do instead, Ms Carver?" He replied, inching his lips closer and closer to hers. She grinned wickedly before closing the distance between them and smashing her lips onto his, kissing him roughly and passionately, and he responded accordingly, moving his hand across the small of her back to hold her close to him, pulling her tightly against him.

Mrs Osmond's shitter became the meeting spot for the pair at school because, truly, nobody used it. It was always empty and secluded and secret. Whilst it wasn't the most romantic of spots, it was what they needed. A quick get away to see each other during school time to interact any way they wanted to, innocently or not so innocently.

Weeks went by of much the same. Sneaking around at school. Sneaking around at home. Just general sneakery. Yet, as time went on, it became apparent for the both of them that it had turned from lust into something more.

Y/N only came to realise this as she had phoned Eddie to come over as her brother and parents were out and that left her home alone. Her second boyfriend arrived at the door and they didn't fuck.

"I got some popcorn and I rented those Star Wars movies you speak about all the time. Want to watch it?"

"Yeah. Of course," he said happily, taking off his jacket and plopped down on the sofa beside her, setting the bowl of popcorn between them. His arm instinctively wrapped around her shoulders a tugged her closer, and she rested her head on his chest as the movie started playing on the screen.

"Hey," he whispered quietly after a few minutes, his fingers tracing random patterns on her back. "Scruffball misses you. I'm sure of it."

"I miss him too. Sorry I haven't been round, my father was very high strung this week and I didn't want to add anything to it," she apologised in a small, sad voice.

Being together made Eddie realised that her parents weren't...Great. Despite the money and the fancy house and all that shit, they were as bad as his parents. Y/N's mother was not only a cheat but completely concerned with the family name and preservation. Mr Carver, on the other hand, was barely present and when he was, he was an ego maniac. Nothing was too big for him to deal with, even if it meant overlooking his realationships with his friends and family. He could and would start a cult if he was asked.

Such traits had been passed down to their children, so it seemed.

Eddie nodded at her answer, leaning his chin on top of her head. She closed her eyes as the tension left her body and she started to relax into his embrace completely. He lovingly kissed her hair as his hand ran up and down her back rhythmically. They lay like that for a while, the only sound being their breathing and the movie coming from the television.

"Gross. They're siblings?" she exclaimed as she sat up straight, turning her head towards Eddie for confirmation.

"Babe, you're about a year late with that revelation."

"Sorry I'm not a big nerd like you. I was busy having friends," she teased. He leaned forward suddenly and stole her attention as he brought his face closer to hers and kissed her softly, his tongue dancing with hers playfully as they kissed each other senseless like they usually did when they were alone.

Once their tongues parted and he took a moment to catch his breath, he stared at her with soft eyes full of love. There was no doubt in his mind whatsoever that he loved her. Maybe even loved her so much that he couldn't bear to live without her for one second longer than he needed to. He looked down at her as if she was the most beautiful thing in the world and her eyes reflected the exact same feelings back at him.

He leaned forward once again and pressed a kiss to her cheek, and then another one to her temple before leaning backwards again, bringing his hand to the back of her head and gently rubbing her scalp.

For some reason, it calmed her, just as he always seemed to calm her. It didn't seem strange to be around him, not now as he was rapidly becoming the only person who made her feel safe and happy. She sighed deeply, gazing at his chocolate brown eyes as he watched the movie intently. She never knew she could still smile this much.

She had never been happier in her life. It amazed her how things turned out this way. How simple it had become to look beyond the surface and just be herself. Eddie had shown her that no matter what, she was loved. That she could be loved. That she should be loved. He was everything she had ever needed. He cared about her so much. He treated her right.

"Eddie?" she whispered, her eyes shining brightly at him through her eyelashes. He immediately stopped watching the movie and turned to look at her.

"Hmmm?"

Take a deep breath and go for it.

"I love you."

A grin broke out across his handsome features as he leaned over to plant kisses on her forehead and cheeks. "I love you too, Y/N." He paused, waiting a minute or two before speaking again as he continued to caress her face and hair. "You know I don't have the money to give you the world, but I'll try."

Her breath hitched in her throat as tears began to form in her eyes. "Oh baby," she whimpered, unable to take his words seriously as she reached up and placed her hands on his cheeks. Her gaze flickered across his face, taking in every detail of him, trying to commit each line of his face into memory.

This boy was more precious to her than gold; more valuable than diamonds. More precious to her than her mothers pearls. She would sacrifice everything she owned to have him beside her forever.

A few weeks later, Jason had given up on the party he intended to be at that night and soberly drove home. Y/N had mentioned that she was spending time with Evan, which he didn't quite believe since he was pretty sure he saw his sister's boyfriend at the same party. It was full of members from the basketball team, and the captain definitely made an appearance.

That's why he was surprised when he opened the front door and found his sister in the lap on Eddie Munson. The freak's hands were all over her and his mouth was firmly attached to her neck, sucking on the soft skin there repeatedly while she moaned in pleasure. Jason had to suppress the urge to throw up.

"What the fuck?" he yelled angrily, glaring at the scene in front of him. His sister's eyes widened when she spotted her younger brother at the door, pushing Eddie to swiftly break away from her neck. "The freak? Really, Y/N?"

"Don't call him that!"

"Everyone else does!"

Y/N got to her feet and glared daggers at her brother. "How dare you?!"

"How dare me? How dare you! You're just like mom!"

It was the last straw, the thing that broke the dam. Tears streamed uncontrollably from her face and she quickly wiped them away angrily. He was right. She was a big ol' cheater.

Eddie was straight to his feet to hold her as soon as he saw her tears falling down her face. "I'm sorry, babe," he muttered against the side of her head, kissing it gently.

"Stop touching her like that."

"Jason-"

"Leave her alone!"

At Jason's request, Eddie pulled back with his hands up in surrender. Anger and disappointment filled his Jason's as he watched his sister cry and reach towards the school freak. What the hell is wrong with her, he thought to himself. Why does she keep letting this guy touch her like that? Like she's some kind of whore.

As he stared at his older sister, he felt an uncomfortable knot build up inside of him. It wasn't his business, really, but he couldn't help but find the situation to be distasteful. Eddie, however, remained silent and simply stared as Jason stormed past them. Once the front door slammed shut behind him, he let out a sigh.

"Give him twenty minutes and the whole basketball team will know," she pointed out, sniffing and wiping her face with the sleeve of her tshirt.

They fell into silence, both lost in their own thoughts as Y/N cried into Eddie's shirt. Eddie was thinking about the fact that he had never seen Y/N cry before. Sure, she had always seemed upset whenever she let slip something about her home life, but she never cried. Ever. If anything was happening around her, she hid it well and laughed it off like nothing ever happened. But this time... This time, she clearly hadn't been able to do the latter.

"Are you okay?" he asked her hesitantly, looking down at the girl resting her head in the crook of his arm. She looked up at him with a watery smile.

"Can we go and see Scruffball?"

With that, he nodded his head and led her by the hand to his van where he very swiftly made it back to his trailer, surely bypassing many road safety laws on the way like usual. They got out of the van moments later and Scruffball came running to her feet, excited to see her. She scooped him into her arms as he licked her nose.

All seemed fine when she was with Eddie and his (but also not his) dog. She sat on the ground and ruffled the dog's fur as Eddie watched with a fond smile on his face. She glanced over at Eddie who was still smiling at her before looking back at Scruffball. Maybe everything could be alright after all. Maybe life at the trailer park would be fine.

Evan did find out that night. Once he searched her home and she wasn't there, he knew where to go next. The trailer park had never been a hot spot for the popular people before. Ultimately, Y/N was given a decision.

It was between Evan and his cheating, but the promise of prom queen and a chance to stay head cheerleader vs Eddie and his love, doomed to spend the rest of her school career as a social outcast and, ultimately, become a disappointment to her family.

Was love worth that much?

Apparently not, as when Evan came a-knocking, Y/N left with him.

"What the hell, Y/N?" Eddie yelled after her, standing outside the door as she went out of sight. "Where are you going?!"

But she ignored him as he called out to her once again, begging, pleading, pleading to come back. He sank down onto the doorstep as he stared down at the ground, knowing there was no point anymore in getting up from there. It was pointless to try anyway.

Once a Carver, always a Carver.

Frankly, Y/N had never felt so shitty before. She thought it couldn't get worse, then she saw Eddie at the Hellfire table at lunch on the following Monday. He wasn't even talking to anyone. And, worst of all, he kept staring at her with those same sad eyes that had once been filled with such love.

Noticing where she was looking, Evan. roughly grasped her chin and shifted her head away from her freak in the corner.

"Don't fucking look at him." She tried to pull away from him, but he tightened his grip around her jaw and squeezed until it hurt. "Not in front of everyone."

He released her face after a moment and, you know what, fuck this! She got to her feet and slapped Evan across the face with a sharp "That's for the fact that it takes you a less fucking minute to come." Then she backhanded him. "And that's for coming in every single cheerleader on the team."

With that she began to walk away, only to realise she forgot her bag and had to return to get it so she played it off as if she needed to clarify, "All of them apart from Chrissy! She's actually lovely and if I were to pick a successor, it would be her." It seemed as if the whole cafeteria was watching her every move as she strutted towards the Hellfire table.

Eddie was stood as he was just about to put his tray away when he felt a delicate tap on his shoulder. Upon turning around, his eyes widened in shock when he noticed Y/N standing in front of him. Before he could ask anything, she stood on her tippy toes to plant one straight on his lips. It caught him completely off guard, causing him to blink twice before wrapping his arms securely around her waist and deepening the kiss.

As they kissed, several students around them whistled, hooting and hollering as they watched them. No one expected this pairing, like, ever. And yet here they were.

"I'm sorry," Y/N whispered softly against his lips as she reluctantly tore herself away from him. "Please don't be mad at me."

"Mad?" Eddie echoed as he reached forward and cupped her cheek in his large palm. "I could never be mad at you."

"Can I sit with you guys at lunch? I don't think I have any friends anymore."

"Sure, babe. Come on."

She smiled and happily sat with her only boyfriend at the Hellfire table, where all his friends seemed to be stunned that a cheerleader spoke to Eddie, let alone, dated him. As they all started chatting and catching up, Y/N turned to look at him, a smile on her face that was more real than the others he'd ever seen her wear in public.

Turns out that the Hellfire club was actually filled with cool, easy going individuals. Who would've guessed?

After listening to her new friends talk, Y/N got closer to her boyfriend to kiss him in the cheek and whisper, "Love you, freak." She paused before adding. "Sorry, I know you prefer Daddy, don't you?"

Answering her taunt by squidging his fingers into her hips, playfully pulling her towards him, Eddie smirked and couldn't help but kiss her hairline over and over again, getting a rush from the fact that, yes, he could do it in public now.

In the end, the fact that she was a Carver didn't come up much more during their relationship. Mostly because at the very moment Eddie had enough money to, she wouldn't be a Carver anymore. She'd be a Munson. And a happy Munson at that.

#eddie munson & reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #cheerleader reader

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be real w me should I watch house md

I would say yes but it also depends on what kind of media you like! It's a great show and a very interesting character study of a really messed up man made before that really became a trope. I think the mysterious medical cases paired with the character development we get during the show is balanced really well for a really fun show. I know I personally talk a lot about Hilson so I will say, they aren't canon but I do think they are queercoded. I could make a whole long post about that but tldr they are very important to each other and their relationship is central to the show.

It is also a quite good depiction of addiction and disability, specifically when it comes to House. The characters surrounding him have various opinions on it, ranging from good to bad, but that is also realistic. Obviously no depiction is ever perfect, but based on posts i have seen from people with disabilities, it's overall well received. Hugh Laurie is not physically disabled himself, so that's like the biggest negative i've seen ppl talk about when it comes to House's disabilities and their portrayal. also yes he uses his cane wrong, this is actually talked about in the show too. (if anyone who is disabled/struggles with addiction sees this and disagrees, definitely feel free to comment on this!)

However, despite all the good, there are things that range from just meh to straight up Yikes. Some of the stuff hasn't generally aged well and the offensive type of humor that House uses isn't really considered Great nowadays. It is also a show that was made for TV and a lot of the episodes are quite formulaic, especially early on. There is an overarching plot tho and the characters do change as the show goes on.

there was a discussion about the episodes that are particularly offensive on househeritageposts, that could be something you wanna check out. you can make your own call on if those eps are skippable for you or not. (I do personally like the house n wilson moments in Softer Side a lot)

In conclusion! It is a fantastic, well-acted medical mystery show that won awards for a reason, and it's also a show that ran from 2004 to 2012. I personally really like it and I would tell you to just watch a couple eps! The colour grading in the pilot is weird as hell but they don't keep that for the actual show.

#personally i have been obsessed with the show close to two years #i cannot stop thinking about it #especially with hilson coz there are so many layers to the coding #and hugh laurie is just a fantastic actor #ask #birdmenmanga

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I was still pouting about how a show from CN got to have a crossover with Sonic and it wasn't the Powerpuff girls 😤 when suddenly some wonderful marvelous fantastic news popped up!🥳Evil has been defeated! That disgusting PPG live action project is officially CANCELLED 👏🎊🎉THANK GOD😮‍💨 after the gross bullshit garbage vomit 2016 cursed reboot 🤢🤮 I had enough of seeing my girls been tarnished like that, but you know what?

One good thing came of that abomination and that is that our god creator Craig McCracken decided to make a proper reboot by his own professional hands!🥰 A ppg reboot with continuity with begining and ending! You did it so well with kid cosmic so we are putting all our hopes and dreams on you Craig! I'm putting my faith on you don't fail me!😖🙏(If the crossover with sonic happens I'll be very thankful and blessed too🥺🙏 maybe I'm asking too much but if it happened with Ok ko why not?)I'm guessing he saw the 2016 reboot and his heart was broken, his eyes bleed, were set on fire and fell off his face, then he understood that's how all us fans felt and he decided to try heal our souls.

So, to celebrate I'm going to give my analysis of the original Powerpuff girls and my reasons to love them:

BLOSSOM: The nice leather girl: She is like the least favorite in popular polls, but i think she is just really misunderstood, most people don't get the appealing of her character when it comes to her flaws, come on guys be honest do you really want a character perfect without a flaw? NOPE because THEN she would actually be an obnoxious Mary Sue, so let's check those said flaws: she is a proudfull "miss know-it-all perfect", she is smug and arrogant, a tattleteller, bossy, envious, hypocrite, nagging yada yada. Ok first yes, she wants at all costs to be a perfect girl, is a personal achievement and she works hard for it and usually with her good plans, good results and good grades and be praised for being polite she gets her way so she feels pride out of it and that's why she is smug and arrogant and the appeal of this is that she actually is far from being perfect, we saw her fail a lot and not being right all the time, we see her feeling the consequences of being too proud and stubborn refusing to accept she could be wrong, she is bossy but she isn't an indisputable tyrant ruler, her sisters would and will disobey if they disagree with her and she can't stop them, she has been mean but all the sisters had at some point, we all have been mean at some point but it's not a Princess Morebucks kind of character in general she is very nice, she is kind and polite, she wants to do what she thinks is best and right, she means well even when she is wrong and regrets it if she is wrong, she believes in Justice, she likes to learn and that's why she is so smart and a good strategic leader, also even if she is most of the time confident she has lots of insecurities and in her quest of being the perfect girl she wants to be she becomes a drama queen when she fails big and overreacts badly, she can be clumsy, can lie to cover her ass, she is playful and naughty, she makes jokes and pranks, she has no problem showing love (less intense than bubbles and less shy than buttercup), she always looks at bubbles in a fondly way and even if she fights a lot with buttercup they show mutual sisterly love, she is really a very nice girl. Her biggest fear is failure, that's why she is a miss perfect, it's relatable! I remember the special interview when she got sassy because she was called the smart one and she said she didn't like it because the smart one is the "boring" one and then she goes full jealousy over her sisters (i lost it 😂 when she said: "what makes bubbles the cute one?" "I'm cute! Look at this bow!"), Saying she is smart cute and tough the whole package 😂, all three are the whole package but she stands out for being smart.

BUTTERCUP: The jerk with the golden heart, lot of spice our dear childhood tomboy, a girl who liked to show people who is boss💪😎 and could have the roughest attitude while wearing a dress 👊💅, she was an icon for those tomboy girls or girls who had a tomboy phase in childhood, she was a girl who in general liked "boyish" things and sometimes girl things too, she could do both perfectly: a girly giggle and a war battle scream, i can kick your ass wearing a skirt. Often she was mean or even a bully sometimes towards people or her sisters, the one who gets more often in trouble because she is a hot headed impulsive girl, she isn't very polite, misbehaves, is reckless, is stubborn, she could be insensitive, she gets into fights with her sisters easily and gets carried away with the villains, she doesn't consider herself good at school and gets defensive about it but tries hard to prove she could do good as a leader too, she gets angry easily, she can be greedy, selfish... Yeah all that stuff but damn! She is such a really good girl, the contrast of all that with her other side, her vulnerable side... The way she loves just as intensely as her sisters, how despite not liking being a sap she happily let's her dad give her hugs and kisses, she can be brutal but she can feel an intense guilt for her actions and gets sad and frustrated with herself, how much she works hard to look tough and strong that she ends up being too rough and mean... Don't misunderstand my girl, she also learns from her mistakes, she can be extremely friendly, even if she isn't very trusting she gave people second chances, she has a temper but she isn't grumpy all the time, she always tries to have fun with her sisters and friends, is so obvious how much she loves her family and dear she is so shy... Also she is the one who struggles the most with emotions and is on guard with her feelings but she is the one who first got a crush that made her act sweet, shy and dreamy and got her heart broken 💔, the first thing she did? Hug her sisters, yep she is introduced as someone who doesn't like mushy stuff or being affectionate but like I said she has no problem when her dad gives her love and also buttercup herself gives hugs and even kisses when she is happy enough to forget she is suposed to be too tough to be that sweet. How can you not relate with her at some point? How unfair is that she didn't get a special power, at least you could say she is the one with more stamina when it comes to physical strength, i mean the girl likes to punch giant hunks of meat as a hobby, she works out off duty she absolutely deserves the title of the toughest fighter.

BUBBLES: Here she is! My sweet best girl!🥰 Cute and sweet until you cross her! My personal favorite! I can relate to her because when you have a certain personality or tastes sometimes people doesn't takes you seriously, i mean for example people who is energetic and always looks too happy is often misjudged by others as "stupid" or "clueless" as if you could never be serious and they infantilize you (I've been through that) and also because she is the artistic one.

So if Blossom is the brain 🧠 and Buttercup is the muscle 💪 Bubbles is definitely the heart 🩵 of the team, the glue that keeps them together. It's been said that she doesn't deserve her popularity because the show favors her too much or something, like she doesn't get in trouble for her actions, well aside certain episode I'll say that is mostly untrue, she gets reprimanded for her misbehavior as much as her sisters. Then what else? She is a crybaby, she is too naive, oversensitive, too emotional, coward, an airhead, too childish, too loud and also stupid and spoiled WOW, for starters there's nothing wrong with being naive she just want to see the bright side, her sisters have been deceived as well lots of times, even Blossom, she is sensitive and cries a lot but we see her trying and struggling to be strong too, she doesn't hide her emotions and that will make her better at process her feelings than anyone who hides them, also sensitive or emotional she is no pushover, normally she let's someone else defend her because is not in her nature to jump straight into an argument but if there is no one to defend her she will stand up by herself but when it comes to defend others she won't hesitate, she doesn't like when their sisters argue but she doesn't have any problem fighting them if she is provoked, she can be really sassy and her sassiness is hilarious, she likes to tease too and is mischievous, yes Bubbles can be naughty, she is playful and plays cute on purpose to get her way so she isn't stupid (she has her shining moments), she is also a lot more humble than her sisters since she doesn't describe herself as better than them but just AS good as them (or as strong and as mean) anytime when she gets her strength questioned because of her cuteness and whoever underestimated her will soon regret it, she is scared of the dark or bugs or certain monsters, that doesn't make her a coward that makes her brave because she still confronts them regardless and she is really so extra sometimes 😂😂 is so funny! Also she is the most open and affectionate of the trio! She'll hug everyone and she loves so easily (ok on that i can't relate 🙃) she is also energetic, empathetic and positive honestly... Best sweet girl ever!! She really owns the sugar!

See? Characters full of flaws and virtues!! The magic of a three dimensional character well done is just how relatable they are, this three superpowered little girls are just so human. Every reason to love them! And why they deserve respect if you're going to make a reboot of them... So Craig great cartoon Creator we'll leave it in your hands 🙏🥺

#powerpuff girls #ppg #cartoon network #the powerpuff girls #blossom #bubbles #buttercup #rowdyruff boys #the rowdyruff boys #ppg buttercup #ppg bubbles #ppg blossom #love post

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Frat!Luke Masterlist

almost is never enough (ao3) - fannyann luke/calum, calum/liam, liam/harry M, 32k

Summary: “I think I’ve always known that a little. I mean, if I paid attention, at least.”

Liam laughs, eyes crinkling up and Calum’s surprised at how easy this is.“That obvious?”

“A little. Love’s funny that way. Think it’s only obvious when you want it to be.”

or; A Frat AU where Calum and Liam are in love with other people but can't quite see what's right in front of their eyes.

(Baby Pull Me) Closer (ao3) - mukedayparade michael/luke N/R, 4k

Summary: He was stunned for a moment by the sheer beauty of the boy standing beside him. With fire engine red hair and skin the color of porcelain, the boy was the most beautiful thing Luke had ever set eyes on. The blond let his eyes trace over the mystery boy’s features, from his light green eyes to his bright pink lips—lips that were now forming words that Luke had not heard.

or,

luke is finally done with finals, so he decides to celebrate like everyone else: by going to a frat party. that's where he meets michael, the porcelain god with bright red hair who he just has to have.

Condom (wattpad) - lukesmoann luke/calum 23 parts (ongoing)

Summary: for some people, you can drown out the world with smoke and music.

for Luke, sex had to be added to the mix.

but little did he know, Calum would need to be added too.

Frat Boy (wattpad) - hemmingsirwie luke/ashton 10 parts (ongoing)

Summary: When Ashton sleeps with a cute frat boy at a party, he doesn't expect to be partnered with his one night stand for a science project. Nor, did he expect the bumps along the way. fratboy!luke ∥ normal!ashton

Its Not So Easy To Just Say Fuck It (ao3) - bitchnluke luke/ashton T, 2k

Summary: Ashtons whole life is about surfing, but this one blonde boy gets in the way of that. He also happens to be a fratboy that claims hes straight, but his actions prove otherwise.

President Material (ao3) - clamu_hnod luke/ashton, michael/calum N/R, 2k (WIP)

Summary: He was the epitome of everything he was supposed to be.

Blond hair, blue eyes, winning smile, even complexion. He was Clean cut, clean shaven, and friendly as all be out. Not to mention he was a legacy. A fourth generation legacy, to be exact, just like his brother’s before him. Not only had his great-grandfather, grandfather, and father been in the same fraternity he was now initiated into, but they had also received the prestigious title of president after three years of dedication to their fraternal brothers. Luke’s older siblings, Jack and Ben, had failed to attain the honor, so all hope rested on his shoulders.

But no pressure.

sweet and salty (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum T, 9k

Summary: “We could get a bunch of stuff to try? See what’s good before we commit to buying anything in bulk?”

“That’s actually not bad,” Luke admits. “Go to the store, grab some things that catch our eye, try them out…” A fantastic idea is formulating in his head. An excuse to spend even more time with Calum.

“We could make a night of it? Like have a full-on sleepover? Really surround ourselves in the sorority girl vibe.” He chuckles to ensure Calum is aware this is very much a joke. But also a very serious suggestion. But also definitely a joke.

the tutor (wattpad) - ash-irwie luke/ashton 5 parts

Summary: frat boy luke who everyone knows as the popular douchebag that hangs with the wrong crowd and gets judged too easily for someone who he really isn't

or the one where ashton has to tutor luke because of luke's nagging mother and his horrible effort and grades.

What It Takes (ao3) - mukeclemmings luke/calum M, 8k (WIP)

Summary: "Wait, wait, wait. You don't like sex? How can you not like sex?"

And, it's not that Calum doesn't like sex, Calum is very sure that he would like sex in the right situation. It's just, Calum doesn't like intimacy with just anyone, and he definitely doesn't like intimacy with the douchebag fratboy that broke his best friend's heart.

Or, so he thought.

yours are the sweetest eyes i've ever seen (ao3) - clemmiings michael/luke T, 3k

Summary: 5 times luke and michael get drunk together and the 1 time they're sober

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5 seconds of summer #5sos #5sos fanfic #luke hemmings #frat!luke #frat!luke masterlist #au

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Brian Kelly School Headcanons

Gleaming the Cube (1989) is a crazy, skateboarding movie where the main character, Brian Kelly, does not get enough credit for being beautiful (and also solving his brother's murder and being an expert skateboarder and other unimportant stuff like that). Some of these are kind of a given just from watching the movie; if you feel like I'm mischaracterizing (word??) him, please, please, please tell me.

Given the obvious stares and looks of shock when he did his drastic (-pasty, snotty-) change, he's pretty well known in the school to be the bad boy skater.

He'd be the class clown, purposefully interrupting class (although he'd either dial it down or all the way up in his few classes with Vinh).

Some would like him because he'd burn class time debating about the teacher's choice in chalk or making a ruckus with his friends; before the teacher would know, class is over, the bell rang, and half the students are out the door before they could give homework because of Brian.

It might just be me, but I think I'd be on his not-fantastic side because I'd walk to the wrong side of the sidewalk to get out of his way. He's zipping past on his skateboard and yelling for people to move to get to school and I'd panic and take thirty seconds to decide which way to go. Just me? ...okay. Anyway, moving on-

He and Vinh both have pretty large friend groups of people who are like them; those two friend groups have plenty of people who don't like each other, since one is a skater gang of upstarts and class clowns and the other is a study group of top students. Whenever there are feuds, Brian either ignores it or makes a show of talking to and fistbumping Vinh to half-signal to his friend and Vinh's friend to chill tf out.

To the ones who give him dirty looks in the hallway, he gives a passive aggressive smile and a little wave, which usually catches the attention of his friends. Under the stare of a friend group containing 6 '3 Tony Hawk, they turn away quickly.

Fidgets with his earring, either jangling it around, or pulling it in and out. This is when he's extremely bored and got separated from his friends.

All teachers dread him. He's the one with the reputation that transcends grades. There was an instance where a teacher, very wary and strict to him, was on the good side of Vinh, and he asked Brian to stop picking little fights with the teacher. Brian reluctantly agreed and then started to volunteer to hand out papers before class and such, and the teacher became even more wary and suspicious of him.

The Shakespeare section was Hell to him. Vinh tried to help by quoting it in random situations and asking Brian what it meant; he just burst out laughing at how stupid he sounded.

All his presentations where he got to choose what he did was on skating or punk music; he finally had a 100% to show his parents.

Wasn't a glue drinking kid; he gnawed on pencils, though.

More concerned with tossing shoes out of his closet to find the pair he wants than combing his hair. More concerned with putting milk before cereal (I'm kidding! I'm kidding! Then he'd deserve to go to jail /hj Maybe, I don't know- kidding!) than remembering to grab the crumpled homework on the table.

Has probably started a mass cafeteria food fight; one orange slice hit him in the side of the face and then he started the next world war.

Actually really good at fundraisers, since he's an extroverted boi and a lot of people know him from skateboarding all around town.

Everybody has at least a sliver of an opinion on him. The school is cleanly split into two: slightly negative and slightly positive. Slightly negative comes from the people who know him as, "The Loud Kid who Almost Ran me over this Morning." The slightly positive people are the ones who either hate school and like him wasting class, or the ones who take one look at him and agree with me: he's peak gender envy (I mean, that time was around when that kind of style was getting popular [I think]).

After Vinh died and the canon movie ends, I like to think that he went back to his more skater boy style but still tried harder to get good grades. Whenever he gets a good score, before showing his parents or friends or Tina, he goes to Vinh’s grave to proudly show him.

#Brian Kelly #Brian Kelly Gleaming the Cube #Gleaming the Cube #Gleaming the Cube (1989)

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Lol yeah Mike should pay us for breaking our gay hearts and tormenting us with his beautiful but heartbreaking stories. LEXA IS A TRUE U-HAUL LESBIAN!! She saw something she liked and went for it. I'd love to have her conference. If there wouldn't have been a war then Lexa would have married Clarke immediately. YOU HAVE TO WATCH THE SHOW!!! IT'S FANTASTIC! (Aside from season 3 and the last 5 minutes)

HOUSE OF USHER WAS SO FUCKING GOOD!! I loved it. Everyone in this family was a gigantic asshole and they lowkey deserved their fate (not Camille though, she is mother and can't do anything wrong). The cinematography, the metaphors, the shots. Everything was so beautiful and once again Mike managed to create such a wonderful story with great horror elements. I love that guy. And I'm so happy that I called the "twist"/reason for everything that's happened around episode 4. Usually I suck at predictions but now I'm so proud of myself 😁 You really have to force your brother to watch Hill House! Everyone must see this masterpiece at least once in their lives.

My day was good. I had fantastic food for lunch, hung out with the chickens and binged House of Usher. And read many more Wanda/Nat fics...

Look at her. Why couldn't she have gotten more screen time 😭 https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJTkWVBe/

My tiktok is full of her now... https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJTBrwgL/

And to complete the hot trio, here is Mel https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJ7P3v1K/

I don't understand how one person can be so beautiful

Honestly, everyone should aspire to have Lexa’s confidence and her U-Haul lesbianism!!! I mean, Lexa basically did marry Clarke when she swore fealty to her in season 3!! I definitely do need to watch the rest of the show sometime!

THAT SHOW SO WAS FUCKING GOOD AND ONLY FOR 8 EPISODES?!?! IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN 10!! Kate Siegel try not to serve cunt challenge (impossible)!!! I loved all of the little references to Edgar Allan Pie’s story, especially the name ‘Fortunato.’ I had to explain most of the references to Poe’s work to my brother because he never got to read them in 8 grade because that was his covid year sadly, but he really loved that show!! It took me a hot minute to guess the twist, but I eventually did around episode 6 😭 I’m probably going to rewatch it again but after I read Poe’s stories, just so I can get a better understanding of it. And oh my god, I actually ship Verna and Madeline!!! Her final monologue in episode 8 was peak Mike Flanagan, and every word was written to perfection! Trust me, my brother will watch Hill House whether he wants to or not!

I’m glad you had a good day and some fantastic food!! Reading Wanda/Nat fics is the best way to end a day!

ALL OF HER OUTFITS WERE AMAZING!! ESPECIALLY THAT ONE WITH THE SNAKES

Those are my two favorite eras of her hair!!! Winter Soldier and Civil War are chefs kiss 😩

I absolutely love Melissa so much, how can she be so hot?!??

Also, I don’t know if this is true or not, but I’ve heard some things about Mel not returning to play Sam in the Scream 7 🧍‍♀️ I don’t think it’s true, because Sam is the new face of the movies, but I don’t know…

#bender chats #clexa is forever ♾️

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What do you think about questions in writing? I had a high school teacher tell me once that there shouldn't be questions in writing and I took it to heart and go out of my way to avoid them, but sometimes it makes the writing clunky and awkward and I wish I had just used the question, especially in reference to a character's thoughts

I think I'm going to start using them, but sparingly

Thought it would be good to get your opinion though

I think like most techniques in writing, the real trick is to know what effect it has. And if that's the effect you want, fantastic, use it. If it's not, it's probably something you want to avoid.

And many techniques are best used sparingly. Rhetorical questions can be punchy and dramatic, they can emphasize insecurity, but they can also just...well...get annoying.

For example, here's a comment I got from one of my CPs in 2017, regarding questions in prose:

And they weren't wrong. I rankled at it a bit first (as people often do at criticism, even when the criticism is justified and correct). But like many things my CPs have taught me over the years: what I was doing was, in fact, lazy and distracting when used too often and I have since noticed it myself in other people's writing and in my own.

If you're asking about that snippet I posted early with several questions in a row, well: I might edit that later. It just looks like that right now. But they're written as questions, I think, partly to emphasize that the character is questioning himself and his own worldview. His very fundamentals are being questioned. He's not just thinking a question.

And they might even come out later if it doesn't work!

What's the line of too often? It's too often when it becomes distracting (Note I used a rhetorical question there that I immediately answered myself).

Now, the thing is, you don't want to use filtering words instead. This is also not a great move most of the time, because it adds distance between the reader and character. Now, sometimes that will be your intent, but it typically...isn't.

So:

Was that all she needed? It was too simple, wasn't it? Why wouldn't they want more? Wouldn't they have asked for her necklace, or twice as much money? Didn't they want information or favors? Why hadn't they asked for it?

Is a lot of questions in a row.

But changing it to:

She wondered if that was too simple. She had thought they would ask for more. She had planned to give her necklace, or twice as much money, or even favors.

Is also not great.

Realistically, I would revise it to something like this:

That seemed far too simple. They could have asked for twice as much money. Her jewelry. Information. Favors, even. Something was wrong.

And here's an interesting note: when I first wrote up that revision, I ended it on "So why hadn't they?", which is still a rhetorical question. But I didn't actually need to use it. "Something was wrong," is just as close to this narrative POV, but it's not a question. It actually emphasizes what I want the reader to glean: that this is suspicious behavior, and my narrating character has clocked it. The fact that she's questioning it doesn't have to actually come in the form of a question.

She doesn't need to question the reader about it.

That said, a lot of high school English teacher advice is to be discarded in writing, especially when it comes to prose fiction or creative nonfiction. I had a lot of classmates in my creative writing college program who I think started writing essays for classes before fiction. There's nothing wrong with that, but you can tell that they learned to write for academia: Lots of passive voice, no fragments, no contractions, ever. Full-length paragraphs. And if you read an actual book, that's not what they read like. Those are instructions for a high school English essay, not fiction.

Also, my tenth grade English teacher wouldn't ever let us use the word "It" or any form of a "Be" verb. Now, she wanted to break us of the habit of using the Ambiguous It and misusing and overusing progressive tense (which is clunky and wordy), but damn, it also means you can't write, "Shakespeare was a poet," or "The protagonist is a young man in the 1800s," and instead have to write something like "Shakespeare lived in Elizabethan England as a poet," and "The story revolves around a young man living in the 1800s."

Let me tell you, I only managed to come up with those alternatives with an extra ten years of writing.

(Also one of my peer-editors tried to correct a "Be" verb usage in a quote, which is not how quoting works, and I hated this teacher for many reasons and this was only one of them).

She also gave us a sheet of "Sentence starters," which was a list of grammatical clauses that could open a sentence, and we had to use at least 8 different ones in our essays, which was inevitably awkward as hell and forced. English really just prefers the "subject-verb" opening to sentences, and sometimes adding a clause on there doesn't help.

So don't take your teacher's rules too strictly. Just consider why the rules exist and learn how use them.

English classes are best when they teach you rhetoric, especially in the early years. They should teach you how to construct an argument, and how to take one apart. They should teach you necessary reading skills and comprehension of what media is. They should be teaching literacy and reading comprehension. They aren't trying to teach you how to write a book.

#writing

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riskjly · 8 months

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Well... That went great

As the non existent reader of this blog might have already noticed: I haven't really been active. I would like to apologise to the 0 people who have as of now enjoyed my blog posts and have had to wait more than a year for a follow up on what I promised. I will try to answer the most pressing questions that might have come up during that time.

Why did I not write any more blog posts:

tldr: I had no time/ I forgot.

Well, when I started this blog in early 2022, I was locked up at home with way too much time at my hands. For anyone, like me looking back on it right now, is confused as to why I was locked up for so long; Corona. Which - shockingly - was still a thing back then.

I massively overestimated my motivation to keep going afterwards. Not only that, I also just forgot the blog existed for a good few months.

What happened after the Iast blog post:

tldr: I suck at learning, but I got hired

I learned little to nothing about PHP. Not because of lacking commitment, but because I suck at teaching myself what it actually means to write code.

What do I mean by that? Well, I did look into it and learned some basics about PHP and I actually read a book about Laravel, but... Let's just say next to nothing actually stuck.

Why? -There was no structure to my learning. Which is easy to say in retrospect, but I was very much aware of the lack of success while learning as well. What I should have done, is just setup a Laravel project, booted it up and gotten a rough overview of what everything does. I shouldn't have focused on understanding everything I saw. It just doesn't if you don't know anything about it yet. After that I should have to do some small project on my own and get it running. Nothing fancy, just something which incorporates as much of the basic functionality as possible (idk, maybe some kind of very basic blog - ironic Ik).

I did do a small project however I did it by following a tutorial on how to write that.

tldr: How to learn to code: learn the basics, get a general overview, do a project (on your own) and don't force yourself to "understand" stuff that is way above your pay grade.

To anyone out there trying to learn to code: following a YouTube tutorial might just be the worst thing to do, ever. Don't get me wrong, YouTube tutorials that help you understand the basics, like fireship or Theo (for TypeScript, but I find most of his content is actually relevant for most web development) are fantastic. They get you to a point where you can do it all on your own. Following those hours long "code along" videos where you basically just copy the code the YouTuber is producing, are the most useless piece of hot garbage you could watch as a beginner trying to get started. You just don't learn anything. Especially because everything they say makes sense when they say it, but because you don't know the basics, you won't be able to reproduce it and so it's just entirely useless.

How do I know that? Well, as soon as my internship started, I got tasked with learning yet another programming language and another framework: JS and React. They gave me some videos and articles and then they told me to write a basic calculator. Which I did. Apparently it was so "good" for a person who had basically no knowledge about either JS or React they hired me. I honestly learned more from all of that in the few days I was there than from the months at home trying to cramp knowledge into my brain. That's not even the real point though: A few months on, I stumbled onto Laravel again in my now job. I thought: Oh nice, I can do this, I studied this stuff for months. As soon as I opened up the Laravel project though, I realised I had no idea what any of the stuff did and how to realise the most basic of things. I had to start over again.

Phew, that was long. Way too long in my opinion, but I don't want to boil it down into a few lines, that would take too much energy and time I don't have. The most important stuff is in the tldr. I hope you, my nonexistent fans and all the other people who might've read this, still enjoyed it though and that it was worth your time, even if you didn't have the context of my blog.

My next blog posts hopefully won't be as long and rambly. I will try to post something semi regularly from now on. I do like the way this blogging thing really makes me sort all the facts out in my head and forces me to think a bit more clearly about events and trends in my life.

Anyways: Cheers, I hope you all have a great day!

#long post #life #coding #update #idk what else to tag

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Today is August 8th.

I had a surprisingly good day today! I had my morning coffee so that probably contributed to it. This morning, I was able to sit with my coffee, a homemade cinnamon roll, and the book I'm currently reading (Secret of the White Rose by Stefanie Pintoff) and read for about an hour. It was fantastic. I don't get to read often so when I do, it's a real treat.

I got an email this morning from the people at NYU Steinhardt replying to the questions I sent them. Thankfully, it was good news! They don't require an art history degree but any experience working in the arts or volunteering would be wonderful on my resume. They weren't sure if I'd be able to waiver the business classes but that's a question that would have to be addressed at acceptance. And they even sent me the information for the upcoming Fall 2022 information sessions so I can learn more there. I have a really good feeling about this.

I think it's crazy that just over a year ago, I was crying on my friend's couch in the East Village about how I never wanted to leave and promised her that I'd be living in New York City within the next three years. Well, if this works out, I'd beat my deadline by a whole year.

After getting ready for the day, I went to my university's library and took the LSAT Writing Section. LSAC has you take the writing portion of the test before the rest so they can get a head start on grading. It was surprisingly simple? Or I did it wrong? I hope not. I can't tell you anything about it but I was able to create a pretty strong argument in only 35 minutes. I'm really proud of that.

I then did about four hours of logic game practice. If you can ace the logic game section, then your score will be phenomenal. I'm already pretty good at reading comprehension and logical reasoning, so focusing on logic games was a good use of my time today.

Before class, I ran up the street to Cane's and grabbed some dinner. I ate in my car on an empty parking garage floor so I could blast my music as loud as I could handle. I suggest The Beach by Wolf Alice--it's amazing. Then I went to class from 5:30-5:52. It was a really short lecture and we didn't have a quiz for the last class's content.

Then I came home, answered the email, let the puppies I despise outside (my mom said she's planning on actually sending them to puppy training this time, so cross your fingers), changed the colors of my personal website, and got ready to work out.

I haven't exercised properly in a few months now. Once we started the renovation in my house, we moved everything to the garage, rendering the weightlifting set-up there useless. At some point, my family cleaned out and reorganized the area and now we can actually use everything again. I was messing around with the puppies when the thought struck me that it's Monday and Monday is the perfect day to start a workout routine again and if I don't do it now, then I never will.

I listen to a phenomenal TedTalk about making decisions and habits that stick that changed my perspective on starting new habits and breaking old ones. The man talking said to never put a deadline on it. Never say, "I'll do/not do XYZ until [instert date here]" because as soon as that date comes around, you won't do it anymore. You have to change your perspective about the habit or decision. Instead of giving yourself a deadline, you just accept it as part of your life. Instead of "I will not sugar for one month", say "I don't eat sugar". Period. It's part of who you are now. I think that's a better approach than when my parents tell me to "embrace the suck" and "just do it" and "push through it". Instead of it being a choice, it is now who I am and what I do.

This is all to say, I'm going to work out every day. I am not going to push myself past my limits and burn myself out before I really get started, but I'm going to do some sort of activity every day to stay in shape. I like the way I feel when I lift and I usually sleep better.

So, I worked out and I worked out hard and it was nice. Now, I'm sleepy and I'm going to leave you here. What habit or decision can you embody rather than push through? Are you going to?

Good night loves.

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sunkissedspider · 3 years

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Teacher's Pet | Spencer Reid

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pairing: professor!Spencer Reid x female!reader (no spoilers) summary: You had always had a crush on Professor Reid, but what happens when you finally get time alone with him?

warnings: Smut, language, making out, light (consensual) choking, light (consensual) slapping (like one mention of it), oral (f receiving), fluff, etc. (lmk if I miss anything!)

word count: 2.3k+

a/n: Sorry for not posting my writing in forever! I'm back with it now though :) sorry for any spelling and/or grammar errors!

To say that you hated your statistics and profiling class was an understatement, and, at this point, you were surprised that you even showed up anymore. You knew the reason that you did though, and no, it wasn't because your professor was insanely hot, which he was, but because of the fact that you simply couldn't afford not to show up. You were most definitely struggling though, so when Professor Reid emailed you one night about setting up a meeting the following day at a local coffee shop, you were less than surprised.

***

"Oh my god, you gotta fuck him, Y/N." Your good friend and old roommate, Colleen, told you over the phone when mentioned the early meeting with Professor Reid the following day.

"Jesus, Collie. He's my professor, I can't." You scoffed out, flabbergasted by her idea.

"That never stopped the chicks in those cheesy college movies." She told you, giggling slightly over the taboo topic.

"That's because they're cheesy college movies, dumbass." You teased, laughing after the playful insult.

"They had to get inspiration from somewhere." You could practically see her shrug over the phone.

"Whatever, nerd. I gotta go, he wants to meet at six." You put an emphasis on the early time.

"Jesus, good luck with that. Use protection! Love ya." And with that she abruptly hung up, just like always.

Honestly, the idea of fucking your professor on the desk of his lecture hall or in his cramped office excited you more than you'd care to admit, but you knew that was just a fantasy. You couldn't put his job on the line, or the scholarship to this college that you worked your ass off for.

***

Even though you had made a mental note not to fuck your professor, that didn't stop you from putting on the shortest skirt you could without looking unprofessional, and the most low-cut and tightest blouse that you could without looking like you were trying to show off your, amazing, but, distracting tits.

The second that you walked into the small coffee shop, the overwhelming, but pleasant, smell of freshly ground coffee and pastries filled your nose, your eyes immediately drifting to a table for two in the back of the shop that you automatically assumed Professor Reid to be at.

The second he saw you walking up to the table, you could tell that he had to restrain himself from widening his eyes at your appearance, placing his folder down on the table and standing up to pull your seat out for you.

"Good morning, Miss Y/L/N." He said, taking his seat again and starting to flip through the folder with your name on it.

"Morning, Professor Reid." You replied, glancing at the dribbled on post-it notes stuck to papers in the folders.

"I'm going to give it to you straight, Miss Y/L/N: you're simply failing my class. I've looked at your other grades, and you seem to be a fantastic student, but you definitely seem to be having some trouble in my class, especially with this semester. I see your drive to be a great student, and I'm aware that if you don't pass all of your classes this year, you lose your scholarship, which I would hate since it's only my class that you're failing. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm most definitely not going to pass you automatically, but I'm open to giving you extra lessons outside of class." He spoke, flipping through the pages and pointing at certain things.

You agreed quickly, more thankful than anyone could know about the fact that you'd basically been given a second chance to pass this class, and an opportunity to actually understand the material. After all, you did only have six weeks left until summer, so the extra work wouldn't get to you... right?

***

By the fourth time meeting with Professor Reid, you were beat. Your brain felt fried and like mush all at the same time. You were more than thankful that he was willing to help you pass, but, holy shit, you just wanted to be able to sleep in on a Saturday.

"So have you fucked him yet?" Colleen asked you over the phone as you were getting ready for your weekly meeting with Spencer.

"No, Colleen. The answers gonna be no every time the you ask, I hope you know that." You said, frustrated because, if you were being honest, had thought about it every single time that you were in his cramped little office.

"But you know that I'm still going to ask." She laughed as you groaned at her consistence.

"Fuck!" You said under your breath, noticing that you were now five minutes late. "I gotta go, Collie. I'll call you after."

And with that, you were scrambling to get your shoes and coat on quickly as you locked your front door, quickly walking to your car.

As you stumbled into Professor Reid's office, you were clearly flustered. He looked up from his computer, taking in your appearance before glancing down at his expensive watch, then back up at you.

"You're late." He said simply, his expression unreadable.

"I'm so sorry, professor. My alarm didn't go off, it won't happen again." You said, backing against the door instinctively as he made his way over to you.

"Good." He said, his face close to yours and his breath hot. "It better not." He reached behind you and pulled on the door handle, moving you out of the way to step into his lecture hall.

You were even more flustered than before at this, trying your best to remember how fucking good he smells.

"So today I figured we'd work on chapter six." He started, seeming to be completely ignoring what had just happened as he wrote on the huge whiteboard.

"Sir?" You pied up, his head turning to look at you. "We only have two more meetings left until school is out, so I was wondering if we could possibly speed up the rate of chapters per meeting? Unless, of course, you'd want to work on this during summer as well."

"Oh yes, you're right. And actually, I'm transferring to Boston after this semester, so that wouldn't really be possible." He laughed before quickly reviewing chapter six, and moving on to chapters eight and nine until it was time for lunch, which was when your meetings ended.

You thought about him transferring the whole drive home, the idea honestly making you more upset than you thought it would. You and Professor Reid had grown close since your meetings started, professionally, of course (except for what had happened earlier), and the fact that you wouldn't have a teacher as an ally next year honestly struck a bit of fear into your heart.

***

You stopped into Professor Reid's office on the last day of school, not really knowing what would come out if the situation. If you were being honest, you just really wanted to see him one last time.

You stopped in the doorway as he was packing up the last of his knickknacks and such. When he didn't notice you, you knocked quietly on the doorframe.

"Miss Y/L/N! Hi, I didn't think I'd see you." He said, more excited than you'd thought he'd be.

"I just wanted to stop by before you left. Thank you so much, by the way. For everything, honestly. I hope that Boston treats you well." You said, eyes seconds away from getting teary. You cautiously moved closer to him, extending your hand for a handshake, before he pulled you in for a tight hug.

"It was my pleasure, Miss Y/L/N. Good luck next year." He said, turning to leave the cramped office for the last time.

And you almost let him go, until you spoke faster than your brain could process. "Wait!" He stopped in his tracks and turned around, a slight smirk on his thin face.

"Yes, Miss Y/L/N?" He replied, the way that he said your name making you feel weak in the knees.

"It's just that..." You started, trying your best to subtly make your voice more seductive. "You're not my professor anymore." You looked up at him through your lashes, his smirk more prominent now. And, god, you just wanted him to bend you over that desk and fuck you until you saw stars.

"What are you getting at, Y/N?" He asked, the first time he used your first name.

"Oh, come on, Spencer." You scoffed, walking closer to him while trailing your fingers along the old mahogany desk. "I see the way that you look at me. That glint in your eyes is almost primal. How long have you been thinking about it?" You asked, coming in front of him, fixing his tie as you added; "How long have you been thinking about fucking me?" You had absolutely no idea where this surge of confidence came from, but you were so fucking glad that it had surfaced.

He gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing at your eye level. The look in his eyes was dangerous, and you couldn't get enough of it. He gripped your wrist tightly, haltering your movement and forcing you to look in his eyes. "You have no idea what you're messing with right now." His voice was raspier than normal, and it made you subtly clench your legs.

You leaned forward to whisper into his ear, your soft lips just barely touching his skin. "Then show me... Professor." The emphasis that you put on the last word must've done it for him, because he roughly grabbed the sides of your face, kissing you with so much passion and hunger that it made your head start spinning, but in no way were you complaining. You couldn't.

The kiss sent you into a type of euphoria that you had never felt before, and his hand wrapped lightly around your throat made the experience so much more intense

"Spencer," You whined, your head lulling back as he placed wet, opened mouth kisses on your throat. "Please." You gasped as he nipped underneath your ear.

"Please what?" He said, his hands gripping your waist tightly as he waited for your response.

"Please fuck me, Spencer." You pleaded.

He lightly smacked your face, not hard, but just enough to correct you.

"What was that?" The look in his eyes was feral.

"Please fuck me, sir." And with that he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he slammed you on the hard desk.

Your lips immediately connect back to his lips as you tried your hardest to quickly unbutton his shirt, lips breaking for a second as you ripped your blouse off, his lips immediately going to your breasts, kissing and sucking harsh bruises onto the soft skin, his actions making you let out groans as your head fell back, your eyes heavy as you wrapped your hands tightly in his loose curls.

You eventually got impatient as your hands went to his belt, unbuckling the metal clasp, tugging down his tweed trousers and boxers, his cock springing out, the tip wet with precum.

He sank down to his knees, spreading your legs apart, literally ripping your panties off of your legs before absolutely devouring you like you were his last meal, the sounds coming from your heat mixed with his mouth was almost deafening as his tongue delved inside of you, causing a loud moan to rip from your throat as he added two fingers into the mix, pumping into you at a practically godly speed.

You pulled at his shoulders, kissing him hungrily, tasting your self on his tongue as you gripped his cock, bringing it towards your entrance, until he slammed into you hard that you felt as if you would black out. His pace was rough and quick and everything that he wouldn't seem to be. It was animalistic and dirty, and you absolutely couldn't get enough of it.

Your moans were loud and high pitched, and his were rough and almost like growls and his lips placed hot kisses on your neck and décolletage. You practically screamed when he hit a place so deep inside of you that no one had before.

"Fuck, Spence," You breathed out, voice quiet since your throat was raw from all of the high pitched moans he has caused you to let out. "Fuck, I'm close."

His pace picked up with that, his hand moving to your clit, obviously close, but wanting to reach his goal.

"Just wanna make you cum," He spat, his thrusts growing sloppier and sloppier with each second. "Can you cum for me, pretty girl?" He cooed, your moans turning into whines as you pulled him closer to you.

With just a few more thrusts, you were completely coming undone underneath him, your orgasm ripping through you with more intensity than you had ever felt before, and before you knew it, he was forcing you down to your knees, his seed spilling down your throat the second he was in your hot, wet mouth.

He leaned down once more to kiss you, the kiss a million times different than the previous ones. This one was soft and slow and sweet. Not hungry, not pressured. Just simple.

"You can always visit me in Boston, if you'd like." He said, while kissing the marks he had left on your chest, now suddenly shy.

"I'd like that very much, Spencer." You smiled, looking up at him and kissing him once more before you both started putting your clothes back on.

***

Later that night, Colleen had called you, and you picked up from the bathtub, your legs and core aching from the earlier activities.

"So did you fuck him yet?" He asked, her voice inquisitive.

"Well..."

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faillen · 2 years

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Would you... Would you like to share the plot of the canon divergent story you'll never write?

hgafjkg nonny, the answer will always be yes. You guys aren't allowed to get mad at me for this—we all know I'm notorious for talking about ideas I might or might not write.

((I have some scenes bouncing around in my head, but alas, no promises. I lied, I just sent Cookie two entire scenes on Discord and they will be posted below. It's highly possible than an AU like this already exists out there, but this is my version.))

First thing's first—context. Pinko is the absolute best—truly a fantastic artist on Twitter (go follow her), and posted this art of a scene from the mock trailer the other day. It is entirely the fault of this art for making me spiral over this idea (and also Cookie, because Cookie made me start thinking about the Christmas concert, which made me start thinking about their song even more.

With that, onward we go:

The fundamental divergence in this AU is that Pat falls first and realizes it in high school. I have not decided how this realization occurs yet. I do, however, want to do it in a way that allows for a lot of space to describe their high school scheming re grades & tests, because that is something I'm really sad we didn't get in canon.

Pat and Pran get put together for the Christmas Concert, except their song writing process is a bit different. Pat tells Pran about his feelings, and Pran tries to translate them into lyrics—this results in a much more intense writing relationship for them & with the song itself (because it starts out as Pran interpreting Pat's feelings but not understanding that they're for him, and by the time he's re-singing the song in Uni for Freshy Day, they become Pran echoing Pat's feelings back to him, accepting them, and also saying that he feels the same towards him.)

Scene #1: Pran showing Pat the lyrics and realizing that Pat has feelings for him. Directly inspired by Pinko's art:

Pat stares down at the piece of paper for too long, eyes darting over the words fast enough that Pran begins to doubt he's even rereading them. Impatience prickles at his skin, makes him want to snatch it back, whatever confidence that he'd done it—had managed to capture the feelings that Pat had haltingly described to him—curdling in his stomach with each second that passes.

"So?" Pran snaps, and there is far too much of an edge to his voice. Pat looks up at him quickly, eyes wide, fingers tightening on the paper and wrinkling the edges, as if he can tell that Pran wants to take it back from him.

Pat swallows. "It's good." But he sounds weird, strangled, like he's forcing the words out, and something like embarrassment sweeps through Pran's body.

"Don't lie," Pran says, and Pat stiffens, brows furrowing.

"I'm not lying, why would I—"

"You're acting weird, I can tell you don't like it." Pran holds his hand out, "Give it to me, I'll try again or something." The thought fills him with foreboding, he has no clue how he would start over again, if Pat doesn't like this direction for the song, if he thinks Pran has gotten it wrong.

"What?" Pat says, pulling the paper closer to himself and taking a step back. But he's not meeting Pran's eyes. "No, I like it. We should keep this."

"Pat," Pran warns. "Give it back to me." Every moment the paper remains in Pat's hands makes him feel a little more like he's given him some kind of blackmail—if it's not good, then Pat should just tell him so instead of pretending, instead of trying to hold onto this evidence of Pran's less-than-optimal work.

"What are you going to do with it?" Pat asks.

"Throw it out and try again," he reaches out to swipe for the lyrics.

"No," Pat exclaims. Pran lets out a frustrated growl, stepping closer and trying to grab it. Pat dodges, holding the paper over his head, and Pran doesn't even think before crowding closer to grab at it. Pat holds it behind himself, shoulder twisting awkwardly. "Pran, it's perfect, stop—"

"You're a terrible liar," Pran retorts, leaning across Pat to reach for it. But Pat, backed up to the edge of the bed, loses his balances instead, knees buckling as he falls back onto Pran's bed, the page crumpling under his palm as he catches himself. He recovers quickly and scooches back, holding it out of reach once again, while Pran clambers onto the mattress after him. "Stop being so difficult," he hisses.

"I'm not being difficult," Pat protests. He's trapped—propped up on his elbows at the top of the bed, legs stuck between Pran's knees, and there's no way for him to twist out of the position without completely dumping Pran onto the floor.

Pat realizes this at the same time that Pran does, and he shoves the pages under the pillow. Pran reaches forward, trying to swipe them out from underneath, but he's not fast enough—Pat thunks his head down atop the pillow, trapping both the pages and Pran's hand.

Stalemate. Pran can't grab the paper without risking ripping it, and Pat can't move his head without risking Pran getting it.

Pran lets out a frustrated noise. "I don't get why you won't admit that you don't like it," Pran says.

"I never said that," Pat whispers. He's not looking at Pran again, gaze hovering on the space between Pran's neck and shoulder. "It's good."

"I would believe you if you could actually look at me while saying it," Pran curls his trapped fingers, and the paper crinkles underneath them. Pat pushes his head down more firmly and squeezes his eyes shut.

When he opens them again, he meets Pran's gaze, looking akin to a man marching to his death. "Pran," he murmurs, and Pran's breath catches. "It's perfect."

It feels like he's saying something else. Pran can't help but let his gaze flick down to Pat's mouth, wondering if he's hearing correctly. Pat stiffens underneath him, and when Pran looks back at his eyes, he finds them terrifyingly vulnerable, discovers something that renders all of the words he's written down incredibly inadequate.

The fear of what he's found sweeps through him before he can even comprehend exactly what he's uncovered.

This was what Pat meant, when he talked about the anticipation. About that rush of terror and giddiness. Uncertainty.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

Pran scrambles off of him, and Pat's face shutters immediately.

Pran does not acknowledge Pat's feelings, and it just hovers between them, very awkward and heavy, in the days leading up to the Christmas concert.

And then canon events with Dissaya crashing the concert occur. Except this time, because Pat knows his feelings, he tries to stop Dissaya

Scene #2: Christmas Concert Heartbreak (Pat's POV, but I think I would want to rewrite this in Pran's)

"Khun," Pat calls out, tripping out from behind his drum set to hop off the stage and run towards them. Dissaya stops and turns slowly, her hand still wrapped around Pran's wrist. Her eyes are fiery, and it makes Pat's stomach turn. Nonetheless, he persists, lowering his voice back to speaking level. "Khun, it's not Pran's fault, our teacher assigned u—"

"I don't want him anywhere near you," Dissaya interrupts. "And he knows that."

"But—"

"I don't trust you," Dissaya says, deathly calm. "And I will not let you drag him down."

"I would never hurt him," Pat stutters, desperation having him speak faster than his brain can keep up. "I–I like him," he winces, tries to backtrack. "I mean—we're friends, I wouldn't. I wouldn't do anything to—"

"Friends?" Dissaya asks, not Pat, but Pran, who is staring at the ground, shoulders hunched up around his ears. "Pran. Don't tell me that you've been foolish enough to do this."

Pran looks up, glancing over at Pat, and whatever he sees in his expression has him closing his eyes for the briefest moment before turning to his mother.

"We just had to work together for the concert," Pran whispers. "That's all," his throat bobs, and his eyes flick to Pat.

"We're not friends."

And then, of course, Pran gets transferred.

Courtesy of Cookie: esp crying over how pat would blame himself even worse for pran's transfer "what if i never said anything, what if i never pushed, what if--"

When they see each other in college again and Pran has spent the last three years thinking about missed opportunities, etc., etc., etc., which makes him feel a lot more resentment towards Dissaya, while Pat has been trying to forget his first love because he "knows" Pran never felt the same way

But Pat's conclusion is wrong, and in this universe, Pran is not scared of Dissaya in so much as he is upset with her, and feels terribly guilty over how he broke Pat's heart.

So it takes them literally two minutes to get together in Uni.

This is also where the fun of them fighting on behalf of their departments while secretly dating each other occurs! Loads of guilt over hurting each other during fights and carefully patching each other up in apology, which is also something I wish we got in canon but didn't, because all the physical fighting was over by the time they got together.

The rest would be ~handwavey~ them getting found out by their friends & families and having to weather it together, but if I wrote this, I think the bulk would be high school, and the uni stuff would be covered in an epilogue.

I will leave you all with:

((so uh. yeah. it's been added to the WIP list))

#fyi this is a dissaya hate-free space #complex characters are good and important and i love dissaya #anyWAY #:DDD #bad buddy #fai answers #bad buddy fic #pat falls first au

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the-blonde-adventurer · 2 years

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Never Ending Truths (7)

Indiana Jones x OC

Summary: Everyone is born with a matching tattoo to their soulmate, but not everyone can feel their soulmate’s emotions. Harley LaCarrubba is a freshman attending Marshall college to one day be an archeologist with her passion for history. Lucky for her, she is being taught by none other than the famous Indiana Jones, the school heartthrob. She can feel her soulmate’s emotions but never met him in real life, making her feel guilty about having a crush on her professor.

Words: 2012

It's bittersweet to be back at school after going home to my papá. Every went fine; he told me he was proud of me for furthering my education and chasing my dreams. I wish I could have the best of both worlds, go to school and see my papá. I walk into mythology, taking my seat, excited to see my madrina. Madrina came out of her closet, bringing the Greek God figures out.

"Today, we are going to go over the Odyssey." she smiles as she takes a box of books and passes them around. "Who can explain the Odyssey to me?" she asks. I looked around, seeing no one answered, so I raised my hand. "Miss LaCarrubba?"

"The Odyssey is Homer's epic of Odysseus' 10-year struggle to return home after the Trojan War. While Odysseus battles mystical creatures and faces the wrath of the gods, his wife Penelope and his son Telemachus stave off suitors vying for Penelope's hand and Ithaca's throne long enough for Odysseus to return." I explain.

"Correct." she smiles proudly at me. I felt so great every time I answered a question correctly in her class.

*** "So tell me, how is your papá?" my godmother asks as she hands me a bowl of food she made me.

"He's good; he hired some new farm hands since he can't do it all himself anymore. The farm is doing great now we have Rokka to pull the plow. It was perfect seeing him again; you know what he told me when I was down there?" I smile as k look down at my food.

"What?"

"He told me he's proud of me, and mama would be too." I smile at her.

"Awww, I know how much that means to you. He keeps everything inside and has difficulty talking about his feelings to you. But, he is so proud of you and loves you so much." she put her hand on mine, leaning in closer with a smile. "Mia cara, we are all so proud of you and love you dearly. You have such a bright future ahead of you."

"Thank you." I smile at her softly, trying not to get emotional. We enjoy the rest of lunch, laughing and joking around.

*** I walked into Indy's class, seeing him smiling ear to ear as he saw me. "How was it back home?"

"It was great; my papá is doing well; Rokka will help my dad plow. It was great seeing him again." I smile as I take my seat.

"Fantastic, glad you had a good time." he smiles. "So I went on a little adventure during the break, and I got something you will like." he smiles.

"Really? Where did you go?" I get excited as I try not to bounce in my seat.

"After you see it, you'll know." he smiles at me with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Great, now I'm not going to be able to focus." I joke with him. He chuckled as he leaned back in his seat with a giant grin. "We have a test today, so you better focus. You haven't gotten anything below a 100%. Don't break the streak now."

"Haha, okay, I won't break it." I smile at him.

Indy handed the stacks of papers to Sarah to pass down like usual before going to his desk. I grab the stack taking one before passing the stack to Brandon. I take my quiz, looking over each question, underling important context clues in the question. I finish my test before anyone else and turn it into the basket. Dr. Jones grabbed my test and began to grade it. I see he didn't mark a single thing wrong before flipping to the front. He looked up at me and nodded, telling me I didn't miss a single question. I smile proudly at myself for continuing my streak and impressing him.

The bell rang, dismissing everyone, and I packed up my things, making them think I was leaving. Soon everyone left, and I was still slowly packing everything up, trying not to be suspicious. Indy went to the door, closing and locking it before pulling down the blinds. "Okay, come here." He rubs his hands together like a giddy schoolboy. I bounced over to where he was as he opened up his drawer, pulling out something wrapped in cloth. I couldn't believe my eyes as I saw what was under that cloth. "Indy! Is it really?" I look up at him, shocked, covering my mouth with my hand. "It is." He smiles down at me. "Cleopatra's jewels." I gasp as I run my finger over it. "Indy, where on earth did you find this?" I was still shocked as I looked at the neckpiece that still shined after all this time. "Would you believe it if I told you I found it in Libya?" He smirks.

"Grave robbers?" I look up at him.

"That's what I was thinking."

"This is amazing!" I look at it again with a giant smile on my face. I felt him stand next to me, shoulder to shoulder, as he looked at the emerald necklace. "Look at the craftsmanship." He points to how it still held the giant jewels. "It's so beautiful." I turn to him with a smile still plastered on my face. "Not as beautiful as you." He flirts.

"Oh, stop it." I nudge him playfully. I turned to him to see he looked at me with a flirtatious smirk. Indy puts the necklace back in its wrappings and then in a protective box. "Yeah, they want me to go to an excavation tomorrow, and I'll be gone for a week. I'll bring back something for you to see." So he tells me as he stands inches from me.

"You better." I smirk back up at him. He stared into my eyes as I looked back, not moving from where I stood. He looked down to my lips before looking back into my eyes, slowly inching forward. My heart began to race through my chest as I knew what was about to happen. I want to kiss him so badly, but what about my soulmate? I could feel his warm breath on my lips, causing me to inhale and stiffen. His lips soon met mine causing a jolt of electricity to shoot through me as my heart sped up. He pulled me closer to him while one hand was on the back of my head and the other on my waist. I kissed him back as butterflies filled my stomach, causing me to let out the breath I was holding. Our lips felt like puzzle pieces, made for each other to connect perfectly.

I did what he was doing and put my hand in his hair, pulling him closer to me. It was so wrong to kiss my professor, but it felt so right. I know he's not my soulmate; I would have seen the signs. He gripped me tighter as if he didn't want to let me go, as if this would be the last time I'd see him. What am I doing? What if my soulmate feels this right now? I couldn't feel him over the racing of my own heart and Indy's lips on mine. What if he can feel me making out with someone else? I pull back, hanging my head down in shame as I grip his shirt in my fist. "We can't do this. You're my professor, and you're not my soulmate. I like you, Indy, don't get me wrong. I feel guilty for cheating on my soulmate, and my first kiss isn't with him." I mumble lowly.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. I like you as well. First kiss? I'm your first kiss?" his eyebrows raised in shock.

"Yes, I was saving myself for my soulmate."

"That was too good to be your first kiss." He tells me as he still holds me in his arms. "Umm, I guess this is the end, isn't it?"

"I don't want to lose what we have; I enjoy staying late and seeing artifacts and talking to you."I explain to him softly.

"I enjoy that too." He mumbles.

"I'm sorry, but I just feel so guilty." I sigh, looking down in shame.

"I understand." He placed his finger under my chin, making me look into his eyes. "I'll still be here for you." He breaths. I couldn't control myself as I leaned up and kissed him one last time as a goodbye. Again, he tenderly kissed me, sending my heart into another flutter and chills down my spine. I pulled back this time and slowly opened my eyes to see him looking down at me with an emotionless expression. He brushed my hair behind my ear and then kissed my forehead. "I understand; nothing will change between us. Like this never happened." He breaths softly, looking into my eyes.

"Thank you."

"Of course, doll." He let go of me, backing up. "You should probably go home; it's getting late. I don't want you driving late at night."

"Alright." I nod my head In understanding. "Good luck on your trip, Come back in one piece."

"Of course, sweetheart." He gives me a toothless grin with a light chuckle. I know I hurt him by telling him I couldn't get closer to him. My heart wants to be close to him, but I can't when I know he's not my soulmate. If he were my soulmate, he would feel our connection and the little system we have in place. I wish I could control what my heart feels for this man; I wish I weren't head over heels for him. I grab my bag and then look over at him, smiling for him. "I'll see you next week, Indy."

"See you next week, sweetheart." He forced a smile for me. It broke my heart seeing him put on a front for me; I probably look the same. I unlock the door going into the empty hall, thinking about what happened. I kiss my hand to let my soulmate know I was thinking of him. I instantly felt a kiss back on my hand before kissing our soul mark. "I'm sorry," I mumble as I hold my hand wanting him to feel it.

*** I walk inside my little house tossing everything on my table while plopping down on the couch. What am I doing with my life? When am I going to meet this soulmate of mine? Is it really cheating if I see other people before meeting my soulmate? Of course, it is; I'm destined to be with him, and seeing other people is wrong. How can we have this connection where we can feel each other's feelings and touch? I've never heard anyone else have this connection. Are we the only ones? What happens when we meet? Will we lose our connection? I go into my bathroom and turn my shower on, waiting for it to warm up.

I undress, letting my clothes drop to a pile on the floor while I undo my hair. I kiss our mark as I pepper my arm with kisses, then gently trace it. I felt how relaxed he got by the steady pace of his heart. I run my fingers through my hair gently before Cupping my face. I let my hands travel to my shoulders before giving them a gentle massage. I want to please him and let him know I still care about him. This guilt was eating me alive, but I didn't want him to feel that. I travel to my neck and massage that for him before placing a kiss on our mark. I get into the shower letting the warm water relax my tense muscles and emotions. I'll be faithful to you, my soul, no more fooling around. I felt him trace the outline of my face causing me to smile. One day I'll meet you, my love.

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