#about that collection 'in my room' and how personal a teenagers bedroom can be. i think its sweet

[waratah-moon]

Gremlin

Four times Dustin was clueless, and the one time Lucas spelled it out for him. Shout out to @lfaewrites for proofreading & encouragement!

masterlist / read on ao3 < bonus smutty drabble posted there ;) I Think We’re Alone Now < smut add on

Pairing: dad!Eddie x mom!reader

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: Teen pregnancy (not elaborated on), cheerleader!reader, shitty parents, enemies to friends platonic!steddie Steal my writing and I will hex you

1. Eddie’s trailer

Eddie opened the door of his trailer and was very surprised to see Dustin Henderson on his doorstep.

Dustin didn't wait to be invited inside, pushing past a bewildered Eddie, “do you have my book report? I lost it after the last Hellfire meeting and I really don't want to rewrite it."

He'd never been inside Eddie's trailer before. It was slightly cluttered but in a homey-lived-in kind of way. The walls were lined with baseball caps, and a collection of novelty mugs hung above the couch.

“What, no hello? You need to work on your manners, Henderson.”

“Sorry,” Dustin looked around the living room, taking in an array of stuffed animals on one end of the couch and a pile of picture books on the coffee table. He wasn’t about to judge what Eddie Munson did in his spare time. “Nice place. Do you have my book report?”

"The one on Grapes of Wrath? I wondered who that belonged to. Let me find it," Eddie disappeared into what Dustin could only assume was his bedroom.

Dustin looked around the trailer, eyes landing on a couple of baby photos that he guessed were of Eddie. He stepped forward to get a closer look, but stopped when he felt something under his foot; it was a small toy that looked a lot like the Muppet Babies version of Fozzie Bear. Before he could investigate further, the phone rang.

Eddie came racing out of his room and breathlessly answered the phone. "Hello?" He waited for the person on the other end to respond, a smile crossing his face when they answered. “I mean, maybe. How difficult is it?” Eddie was grinning now and Dustin could swear he was twirling the phone cord like a teenage girl. “I think I can manage that. How did Gremlin do?”

Eddie's smile turned to a soft pout. He spotted Dustin out of the corner of his eye and turned away,  “I’ll see you soon, okay?” Dustin heard him mumble something into the receiver, but couldn't quite make out the words.

Once Eddie hung up the phone he walked into the kitchen and began fiddling with the knobs on the oven.

“Eddie?” Dustin raised his eyebrows as Eddie pulled a casserole dish out of the freezer and put it on the bench.

“Oh, shit. Your thing. Right. I think I know where it is. It got mixed up with the one shot we did last week,” he disappeared again, and Dustin thought he could see a glimpse of a floral patterned bedspread through the door of his room.

Eddie reappeared and handed him a few pieces of paper. "Thanks, man.” Dustin looked at the casserole dish on the bench. “So what’s for dinner?”

Suddenly, Eddie was herding him out of the trailer, “as much as I’d love for you to stay, I have a hot date.”

2. Family Video

Dustin was sitting behind the counter at family video, something Keith had adamantly stated was not allowed. Steve was the only one working, and he didn't care what Dustin did, just happy to have company during the slow part of his shift. Dustin had brought takeout from the diner up the road, only offering to share his fries when Steve had complained. "C'mon, dude, it's gonna stink of fast food in here."

The door jingled and Steve absentmindedly began his ‘welcome to Family Video’ spiel while twisting a Rubik’s cube, only stopping when he looked up at the woman who’d arrived at the counter.

“Real customer-focused service you’ve got here,” you smiled, hoisting the toddler you were holding higher up on your hip.

“Oh hey!” Steve grinned, ducking down so he was on eye level with the little girl, “how’s my favourite Cabbage Patch Kid doing?”

Cabbage Patch Kid? Dustin thought, pushing his food aside to watch the interaction.

The little girl smiled shyly, hiding her head of dark brown curls into the crook of your neck. 

You sighed, “Steve, I’ve told you before, stop insinuating my child looks like a Cabbage Patch Kid.”

“But she has the dimples,” he stood up straighter, poking his tongue out when the little girl showed her face, causing her to emit the world's cutest giggle.

“She gets those from her father, not Coleco,” you kissed your daughter's cheek, smoothing down her unruly hair. “Did Care Bears come in?”

“Sure did,” Steve pulled a tape from the counter below, scanning it.

“Great!” You looked around the store, eyes landing back on Steve. “Can you watch her for a sec while I grab a couple more?”

“‘Course!” Dustin watched as Steve held out his arms and you passed the toddler to him. The little girl’s hands instantly reached to pull for his hair while you darted off to the horror section.

“Not the hair,” Steve groaned, attempting to tilt his head backwards and away from the prying hands.

“Pretty,” the little girl mumbled, tugging a lock of Steve’s hair. Dustin stifled a laugh.

“Me? Why thank you, I think you’re very pretty too, the prettiest little Cabbage Patch Kid around,” he bumped his nose against the toddler’s, kissing her forehead. Dustin gagged. 

The scene was adorable, but it went against everything he thought he knew about Steve Harrington.

You'd found what you were looking for and arrived back at the counter, setting down two more tapes; A Nightmare on Elm Street and Splash.

“Interesting double feature,” Steve remarked, the toddler now clutching her arms tightly around his neck, refusing to let go.

“Date night,” you grinned sheepishly, holding out your arms to collect your daughter. Steve attempted to pry her off his neck, but she was clinging on for dear life.

"Seevie stay," she whined, tightening her grip on the man.

Steve scanned the tapes using his free hand, seemingly unfazed. “Oh, did you hear about Ethan Carroway?”

You dug around in your purse, finding the correct amount of money to pay for the tapes, “and Ivy Tech? I know! How dumb can you be?” You handed over cash.

“I mean, he seemed like the type though, right?” He put the tapes in a plastic bag, a bit of a challenge with only one hand but he managed, handing the bag across the counter to you.

You hummed in agreement. “Some people just don’t change. Others surprise you,” you smiled, taking in the sight of 'King Steve' Harrington pulling faces at your two year old. "C'mon Gremlin, let's get home and see if Dad taped Muppet Babies."

"Aminal?" Your daughter loosened her grip on Steve and looked at you.

"Yep," you held out your arms and she finally let Steve pass her back. You smiled at the man behind the counter. “Thanks Steve, I’ll see you later.”

"See ya," Steve called after you as you exited the store.

Dustin was gobsmacked, his mouth hanging open as he watched Steve go back to fiddling with the Rubik's cube on the counter.

"What the hell was that?" Steve jumped when Dustin spoke, seeming to have forgotten about the young teen's presence.

He managed to keep his cool, nonchalant tone, "what was what?"

"Were you just flirting with her?"

"What?!" Steve sounded offended. "With her? Of course not."

"She has a kid, Steve."

"I know," Steve had turned to look at Dustin now, leaning with his back against the register. "She has a boyfriend too. We went to high school together. She was a cheerleader, I was on the basketball team. We're friends."

"I didn't know you had other friends," Dustin cocked his eyebrow with a grin. He vaguely remembered his mom gossiping with Mrs. Wheeler about a cheerleader who got pregnant a few years ago.

Steve rolled his eyes, turning back to face the front door, "and you don't know as much about your friends as you think you do, Henderson."

Dustin frowned, "what's that supposed to mean?"

"Eat your burger."

3. Max’s trailer

Storm clouds hung over Hawkins, and rain had been attempting to sprinkle all morning. Riding their bikes all the way to the Forest Hill Trailer Park probably wasn't the smartest idea, but it was Dustin and Lucas's only mode of transport since Steve decided to pick up more shifts at Family Video.

They pulled up to Max’s trailer, the wheels of their bikes spitting up gravel as they skidded to a halt. Max had watched them ride up from the window, and she was already standing in the doorway when they reached the porch.

“What are you two doing here?”

“We were wondering if you wanted to see a movie, or go to the arcade," Lucas asked, he always sounded nervous talking to Max.

"Or do anything," Dustin added. "We're so bored." It was true. Mike was on his weekly phone call to El, and since the mall had burnt down the activities in Hawkins had become severely limited.

“I can’t," she had her headphones slung around the base of her neck, her trusty Walkman in her hand. "I’m babysitting.”

"Babysitting? Since when do you babysit?" Dustin peered over her shoulder inside the trailer, but Max moved to block his view. Over her shoulder he could see an animated movie playing on the TV, it looked like the Care Bears.

“Since we moved in here,” she shrugged.

“Huh?”

"I like her parents, they're cool, so I offered to look after Gremlin whenever they wanted some alone time. Plus her mom always brings over cookies. This time it’s peanut butter chocolate."

"You offered?"

"Is that so hard to believe?" She squinted, her tone accusatory.

"Kind of, yeah," Dustin said, groaning when Lucas elbowed him in the ribcage.

“What Dustin means is that you seem to have other interests that don’t coincide with babysitting.”

Max rolled her eyes, moving to put her headphones back on.

“Wait! Can we at least come in and hang out?”

“Nope. I’ve got other interests that don’t coincide with hanging out,” her smile didn’t reach her eyes as she shut the door in their faces.

Lucas sighed, but Dustin was already making his way to the trailer opposite Max’s.

“What are you doing?” Lucas watched, before quickly following after his friend.

“Eddie’s home, his van is out front.”

“And there's another car next to it, he has someone over," Lucas added, pointing at the red Ford Fairmont parked next to the van.

But Dustin was already knocking on the trailer door to listen to Lucas.

The door swung open, revealing a flushed and wild haired Eddie. His eyes were dark, and his tee-shirt was on inside out; when he took in that it was Dustin at the door, his expression turned from annoyed to pissed.

"Henderson? What the fuck are you doing here?"

"We were in the area," he started, turning to see that Lucas had not joined him on the porch but had stopped halfway between Eddie and Max's trailer. He continued, "do you want to hang out?"

"I'm a bit busy right now, dude," Eddie folded his arms across his chest, still glaring at Dustin.

"Do you have a girl over?" Dustin tried to peer into the trailer but only managed to spot a bowl of popcorn and a couple of VHS tapes on the coffee table.

Eddie rolled his eyes, "sure let's go with that. Are we done here?" He started to shut the door, but Dustin stuck his arm out.

"Wait! Who is it? Is it Shelley Keibler? She was totally flirting with you at lunch last week."

Eddie looked disgusted, "ugh, no, dude. She buys from me and she was flirting to get a discount; which I didn't give her, by the way."

"Then who?"

"Don't worry about it, Henderson. I’ll see you on Monday." He grinned and shut the door.

4. Hawkins High

Dustin thought Eddie was acting strange. He hadn’t said anything about Dustin’s ill timed visit when he saw him on Monday, and he hadn’t been in the cafeteria at lunch on Tuesday or Wednesday. Mike had sworn he’d seen Eddie in the library when he’d gone to get money off his sister. He seemed back to his old loud, rambunctious self on Thursday, but during Hellfire on Friday he was constantly watching the clock. When the clock struck 6pm, he was packing up, even though they were in the middle of a high tension fight.

“I’m sorry guys, I have places to be.”

“Where?”

“Oh, that little bar on the corner of nunya and business,” he grinned, stuffing his binders in his bag.

Dustin followed him out to the parking lot, expecting to watch him get in his van and drive off. Instead he was greeted with the same red Fairmont coupe that had been parked in front of his trailer. 

The following week proceeded much the same as the week prior, except this week Eddie cancelled Hellfire. And Eddie never cancelled Hellfire. The table erupted in disgruntled yelling when he broke the news over lunch on Friday, but he just sat back in silence, letting the members spit their disdain.

Dustin finally got a chance to speak with Eddie after school was let out, catching up to him in the parking lot as he was leaving.

“What’s going on? Why are you suddenly acting all weird?”

Eddie sighed, looking over at the red Ford that was parked next to Steve’s BMW. “You do know I have a life outside high school and Hellfire, right? I don’t only exist to further your quest, Henderson.”

“I know that-”

“I’ve been busy, alright? I’ve got some stuff going on.” He studied Dustin’s face, as if he was trying to figure out damage caused by a d20. “Look there’s a one shot I’ve been working on,” he grabbed a notebook out of his bag, ripped out a page, and scribbled something down before handing it to Dustin. “Come to this address tomorrow night, 7pm. Bring Wheeler and Sinclair.”

+1. Hellfire Club

Dustin, Mike, and Lucas weren’t sure where they were going, but surprisingly Steve did. In fact Steve hadn’t put up any kind of fight when Dustin asked if he could drive them somewhere for DnD. Sure he’d sighed, but that sigh was quickly followed by a shrug and a “sure.”

Steve pulled up in front of a small one story house, parking his car behind Gareth’s. Two cars were already in the driveway, a two-toned station wagon, and the red Ford Fairmont that seemed to be everywhere.

Eddie swung the door open, a grin on his face. “You’re here!” He glanced over the boys in front of him before his eyes landed on Steve. “Harrington?”

Steve held his hands up. “Don’t worry, I’m just dropping them off. Thought I’d say hi.” He pointed to the station wagon in the driveway. “Is that your new car?” Eddie nodded and Steve added, “a wagon. Very sensible.”

“I’ll have you know that’s a ‘74 AMC Matador. It has a V8 401 engine, 230 horsepower-”

“I’m going to stop you right there, I have no idea what any of that means.”

“You drive an E23. Dude, a 733i!”

“Doesn’t mean I know anything about it,” Steve shrugged. “Finally traded in the van for a family car, hey?”

Eddie rolled his eyes and turned into the house. “Babe, Harrington’s here,” he called out, before turning back to glare at Steve.

After a moment, you appeared behind Eddie, wiping your hands on a dish towel. “Steve, hey!” Dustin recognised you instantly as the woman from Family Video.

“Hey,” Steve smiled, giving you a little wave. “Wanted to see your new place.”

“Can you stay for a soda? I’ll give you the tour.”

Before Steve could move into the house, Dustin held his arm out to stop him. “Uh,” Dustin looked from you, to Steve, to Eddie, and finally to Mike and Lucas. “What’s going on?”

“Oh right! You guys haven’t met,” Eddie wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his side, and introduced you to the teens. “This is my girlfriend.”

Once the shock had worn off, Eddie had led the boys inside to the dining room table, where the older Hellfire members were already sitting. You lead Steve in the other direction, making good on your promise of a house tour.

“So this is your place?” Mike took in the surroundings; they were sitting in a dining room that was attached to a small kitchen. Various picture frames dotted the walls and a large potted plant sat next to the china cabinet.

“Yep, we moved in last weekend. The trailer was getting too crowded now that Gremlin’s decided to grow into a tiny human,” Mike had no idea what Eddie was talking about, but Eddie sounded horribly offended at the idea of Gremlin growing. “We’ve been planning the move for ages, but we finally had enough money to do it. Wayne seemed sad to see us go, but I think he’s happy to have the place to himself. Kind of annoying we lost Mayfield as a babysitter, though.”

Dustin seemed to have a faint inkling as to what Eddie was talking about, “I saw your girlfriend at Family Video a few weeks ago with her daughter.”

As if this was the craziest news in the world, Mike blurted out, “a kid?” His eyes darted around the room, finally taking in the several picture frames embedded with the image of a curly haired toddler.

“Yeah, Eddie’s girlfriend has a kid,” Dustin said casually, proud that he’d figured out this fact about his mentor before Mike. “It’s pretty cool you’re a stepdad.”

Eddie’s eyes widened, but Gareth, Jeff, and Grant just laughed. “Stepdad ? Henderson, no, no, no.”

Lucas shook his head, pointing to the closest picture frame; the little toddler was sitting on Eddie’s shoulders, her fingers gripping his dark brown curls, identical to her own unruly mess of hair. She looked like a mini version of him, both had mischief gleaming in their chocolate button eyes. “That’s obviously his kid.” 

Like a sign from above signifying the revelation, an egg timer went off in the kitchen.

Dustin choked on his soda. “You have a kid? How did that happen?”

Lucas whacked him on the back, attempting to stop his friend's spluttering. “How do you think it happened, dipshit?” It seemed to work.

“No,” the tips of Dustin’s ears turned pink, his voice still hoarse. “I meant-”

“You want the story,” Eddie grinned, and Gareth, Jeff, and Grant groaned. He leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped behind his head. “Settle in boys, for this is a tale for the ages.”

Gareth snorted, “What the hell are you talking about? Indie is the product of too much alcohol and an expired condom.”

“Excuse me, but Gremlin was born from an epic love story that crossed not only class barriers, but changed Hawkins society as we know it.”

Steve entered the dining room with a can of cola, you following close behind him. 

“Babe,” you rolled your eyes, having heard the conversation. You set a plate of pizza rolls down in front of the boys. “I think Gareth is a little closer to the truth. It wasn’t West Side Story .”

“You don’t think our story is romantic?”

“Our story? Sure. Teen pregnancy? Not so much.” Steve snorted.

Dustin had calmed down a bit, but he still had a lot of questions. “Wait, I’m confused. Steve said you were a cheerleader. How did you get with Eddie? You’re way out of his league.”

Surprisingly, Eddie didn’t look offended, instead he pulled you into his lap and tucked his chin over your shoulder, looking at the young teens. “You’re dead right, Henderson, she is way out of my league.” You scoffed, ready to disagree with him but he cut you off, “do you want to tell the story, babe?”

You adjusted yourself so you were sitting on Eddie’s thigh, his hands firmly gripping your waist. “My family moved to Hawkins at the start of my sophomore year. I didn’t really notice Eddie much that first year, he was a junior and we ran in very different circles.”

“I noticed her though. Straight away. Especially when she wore her cheer uniform-”

You flicked him on the shoulder, continuing with your story. “Anyway, school was out for the summer. Remember the heatwave in ‘83? I was driving down Millbrook and it was at least 100 degrees outside and the hood of my car started smoking. So I pulled over and began freaking out, because you know Millbrook, it’s all farmland and there’s no one around for miles.”

“But I just happened to be driving down Millbrook.”

“Yeah, Eddie was my knight in a Metallica cut off. He figured out what was wrong with my car, drove us to the auto shop, bought whatever it was that my car needed and fixed it for me.”

“It was super easy, she’d just run out of-”

You cut him off before he could begin to ramble about cars and the importance of checking the coolant level. “I bought him a milkshake to thank him and we’ve been together ever since.”

“And your kid?” Mike asked through a mouthful of pizza rolls.

“Gareth wasn’t far off. Pretty sure it happened after the homecoming dance that Eddie refused to attend. He snuck in my window when I got home with a bottle of peppermint schnapps and…” you drifted off, noticing the wide eyes at the table, as well as Steve's smirk. “I’ll spare you the details. Nine months later Indie was born.”

"Indie? Like Indiana?" Lucas asked, he wouldn’t admit it but the story was romantic.

"No, Indie like Indigo. Indigo Ripley Munson," Eddie said proudly, and you smiled. He'd snuck Ripley on the birth certificate before you could protest, but you had to admit your daughter couldn't ask for a better role model than the badass heroine from Alien.

It was as if her name summoned her. A bleary eyed toddler in pink footie pajamas entered the dining room, rubbing her eyes.

“Hi sweet pea,” you hoped off Eddie’s thigh, picking up your daughter and smoothing her hair. “Did we wake you?”

“Not tired,” she said, instantly contradicting herself by yawning. “Want Dadda to tell me a story,” she pushed away from you, reaching for Eddie. “With princesses.” 

As much as you wanted to be her favourite, it warmed your heart knowing how much she loved her Dad.

Eddie held out his arms to take her from you and she instantly snuggled against him. "Dad’s playing a game with his friends, do you want to listen? There’s no princesses but there are lots of monsters." She nodded, smiling. 

You knew it was futile to try and get her to go back to sleep now that Eddie had promised her a story. Knowing Eddie it would be a gory and violent story, but having sat in on many of Hellfire's campaigns, Indie was used to it. You thought it was creepy that she was enamoured with monsters, Eddie thought it was adorable.

You crouched down next to Eddie so you were on eye level with your daughter. "See those boys over there? That's Dustin, Lucas, and Mike. Do you want to say hi?"

She stuck out her bottom lip, contemplating the question before shaking her head. Dustin grinned, he liked this kid, she had spirit.

"How did you manage graduating with a kid? I mean Eddie obviously didn't," Mike said. The table went silent. Surprisingly, it was Steve that spoke up.

"He could have graduated, he just chose to put his family first, right Munson?"

Eddie looked at Steve and smiled. You stood up to glare at Mike, "Steve's right, Eddie should have graduated in '84, but he had different priorities that year."

Turning his attention to Mike, Eddie sighed, “My first senior year was when we found out about the pregnancy. My uncle got me a job working nights at the plant, so I slept through most of my morning classes. But the money was good and we were able to afford most of the stuff we needed for a new baby without asking for help. But I failed pretty much all my classes.”

You nodded. “My parents cut me off when they found out we were keeping the baby. They already hated that I was with Eddie and were looking for a reason to disown me; teen pregnancy was it. So aside from the secondhand stuff we got from the Holts’ and the Mitchells’, and that Wayne never made us pay rent, we did it pretty much all on our own. Eddie’s second senior year was also my senior year, but it was our first year with Indie too.”

“I didn’t want her skipping class, she’s too smart to not graduate. So I stayed home with Gremlin. Wayne helped out when he could, but I still managed to miss most of my classes.”

“But now, I have a job that lets us afford daycare and rent, and Eddie’s been working real hard at school. You know what they say, third times the charm.”

“This is my year, I can feel it.”

“Damn right, babe.” You leant down to kiss his cheek. “And Indie and I will be right there cheering you on when you cross that stage.”

It was all too much for Dustin to handle, hearing about this part of Eddie’s life; his girlfriend, his daughter, his connection to Steve. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. He was filled with a newfound desire to protect his friend; he had a family to think about after all, hell he’d traded in his ratty old van for a station wagon.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Dustin wasn’t sure if he felt more hurt or betrayed that Eddie had kept such a big part of his life a secret.

“I never hid it, Henderson, you just never asked.”

Dustin thought back to what Steve had said all those weeks ago, ‘you don't know as much about your friends as you think you do.’ He was right, Dustin didn’t know that much about Eddie. He knew he was in a band and liked metal music, but he hadn’t asked him much in the way of personal questions.

“I’m sorry Eddie, I-”

Eddie cut him off with a lazy grin, “Relax, Dustin, we’ve got the rest of the year right?” For some reason the use of his first name instantly put Dustin at ease. He let out a breath and smiled at Eddie. “Now are we playing?”

“And that’s our cue,” you nodded at Steve, leaving the boys and Indie to their game.

Later that night, after everyone had gone home and Indie was finally tucked up in bed, Eddie said something that surprised you.

“I think we should make Steve Indie’s godfather.”

“What? You’re not religious.”

“No, I know. I don’t mean it in the whole ‘teaching faith’ way. I just,” he ran his hand through his hair. “I know he’s important to you, and he loves Indie. If something was to happen to us, I know he’d take good care of her.”

“I think that’s a great idea, babe. Is this about what he said to Wheeler?”

Eddie’s cheeks flushed, he hadn’t wanted to admit that Steve’s approval had affected him. “Maybe.”

You grinned. Steve had been your friend for a long time, since you first moved to Hawkins. You’d known him through his douchebag phase, and you were his only friend from his high school days he’d kept in touch with since he’d mellowed out. But he and Eddie had never gotten along; Eddie was too loud and brash, and Steve still held an air of elitism that although he’d mostly gotten rid of, still reared its ugly head whenever Eddie was around. 

Today, though, the two of them somewhat made an attempt at a truce. “How about we invite him for lunch and ask him?”

Eddie groaned, “ugh, can’t you just ask him?”

“It was your idea!”

“Fine, we’ll do it together.”

Baby steps.

Okay okay... I would really appreciate feedback as I worked my ass off on this one. And guys... I was so nervous my mum read this... that's the first time she's read my writing since I was in high school. @a-lil-pr1ncess @livsters

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #dad!eddie munson #dad!eddie x mom!reader #eddie munson smut #maggie writes #Eddie Munson gremlinverse #dad!eddie

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For my own entertainment I wish the weird man to weird man mental communication in bnha was unhelpful, to the point it showed both Tomura and Deku the most useless but funny (maybe even the small and horrifying) memories they own.

I want to know the silly things. How lame Tomura was at first when he started playing video games. How many times Deku fell on his ass when he was training to control OFA. Want them to realize that they had the same favorite show when they were little kids. I want them to be the loser nerds they both are, for their feelings of inadequacy to mix 'til they can see their reflection in each other.

Mind sharing the big events is cool and all, but it's the little things that made them so similar, at least similar enough to understand where their paths changed along the way.

Deku gets glimpses of Tomura's teenage years and realizes he never ever talked to other people his age except from texting in videogame chats. You could say that Dabi and Toga were his first "friends" in around 15 years... Meanwhile, Tomura gets glimpses of how many times Deku was told to kill himself over the years 'cause he didn't have a quirk, how many times he went home rejected, forgotten, humiliated.

Kid Deku and teen Tomura watching the same All Might video in different pcs in different rooms and sitting on different chairs. Wondering why he was not enough to be saved / wondering when would it be his turn to save people and make them smile. Deku and Tomura walking the streets alone, one of them looking at the wonders of the world in the sky while the other keeps his eyes on the ground to mitigate the hatred of the world flowing in his veins. Deku and Tomura eating alone, researching alone, breaking down on a corner where no one can see it, because there's no one to listen to their burdens and no one to understand their hurt and no one who would see past the superficial, no one who would look at them and say "hey, this kid can do whatever he want to do in life, he was made for greatness!"

Kid Tomura playing with Nomus to not play alone. Kid Deku memorizing random facts in the hope to impress his peers, but they never talk to him. The last time Tomura was hugged at 5 years old. Deku in his almost-vigilante era, cold, lonely and tired of carrying the weight of the world in his shoulders at 17 years old. All the injuries Tomura got used to because he couldn't care less about the pain at that point in time. All the times Deku almost lost an arm trying to prove he belonged at UA with all the other future heroes. The anxiety of sitting in the backyard through the rain, watching how your family is dry and safe inside the house, not you; you have no place among them. The anxiety of a bedroom that no other kid visits, a collection of All Might toys to no one to play with, no one to share your joy or sadness, no one who cares 'bout you besides your mom.

I want them to share the little things, stupid and funny and joyful, depressing and heartbreaking. I want them to share all the moments no one else knows about— to peek behind the curtains that mark them as heroes and villains, but also behind the person they project to their friends and all the people on their side. Like I said before, I know that the big moments are important. It's just that for me, the details make it so much meaningful...

#bnha 414 #mha 414 #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #league of villains #lov #shigaraki tomura #tenko shimura #deku #midoriya izuku #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers

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Pride and Passion | 3

Chapter 3

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Three weeks.

You had counted the days and made a small scratch in the wall for every day that had passed. For three weeks no one, not even a single person, had spoken a word to you.

You were sure that this was Negan’s work and he probably instructed all of his people not to interact with you. After a week you had stopped leaving your room, Dwight brought you three meals a day and left without speaking a single word.

At first it was fine; you could be alone and Negan ignored you but after a week you imagined voices that clearly weren’t there. It was his voice.

A small knock signalized your food was there. You opened the door and stared and the plate on the floor: Chicken breast, peas and a dinner roll. The food at the Sanctuary was far better than in Alexandria. Back there you only had meat if Daryl went out hunting and would be successful- other than that there was canned goods. Most of all canned beans or fruits. It wasn’t the best but it was a source of energy and that was the only thing that mattered.

A few days ago, you heard Negan walking past your room, talking about visiting Alexandria to collect whatever they could’ve found. It worried you a lot. There wasn’t many places you hadn’t already searched; their possibilities were small to find goods for Negan that would satisfy him.

“If I’d be still alive, we would never be in this situation.”

“Shut up, you aren’t real…” you hissed to the voice inside your head.

Since his death he hadn’t ‘visited’ you that often, mostly in your dreams or on sleepless nights when you thought about that one fateful night. You had no choice. You had to kill him. But some days, like today, you heard him loud and clearly like he was standing right next to you.

He wasn’t. He was six feet under and would never come back. Since his death a lot changed, you changed. A lighthearted, naïve and playful teenager turned into a serious grown-up who barely remembered what happiness felt like.

18 years old when you kissed for the first time, 19 when you had sex in the forest and 20 when you blew his brain out. It was your first kill ever, beside walkers, and your last one ever since.

When your dad found his corpse and started sobbing you stood beside him, a hand on his shoulder, supporting him through his grieving process. You supported your mother who had a secret affair with him when she still believed her husband had died.

You were there for everyone who loved Shane, even though he was impulsive and stubborn, comforting them while you carried the weight of his death on your shoulders.

You never grieved openly for him. When the group buried him and everyone said some nice last words you just stood there, unable to form a sentence. Your dad gave you a hug, telling you how sorry he was. After the funeral you went in the forest for a walk and puked. You didn’t cry. Not once.

“Y/N! Open up, please.” You got up from your bed and opened the door, not sure if you were imagining it or not. Negan’s right hand, Simon, stood in front of you and gave you a polite smile. “Hi there. It’s your lucky day! Negan wants to see you and I brought a small present too.”

He handed over a simple black box with your name on it. You carefully opened it and realized that it was a dress and some high heels. That can’t be good… “What do I do with this?” you asked, obviously confused.

“You wear it.” Simon answered and looked down on his watch. “You get five minutes.” He closed the door for you and started tapping with his shoes against the floor.

The dress was way too short and tight, the shoes too high. You gave it your best shot but never walked in things like that, stumbling around while Simon supported and held your arm till you finally reached Negan’s bedroom. Simon knocked twice and you heard the approval to come in.

“My god, you look absolutely fucking fantastic, darling!” Negan’s smile widened when his eyes wandered from your body upwards your flustered face. “Don’t be shy doll, or did ya miss me in those three weeks?”

You rolled with our eyes and suddenly noticed another figure in the corner of your eye. Your head turned and stopped at a blonde woman, clothed in the same dress and shoes as you, but her face looked down as if she was staring at her feet.

“Ah, you noticed my beautiful angel?” Negan asked and brushed her long blonde hair back. “Don’t be fucking shy, babygirl, say hello to your new best friend.”

Amber’s eyes met yours and she gave you a quiet "Hello" and a small smile before she looked down again. “What the fuck are you doing with her? Why is she so scared?” The question lingered in your head since you entered the room but you realized that you had spoken it out loud. In front of Negan.

“My my…” Negan casually moved towards your persona and stopped a few inches in front of your face. “Calm the fuck down. I told ya that I hate violence towards women, so why the fuck would I hit my beautiful angel right there?”

“It was you who told me that punishment isn’t always physical.” You didn’t know where all the courage came from to speak to Negan like that, because Amber and Simon were also listening, but you had enough already.

This man wasn’t a god, even if he acted like one. He was just a stupid cult leader. In those three weeks of isolation, you may start losing your mind, hearing your dead boyfriend and talking to yourself, but you never forgot all the things you already went through. In order not to be scared of Negan you remembered the worst thing that you ever witnessed: Terminus.

Nothing was scarier than a bunch of crazy cannibals, trying to kill and eat your dad and friends, trying to rape the women so they would make them new babies and then kill the mothers. You had witnessed it. You would have been one of those women. If it wouldn’t have been for Carol and her brave intervention. So, screw Negan and his cult. Screw all the big bad wolves out there, trying to intimidate your group. You would take them all down.

“Good girl.” Negan whispered and then showed his signature smile. “Today’s a big day for ya, you gonna move, darling. Amber here will escort ya and show ya where all my beautiful wives reside.”

“Wives?” you blurted out. “Plural?” Negan didn’t answer, he just started laughing when Amber grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the room.

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[bridgyrose]

Oscar's Aunt noticed strange changes in him. He withdrew from her, began talking to himself when she wasn't looking, seemed to have a different aura around him. One day, much to her horror, he was just gone.

Aunt Em watched Oscar closely as he pitched hay, noticing a small change in how he moved. Instead of his usual struggling as the day went on, he almost seemed to have a renewed energy as if he had been doing this for decades instead of the few years he had been living on the farm ever since his parents died. Even his eyes seemed to hold a different look in them than they had the day before. “Oscar! Dont forget to brush the horses.” 

“Dont worry, I wont forget!” Oscar called out as he stabbed his pitchfork into the ground. 

Aunt Em smiled for a moment as she watched him, her smile fading as she watched him wipe his brow and walk into the barn. Over the last few days, it felt like he had been pulling away, changing in ways that she didnt understand. *Must be how teenagers are,* she thought to herself as she made her way back into the house. “He’ll be fine. Its all a phase and it’ll be over soon enough.” 

The next few days caused Aunt Em to worry more as she watched Oscar withdraw from her. No longer did he seem to smile with the same youthful innocence as he had before, his smile seeming forced as he continued his day. Even the way he held himself seemed to change, almost as if he was a different person. She slowly knocked on his bedroom door, her voice shaking slightly as she listened to Oscar shuffle around in his room. “Oscar? Is everything okay?” 

“I’m fine Aunty Em!” Oscar called back from behind the door. “I’m.. uh… I’m redecorating!” 

“May I come in?” 

“Sure.” 

Aunt Em stepped back a moment as the door swung open with Oscar standing in the doorway, hair more disheveled than usual. Then, she noticed the bookshelf behind him seemed a bit more out of place than normal. Books strewn about the room, a few open to pages of the different huntsmen academies across Remnant. Aunt Em relaxed a bit for a moment. “Wanting to train to be a huntsman?” 

“Yes. No.” Oscar moved to close the books and sighed as he put them back onto the bookshelf. “I want to see the world, but I dont think being a huntsman would be the way I want to do that.” 

Aunt Em nodded and picked up a book, closing it and putting it back onto the bookshelf where it belonged. “There are other ways to see the world too. I’m sure that we can scrape up the money to send you out to a scholar-” 

“I’m fine being here. Really. You need all the help you can get on the farm and I cant leave you to do all of this on your own.” 

“Then will you tell me what’s going on? You havent seemed like yourself over the last couple weeks and I’m worried you’re hiding something.” 

“I’m not hiding anything.” Oscar winced a bit and held his forehead, collecting himself for a moment as his eyes almost seemed to glow. “May I get some privacy?” 

Aunt Em nodded and left the bedroom, shutting the door and pausing for a moment as she heard Oscar’s voice. She pressed up against the door, listening to him mumble to himself. 

“I’m sure I saw a picture of that desk in a book before, so that doesnt mean that doesnt mean anything. Leave me alone and get out of my head!” 

Aunt Em knocked on the door, leaning in a bit. “Oscar? Are you sure you’re okay?” 

“I’m fine!” Oscar answered back. “I’m going to bed, I’ll start my chores in the morning.” 

Aunt Em looked at her watch, frowning a bit when she noticed it was only two in the afternoon. Though, she left her nephew alone, making her way downstairs to grab her scroll and thumbed through her contacts until she found the number she saved for her doctor. She made a quick call, tapping her foot as she waited for an answer.

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“I’ve set up an appointment for you with Doctor Hyde to see if we can deal with those headaches,” Aunt Em called out through the door. “We’ll need to leave first thing in the morning to make it to him.” 

Silence greeted her back as she waited for an answer, her foot tapping as she started to grow impatient. She opened up the door to peek in, her voice growing more firm. “Oscar-” 

Aunt Em paused as looked into the bedroom, her heart stopping as she looked at the empty bed and a note sitting on the nightstand. She slowly made her way over to read the note, her hands shaking as she lifted it. 

*I’m going to Mistral and I dont know when I’ll be back. All I can tell you is that it’s important that I do and I’ll write to you once I’m there. -Oscar* 

Aunt Em dropped the note and rushed out of the house, nearly tripping down the stairs. She threw open the farmhouse door, panting as she frantically looked around for any sign of Oscar. She ran around the farm, looking for any sign of where her nephew was and hoping to catch him. Minutes turned to hours as she made her way into the nearby village, asking around if anyone had seen Oscar. As the sun started to set and the stars filled the sky, she finally dropped onto a bench and sobbed, hoping Oscar would be okay.

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[zv5x]

My god I'm in ruin that scenario where Eddie catches u after u escape is TOOO CUUTE....and the fact that he gushes to his audience about us AAUUAAAUUEEEE TOO ADORWBLEEEE what kind of stuff does he tell his audience I wonder...I can imagine him saying stuff about how we like our drinks in the morning or specific brands of things we prefer over others...

"Special" Stream 💚 (Yan!Riddler : Scenero Headcanons)

This concept is so cute!!! Despite the actual horror of the situation lol tw // use of the yandere trope , violation of privacy , abusive relationships , stalking , gaslighting , forced normalization of a toxic environment

❓ Edwards followers will adore you almost as much as he does when he's done, and many of outside watchers were able to predict such a fact. The way he spoke of you, as if you were the most perfect and precious angel to ever grace this land. He held up photos of you with such a proud look gleaming against his glasses, only holding up one before his adoration of your image gets the best of you, and his followers are soon gifted with entire photo albums worth of your physical appearance. They're shown your most intimate moments, in your eyes, but still not the most intimate moments Edward holds in more private albums. Still, they're proudly and without hesitation shown images of you resting, eating, watching television, and Edward is right there to explain the date and time he took those photos, with his chat completely in awe of such a person. How pure must they be? To gain the love of someone like the Riddler? You must be special. You have to be, and so they looked upon his collection with almost as much love as him

❔ And of course, with his chat more than willing to listen, he proceeded to tell as many facts as he could manage to let out without stopping to breathe. Whatever obscure fact about you the chat wished to know your thoughts on Edward was willing to either speculate or completely tell the reality of which. One viewer sends a 10 dollar donation with a question about your general body type (in case they ever need to quickly pick you up), and Edward is quick to recite your exact measurements. Your favorite foods and drinks as well? Oh, he knows that like it's his own name. Giggling to himself as he explains your preferences, he and his viewers revel in just how detailed and special you were under a glance, and now they were the only ones who could truly appreciate you and who you were

❓ As Edward is more of a hopeless romantic at heart, the discussion quickly becomes more close to that of a teenager girl laying on her bed kicking her feet rather than the words of an officially recognized and widely feared terrorist. Though, Edward is far more worried about how he potrays you in this moment rather then how desperate and lovestruck he may appear. Thankfully, his chat doesn't seem to mind, and Edward watches with a warm chest as they all explode with heart emoticons as soon as another photo of you is displayed on the screen with a trembling, gloved hand

❔ If viewers are especially generous with donations one night, or one of them comes out in order to give him helpful information they found about you online (that he didn't already know, of course), Edward is quick to reward with a special stream of a continuous onlookers view of your own bedroom. It didn't take him too long to figure out how to directly stream what was happening from the view of the microphone and camera set that he placed in your bedroom, but when he did, he was finally able to show to his followers a whole new level to your purity, one they themselves couldn't even begin to imagine. Of course, Edward follows up with his own discussion stream, commenting on the various posters and figures you have displayed throughout your room, detailing how you found the franchises such merchandise depicts as well as photos of the inside view of your closet, which happened to be closed for that stream, much to his viewer's collective dismay

❓ The stream was a smash hit, so much so that it made its way to the news - before the police alerted you, or identified you even. It was sickening, but not in the way your stalkers saw it. They saw it as appreceating your beauty for what it was, and they'd much rather hear those cute sleeping noises you would always make instead of the sobs that were born from your paranoia and insomnia. Media officials were quick to bring you on television to give their "condolences" and to nationalize your dilemma, while Riddler and his followers were also quick to respond with their hatred of the media for doing what they believed was unrightful and clear exploitation of your image.

❔ When the cops eventually do find you, Riddler is quick to brodcast footage of them terrorizing you from inside your home, asking you "questions" and giving you their "support". It was sickening, to him and his followers at least. And if your safety from the rats of this city is promised, they're all fine with holding hostage a few little piggy offsprings, just to make sure they never step foot near you again.

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[dreamypqulson]

— sleepover shenanigans

requested by @harmoncoven: could you maybe write something about the coven deciding to have a sleepover and cordelia is trying to keep is sane, but it's very difficult when you have multiple teenage girls and fleetwood mac obsessed swamp witch on your hands.

pairing: ahs coven witches

a/n: i hope this is good! i feel like i’m so bad at writing more than two people at once😭

word count: 1400

The sun was beginning to set on the horizon, casting a dark overview on the academy. The living room was aglow with many candles and a couple of lamps. Cordelia, however, fearlessly walked through the dark hallways to make sure that each and every window and door was locked. She still got anxious over things like that.

She pattered back into the living room with her light steps where her girls had gathered. They were all collecting themselves under thick blankets on the couch. Misty made sure to save her girlfriend a spot right next to her, leaving such little room so she had to cuddle her. As if they wouldn't either way.

"I think we should watch a' Stevie concert," Misty suggested, shrugging her shoulders like everyone was going to agree with her. However, all at once, the girls attacked her.

"Absolutely not. Are you kidding me right now? Do you want me to bash my head against the tv? You're lucky I haven't smashed your goddamn record player," Madison said, voice sounded almost offended at Misty's suggestion.

“Madison!” Zoe exclaimed. She was working with Madison on her temper ever since the movie stars return from hell.

Misty say up and straightened her postured, converting herself into attack mode like a wild animal. "Ya know, I can bash ya-"

"Girls," Cordelia declared at once, voice louder than all in the room. She wasn't angry, but just puzzled as to why she agreed to this. They all slept in the same house anyways. Why did they need a sleepover. "Next person who argues is going straight to bed. In their own bedroom."

Madison rolled her eyes, huffing. Cordelia took her seat beside Misty, covering herself in the other half of the blanket that they shared. "Hi there, darlin," Misty says, and drapes an arm around Cordelia's body for her to snuggle closer. Her body language completely changing at the presence of her girlfriend. She can hear Madison pretending to gag in the background, but she doesn’t entirely care.

Eventually, they all settle on a movie. Considering the time of year, they decide to play a horror movie. Something that none of the girls are able to handle. Not even Cordelia, but she would never admit it. She has to be the strong one here.

Cordelia flicked her wrists and the room darkened, only lit with a few candles as the opening credits began to roll. Immediately, they all regretted their movie choice as adrenaline filled them up.

Throughout the movie, everyone learned that Madison had been the weakest one, yelping and jumping up out of the seat to the point that her blanket was completely flung across the room. And halfway through, they all eventually decided to turn it off.

"How about we play a game to get that out of our heads," Cordelia suggested, mostly to Madison who was still trembling. The others girl gave it their all not to laugh at Madison. They didn't want to ruin the night by starting another fight.

"Truth or dare!" Mallory pipped in. She didn't seemed too fazed by the movie. But she had also seen some shit in her life already.

They all sat in a small circle, "I'm going first. Truth or dare, swampy." Madison grinned at Misty. She was up to no good. All of them were aware, so the swamp witch picked the somewhat safest option. Truth.

"Is it true that Cordelia calls you-"

"Appropriate Madison! Please," The supreme cut in before Madison could even finish her sentence. She rolled her eyes but got an absolute kick out of Misty's flushed cheeks and sudden inability to keep eye contact with everyone.

"Fine. Is it true that you were in a relationship with one of your alligators before Cordy?" Cordelia's face fell into her hands, making a loud slapping sound. Madison was never going to get it right.

"Ha-Ha, Madi. Is it true that ya Zoe's little puppy?" Misty couldn't lie, she was very clingy with Cordelia herself. However, she knew that Madison had such a hard interior that it was extremely embarrassing for Madison.

Misty mouthed a quick 'sorry' to Zoe, but the brunette witch didn't seem to mind too much. She tried to talk Madison out of bullying Misty many times before, but it never seemed to work. However, they really did care about each other, even if Madison would never admit it.

"Moving on," Cordelia sighed. Just by Madison's glare at the swamp witch, she knew shit would go down if she didn't change the subject. "How about, Mallory, you go?"

Mallory; her precious child. She saw all of her girls as daughters -besides Misty- and loved them all equally. However, Mallory was the only one who seemed to never cause chaos.

"Sure! Truth or dare, Coco?"

The bright blonde witch sat up straight, beaming widely at being picked. "Dare!"

Mallory sat there momentarily, pondering, before she eventually came up with something, "I dare you to read out loud the last text you sent."

"Oh god Mal!" The calorie counting witch pulled out her phone and her entire face cringed. "Do you think Cordelia will notice that we are all high?"

“What?” Cordelia raised her eyebrows, voice echoing in the room that went quiet. “When was that,” she asked, trying to keep her composure.

“Two days ago…”

Cordelia pondered for a moment, going over her weeks schedule in her head. When she figured it out, her head slammed into her hand for what must’ve been the millionth time that night. “At our open house. You girls were high at our open house?!”

“You can’t get mad at us for something that already happened!”

“Wanna make a bet?”

“Okay, okay,” Misty said. She placed her hand on Cordelia’s thigh to calm her down. The supreme had rules, simple rules. She always let the girls do what they wanted, mostly. But they never seemed to follow her rules. “Let’s just move on, alright?”

The following hour consisted of their truth or dare game. Some things being revealed to Cordelia that her veins were practically popping out from, and others being dared to do things that they’ll regret in the morning.

Once the clock struck one, they all began to get tired. Of course, Cordelia got lucky enough to steal the couch as her bed for the night. The others girls got to sleep on a bunch of blankets together on the floor. However, Misty used Cordelia as her bed, per usual.

“Goodnight. Love you, honey,” Cordelia whispered, chucking at the grown woman cuddling atop of her. She kissed the top of her head, covered in big blonde curls.

“Love ya too, darlin.”

The girls on the floor, however, all cuddled close as the dark room had reminded them of the horror movie from earlier that night. The game may have distracted them, but didn’t make them forget.

“Goodnight girls, love you’s,” Cordelia tried to contain her laugh at the fact that powerful witches were terrified of a horror movie.

They all uttered their goodnights to Cordelia and each other, however, not one of them moving a single muscle to face who they had spoken to.

When Cordelia flicked her wrists, lights dimmed near to complete darkness besides the moonlight seeping through the curtains. Multiple patters of silence passed before a shuffling noise right outside the big window. Clearly an animal, most likely a squirrel by it’s speed and sound.

Nevertheless, the girls on the floor all gasped and rushed towards the couch. “What the fuck was that?” Madison asked. For once, she let her guard down and was clinging onto a scared Zoe for dear life.

“It was an animal,” Cordelia chuckled. Misty was halfway to sleep, unbothered by the situation.

“No! That could not have been an animal. Remember in the movie—” Zoe got cut short by her own and the other girls screams when they heard it once more.

They all jumped onto the couch, not caring that they were completely crushing Cordelia and Misty. In that moment, Cordelia now understood why Fiona never let them do fun things like this. Nevertheless, this wasn’t going to be the last sleepover. And she hated herself for her inability to say no to her girls.

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

3rd Life: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

You quickly escape the corner you're backed into and see Rossi exiting the bedroom. You quickly get behind him, and this action does not go unnoticed by him. Derek and Spencer exit the bedroom a second later to talk to Jack.

"This doesn't look much like a home. State-of-the-art security system, but the furniture looks rented. The walls are bare of any real art. The shelves are devoid of any family photos."

"The spyware wipes your computer file history daily," you speak up and avoid eye contact with Jack.

"What are you getting at, Agent?" Pat asks.

"In the recording, Katie said what you'd expect of any teenager about to die. She begged for her life. Lindsey did exactly the opposite."

"Which is what?" Jack asks, his face stoic.

You're scared of Jack, but you know he won't try anything with four other FBI agents in the house.

"Lindsey's emotional response and the words that she chose to say in a situation as violent as the one she faced strongly suggests--"

"Look," Rossi takes over, tired of how you're dancing around the subject. "Lindsey was either coached or she's experienced sexual abuse before."

"You son of a bitch!" This is the first time you're seeing any emotion come out of Jack. He lunges at Rossi to attack him, but Pat holds him back. "No! Let me go!"

Pat and Jack struggle, causing the back of Pat's shirt to rise. There is a gun stuffed between his back and his pants, and everyone on your team takes out your own guns to get them to calm down.

"Gun! Put your hands where I can see them, both of you! Do not move!" Derek yells.

Pat and Jack freeze and hold their hands up, scared one of you might actually shoot them. Jack goes back to his calm and collected facade while Pat does all the talking.

"Stop! Okay? Okay, just calm down. I'm gonna reach into my pocket, and I'm gonna take out a badge. Just calm down." He does so and retrieves a badge to show. "United States Marshal. Jack and Lindsey are under my authority."

"Which is what?"

"Witness protection."

This is something new, so you have to call Hotch down so he can decide on what to do. He will be over as soon as he can, and you're not going to do anything until he gets there. It takes him an hour to get to Jack's house, and you can sense the panic coming from Lori and Bruce who live across the street from Jack.

"What's going on?" Hotch asks when he finally arrives.

"Jack's been in witness protection for the last ten years. Must be really important."

"Why didn't you tell us immediately?"

"Because he's a state witness whose identity needs to be protected at all costs," Pat answers. "You know, Jack, this may not have anything to do with--"

"With what? His past?" Rossi interrupts.

"Jack, every person in this room, with the exception of him, is here for your daughter."

"If this does have anything to do with me, they'll be coming out of Boston. Irish-American. Two or more men," Jack sighs.

"Let's get them back to the station and keep them there until this is over," Hotch orders.

"Hey, you know, you have no idea who or what you're dealing with here."

"Then enlighten me or stay out of my way."

Pat is at a loss for words at how Hotch is treating him. You and Derek escort Pat and Jack out of their home where Lori and Bruce can see them clearly. Because of this, they are upset at the fact that Jack might have something to do with their daughter's death.

"He's under arrest?" Bruce asks, first confused then angry.

"No, he's not under arrest. Mr. Owen, please don't make this harder than it is," Emily begs.

"You're lying to me. Jack?"

"Mr. Owen, please calm down."

You can feel how anxious he is, and it's not helping you. You have to take a few deep breaths and let it pass over you instead of letting it settle in.

"Let go of me. What's going on? I want to know what he did to my Katie."

"Okay, first you need to calm down--"

"Don't tell me to calm down. Why are you arresting him?" Bruce demands.

"Sir, we're just asking him questions. That's it."

"Jack! If you had anything to do with this, I swear, I will kill you!" Bruce yells, causing Lori to start crying.

Jack does the smart thing and doesn't say anything to him. Him and Pat are taken to the police station, and once you know that Bruce has calmed down, you head to the police station yourself. There is an empty conference room that Jack and Pat are staying in, and that's where they are going to stay until the morning. You need them to stew for a bit before talking to them.

Right before dawn, Hotch grabs Penelope on the line and joins you and Rossi who are off to the side watching Jack and Pat.

"Garcia. I need you to check flights for the last seventy-two hours into San Diego, Orange County, and private airports as well. We're looking for one or two men, possibly Irish, out of Boston."

"Got it."

"Check motels, hotels, car rentals, and everything you can."

"I've interviewed hundreds of killers," Rossi says when Hotch hangs up on Penelope. "All types of crazy motives for doing what they did. They all share one thing in common. All of them. It's in their eyes. Until what they hold most precious is gone, and then they're lost. Just like the rest of us."

You leave Hotch and Rossi to talk to themselves to join Derek and Emily who have walked inside the room where Jack and Pat are. You've given them enough time to think about what they're going to say.

"Who do you work for?" Hotch asks Jack.

Looks like he followed you in as well.

"The Mccrelan Corporation from Boston."

"I love how you guys sell that. By 'corporation', you mean the mob, don't you?" Derek asks.

"No one's been able to get anything on them," Pat sighs, answering Derek's question.

"That's because they murdered anyone who was a threat to them, civilians and cops alike."

"Is that what you did, Jack?" you ask. "Did you eliminate the threat? Do those pills help the memories, or do they just hide the real Jack?"

"The only thing that keeps me alive is Lindsey," he says truthfully.

"What they did to Katie, do you think that was a message to you?"

"If it is, it's working."

"Do you recognize the method?"

"I didn't send messages. I just went straight to the source."

"In two weeks' time, the Mccrelan brothers will face trial," Pat reveals.

The door opens and detective Payton pops his head in.

"You were right. We just found something in an abandoned house."

"Lindsey?"

"Where, exactly?" Hotch ignores Jack.

"Here. On the outskirts of town."

"It's still in the comfort zone. It means the unsubs are local. Still here," you say knowing Payton was going to ask about it.

"Let's go," Hotch nods.

"Agent Hotchner. Whatever you find, I want to see her," Jack says.

You leave with the team to head to the place where the body was found. It's in an abandoned town, not just a house. There are a bunch of buildings to search through, but you already know which cluster of buildings is the one that holds the body. You can see the energy in and around the houses.

"What is it to the dump site, five miles?" Hotch guesses.

"Six point two miles south," Spencer corrects.

"Why? Why didn't they dump Katie's body on the other side of town and risk heading out on the open road while everyone was out looking for the girls?"

"Something forced them to move on. Let's search the houses."

You lead the group to the cluster of houses you know the most activity happened in. Almost immediately, you can smell the blood as soon as you enter the house. It's carpeted, but the floor reeks of blood.

"Katie's cell phone," Emily says when she locates the phone in the living room.

"Look at the footprints here. It's two different kinds. Could mean there are more than two unsubs. Jack did say there'd be two of them."

"There's cigarette butts everywhere. For professionals, this is a real mess."

There are multiple beer and liquor bottles with DNA on them, no doubt. In the other room is a belt that you believe was used to strangle Katie. This could very well be the place where Katie died. Too much energy is lingering behind for you to make a definitive decision about that.

"You'd think they'd just want to do the job and move on."

"They're sending a message. Why obliterate the ID and hide the body? Why not go straight to the source?"

"Garcia checked all the names against the ICE database and nothing. Katie and Lindsey may have left the movie theater of their own free will, but they sure didn't count on coming here."

"So, this has nothing to do with the mob?"

The blood trail leads outside on the back patio, and you follow it outside.

"Hey, guys, this blood trail goes all the way out the back here. Must have run out this way."

"Maybe it was Lindsey," Emily suggests.

"It's not Lindsey," you state. In front of you is a man lying on the ground who is close to dying. He is clutching his side as he struggles to get away. "There's a man here. Looks like a high school student. He got stabbed based on how he is moving. He's around here somewhere, I can feel it."

"Okay, spread out. Search the grounds and every house," Hotch orders.

You already know he is going to want you with him, so you use that victim and let him lead you to where he is. You enter the third house down from where the blood trail is, and see blood on the carpet. The trail leads upstairs, and you're the one to follow it. At the top of the stairs, just right into the right bedroom, is a dead body. You gasp and walk inside carefully as if the body will sit up and talk to you.

"Guys, the last house on the left, second floor. We've got something," Hotch says.

The rest of the team joins you inside the house, and you examine the body in front of you. It's the same person as you saw outside the other house. He must have tried to run away but came inside a house when he knew he was dying.

"He was stabbed three times," Hotch says after loosely examining him.

"Look at the scratch marks on his face. They're also on both of his arms, and his hand has a bite mark. These are all defensive wounds. At some point for him, things got out of hand and he wanted out. Whoever he was with wasn't about to let that happen."

"He makes a run for it and gets stabbed in the process. It's dark. They can't find him. They think he's gone to the police and they have to think fast, so they take katie and they dump her across town."

"To maintain some amount of control, they take Lindsey. This is one of our unsubs. We just need to find his friends," you finish.

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[ghoste-catte]

hi! I'm not sure if this is an odd question but do you ever experience anxiety when it comes to sharing your fics and if so, how do you deal with that? I used to enjoy writing but somehow I got stuck in a loop where I avoid sharing my works out of fear that others will judge what I create but this also keeps me from improving at all. I know content creators are generally told to not worry about making mistakes and that it's also part or the process but I find this is easier said than done.. (this makes me respect any kind of artist so much more tbh. like, I think the worst kind of pressure is the one you put onto yourself and idk how others deal with that?) anyways, thanks for reading, I'm a big fan of yours 🙏🥰

Not an odd question at all!

When I first started writing fic as an adult, I had horrible anxiety about it. I had written maybe 10 "fics" as a teenager, but they were all really short or something stupid I had written with friends. So when I dipped my toes back into fanfic in my 20s, I had to sit in complete isolation in my bedroom, with the door closed, with headphones in. Even though my wife knew I was writing fic, I absolutely could not have her in the room with me. When I first started, I was so mortified that I'd just write G and L if I was handwriting in a notebook, just in case someone inexplicably saw it.

For me, what helped me get over that escalating anxiety and actually post the damn thing was twofold:

I joined an event, where I had assigned prompts and an assigned posting date, so I felt a sense of external pressure and obligation to post.

I had been rolling Hanakotoba around in my head for literal years, and I really did want people to read it.

I do understand the feeling of vulnerability with taking the text and putting it out there for others. There's often, for me at least (still to this day!), a feeling of apprehension about people being able to know things about me based on my work. I overcome this generally by writing for events, prompts, and other people. It both ups the pressure to actually produce and post something and feels a bit less vulnerable: no, see, I wrote this for something; this isn't just my personal id on display.

So if your issue is the mortifying idea of being known, we're lucky to live in a time where you have a few options:

You can post your fic to the Anonymous collection on Ao3, so that no one ties it to you specifically.

You can pick a username that doesn't link to any of your other usernames and not link your socials to the fic, leaving it fully pseudonymous.

You can turn off comments, screen comments, or disallow comments from guest users on Ao3.

You can post the fic and orphan it (though this removes any control you have over the fic like being able to edit or delete it).

You can post the fic with minimal tags (just 'Creator Chose Not to Warn' and a fandom), to reduce the likelihood of it being seen.

Add a disclaimer (even one of those silly tags like 'No beta; we die like Neji') or something in the author's note to let potential readers know how you're feeling. Something like: "Hey, this is my first time posting a fic, so I'm really nervous! Encouragement is very welcome." (The one thing I wouldn't suggest doing is putting something like, "I know this sucks!" - that does genuinely turn people off from reading.)

If your concern is the publication of judgment, I don't think you have much to worry about there. Fandom has largely moved away from a concrit culture (where public posting was automatically assumed to be an invitation for people to critique your work, sometimes harshly). I rarely see people leave critical comments on fic. That's not to say I've never seen them, but they're easy enough to delete and just not respond to.

On the other hand, if you're just worried about internet randos thinking things about you in their head but not saying anything ... I hate to not have very good advice about this, but it really is just something you have to let go. Just like you can't control what anyone thinks of you in real life, you can't control how they think of you or your work online. Your work isn't gonna be for everyone, and that's okay! What matters is that you like it or want to share it.

One last thing: There's no shame in writing for yourself and not publishing. You don't need to publish to improve. If improvement is your goal, check out writing advice blogs, pick apart the stories you like to find the things that make them work for you, and read voraciously. It's practice that leads to improvement, not publication.

Sorry for the essay. I hope this is helpful!!

#answered #Anonymous

[ardn631-haydenmiddleton]

PHOTOGRAPHY RESEARCH PT.12

ADRIENNE SALINGER

Adrienne Salinger is an American photographer born in Los Angeles and she got her B.A at the university of Oregon. She is now a professor of photography at the University of New Mexico and she got most popular from her series ‘Teenagers in Their Bedrooms’ which is the series of images I will be looking into.

Adrienne Salinger met the teenagers in malls, restaurants, etc in the 90’s and they were ultimately strangers when she came into their rooms to take their picture. She ended up making 43 photos of different teens in their rooms, all different from one another. Adrienne chose the subject of teenagers because she was interested in capturing this quickly evolving time in someones life, in fact she is quoted saying “It’s almost the last moment they’ll be living with their parents, in rooms that contain all of their possessions.” This is also a reason as to why she chose the subject of their bedrooms because she believed it was a true and authentic insight into how that person is, a portrait of the mind and soul essentially. Another Adrienne Salinger quote is, “Our bedrooms tell stories about us. They become the repository for memories, desire and self-image.” I agree with this way of thinking a lot as my room has all my interests and collectables and Knick knacks that I possibly wouldn’t completely share with the rest of the world. The images are very visually interesting thanks to the cluttered nature that is a teenagers room, this was aided by Adrienne’s request for the kids to not change or clean their room in anyway, she wanted it to be as genuine to the real room they live in day to day as possible.

In a lot of the articles I read regarding Adrienne’s works there always seemed to be a jab taken at teenagers in this day in age versus teenagers back in the 90s but I think thats just a biased way of thinking as I believe if you did a series of work like this today there would be just as many interesting rooms to capture the souls and minds of this generation, its just that nostalgia fogs a lot of peoples views. This is probably also true for this series of work, I’m sure when it originally came out a lot of people would just see it as photos of peoples rooms which is a subject matter people might find boring or basic but looking back on images like this now a lot has changed feelings wise towards something like this. When time has passed this builds on the images because its like looking back at a time capsule for a generation not mixed up with perhaps the inauthenticity of what is portrayed in old coming of age movies. What we see here is something that truly represents what being a teen was like in the 90s and I think that is really awesome which is why I think it’s important to document these perhaps ‘mundane’ subjects here and now despite how they may seem to see how they can be enhanced with age and nostalgia.

[jovalencia]

hiii 10 12 19 21 26 31 43 44 47 oh dear i hope im remembering the right ones have fun <3

hiiii thank you🫶

10 - would you slaughter the rich?

without hesitation

12 - what kind of day is it?

you know when days don’t feel real? not in a particularly good or bad way. yeah I’m having one of those.

19 - imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

yes of course. will they look good? absolutely not but I can paint them yassss green from the sally hansen pride collection

21 - something you’ve kept since childhood?

I’ve kept a fuck ton of things from childhood because I have a um. really hard time getting rid of things. I’ve gotta work through that but I love had the same wooden frog displayed in my room for as long as I can remember. my hello kitty alarm clock too. my mom has every art project I’ve ever done still. I have teddy the teddy bear of course. and my baby blankets I still sleep with. lots more things I can’t remember but trust me there are Lots

26 - a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

I’m not really sure what this question is asking so I’m just gonna talk about a recent regret. I literally can’t stop thinking about the estate sale I went to recently and I saw one of those singing fish wall hanging things. okay it didn’t sing but it was a hanging fish on a plaque. and I’ve been wanting a singing one for years and it was only $2 but I didn’t pick it up and I was like “I’ll get it on the way out” but on the way out it was GONE very sad

31 - what type of music keeps you grounded?

there’s really no specific type of music but generally I think it’s just. songs that remind me so much of a specific moment in my life. like hey mickey by baby tate reminds me so much of reading the secret history in the science building and moneytalks reminds me of sophomore year ap european history class and house of memories by panic reminds me of sitting on my bedroom floor and talking with one of my oldest and best friends and fire in the twilight reminds me of driving back from my choir trip. yeah idk

43 - what’s your take on spicy foods?

I mean. I’m white. like very white (is a quarter mexican). and I really don’t like spicy food. I can’t stand much spice to begin with but even little takes away from the food for  me

44 - you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

my roommate I know you’re not supposed to say this but when I blew out my birthday candles I wished she would die

47 - what was the last message you sent?

“$25” to my mom :)

cactus - something you’re currently learning (about)?

I wouldn’t say I’m learning About anything right now I think I’m mostly just learning how to be a person

chia - what’s an inside joke you have with someone else?

my mom sister and I have had a running joke for like. man it’s gotta be ten years at this point. one time we were in a gift shop in some tourist town and there was a sign on a fountain thing that said “do not tough” instead of “do not touch” and now whenever we say tough instead of touch. funny? well, no but it’s been going on for so long we can’t stop it

edelweiss - how’d you think of your url/username? what’s it associated with to you?

jo!!!! when I first watched skam cris was my fav character and she really resonated with me then I watched skam austin and i thought jo was hysterical like she’s one of my fav characters ever. weird teenage girls just act like that

camellia - what were you like when you were younger? do you think you’ve changed a lot?

well when I was a really little kid I was stubborn as hell like I quit swim lessons because I didn’t like being told what to do. in mid to late middle school I was a cuuuuunt and not in a fun way. I was just a dick and I loved picking fights with authority figures because I didn’t respect them. and honestly it was deserved they sucked. I had an era in the middle where I was like Very innocent and sweet. and sensitive I have  a lot of memories of crying in public and at school. but all throughout all of that I was such a loser. not in a bad way. I have a whole journal entry about this that I wrote in december but I would say I’ve changed a lot but also not at all. like I look back and I don’t recognize myself but that the same time it’s still Me and I only know how different I am because I know what I’m thinking and the intentions behind what I’m saying and doing and can’t only judge the actions and words itself. it’s complicated. and this isn’t me just making fun of my younger self I love her she is me I am her etc

aloe vera - what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?

#abby💌 #I fucked it up now they’re combined into one

[readingtoescapethisworld]

Becoming Heroes Chapter 1

~Rory~

For anyone, the first day of school can be a nerve-racking experience. For me, however, I rarely got scared. I guess that must be the trauma though. When you're forced to face a world of darkness so young, I suppose you learn to adapt.

When I was eleven years old I lived through one of the darkest moments a child could ever witness, their own mother's death. Watching her die seemed to put some things into perspective for me. I learned to live every day as my last. I learned to always say what I feel and what I mean. I learned not to obsess and worry about situations that are out of my control, a concept most teenagers could learn.

I didn't fear the worst scenarios because I had already faced the worst thing that could ever happen to me and my family. It didn't seem like anything could ever be that bad compared to that day.

"Are you ready yet?" My older brother, Atlas asked as he peeked around my bedroom door.

"Knock much?" Atlas, as always rolled his eyes at me. I wasn't much of a morning person and everyone knew it, he especially was used to this routine.

"Hurry up. Dad won't let me leave without you. He thinks you'll get lost." It was then my turn to roll my eyes at the boy. Our father, although loving, was also too overprotective for his own good. He didn't learn to not worry about what was out of his control when my mother died. In fact, he was taught the opposite, he feared and worried about my siblings and me every time we left our small apartment in Queens.

I threw my backpack over my shoulder and headed out of my room, with Atlas following close behind me. I knew that my dad had asked Atlas to look out for me at school. I wasn't the type of person that needed protection, but I was declared the hothead of the family. I knew how to get myself in trouble without trying to. Trouble seemed to follow me wherever I went.

"Lunches!" Dad screamed as Atlas and I almost left without our lunch. We turned around, only to be faced with brown paper bags full of food being tossed in our direction. Atlas's lunch fell to the floor, the contents spilling everywhere. I, however, caught my lunch with ease which wasn't a surprise to the family.

"You have to stop throwing stuff at him," I stated before bending over to help Atlas collect his lunch. Dad just shrugged and went back to making breakfast for the youngest of the bunch, Allison.

"Where are you going?" Allison asked.

"School." I sassed. Ally rolled her eyes and grabbed the camera off the kitchen counter.

"Picture." She sassed back.

"Do we have to?" Atlas whined.

"Mom always took our picture on the first day of school." Ally reminded. I felt a slight pain in my heart at the mention of mom, and by the look on my dad's face, he felt it too. Ally was the most like our mom out of all of us. She also was the glue that held the family together. Although young, she made sure the family traditions that our mom started never went away.

Ally handed the camera to dad and stood in front of Atlas and me. Atlas and Ally smiled as always, but I couldn't help but stick my tongue out. "I swear if you ruin another family photo." Ally spat whipping back to look at me, she knew me all too well. Ally used to find my antics funny when she was little, but without mom there, there was no one to make sure everything went perfect. Ally should have never taken on that role in the family, but it was too late. I just wanted my baby sister to be a kid again, but I also knew that it was too late for any of us to go back to how we once were.

"Fine, sorry. One more photo." We took another photo and I made sure to smile this time. I just wanted Ally to be happy. Dad had a pained look on his face, the one that told me he was thinking about mom again. I wished I could help him, but he just didn't talk about her anymore. It made him too sad. I knew the three of us reminded him so much of mom, and it killed him every day, but he just kept pushing on for us.

"Love you!" Dad screamed as the two of us left the apartment. When we got to the lobby of the apartment complex, there was my best friend waiting.

"Harry!" I screamed as I ran to my tall friend. I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a tight embrace.

"Let's go!" Atlas snapped. I knew he wasn't fond of Harry, but he also had similar overprotective tendencies that our dad had.

"Just go! We can get there on our own." I told him. Atlas looked hesitant to leave. I knew he didn't like it when I was alone with Harry, and I guess I didn't blame him. Atlas rolled his eyes and finally left the two of us. I knew he just couldn't stand to be around Harry Osborn, the boy's presence annoyed Atlas to no end. "How excited are you for today?"

"It's just school." Harry laughed.

"This isn't just school," I told him with a laugh. I was far too hopeful about how high school was going to go, but I just couldn't help it. Something good had to happen for once, right? "This is our time! This is where we meet our first loves, make our best friends, and find out who we want to be, Harry."

"Luckily for me, I've already met my first and only love." Harry teased. I couldn't help but roll my blue eyes at my friend. He was always very flirtatious and was known for attempting to get with any girl that moved, and in his defense, it often worked.

"Oh yeah? Lucky her."

"Seriously Ror when are you going to let me take you on our first date?" He asked. I couldn't help but laugh at the thought. A small part of me did always secretly hope that Harry Osborn thought of me in that way, but I knew I could never let him know that. It would give him too much power over me.

"Hmm tell you what; when I meet Iron Man you can take me on a date." Harry stopped as if he was deep in thought as I strutted ahead of him, a smirk clear on my face.

"You know I can make that happen right!" He exclaimed before rushing back to my side. Harry and his mother had more money than anyone ever needed. I thought Harry needed some guidance in life. His father died when he was young, and his mother was barely around to care for the boy.

I hoped Harry would be able to get that guidance that I knew he craved from my father or even my brother, but his constant flirting got him banned from my apartment. My dad declared that he didn't care for Harry and that he didn't want me to be alone with him. This was a rule that was often broken, however.

"You can't be serious."

"I am. I will get Iron Man to meet you if you agree to a date." I could tell that he was being serious, but honestly, If you need to bribe someone in that way it just wasn't the same. I didn't understand why he was always so quick to throw money at everything.

"Gwen!" I yelled as I ran up to my friend Gwen Stacy. I felt as though I had been saved from the conversation by my bubbly brunette friend standing on the steps of Midtown High. Gwen had promised to wait for Harry and me to get to school before heading in.

"Rory!" The girl screamed back. We quickly hugged as if we hadn't seen each other all summer, even though we went shopping together to pick out our back-to-school outfits yesterday.

I went simple as always, I bought a new pair of dark blue high-waisted jeans with tears covering my legs and a black crop top. I, of course, pulled the outfit together with my classic red leather jacket, the one my aunt had given me on my fifteenth birthday. I also threw on a pair of beat-up black converse that I wore everywhere.

Gwen, as always went all out. New shoes, a dress that fit her perfectly, a nice gray cardigan, and the gold jewelry she borrowed from her mom. We seemed like polar opposites, but Gwen understood me better than anyone.

I looked over, just in time to see Peter Parker walking past us, his best friend Ned on his left. Peter looked up and made eye contact for a split second. It felt as though my heart stopped in its tracks. I looked back at Gwen who was talking about the new bracelet her mom gave her, but I couldn't focus; not when I knew Peter Parker was still looking. It felt as though he was burning a hole in the side of my head with his gaze.

Peter Parker had been through his own form of hell over the years. When his parents died, he clung to me, I was his best friend and I did my best to help him through those hard times. Peter tried so hard to be that same support system for me when my mother died, but I couldn't help but push him away. Peter often tried asking me about what happened, he didn't seem to understand where we went wrong.

The whole situation between Peter and I was awkward. I was thankful for Harry, anytime Peter got close enough to ask, Harry, shut down the conversation for me. I don't think Harry actually understood why I didn't want Peter around, but he didn't seem to care. He was always happy to keep boys away from me. All I could hope for was a lack of drama this year. Unfortunately, that was too hopeful of a wish.

#peterparker #spiderman #spidermanhomecoming #tomholland #marvel #avenger #avengers #spidermannowayhome #spidermanfarfromhome #harryosborn #gwenstacy #ironman #avengerscivilwar #captainamerica #civilwar

[townsendppnchaney]

Top ten Garden Rooms intended for Grown Ups

Enough concerning the children and their needs. Forget the elderlies for any second. Never mind https://www.traffordgardenrooms.uk/ and the favours owed. What about you? I've compiled a few ideas for garden studio purposes of the grown episodes, without apology regarding selfishness, to comply with my garden room ideas for expanding teenagers. Meditation. The thing I cannot find, during a big and spaceous property, is quiet on your own time. That incredibly elusive peace can very best be traced to be able to the garden studio where the natural detachment serves this purpose perfectly. So whether you pick to use your current space for typically the practise of zazen sitting whilst you contemplate those four commendable truths, or maybe quiet time, that hard-to-find element has been found. Groups. As soon as set up, garden bedrooms can be a prefect place for hosting gatherings. Friends, colleagues or aquaintances can come together within this new clear space plus enjoy each others' company and suggestions. Money makers. A warm, inviting in addition to valuable space, garden rooms can be sublet for events, meetings, parties or used as office space, controlled by arrangement. We have encounter some home owners who choose to live in theirs and rent out there the rooms within their houses! Relaxation. Reduce your tension levels and really transform your vitality by simply having a focused place to relax. Furnished and adapted to match your personal requirements, this garden studio will be the highlight associated with your property. Cooking area and entertainment suite. There's no reasons why you can't mount a small potty and bar with regard to the ideal get together pad. Now whenever friends appear, the barbeque is constantly ready and will be certainly no have to holiday up and along the garden in order to the loo. Inside winter months, forget the deck and rest in the cozy interior for typically the evening before tugging out the sofabed and wishing these potential customers a good evening sleep. Fitness. No need for expensive gym memberships when you are able utilize your very own bespoke designed gym inside your rear garden. Which has a built-in sauna and bath suite the work out area is still spaceous enough for 2 sychronizeds workouts throughout the gear. Home working. This makes sense in order to make savings in time, money and even carbon output when you might. Working from residence is one regarding the easiest ways to do all three and garden offices can be produced to accommodate the needs and show up smart and qualified to visitors also. Storage. Despite the high price regarding garden rooms, the majority are requested as store-rooms. Simply delightful spots where home owners can spread out and about their avid collections of memorabilia plus really enjoy all of them. Teenage dens. Coping with teenagers is transitive and that's just as well. For anyone difficult years, it can be a blessing to include a garden room to retreat to - whether a person use it yourself or allow these people to, that's your call. Relationships. That can be difficult and expensive in order to have a function together with your partner nowadays, especially if daycare is necessary. How concerning a night in instead? Taking benefit of the seclusion and privacy regarding garden rooms in order to spend time using a loved one... what a nice thought!

#Garden Building

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #002

(from the 26th)

Are you CPR certified? I'm not. What genre is your favorite movie? Is "family" a type of movie?? Idk, TLK's generally a kids movie that's good for everyone to watch. The Meerkats is a documentary. Who was the last person you were in a car with? My mom. Do you like the picture on your license/I.D. card? holy mother of sacred god no. When was the last time somebody hit on you? The boyfriend was being a flirt the other day. Which one of your friends do you feel most comfortable around? My only "friend" that I ever actually see is Girt, and I am extremely comfortable with him. Who did you last spoon with? My boyfriend. Have you ever had surgery or stitches? Two surgeries as well as stitches twice; I fainted in the bathroom once and landed directly on my chin, and the wound needed them. My cyst surgery point of entry was sealed with stitches, too. Do you own any clothing that has animal print? No. Are you in high school? Way past that. Have you ever written a song? lmao I sure did as a kid... to the Nintendogs theme, I shit you the fuck not. Do you ever feel numb? Yes. Depression for so long will do that to you. Do you prefer being inside or outside? I get more out of being outside in the right weather, but a very high majority of the time, I'd rather be inside. When did you last use a lighter or matches? Gaaaah I'm blanking. Do you think the ocean needs more exploring? Well of course! The immensity of the potential of what could be found knows no bounds. Never stop learning. Is there a past relationship/friendship you miss? Friendships, yes. I will always miss Megan above all. Do you like mangoes? It's quite strange, actually: I don't like the fruit itself bc texture, but I LOVE mango-flavored foods. Last song you listened to? ... I picked a bad time to start a new survey asldkjfakwlejfr I swear I listen to like three other songs that aren't "Zick Zack." Did you use Vine when it existed? I loved watching compilation vids, but I never had an account myself to browse. What decorations do you have in your bedroom? Oh wow, a whole lot. My room looks very much like a teenager's, imo. Stuff I like just everywhere to make it all homey. Who is a celebrity you'd like to hang out with? LKJAKLSJDLFAWE Oliver Riedel PLEASE this man likes photography and is quiet and reclusive and shy and shit and like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, SAME HUNNY WYA idfc if he could literally be my dad I repeat WWWWWWWWWWWYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA How many amusement parks have you visited? Two, I think...? Disney and SeaWorld. Do you prefer chewy or crunchy textures more? Chewy. What last broke your heart? The fucking Supreme Court. Are there any events coming up you're looking forward to? Ummm I don't think so. What's the most random collection you've had or known someone to have? Can't say I'm sure. What's your go-to Chinese food order? I only ever get pork fried rice and usually an egg roll. What is something you're naturally good at? I hope this doesn't come across in a snobby, praising-myself sort of way, but caring about people is definitely an answer. I just always do; there're ways to make me not care, yes, but you generally have to be absolutely and utterly fucking appalling for me to manage not giving a shit about you. What flower did you last see? Ma got Ashley some sunflowers for her birthday the other day. How many plants do you have? Zero. Not my hobby. Are you currently nervous about something? bro I'm nervous for this whole country lmao When did you last get a new phone? It' s been a while. I need a new one. Have you ever attended a Pride parade? No, but I would absolutely love to one day when I can walk like a normal person. And not respond so incredibly violently to heat. My hyperhidrosis literally explodes at like barely 70* and it's just. A bad, bad time. What do you currently want? I was just messing with my hair, so there's a non-typical answer: my hair trimmed and DYEDDDDDDDDD. What last gave you adrenaline? Idk, not something I experience a lot. Have you ever played pool? Yep; we used to have this stacking game table growing up, and our favorite was pool. What time did you go to sleep last night? I knocked the fuck out at... what, 4 PM? Didn't wake up 'til 5 in the morning and even went back to sleep. I need to fucking watch this hypomania shit so that incident doesn't re-occur. I deadass thought I was working towards a seizure when I got in that bed and started spasming. What did you last use a knife for? Waffles. Can you do a proper push up? Absolutely not. Are you rebellious? I never really was, nah. What is something that makes you feel alive? Riding passenger with Mom and me controlling the music, specifically a new song I'm hooked on, loud and with the windows down. It is still so strange to me how that's one of my favorite things to do all the while being terrified of the road. Are you currently comfortable? I'm fine right now. I'm typically dealing with edema lately because of the 180 switch from not wanting to leave the bed to never wanting to be in it, but I slept so long yesterday/last night that my ankles and feet are okay today. Are you usually on time for things or late? On time. What is your favorite word? I like calming words like serendipity, tranquility, and... dude I feel like my ACTUAL favorite word is evading me, pls brain Do you ever make music playlists of songs to fit your mood? Ha, funny you ask; I'm currently working on a big ol' project of getting rid of the iPod I have had and actively used since I started MIDDLE SCHOOL, and I'll probably end up doing that after I transfer all the songs I want to keep onto Spotify. Like that iPod is a fucking fossil, and I would be L I V I D if it stopped working and boom, like ~1.1k songs gone that needed replacing. I gotta get with the times on this matter, haha. What is something you have 0 tolerance for? Abuse in any shape or way. Unless you are defending yourself, you don't fucking hurt another person, physically or mentally. Keep your goddamn hands and your angry tongue to yourself. Have you ever picked a lock? Uh, good question. Have you ever attended a protest? No, but I actually REALLY want to go to one after the overturn of Roe v. Wade. I couldn't stand long, no, but whatever, I'll sit my fat ass there with a sign I hope slaps pro-lifers across their rotten faces without me even touching them. I'd just obviously need a ride there, and I don't really think Mom would be willing to drive all the way there, and I KNOW she would worry about it getting violent and me getting hurt. Have a best friend? If you don't count my boyfriend, I really don't. Mazzy and Tez are absolutely my closest friends, though. Does it bother you when your best friend does stuff without you? No, he's allowed to have a life that doesn't always involve me. Do you keep any secrets from your best friend? Nope. He knows my biggest now and it was completely nbd, so it's safe to say our trust is fully functioning. There are things I wouldn't just randomly share with him, but if he asked, I think I'd tell the truth with anything. Is there a secret you’ve never told your parents? More than one. What would you name your future son? Damien Vance, then whatever last name. Do you consider yourself a nature person? Well, it depends on how you look at it. I adore looking at nature, but experiencing it is a challenge for me to enjoy because I get hot SO fucking easily and pour sweat because of hyperhidrosis, cannot walk far at all without feeling like my knees might crumple, and I am TERRIFIED of ticks. Idealistically, I'm a nature person, but in practice, eh. What kind of collection would you like to start? It's fuckin RAMMSTEIN MERCH TIME bby. What helps you take your mind off your problems? Girt, more than anything. When I'm with him, my worries and stuff kinda just drift into the background. I can focus on the moment and be very grateful for it. Do you prefer to live alone or live in a family? I HAVE to live with someone. I would be way, way too lonely and depressed on my own. What states have you visited, that you remember? Excluding the places I only went through, I've been to New York, Florida, Ohio, Virginia, Tennessee, and Illinois. What countries have you visited? I've never left the USA, for the love of god please get me out of this dumpster fire. What countries do you want to visit? South Africa and Germany top the list, but I also think Ireland, Bali, Japan, and Egypt would be cool. What states would you most like to visit? Wyoming is #1 to spread Teddy's ashes in Yellowstone and also meet up with Mazzy and Tez!!! :') I'm also quite interested in going to Wisconsin to visit the Snake Discovery facility and hopefully meet Ed and Emily. Then there's California, just because A LOT is there, but it's not immensely important to me. I have some interest in seeing Michigan too, and all the photographs I've seen of Utah in particular blow my fucking mind. OH, almost forgot: Arizona! Seeing the Grand Canyon would be absolutely, positively magical, like for some reason I feel like I would cry there. Arizona also has wild tarantulas, so that'd be amazing to see!!! :') What are five careers you’ve considered? Paleontologist, vet, movie director, game designer, photographer. What’s your latest discovery? I was actually researching sleep the other day in response to my hypomania and learned some VERY interesting things, such as lack of sleep actually cannot kill you (unless it is related to a couple medical conditions) and it doesn't do as much harm as you would think. It was fascinating. Aaaand then the day after I pass the fuck out in bed twitching and spasming because I was so exhausted lmao Google please What do you wish your hair looked like? I'm very happy with its current style (but it really needs to be trimmed atm), but damn, it needs color. :( I've really been craving that lilac color lately. Which family member has your exact smile? Uh, I don't know. I have a very prominent dimple on my left cheek when I smile, and I do believe Mom has said her dad had them, too. I don't think anyone else in my immediate family does. Do you still feel anything for the first person you fell in love with? Do I feel romantic love? No. But I will always, always care, to the day I die. Hell, quite honestly, I think in the heat of the moment, I might still jump in front of a bullet for him. What’s one thing you’re behind on? "Being an adult." <<<< WOW mood lmao How old were you the first time you encountered God? Oh, dear. Look at this world and tell me where the fuck he is, 'cuz I sure don't know. Have you ever hallucinated? Yes, actually twice now, I think. I did towards the end of middle school when I was homebound and coming off a certain medication; I would see shadows moving. And then literally two days ago, deep into my sleep deprivation, I think twice I experienced thinking I saw something move in the corner of my eye, but not like a shadow; I don't know how to describe this one. Who is the best looking male celebrity, in your opinion? Even though I'm in a big ol' Ollie phase rn, Mark Fischbach still reigns supreme here, haha. How many subscribers do you have on YouTube? I wanna say around 70? I know because I looked at my channel the other day for something. If you’d like to share, what is your screenname on Instagram? I have two for varying sorts of photography: brittanymphotography and eldritch_obscura. Do you use Snapchat? No. Are you a fast texter? Noooo. I make typos a whole lot. ESPECIALLY with my tremors being so bad lately. Would you rather text or call? Still text lmao, fuck talking on the phone. Do you know anyone who has everything handed to them? I'm sure I do. Would you ever want to be a famous YouTuber? In my "what the fuck do I do to make money" desperation, I've considered being one of those PetTubers, but nah, it's not realistic for me. Do you know anyone who’s colorblind? My ex's older brother was colorblind to I want to say red and blue.

#survey #surveys

[filmnoirsbian]

Reblogging things on here like im 15 and tenderly cutting pictures out of magazines and taping them to my bedroom walls alongside movie ticket stubs and notes passed in class and photos and paint sample cards from lowe's

#tcp #i have no pictures of my hs bedroom but it was a wall to wall scrapbook basically #and actually was very close to my heart bc one of my moms favorite punishments besides taking my bedroom door off its hinges #was making me take down everything on my walls and then she'd throw it all away #so like several times a month i would lose everything i put up there and then eventually when she either stopped being mad or forgot why #I'd been punished i would have stockpiled a new collection of things i liked and memorabilia and i would spend hours putting it all up again #and a lot of times my friends would come over and help ❣ #anyways my bedroom walls are boring now bc i have this idea of making a big paper collage or turning my big collection of postcards into #wallpaper but i havent gotten around to doing either. and im just thinking #about that collection 'in my room' and how personal a teenagers bedroom can be. i think its sweet

[judeswhore]

instagram au: his girl - mason mount

a collection of photos of mason and his girlfriend as he supports her through to her graduation

pictures are not mine, credit to the original owners

masonmount✔️

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masonmount last date night before i lose her to serial killers🙄🙄

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masonmount think i might get this framed

yourinstagram what a peculiar thing to say

↳masonmount am i or am i not losing you to serial killers

↳yourinstagram im referring to the fact u thought this was a date🤕

↳masonmount i bought you flowers.

↳yourinstagram bro u got them for free off an old lady

jackgrealish i’m confused about the caption

↳yourinstagram dont u worry ur pretty little head jacky

jazbenham still wondering how she agreed to date you

↳masonmount i’m rich and fit

↳yourinstagram ^^^ the first statement yes, second no.

timowerner i’d like to opt out of training until y/n finishes her degree i hate whiney mason

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yourinstagram deadlines are looming but i’m too busy making the bedroom look comfier

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masonmount are those my joggers🤔

↳yourinstagram no baby they’re OUR joggers❤️

masonmount can you answer your phone i’ve been waiting for 10 minutes

↳yourinstagram sorry y/n is busy rn call back later x

sophiaaemelia ur too hot to stress about deadlines

↳yourinstagram this is what i keep trying to tell myself smh

benchilwell how long did it take to set your room up for this picture😂

↳yourinstagram longer than u last in bed

landonorris you don’t look like you’re working very hard

↳yourinstagram u drive a car for a living what wld u know abt hard work🥲🥲

masonmount✔️

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masonmount i’m pretty good with my distraction techniques

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yourinstagram i just feel sorry for u

↳masonmount shut your mouth

↳yourinstagram make me

↳masonmount now you just look desperate

kaihavertz there are children on this app

↳masonmount okay virgin mary👍

rlc is that a chain👀

↳yourinstagram he’s trying out a new style

calteck10 you two are just like a teenage couple

↳masonmount you don’t have to be jealous if you ask nicely y/n might let you join

↳yourinstagram we have actually been looking for a third, how tall are u

↳calteck10 taller than mase

↳yourinstagram brilliant, text me x

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yourinstagram the mood for today😴😴

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sophiaaemelia gorgeous girly

↳yourinstagram just come here and kiss me already x

↳sophiaaemelia say no more im omw

masonmount my pretty girl

↳yourinstagram love u masey❤️❤️

masonmount what’s under that duvet

↳yourinstagram why don’t u come home and find out😼😼

declanrice studying proper hard aren’t you🤨

↳yourinstagram how many gcse’s do u have liam gallagher ?

↳declanrice fuck off🤣

↳lauren_fryer she just mugged you right off

masonmount✔️

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masonmount stolen by the laptop once again

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yourinstagram not my fault all u ever talk abt is football and kai

↳masonmount sorry that kai is funnier than you

↳yourinstagram kai tells u jokes in german so u don’t even understand

↳kaihavertz he’s in the top 10 on duo lingo

↳reecejames wondered why you two kept hiding in the laundry room together🤐🤐

masonmount brought you for coffee to be your personal cheerleader and you’ve barely even looked at me

↳yourinstagram cheer louder, can’t hear u over the sound of the coffee girls second heart beat

itsamelewigi take the hint mase she’s sick of you

↳masonmount daft if you think she could ever get sick of me

sanchooo10 mate post a selfie or something you’re like y/n 2.0

↳masonmount my missus is fit sancho let me show her off

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yourinstagram few free hours?? sneak into cobham✅

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yourinstagram mason’s looking extra fit today so i thought i’d share x

yourinstagram masonmount gonna show me some tricks w that tongue😼😼

↳masonmount someone’s feeling needy today

↳yourinstagram can u blame me when you’ve been running around in those whore shorts

kepaarrizabalaga thanks for showing mason up in the pen shootout

↳yourinstagram i had the best teacher😙

reecejames what number you getting on the back of your shirt

↳yourinstagram was thinking 69

↳benchilwell why do you have the humour of a 13 year old boy

↳yourinstagram probably bc i spend half my time with u

tammyabraham can you stop posting mason i’m about to drown in the tears of his fans

↳yourinstagram i don’t think it’s tears ur drowning in tam

↳masonmount turn your phone off and get back to ted bundy

masonmount✔️

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masonmount my girl’s smarter than yours😜

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itsamelewigi well done squish!!! drinks on me tonight❤️❤️

reecejames congrats y/n!!! the better half of this weird relationship

yourinstagram cant believe u refused to post the pic w my tits out🙄🙄

↳masonmount saving those for later

benchilwell yooooooo smarty pants

chunkz you’ve been outdone here mase

↳masonmount i cant even pretend to be mad about it😂

thiagosilva well deserved🥳🥳

tammyabraham “my girl” down bad bro

↳masonmount locked down🤣🤣

lauren_fryer pretty, smart, funny, can make mint sunday roasts, she’s too good for you mount

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yourinstagram COMPLETED IT MATE💃💃these past three years have been hell but all the crying made me sexier

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masonmount that’s my girl❤️

sasha__rebecca she’s hot AND smart, so proud of you gorgeous🤍🤍

↳yourinstagram loving u the most!!!

declanrice so can you like solve crime now???

↳yourinstagram shall we test it out?

↳judebellingham 999 i think i’m about to witness a murder

masonmount can’t wait to show off how smart you are to everyone

↳yourinstagram please don’t, i only associate with degree level people now

↳masonmount okay but you’re literally friends with kai

↳yourinstagram u know how much i love helping out with charity

jazbenham so so proud of you!! no one deserves this more❤️❤️

↳yourinstagram love u sm jaz!! <3

masonmount✔️

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masonmount proud is an understatement, no words could ever describe how incredibly happy i am for you. you’ve worked harder than anyone i know these past few years and missed out on so many things you love just so you could get this degree, i love you more than you could ever know baby❤️

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masonmount got something extra special for you tonight😏

↳yourinstagram does it rhyme with stick

↳masonmount no it rhymes with lake get your head out of the gutter

yourinstagram thank u for putting up w my terrible mood swings and 4am mornings💙💙

yungchalobah this is the soppiest thing ive ever seen from you but congrats y/n!!! smarter than all of us together

↳masonmount she still has to count on her fingers.

↳yungchalobah yeah but she has a degree what do you have mount

↳masonmount trophies.

↳yourinstagram u constantly talking abt ur trophies is actually giving me the ick

lukeshaw if i thought you were punching before you’re definitely punching now

cesarazpi you next mase💪😂

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yourinstagram surprise trip to paris for graduating? my bf is better than urs <3

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masonmount my favourite girl🤍

↳yourinstagram i love you so much xxxx

benchilwell fake news it’s a green screen

↳yourinstagram sorry not all of us stay locked up in our shag pads x

↳benchilwell that’s just because you can’t afford a shag pad

↳yourinstagram chilly residence? porn star central

↳masonmount uncalled for🤣

itsamelewigi mason’s never taken me to paris

↳declanrice that’s because you don’t sleep with him

↳yourinstagram neither do i

↳declanrice my spare bedroom would suggest otherwise

↳yourinstagram shhh the mason girls can see

sophiaaemelia this might be the nicest thing he’s ever done

↳yourinstagram he’s a try hard🙄

#mason mount #england nt #football #football imagine #chelsea fc #mason mount blurbs #mason mount x reader #mason mount blurb #mason mount fanfic #mason mount fic #mason mount fluff #mason mount imagines #mason mount one shot #money mase #mason mount imagine

[jaeminscoffee]

Daddy Issues | S. Jn

Pairing | Seo Johnny x Fem!Reader

Genre | Smut, fluff

Wc;type | oneshot: 3.93k [not proof read]

Warning(s) | Pwp, dilf!johnny, y/n's a pillow princess, daddy kink, overstimulation, teasing, edging, dacryphilia, slight voyeurism, degradation kink, heavy use of the words 'doll, princess, slut, pretty, angel', typical lyra smut, i made haechan johnny's son (i was about to write changbin as johnny's son but decided against it) age gap, unprotected sex ( the Reader's on pills. Remember this is a fiction, don't play the wrong card irl) filth.

a/n- i found this request buried in my asks and was tempted to write it. Sure, the warning looks intimidating, but i know you wanna read it, y'all whores (ily) shoutout to @bakugou-is-my-bae @cvntzennie and @jenopollo for helping me decide what to post first! @suhpersonic

Minors try not to interact! <3

Age is just a number, so surely, there's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed of, right? 

There's no reason for you to not fall for the friendly neighborhood bachelor, well not so bachelor bachelor, since he does go around asking people who knows of his marriage to pretend it never took place. 

Johnny's hot, super hot. Has the build of a supermodel. Has the face that one can only imagine belongs to a greek god, as you'd jokingly tell him how he seemed to be god's favorite and how you loathe Aphrodite for showing favoritism (which would always end up with you getting a very sultry, teasing look from the lad) 

Johnny has the type of personality that women can only wish the entirety of the male species would possess. He's an absolute sweetheart, life of the party, definitely the center of attention wherever he goes. And oh god, does he have an immaculate fashion sense. 

But Johnny's also the father of Donghyuck. Your best friend. 

More than being ashamed about the fact that you actually fell in love with a man who has a child of your age, it was the fact that you had to fall for Donghyuck's father of all people. 

Donghyuck is a sweetheart, definitely got his personality from his father but he's also got that glare that could creep the Lord's of the darkness from his father. He's got so much from his father that the resemblance is uncanny. 

You'd not want to get onto hyuck's bad side since you've gotten first hand experience at stopping him from almost committing homicide to someone who spoke shit about his friends, more specifically, you. 

But Hyuck's not in town. So a little fun with Mr. Suh wouldn't hurt anyone, correct? After all, you're still only a human with desires and the want to take risks. 

You'd always not so subtly drop hints at Johnny and he'd always give you that look that would have slick collecting itself between your thighs. A warning look. 

A look that said, "cross the line and you'll get it" 

But that's the thing, you want to get it and will do anything to get it.

"Y/n." 

You'd ask yourself less than a million times if you want to do this or not.

Sure, you weren't this hesitant when you decided to sext your best friend's father knowingly when he was in business mode to irk him up but that's one thing. 

And having to confront the same father who left a message smaller than a sentence that completely disregarded all the obscene text and images to show that he's not the slightest bothered or suprised by your behavior for that matter was another thing.

"Tomorrow at mine." 

It's almost as though he deals with hormonal teenagers one as such as yourself on a daily basis and that thought kind of backfired at you considering the whole 'Let's piss Johnny off so that he'd finally give me what i want' agenda. 

Ironic, huh? 

"Mr. Suh." you start hesitantly, unsure of what to call him, scared of what his reaction would be after your inappropriate shenanigans last night. 

Your stiff demeanor broke down a little with just a hint of shiver passing down your spine as you watch his features contort into a subtle but cocky smirk, "So now you're being all formal,"

"Well, what else would you like me to address you as?" you inquire, feigning oblivion to his tone and what he's implying at. "You tell me, doll. You seemed to have a lot of names to call me last night," he takes a step forward, prompting you to walk a step backwards, further into the corridors of his apartment and away from the actual location. 

"I do not know what you're talking about.. " you let your voice shrivel towards the end, eyes wandering around the complex, finding interest in every small detail as you avoid Johnny's teasing gaze. 

"You don't?" Johnny takes another step forward, latching his hands onto your forearms to prevent you from stepping further away, "You must have had a heavy sleep to forget all that you did last night," his voice drops dangerously low as he begins to walk backwards and back into the safety of his apartment, all the while keeping his gaze fixated on you.

"That won't do, would it? How about we take a walk down the memory lane? And see if that rings any bell?" He brushes your hair away from its static position on your shoulder, allowing him to appreciate all those fine details of your shoulders and neck that are exposed from your selection of clothing, an off shoulder. 

"How about we don't...?" You ask with skepticism, jolting slightly when you hear the door shut behind you and at the new intrusion of personal space by the lad.

"Why are you acting all shy now, Y/n? Weren't you the one so eager to get into her best friend's fathers pants? Just be the whore you are, darling. Your facade's fooling no one." okay you definitely didn't see that coming. 

Johnny's expressions morph into that of mischief as he watches your eyes grow wide and mouth fall ajar, "Am i not correct? Are you not a whore?" he asks with an eyebrow quirked up in a questioning manner.

You don't reply, almost as though the question was meant to linger in the open and that it was a rhetorical one. What you didn't expect, however, was for Johnny's hands to find pursuit around your neck, not necessarily applying pressure, but there as a warning. 

"Answer me." 

"I'm not.." you answer with a feeble voice, internally cringing at how squeaky you sound which only added to Johnny's amusement. 

"Really? Because I don't think good girls go around drooling at a divorced man, her friend's father for that matter and definitely do not send lewd images and voice out their fantasies to a guy twice their age, still want to pretend you're innocent? Or you admit it and we cut down the chase?"

"Yes, I am." you breathe out when his fingers tighten around your neck, a triumphant smile making its way onto his lips. Yet, Johnny felt the need to keep pushing,

"you're what?" 

"I am what you said I am," you speak, trying to avoid looking at the scrutinizing look on his face which seemed futile as he had his arms wrapped around your neck, keeping your head in place. 

"I want to hear you say it, doll. I need to hear you say it." At this point Johnny's intent was to get you into a flustered puddle in his hold and it sure as hell was going in that direction, seeing how you can't even hold his gaze for more than a few seconds in a shot. 

"I am.. I am a who-"

The sound of a phone ringing loud cut you off midway through your sentence, to which you were absolutely relieved. Johnny only seemed to grow annoyed the more he heard the phone ring. With a loud huff, he lets you go, not before giving you a stern look, "Go to my room." he instructed, making his way to the study. 

You let out a breath you've been holding in unknowingly the moment he steps away from you. You watch his figure retreat from you with awe, only now realizing how messy you felt between your legs and how your knees keep buckling. 

"Oh Hyuck!" you hear Johnny exclaim into the phone the minute you step forward to follow his command. 

Your best friend is on call with the guy you're about to fuck. 

Your blood runs cold as you shakily make your way into the apartment and towards the bedroom, shrugging off your sling bag, hanging it behind the door as you place your phone on the bedside table to wipe your hands dry from all the sweat that had accumulated at the palm of your hands. 

"Yeah, I'm fine, about to eat to my dinner actually" you hear the moment to make yourself comfortable at the edge of the bed, looking over to the door where Johnny stood with his arms across his chest, the other holding up the phone as he leans his weight onto one shoulder, leaning into the doorframe.

You take the time to really appreciate his appearance. He adorned nothing more than a simple grey sweat and tight black tee but he seemed ready to walk down a runway at any given moment now. His long hair, slightly disheveled looking almost intentionally messed up, compliments his features. And oh his features. 

The everlasting smirk stayed still on his lips, moving as he exchanged words with his son.

You only come back to your senses when Johnny snapped his free hand in front of you, gaining your attention. He points at his own shirt, then points at you, mouthing 'off' while he listens to Donghyuck speak about whatever he's speaking. 

"Really? Jeno said that? Tell him I'm more than willing to welcome him as my gym partner, the lad seems strong" Johnny makes a quick move to remove the gadget from his ear, before holding it in front of him after placing the call on speaker mode 

Your eyes widen the moment you hear the disturbance in the background and Donghyuck's voice resonate through the room. "no?? Why would you want to work out with him? He'll only make you feel old, you know?" 

"Says the one who still can't beat me at arm wrestling. If anything, i think Jeno would make the perfect gym buddy for me," Johnny raises an eyebrow at your defiance, cocking his head towards the side, staring down at you with a predatory look, "Hyuck, you know, Y/n-" you scramble to take your shirt off at the mention of your name on the call, "-stopped by earlier" he lets out a silent laugh of disbelief.

"Oh? Oh yeah! I'd told her I'd give her book back before I left but I forgot, did you perhaps give it back to her?" Donghyuck questions. 

"I figured you must've forgotten so, yeah i did." Johnny replies, pushing himself off of the doorframe, now walking towards you. 

"Man, I miss her! I might facetime her after I end the call with you," Johnny sets down the phone beside you on the bed, leaning down, placing both his hands on either side of your lap, finding comfort at the crook of your neck,

"I remember her mentioning something about her cousin coming over? Maybe wait for an hour or so before calling her" his lips graze against your neck each time he spoke, you let out a tiny whimper at the so longed feeling, only to earn yourself a small bite at the earlobe, immediately accompanied by a hand over your mouth, "you need to be quiet, doll. Or my son would find out how much of a slut his best friend is," he whispers in your ear. 

"Yeah? Did she mention which one?" 

"No, not really, she kinda just stormed out after getting what she wanted" Johnny creates a trail of kisses all the way from your neck to your shoulders, down the collarbone while one of his hand worked to unhook your bra, "Yeah, she's weird like that," you hear Donghyuck let out a chuckle as you whine into Johnny's palm, your figure slightly trembling from the fear of getting caught all the while being excited about the risky situation he's put the two of you in. 

"Anyways, I'll call you tomorrow? The boys are coming over now so I got to go! Night, dad!" Donghyuck speaks up again, "Night, Hyuck." 

You hear the beep indicating the call has ended. Johnny let's his hand drop from your mouth and makes its way towards your hair, brushing through the strands before pulling at it with a firm grip, "I had my son on call and here you are making all these sweet noises, you wanted to get busted, doll?" 

"It's not my fault! You-"

"ah-ah! Don't talk back, angel. You're already in deep trouble, don't want to add onto that now, do we?" He makes a swift move to have you lying on your back, your torso completely exposed to him while he remains clothed. 

"But Johnny-" you whine, jolting when you feel his hands caressing the soft flesh of your inner thighs, "How do you think Hyuck would feel about this?" his hands travel further north, cupping your heat from underneath your skirt. "fuck, you're drenched"

"Now tell me, pretty girl, what are you supposed to be calling me, now?" 

"Johnny-, tha-that was a joke! I don't have daddy kin-" you try clenching your thighs close from the sudden attention your core was receiving. Johnny wholeheartedly lets out a laugh at your attempt to hide your true feelings, making a quick act of disregarding your soaked panties somewhere behind him.

"Darling, the more you deny it, the longer we keep going at it-" his thumbs at your clit, applying pressure but making no move to quench your needs. You let out a sigh of bliss at the feeling, your back arching off of the sheets at the sensation.

In any other situation, you'd be embarrassed at how sensitive you'd gotten just from all the dirty talking and looks Johnny passed you. But that's the catch, he's Johnny, the only one who can get you this sensitive while doing the bare minimum. 

"Say it, Y/n." 

"No, Johnny! It's-it's embarrassing.." you plead with your eyes, grinding your hips against his fingers, earning a satisfied, dirty look from the lad. 

"Very well.. I'll just draw it out of you"

Without warning, Johnny with little to no resistance, slides two slender digits into your wetness, setting a pace fast enough to draw loud chains of cries from your mouth.

"You hear that, doll? You hear how fucking wet you are? Hm?" he growls animalistically, the thumb that remained on your clit now moving in circles with a motive to get you undone in seconds. 

"Johnn-..!" you whine out, feeling your orgasm growing so close that you could almost taste it, "Still going at that, angel?" he questions, not really expecting an answer as he soaks up the pleasured look on your face. "Johnny- I'm close.. -" you fail to notice the mischievous grin growing on his face as he speeds up the movement of his fingers. 

"Of course you are, doll" He feels you clench around his fingers, back coming off of the mattress as you ready yourself for your release, waiting until the last minute to draw his finger out.

"Why would you-? Johnn-I was so close!" you cry out as you sense your core clench around nothing, whining about the incomplete orgasm. "Why would I give you what you want when you wouldn't comply, baby? That's not how this works." He shrugs, licking his fingers clean of your essence, moving up from the bed to remove the shirt that seemed to be suffocating now.

"Johnny, please!" you whine louder, rubbing your thighs together to create some sort of friction, all unsatisfactory as it did not meet the same intensity as that of his fingers. 

"Please what, doll?" He smirks, knowing the ball is in his court and that you'd had to give in any moment now. Johnny leans down once again, drawing lazy circles at your clit, using his other hand to hold himself up above and close to you, his minty breath which had a hint of coffee fanning your face as you whimper, finally feeling your high building itself up again. "Spit it out, princess, you know you want to." he speaks in a soft voice.

"Please..please" you beg for nothing in particular, getting all worked up again, "The begging's lovely, doll. But you're starting to anger me here, will you say it? Or should I leave you hanging again?" 

You mutter prayers under your breath, hoping he wouldn't actually leave you hanging again, "Fine-" he moves again to remove his fingers from you to deprive you of pleasure all over again when you finally latch onto his wrist, keeping his hands in place blurting out, "Daddy! I'm so-sorry.. There, daddy, please make me come" you give in, the name, the feeling and look of pure victory on his face as he grins like a cheshire cat only intensifies the heat growing at a rapid pace at the pit of your stomach. 

"Final fucking ly, princess. Daddy will make you feel good" He reinserts his fingers in, drilling it with desperation to see you come undone as he draws rapid circles on your now sensitive clit with the other hand, watching you squirm under him.

"Joh-Daddy i'm coming..!" you cry out weakly as you feel your orgasm hit you with much force, easily driving you into over sensitivity. Johnny's patient in helping you ride out your orgasm, not stopping until you let out a throaty sob and plead him to stop to allow yourself some room to breathe. 

Johnny, however, makes no move to stop, only speeding up his fingers, his gaze fixed on where his fingers disappeared inside of you while his other hand held you down with a vise grip, "Give me one more, doll. I know you've got one more in you. " he pants, the feeling of his girth in confinement only throwing himself to sensory deprivation as he feels himself twitch inside his sweats painfully. 

You shake your head, tears now flowing elegantly down your cheek, your lips puckered into a slight pout, your eyebrows drawn together as you let yourself melt into the pleasure Johnny was providing you with. "Daddy.." 

You whine, feeling your second high reaching you ridiculously quick as you see Johnny's face contort in concentration, 

"I need to get you nice and wet for me, princess, you're doing so well. Give daddy another one" you coaxes you with his sultry tone, words and actions, inevitably having you come undone under him for the second time that night. 

You let out a choked moan, finally having enough as you curl upon yourself the minute Johnny removes his fingers from you, full fledged crying at the overbearing feeling of sensitivity. 

Johnny groans at the sight, leaning down to press a soft peck on your sweaty forehead before getting off of the bed to remove his pants alongside his boxer at a slow speed, granting you some time to recover.

"Condom?" he asks, readying himself to reach into the drawing when he notices you shake your head a no as a reply, "I'm on pills.." you mutter weakly. 

You hear him curse out at the thought of doing you raw, flexing his muscles before climbing on top of you again. He takes his time to gently turn you back onto your back, pressing his tender lips against your irritated one for the first time that night, his hand ever so slightly moving to play with your clit once again, making you jerk, "Daddy!" 

"Sorry, doll. Daddy just needs to make sure that princess is ready to take his cock" 

Your whining intensifies at his words, wiggling your hips to move closer to his own, "But I am ready! Look, daddy! I'm so wet and ready for you!" you whimper, earning a chuckle from the lad. 

Just like all the other times that night, he aligns his cock at your entrance without a warning, the tip ever so slightly pushing through your walls, "Alright, big girl. Show daddy how much of a slut you can be for him."

Suddenly, Johnny detaches himself from you, moving further away as he leans by the edge of the door, smirking at you whining at the loss of contact, "Patience, angel" 

He grabs hold of your hips, manhandling your body into all fours as he enters you completely with no trouble once he's got you where he wants you to be.  

Something about having to take Johnny from behind was so sexy that you could almost immediately feel your orgasm grow, "Fuck baby, keep clenching around me like that and i won't last long," he grunts, moving in you with a steady pace, 

"I never expected my son to befriend such filthy sluts like you, Y/n. Look at the mess you're making on my sheets" He grabs a fistful of your ass in a tight squeeze, the sudden shift in his demeanor only serving as a whiplash as you feel yourself growing closer and closer to the sweet orgasm. 

"Jesus, doll, you're so fucking tight i can barely move" Johnny growls, talking to keep himself from coming too fast. 

"Daddy.. I'm close. M-I'm so so close" you cry as your arms give out and you fall face first onto the mattress, the new stretch in your back only encouraging his cock to hit you deeper, finding the sweet cushion that serves as extra pleasure for you. 

"Me too, princess, me too.. '' You hear him let out a whine, his thrusts growing sloppier as he does you slower but deeper. 

He reaches around your body to find pursuit at your clit for the nth time that night, rubbing rapid, messy circles to go with his deep thrusts, "Daddy!" you reach your high with a high pitched cry of his name. 

Johnny comes not too long after you as he couldn't resist the constant tight clenching of your walls around his cock. He thrust slowly to ride out his high as you twitch helplessly, face scrunched up in too much pleasure. 

You feel your body being manoeuvred onto your side as he whispers sweet nothings which pass right through your ears as you feel him softened inside you, the feeling ridiculously soothing for your used up walls, 

"You did amazing, darling." he kisses your temple, not making any move to remove himself from within you, which you silently thanked him for. 

You both lay in silence as you turned your body towards him, earning a hiss and a playful smack from him as it added pressure onto his sensitive member. You wrap your arms around his torso, about to nuzzle into his chest and just drift away to dreamland when you hear the familiar ring of your phone from the table beside the bed. 

You feel Johnny's body shift to reach out to get your phone, looking at the caller ID before handing it to you with a smirk that you knew meant that he was up to no good. "Oh! It's hyuck" you exclaim in shock, quickly accepting the call and placing it near your ear, moving to get away from him. 

But Johnny seemed to have other ideas, as he latched an arm around your torso to keep you from moving, "Hey-" you begin, immediately feeling Johnny experimentally thrust into you again, making you whine, "Y/n! I miss you~-oh hey, are you okay?" you hear Donghyuck's voice from the other side, 

You look at Johnny with a pleading and warning gaze to which you earn yourself a toothy grin from the lad, 

"Of co-course! Just a little.. peachy,'' You turn around to place a hand on his chest to halt his movement, "You don't sound just peachy.. I've heard you like this before!" you hear Donghyuck make those noises he makes when he's thinking as Johnny keeps thrusting lazily the more you look at him, you see him open his mouth to speak, "Oh fuck! You're getting laid, aren't you???" 

"Tell Hyuck daddy says hi"

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