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PAIRING ➩ heeseung x reader
SUMMARY ➩ being jakes twin sister, your reputation followed you around wherever you went. add on the fact you were a known man eating playgirl with a thing for nerds and you were heeseung’s worst nightmare
GENRE ➩ playgirl!au x inexperienced!hee
WARNINGS ➩ sexual scenes (no full smut sorry guys) and light slut shaming
WC. ➩ 14.03k
DISCLAIMER ➩ i don’t feel like i got to explore these characters enough so fyi im opened to one shot request or small drabbles for these two! feel free to send an ask if ur interested in a scene
Despite the common perception of you, you were not a complete and total monster.
Sure, the rumors were true in some aspects but in most cases things were warped and twisted as they danced from mouth to mouth and you were left with a bit of a startling reputation.
You leave too many freshman boys crying and suddenly you are the devil disguised in a perfectly polished and manicured body, girlish scents and cheeky smiles being used to lure your victims in to their death.
Frankly you thought this was all way too dramatized. You liked to play around, who didn’t, and it wasn’t your fault you had a very particular taste when it came to your boys. Death was dramatic, if anything their social meters skyrocketed after being seen with you.
“It’s immoral.” Your best friend was currently giving you his opposing opinion. Sunoo was laid across your bed and watching you carefully reapply your lipgloss in the large mirror on your desk. “Maybe even a little bit sick.”
You laughed at him, turning to face him fully and strike a pose. He gave a thumbs up at your outfit and smiled at you despite his scoldings.
Sunoo had been your friend for as long as you’d known what the word meant. He was a year younger than you but decades more mature and when you both started to change drastically, you still remained friends.
Most of the version of yourself you showed outside of this room was a carefully poised character, a show of beauty and confidence to ensure you weren’t belittled and were taken seriously in all aspects of life. Yet here, alone with Sunoo as you got ready for another Saturday night party, you were your rawest self.
“I can’t help what I like.” You continued on your conversation now that he’s approved your attire.
And you meant this from the bottom of your soul. You’ve tried to fall for other guys, tried to stare length at the football players and hope it stirred something awake in you and you could fulfill another cliche when it came to high school norms.
Yet it was earlier on in your years of puberty when you discovered your type, and oh god was it a discovery.
Park Sunghoon had stumbled off the summer camp bus behind a few girls you’d recognized from previous years. He was clutching his backpack strap with one hand and pushing his glasses up his nose with the other. To make matters worse (or better, depending on who you’re asking) he had tripped coming down the steps and nearly face planted in the dirt below him.
For the first time in your life, you were completely and utterly inlove. Or at least as inlove a sniffly 14 year old can be.
You’d had your first kiss that summer, hidden behind a bush on the final nights huge campfire and you blushed thinking about how Sunghoon’s hands were shaking and his eyes were wide when you pulled away.
That was the exact thing you’d gotten obsessed with. You never saw Sunghoon again, not at summer camp or anywhere around the city, but you constantly searched for him in other boys. You liked the awkwardness and shy glances and you liked the way you could almost see the corrupted thoughts in their mind after a few weeks with you.
Other people your age gushed over the charmers, the boys at parties who leaned against the wall and asked you to slip away into an uncleaned room. Sunoo sharing the same ideology considering the way he constantly fawned over somebody on the soccer team.
Which is why you didn’t get angry at him for his scolding, for his lack of understanding. It was an art form and not everybody could appreciate it.
“Y/N, kid. I told you I’m not waiting all night for you.” Deafening pounds on your door strictly reminded you of that fact.
You swung open your door with a scowl, ignoring the way Sunoo mumbled about his hatred for the nickname kid, and came face to face with your brother.
Jake was exactly two minutes older than you and spent your entire lives magnifying this fact at any given moment. His eyes scanned your outfits before looking behind you to Sunoo’s and he sighed softly.
“So we are going complete ‘embarrass my big brother’ tonight I guess.” His words caused you to roll your eyes and push on his shoulder so you could move past him out into the hallway.
Jake and you got along great despite your differences, something about the twin connection helping you be a lot closer than you might have been else wise considering everything else about you was completely flipped.
He was the star of your family in all things that truly seemed to matter to your parents, handsome and sociable and not to mention the captain of the football team.
“You’re not my big brother.” You mumbled as you passed him and he smiled at you and messed up your hair. You paused and waited for Sunoo at the top of the stairs, raising an eyebrow at the fact Jake was watching you with a strange expression.
“My friends are downstairs.” He started to explain and you furrowed your brows in confusion. When you’d first become cool enough to hang out with Jake’s friends, he had warned them and you about the consequences of dating each other, but he gradually realized they were absolutely not your type.
You imagined he still had to deal with comments, you were well known at school and undeniably conventionally attractive, plus Park Jay had definitely made numerous passes at you throughout the years.
“I’d rather jump down these stairs than fuck one of your friends Jake.” His mouth curled in disgust at your blunt words and you saw Sunoo laugh as he approached the two of you, closing your bedroom door.
“There’s a new kid on the team and I know how you are.” He was whispering but his tone was stern and you shook your head at him in annoyance.
“I’m not interested in jocks brother, I feel like we’ve been over this. There’s nothing to worry about.”
“The Sim’s! Looking fantastic as usual.” Jay’s voice floating up the stairs caused the three of you to turn in it’s direction and you immediately froze as you took in the other boys standing in your living room. You heard Jake sigh at your reaction and start to make his way down the stairs.
Standing amidst the usual crowd, Jay (your brothers absolute bestfriend of all time), Jungwon and Riki (two younger boys on the football team), was a boy you’d never seen before.
“Oh wow. This isn’t good.” Sunoo was whispering over your shoulder with a half smile as he followed your line of vision, patting you on the back and starting his way down the stairs after your brother.
The boy was a complete stand out amidst the others and their casual stances. They were dressed dark and sleek, eyes lazy and relaxed like there was nothing that could surprise them about how tonight would play out and by experience, you knew this to be true.
He was standing stiff as a board and ringing his hands uncomfortably, looking around your living room anxiously as he tried to take in the unfamiliar setting. You briefly mentally scolded the boys for letting him wear a sweater to a highschool party and then immediately thanked them for the same fact.
You were down the stairs and stood infront of him before he even processed you approaching and his eyes widened with surprise as he took a startled step back. Your hand was dangling in the middle of the both of you and he awkwardly took it in his.
“I’m Y/N Sim.” You practically purred at him and you vaguely heard Jay bark a laugh from a few feet behind you. The boys eyes darted over to your brother and his friends and then back at you with a curious expression.
“Heeseung.” His voice was quiet and unsure and you raised an eyebrow, keeping his hand in yours for longer than necessary. “Lee Heeseung.”
You repeated his name back to him with a smile, letting it roll off your tongue as you pushed some of your hair behind your ear. Normally by now you’d start to see the signs of infatuation, eyes darting down to your chest and breath catching when you leaned into their personal space.
Heeseung wasn’t doing either, in fact he just seemed more and more awkward and impatient as the seconds droned on. Your mouth twitched down in a shocked frown and you released your grip on his hand, watching as Jake wrapped an arm around his shoulder and ushered him away from you.
Your brother shot you a teasing smile over his shoulder, like he was mocking you for failing to catch his friends attention.
“Don’t look so gloomy sweetheart.” Jay’s voice was in your ear as you started walking to the car. “You’re going to eat him alive.”
——
You couldn’t take your eyes off of the boy.
He definitely had noticed your staring, awkwardly hovering in the corner of the party holding a completely full cup he’d been taking fake sips out of. Your brother had stuck with him for most of it before being dragged away by some other boys on the team for a game of cup pong.
You remembered the fact that Heeseung was supposedly on the football team too and you were suddenly curious what exactly he did. Maybe your brother had only mentioned it in an attempt to deter your advances.
He’d be disappointed to know it didn’t work, considering you were pushing off your seat at the kitchen counter and making your way to his side of the room.
When you were a few feet infront of him he seemed to realize you weren’t changing your course of movement and were in fact coming straight for him. He stiffened up against the wall and avoided looking at you.
“Hi Hee.” You ignored his behavior, leaning against the wall on your side so you could still look at him. You liked the slope of his nose and the way he nervously glanced at you from the corner of his eye.
“Hey Y/N.” He tried to sound casual but his voice cracked halfway through saying your name and your smile brightened, leaning forward slightly so your mouth was hovering closer to his ear.
“Not having fun?” You leaned back after you spoke, noting the way he held his breath when you got closer and shifted in his stance once you leaned back against the wall.
He shrugged softly and you watched the way his thin shoulders fell back down. He definitely wasn’t small, towering over you and about double your width but he was lean and pretty, not to mention the way he curled in on himself made him seem tiny.
“I know something fun we can do.” You were leaning back towards him, this time letting your hand fall forward to hold his arm. The innuendo didn’t miss him and his wide eyes shot down to where you were touching him and then back to look at you.
“Jake said to not talk to you.” He was suddenly stuttering out but he didn’t make any move to leave or remove your hand from him. “He said if you said you liked me it wasn’t true.”
Your jaw ticked in anger as he spoke, wanting to go find Jake and teach him a lesson about interfering. But Heeseung was peering down at you with those big glossy eyes and he didn’t seem upset, just curious.
“That’s not very nice of him to say, is it?” You were practically cooing at the boy, lips forming a pout like it was the most hurtful thing you’d ever heard.
It worked considering the fact Heeseung immediately shook his head, eyes even more wide like he was worried he had somehow offended you.
Your hand that wasn’t on his arm slowly slid up to his neck, stopping to hold his face and turn him more so he was facing you and you weren’t staring at the side of him. He really was handsome, strong manly features sat nicely below his large eyes.
“Do you think I’m mean Hee?” You decided to use Jake’s words against him, batting your eyelashes with a pout and leaning against him. You felt a flash of satisfaction at the way his eyes went down to your jutted out lip and back up.
He didn’t reply after you said that and you briefly wondered if you pushed him too far for one night. You didn’t mind stretching it out, one time spending weeks with a boring tutor before he even seemed to realize you had boobs, but something about the way he peered down at you made you impatient.
He didn’t respond but he also, once again, made no move to push you off of him. If anything he seemed short of breath the longer you stood there pressed against him with your thumb on his chin.
You let out a small hum of satisfaction and pressed your thumb upwards against his bottom lip, holding it there for a second to see if he would object. He didn’t despite the way his eyes seemed to grow wider and wider every passing second.
His mouth parted and at first you thought he was going to speak, pausing and raising an eyebrow to make sure he wasn’t about to tell you to stop touching him. He looked suddenly mortified and closed his mouth with a snap, causing you to realize he was referring to your thumb pressing against his lip.
“Oh.” He genuinely shocked you, your confidence faltering for a second at the fact he was basically inviting your thumb into his mouth a second ago when you’d barely spoken to each other.
He was bright red and you had a feeling that if your grip on his chin wasn’t so tight, he would’ve disappeared into the crowd to avoid you.
“Sorry.” He was mumbling, voice so quiet you almost missed it beneath the loud music and stacked piles of random conversations.
“Do you want to go somewhere we can hear each other better?” You tried to keep the implication out of your words but you had a feeling you were oozing with sin and intent as you leaned up to speak against his ear.
Still, he was nodding almost like he was on autopilot and seemingly ready to go with you regardless of where you would take him. And that was music to your ears, excitement and tension causing you to smile before tugging him and turning around to leave the party.
You were immediately stopped in your path, your smile dropping into a scowl as you looked at your brother. He was stood infront of you with his arms crossed, Jay and Sunoo’s amused faces peeking over his shoulder at the thought of conflict.
“Excuse us.” You spat at him, tugging Heeseung again. He’d complete froze at the sight of your brother and only seemed to snap out of it at your pull, yanking his hand from yours as he collided with your back.
You stumbled forward and glared behind you at him, confused why he had let go of your hand. He was bright red again and avoiding looking at you, taking a step to the side so he was more on your brothers half of the stand off.
Jake had a satisfied smirk on his face at his obedience and you scoffed at them both, disgusted and angry eyes directed towards Heeseung who was cowering away from your glare.
“Alright.” Sunoo was dragging the word out, pushing past your brothers rigid frame and wrapping his arms around you. “Think it’s time we go.”
You let him steer you away from the boys, sending one last glare at your brothers victorious face. You felt a little fire light up in your stomach with the knowledge he was going to regret it.
——
“What about that junior in your art class. He’s easy on the eyes.” Sunoo was trying to keep your attention while in the lunch room, despite the knowledge most of his words were falling on deaf ears. “And not your brothers friend.”
That caught your attention slightly and you stopped your staring for a second, glancing at your friend before looking back across the hall where Heeseung was sat with the rest of the football idiots.
“If you’re going to tell me it’s immoral again, save your breath.” You half muttered and you heard him sigh softly from beside you.
He started to talk again but this time you truly didn’t hear him because Heeseung was looking around the room for a second before locking eyes with you. You sat up in your seat as you watched him freeze and look around to see if there was anyone else you could possibly be staring at.
When he seemed to determine he was the source of your attention, he awkwardly looked back at you and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. You cocked your head but didn’t do anything else, still slightly hurt from the night before.
“Earth to my supposed best friend.” Sunoo’s annoyed voice and shove against your shoulder caused you to break the staring contest with the boy, looking at him apologetically. “It’s fine, we can talk later. But your boy toys leaving.”
His eyes were falling over your shoulder with a quirked eyebrow, following Heeseung’s frame as he quickly shuffled out of the cafeteria and through the hallway doors. You looked frantically at Sunoo for permission and he waved you off with a dismissive hand.
You were on your feet and rushing towards the direction Heeseung had went before you could thank him, causing a few heads to turn towards you as you whipped past them.
Once you pushed through the large doors, you slowed your pace and flattened your skirt, attempting to look casual. You pulled your hair prettily in-front of your shoulders and peered around the hallway corners, trying to catch sight of which way Heeseung had gone.
It didn’t take very long before you were faltering in your tracks, seeing him standing against a closed locker and seemingly catching his breath.
“Hee?” You were standing a few feet away from him, leaning forward and cocking your head in a fake display of coincidence. “What are you doing out here?”
He glanced up at you with an unreadable expression. At first you thought he looked annoyed to see you but you realized quickly he was more so embarrassed at you catching him in a state of panic.
He raised his shoulders in a shrug again and you took a step closer, taking in his outfit now that he wasn’t hidden behind a lunch table. He was wearing another sweater, this one had a large V neck that he covered up with a plaid button up underneath it. You wondered briefly if he was hot at all underneath the layers.
“You shrug a lot don’t you.” As you spoke you casually approached him, leaning on the wall next the locker he was stood against.
He looked like he wanted to laugh at your words, mouth quirking for a bit before looking at you in a similar position to the previous night and frowning, eyes flashing with guilt and embarrassment again.
“I’m sorry.” He shook his head as he whispered and you quirked an eyebrow at his sudden mood change.
“For what part?” Beneath the urge to tease him and make him say it directly, you were genuinely curious what about last night he was apologizing for. For leaving you when your brother arrived or was he sorry for your little interaction a few seconds before that.
He looked at you with a sigh and an awkward shuffle in place, giving you your answer. He was too shy to voice it out loud and that led you to believe it was the latter he was attempting to apologize for.
“You’re sorry for that?” You frowned at him as you leaned closer again. He was watching you intensely, still standing awkwardly but seemingly expecting your actions more this time. “For wanting my fingers in your mouth?”
He was sucking in a breath at your blunt words, eyes going wide as he pressed himself against the locker like he wanted it to swallow him whole. You didn’t say anything else, you’d tipped far more than a toe in the waters and you may be a man eater but the last thing you wanted to do was make him uncomfortable.
“Don’t say that.” He was rushing out in a hissed whisper and looking around the empty hallway like somebody could be listening.
“Is that not what you wanted?” Your voice was dropping to a purr again and you could see him swallow the lump in his throat as your hand came to rest against his chest.
You wanted to touch him, desperately strangely enough, but more importantly you wanted to feel how fast his heart was racing and it didn’t disappoint. It was beating so fast you almost found it in yourself to be concerned.
A large part of you wanted to push him further, to make him tell you what he wanted so you could get to the fun part already, but a new part of you was liking toying around with him.
You found yourself curious what he was thinking as he blinked down at you, if he was thinking dirty things about you or if he wasn’t quite sure what that even consisted of. Was he just sweet and awkward or was he truly inexperienced.
Even weirder, you were wondering what you looked like to him. Both in the bodily sense, if he found you pretty or alluring, and in the sense in which he considered you to be a flirt or a whore.
You didn’t mind being a whore, you thought it was a beautiful powerful thing for a woman to be, but for some strange reason you didn’t want Heeseung to think that’s what this was.
Jay was right, you absolutely wanted to eat him alive but maybe you didn’t have to spit this one out after.
“I don’t know why I did that.” His whisper almost passed by you while you were stuck in your thoughts. You could feel his chest rise as he spoke and you liked the feeling, pressing your front against his similarly to how you did at the party.
“I didn’t say it was a bad thing.” You assured him, studying his features as he looked down at you. Your hand was leaving his chest to cup his cheek then and he took in a deep stuttering breath.
You let your thumb caress the skin on his cheek and he kept his eyes locked on yours despite the way they nervously twitched and sometimes shot over your shoulder like he was expecting an interruption.
“It’s weird.” He whispered and his breath fanned your face due to your proximity.
You frowned slightly at his words, although you had a feeling he didn’t truly mean them and he was just doing damage control incase you’d make fun of him. Still, you thought for a second before blindly reaching down between your bodies and gripping his wrist.
He made a strange startled noise at the direction of your hand, flushing when he realized you were only searching for his hand and not anything else. He didn’t object as you brought his limp hand up, only tensing slightly as you placed it on your cheek.
You didn’t say anything, waiting for a few seconds to see if he would take the hint on his own before sighing and moving his thumb with your hand that was covering his and placing it against your bottom lip.
He looked almost entranced at the movement, mouth parting in surprise as he felt your lip against his thumb. Then it was your turn to be surprised when he mirrored your movement from the other night and pressed down on it, almost instinctively.
Having startled himself, he started to pull his hand away but luckily you were still holding it in place against your cheek. Before he could make another move to remove it, you were parting your lips and pulling his thumb into your mouth.
He made another loud noise, a half shout nearly at the wet sensation on his digit and you would have laughed if you weren’t certain it would embarrass him to a point of no return.
You watched his reactions through your eyelashes as your hand moved to his wrist, feeling the bone and muscle twitch as you kept his hand in place. He didn’t say anything, watching you as you closed your lips around his thumb and held it there.
He met your eyes for just a second, immediately shooting back down to look where his thumb disappeared when he felt your tongue wrap around it in slow soothing circles.
The hall was silent outside of his heavy breaths and a low sucking sound as you pulled his wrist back and forth slowly so his thumb continued its movements in and out of your mouth. He was standing so stiff that you considered, for a moment, pulling back and asking him if this was okay.
Then he took a deep inhale and pressed his thumb flat against your tongue, causing your breath to catch in your throat with a slight choke. You faintly thought you heard him groan at the noise and you squeezed your hand that was around his wrist.
This seemed to snap him back to reality, eyes bulging as his movements froze completely. You kept your eyes on him even after he pulled his thumb from your mouth, avoiding eye contact with you as soft pants slipped from your lips.
“Do you still think it’s weird?”
——
A day or two passed without you seeing Heeseung, or more accurately without any firm interaction considering he darted away every time you rounded a corner.
This time you weren’t hurt by his avoidance, the hard part was finished and the seed of sin was blossoming in his pretty head. Now all you needed to do was wait for him to come crawling to your door, asking for more, and you’d finally have him.
You didn’t expect it so literally however. The soft knocks on your door after you’d just gotten home from school made you groan, expecting some form of real life spam mail or an annoyed neighbor, all the usuals. Instead your angry expression dropped off your face when you realized it was Heeseung behind the door.
He faltered at the sight of you, almost like he’d forgotten you lived here too. His expression was pained and you almost laughed at the way his eyes instinctively dropped to your mouth.
“Well hi.” You smiled at him and pushed your hip out to lean in the doorway, suddenly aware of the fact you were wearing little duck shorts from middle school. You don’t think he noticed, avoiding looking at your bare legs with all his might.
“Is Jake here?” He was mumbling, looking over your shoulder like he was hoping your brother would come and save him.
“I’m beginning to think I should be offended.” You were only half joking, a genuine disappointment building in your stomach. You’d never had a boy care so little about you, especially after you’d already made a move on him. “He’s at practice still, shouldn’t you know that?”
He didn’t say anything, staring at you for a while before blinking away and shuffling in place. You sighed and took a step to the side, signaling for him to come inside so he didn’t leave a dent in your porch.
He slowly and awkwardly came inside, pressing against the door to avoid touching any part of your body considering you were still perched against the doorway.
“It’s nice to see you.” You found yourself actually meaning this as you said it and nearly laughed at the way he whipped around to look at you in surprise. You’re not sure if he wasn’t expecting you to talk to him in general or just not expecting you to be in a good mood.
“What?” He spoke before he even realized he was and looked down at his shoes.
“I don’t know.” You shrugged and walked closer to him, noting the way he tensed and followed your frame. You moved past him to sit on the couch, patting the spot next to you and smiling. “I missed you.”
He slowly sat next to you, hesitating at the close proximity. Once he was sat, stiff and nervous, you scooted closer so your thighs were pressed together. If he didn’t notice your shorts before, he definitely did now judging by the way his eyes bulged and his hands twitched.
“You don’t know me.” He was shaking his head and you smiled slightly at the fact he was atleast comfortable enough to argue something you’d said.
“I think you’re cute.” You shrugged like it was obvious, watching the side of his face as he avoided looking in your direction. You were sat so close that if he looked at you, you’d probably be touching noses. “And I like your eyes.”
He glanced at you for a second, slight amusement on his face at your surface level answer. If he hadn’t figured out what you wanted by now, he slowly was. You watched as his hand twitched again.
“You want to touch me.” It was more of a statement than a question, shifting in your spot slightly. He didn’t say anything for a while eyes on your leg and you waited patiently, holding your breath so you didn’t scare him off.
“I don’t know.” His voice was breathy and pained like he was dealing with an inner dilemma. For a second he looked so guilty that you wondered if he was possibly religious, lips quirking up at the thought.
“You can.” He made no move despite your urging, glancing at you from the corner of his eye before shaking his head. “Do you want me to help you?”
He didn’t respond again but the sharp breath he took helped you understand his answer, his mannerisms becoming easier and easier for you to read. He didn’t flinch when you grabbed his wrist again, letting you carry his hand over to your leg and encage it with your own once it was touching your warm skin.
“Okay?” You were whispering, leaning your top half against him so you could rest your head on his shoulder. You liked to feel the sharp inhales he was taking as his body rose and fell.
He nodded swiftly and you decided now that he was definitely a virgin, the way his hand flexed and shuddered at the feeling of just your skin, being the most obvious sign. Excitement was bubbling under your skin again and you could hear Sunoo’s voice calling you immoral.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” You were turning your head on his shoulder to whisper against his neck and he made a startled noise at the feeling, hand tightening on your leg. You weren’t quite sure what prompted you to ask him that but you were suddenly desperate to hear his response.
He was nodding quickly for a second before actually responding, almost like he knew you wanted to hear him say it. “Yes. So pretty.”
You smiled and kissed the base of his neck in thanks, drinking in the small whimper like noise he made in response.
A minute or two passed in silence, you tightly pressed against him and listening to his sharp nervous breathing while he slowly relaxed his hand on your thigh, at some points being brave enough to gently caress your smooth skin with his thumb. You liked letting him explore, seeing how long it took for him to do the smallest things, but you were growing slightly impatient.
His hands were big, almost encasing the surface area of your leg and your hand looked extra small on top of his, slowly directing it upwards closer to the hem of your shorts. He met your gaze with a panicked look and you stopped in place for a few seconds, waiting for any sign of permission.
“Why are you doing this?” He was whispering as he turned to look you in your eyes, forehead nearly touching yours. He looked confused and pained and you almost felt a strange guilt as you looked at him.
“If you don’t want me to, I’ll stop.” You’d lost the purr in your voice, deadly serious as you spoke the most important words you could say to him. You were pushy and had a certain set of interests others might find disturbed, but you were absolutely not somebody who made others uncomfortable in a negative way.
“Are you just screwing with me?” He didn’t sound upset, just genuinely insecure and curious like he couldn’t understand why you would want him to be touching you.
You were pleased that despite being shy and not talking a lot, he wasn’t afraid to ask you things he found important. It reassured you that he would alert you if you pushed him too far, but you also were thrown off by his lack of self credit. Heeseung was definitely a dork and not the best in social situations, but he was stunning and sweet, not to mention large in size.
That small reminder caused you to glance down at his hand that was still on your leg, thumb just on the edge of hooking underneath your shorts. You pressed your legs together and looked back at him, noting the dark flash that passed in his eyes at the movement.
“I want you.” You spoke bluntly, not sure how else to reassure him the way he was searching for. You weren’t going to lie to him, you couldn’t sit here and tell this boy you wanted to date him and treat him good but you could definitely be honest with him and tell him why he was sat on your couch right now.
He looked at you in silence for a second like he was waiting for you to laugh or say something else, prove him right about his suspicions. When you kept your face firm and serious he sucked in a breath and nodded slowly, accepting that this was just something that was happening to him now.
You wondered for a second what type of place he’d lived before where girls didn’t find him attractive, suddenly very glad he was your brothers friend and you saw him before anybody else had the chance to corrupt his mind.
His hand was moving on it’s own now, a small burst of confidence at your blatant desire for him. He seemed unsure of his movements as his hand pushed up under the entrance to your small shorts, stopping and resting against your underwear clad hip, trapped between the two fabrics.
“Has anyone ever kissed you?” You were asking and he seemed confused that you chose to ask that instead of acknowledging him for touching you on his own. You smiled at that and noted for later use that he was searching for approval and praise.
He thought for a second and you wondered if he was considering whether or not to lie. Maybe he hadn’t caught on to your strict type yet and just figured you liked nerdy guys.
“Don’t lie to me. I don’t mind either way.” Your voice was suddenly firm at the command and then immediately softening in reassurance. It was truthfully too despite the fact you were most hopeful to him saying no.
He was shaking his head and you didn’t miss the way his eyes were stuck on your lips, hand flexing with impatience under your shorts.
“If I kiss you, you can’t ignore me anymore.” You whispered and he was nodding as you spoke. You were worried he was so eager for you to do something he wasn’t quite thinking before agreeing to things. And you meant what you said, if you kissed him it would be important to you.
“You can’t tell Jake.” He was suddenly saying and you almost laughed at the irony of him warning you not to tell your own brother, if anything it should be the other way around. You thought the fact he was seeking approval from the other boys was cute, despite it causing problems in your own desires.
He didn’t seem to appreciate the fact that you chuckled at him, frowning softly and trying to make his expression more serious. You liked the dazed out look on his face, almost like he was too drunk on touching you to think clearly. You couldn’t help yourself from surging forward and pressing your lips tightly against his.
He froze up, hand squeezing your leg now so tight it was almost painful. You didn’t expect him to know how to kiss you back but he still tried after he regained his composure, pushing his face forward into yours.
You pulled back quickly, pecking his lips three more times in small kisses in the process. Not wanting to overwhelm him, you leaned back slightly to study his expression. When his eyes fluttered back open he was looking at you with shock and excitement, not even noticing the way his hand was kneading your hip inside of your shorts.
You took a breath to prepare to ask him if that was okay when you were cut off by him leaning back into you and kissing you again.
Smiling against his lips, you brought your hands up to cup his face and try to guide him a little bit more so he wasn’t just pressing his lips against yours in a haste. Still you let him explore on his own for a bit, tilting your head back so he could push into you.
After 30 seconds of letting him get used to the feeling, you started to move your mouth against his in a smooth rhythm. He hummed, low and guttural, at the sensation of actually kissing you and in his eagerness to move forward and lean into you, his hand slipped and pressed itself directly over your core.
You both gasped into the kiss, for different reasons considering the fact he immediately lept away from you onto the other side of the couch and covered his mouth in panic and apology.
You were just opening your mouth to tell him it was alright, more than okay in your opinion, when the front door was swinging open. You immediately closed your lips in anger and frustration at the sight of your brother who was observing the situation with squinted eyes.
It definitely looked damning, your shorts were ridden up on your thigh and Heeseung was sat a few feet away panting and running a hand through his hair to try to flatten it down.
Jake gave you a knowing look, a sharp glare and your lips curled into a smirk as you shrugged at him.
——
It was a day or two later and you were stood in the center of your room, staring at yourself in the mirror and trying to decide which color bathing suit you wanted to wear.
The boys all planned to go to the beach today, one last warm weekend before the fall season started and they were jammed packed with peak football busyness. Luckily for you, despite your current silent war you were having, Jake had extended the invitation to you and Sunoo too.
“The pinks way better.” Speaking of Sunoo, he was in his usual position that he adorned anytime you were getting dressed before heading out. Laying on his stomach with his feet in the air on your bed, watching you with a keen eye and sharp opinions.
You frowned at his comment, unsure and feeling slightly insecure. Trying not to think about how strange that was for you, you nodded in confirmation and pulled shorts and a hoodie over your suit for the ride there.
By the time you got to the car you were feeling pretty awful about the days direction, knowing yourself well enough to know something as small as not feeling pretty could ruin your mood completely. You tried to keep your energy light, planning to relax once you got there and not risk ruining anybody’s else day in collateral damage.
When the van door slid open, your eyes widened upon seeing Heeseung sat in your usual seat, his expression mirroring your own.
“Hope you don’t mind Y/N.” Riki was leaning forward from the backseat and smiling brightly at you. “Thought it would be cool to kidnap the new kid.”
You didn’t say anything, eyes sliding back over to Heeseung who was looking at you with heavy awkwardness but not avoiding your eye contact. You felt lighter at the knowledge he wasn’t taking what you had said about ignoring you lightly.
Climbing into the van and towards the back seat, you and Sunoo sat beside Riki and relaxed for the rest of the ride.
You liked being in the back like this, your position giving you the perfect view of Heeseung’s side profile. He kept glancing back at you throughout the drive, looking more and more surprised that your gaze never drifted from him.
You hadn’t spoken to him since kissing him, he had immediately stood from the couch with awkward posture and shuffled off in the direction Jake was leading him, not sparing you a glance.
You’d spent that night scrolling through his socials, atleast the ones that weren’t private, and wondering if you should message him or not. That thought didn’t last long, far too out of character for you and you’d already been accidentally doing that.
Heeseung didn’t need to know you were thinking about him before you went to sleep that night and he definitely didn’t need to know that you didn’t normally kiss the boys you played with.
After you’d gotten to the beach and all the boys had dog piled their way out of the van, you tugged your shorts down uncomfortably and followed behind them at a much slower pace. You liked observing them despite your bad mood, especially the playful laughs Sunoo let out as he joked around with them.
You were so caught up in your people watching that you didn’t notice Heeseung also lagging behind until he was walking side by side with you, keeping his distance but sparing you quick glances as you walked.
It surprised you that he both wasn’t ignoring you and that he was willingly being alone with you while your brother was only a few yards in front.
A strange satisfaction ran through you and you smiled in Heeseung’s direction, brightly when his ears and cheeks flushed bright red.
After the boys had set up the blankets and chairs, they ran off towards the water and you settled into one of the plastic seats. Jay was still stood near you, applying sunscreen diligently and squinting against the bright sun.
“You should let me put some on you.” He was saying once you took off your hoodie and you scoffed without looking at him. You didn’t mind Jay despite his flirting but you had no doubt his eyes were glued to your chest as he proposed applying the sunscreen to your bare skin.
“I’m serious.” He laughed at your reaction, knowing what you were thinking. “In a friendly way, I promise.”
You looked at him now from over your sunglasses, analyzing his expression as you felt the sun heat up your exposed skin.
“Fine.” You sighed and rolled over onto your stomach so he could have easier access to your back. “But you touch me inappropriately with your grubby hands and I’ll cut them off.”
“I bet your brother would first anyways.” You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, kneeling down on the sand next to you. You heard the cap of the bottle open as he squeezed a good amount into his hands and pressed them onto your skin. “Besides, I know you have your sights set on another suitor.”
You didn’t have to ask him what he was referring to, seeing no point in playing dumb. Both Jay and you knew a very large reason you’d never responded to his advances was because your specific type, and you also both knew who happened to fit that type perfectly.
“He’s cute.” You shrugged the best you could in your position and Jay pressed his thumb into your back, a light massage now as you talked.
“Sure, if you’re into that.” He chuckled softly and you smiled even though he couldn’t see it. “Not so cute with the way he’s glaring at me right now though.”
You sat up upon hearing that, resting on your elbows and looking over your shoulder towards the water where the rest of the boys had disappeared. At first you thought Jay was just teasing until you caught sight of Heeseung and confirmed the icy stare he was directing towards the two of you.
It was so out of his usual character that you felt genuine shock wrack through you, rolling over and sitting up properly.
After a few seconds of holding eye contact with each other he was wading out of the water and heading in your direction, Jay laughed and stood up swiftly with a mumble about ‘knowing when to leave’. He passed Heeseung on his way to the water and gave him a pat on the chest that you didn’t quite understand.
When he reached where you were sitting, you felt slightly hypnotized by the way he looked. He was standing over you and blocking out the sun, hair wet and dripping onto his tight swim shirt. He almost looked angry and your eyes dropped down to his extended hand that was pointing in your direction.
“Do you want to get ice cream with me?” Despite his tense exterior, his voice still sounded the exact same, a nervous quiver making his words quiet and stuttered.
He looked relieved when you nodded and took his hand, letting him pull you up onto your feet and help steady you.
The ice cream shop was connected to the beach but a bit away in the distance, leaving you out of view from the rest of your group and a bit more private. He hadn’t spoken the entire walk there and you were beginning to worry with how tense his shoulders were, stopping him before he turned the corner and softly guiding him so his back hit the side of the building.
He looked down at you as you crowded his space, pushing against him despite how cold the wetness of his shirt felt against your bare chest.
“What’s wrong?” You looked up at him through your eyelashes and he blinked down at you, jaw twitching with how tense it was
“Why didn’t you ask me?” He responded and you felt confused for a second before understanding he was referring to Jay applying your sunscreen.
The realization that he was jealous caused a surge of excitement to pass through you and you rocked forward on your toes, pressing against him harder if that was even possible.
“You walked away and he offered.” Your lips formed a pout despite your giddiness and his eyes went from your lips down to your chest that was smushed against his front.
You felt the sudden desperation to touch him or to have him touch you, maybe even to kiss him again. You just wanted to be as close to him as humanly possible, you wanted him to call you pretty again and you weren’t quite sure what to feel about this overwhelming urge.
“Don’t be mad at me Hee.” You continued after he didn’t say anything, his eyebrows pulled forward in a confused and jealous expression. You didn’t think he was actually mad at you but you didn’t like how his face didn’t have its usual softness.
“I’m not mad, I don’t know.” He confirmed your thoughts and shook his head, eyes softening just a little when he looked down at you again.
“Are you jealous?” You pressed on the subject, having a feeling he wouldn’t admit it on his own.
“I didn’t mind it I guess… seeing him touch you.” He admitted softly and you suddenly were plagued with the thought that he might be a lot less innocent than you thought. If anything he seemed a bit curious at the thought of somebody else touching you. “I just…”
“Wanted it to be you?” You filled in the blank for him as he trailed off and he nodded after a second.
You wanted to laugh at this but you didn’t, not wanting him to get embarrassed. Yet it was almost comical that he had absolutely no idea how much more of a chance he had with you than Jay, than any of the other boys who were constantly competing for your attention.
Instead of explaining this to him, you stood up on your toes again and pulled him down for a kiss.
Your hands were in his wet hair and a sudden shudder ran through you at the way he had to bend down to reach your mouth.
He was taken off guard for a second before kissing you back, this time immediately moving his mouth against yours in a nice slow rhythm like you had shown him next time. He was a fast learner and you felt giddy at that fact.
The kiss was sweet and slow, giving him the silent reassurance he seemed to be asking for but you felt growing impatience at the pace when you realized you were completely pressed against his lean body in a state of undress, tugging on his wet hair slightly in an attempt to catch his attention.
It seemed to work because you felt his shaky hands come up and rest on your lower back, pulling you tighter against him as he breathed an unsteady gasp against your lips. You liked the way he continuously tugged you forward despite there being no way you could get any closer to him.
His hands were fast and desperate as your mouths moved with eachother, the addicting feeling of kissing you clouding his mind and helping him forget all the anxiety and uneasiness he was originally feeling in your presence.
His knees were weakening and he slid down the wall slightly, legs jutting out at the weird angle so his leg was pressed slightly between your own, he immediately stopped pulling on your figure and kissing you, glancing down at what he’d just done.
He seemed unsure about the fact his knee was now practically hovering between your legs as you kept him trapped against the brick wall.
“Heeseung.” Your breathy use of his full name caught his attention and he snapped his head up to look at you. You didn’t say anything else, just nodding your head and kissing him again.
He accepted this as a form of permission, another surge of excitement and confidence pushing him to pull you closer again. This time, because of the new position, you were practically rocking against his bent leg as you breathed into his mouth.
You tried not to think about the fact you were practically dry humping him out in public, licking into his mouth to test his reaction to you pushing the kissing even further.
He half groaned, half whimpered at the feeling and squeezed his hands that were around your waist causing you to laugh at the ticklish sensation. Your laugh was interrupted by him pushing his tongue into your mouth suddenly, trying and failing to mirror what you had just done to him. You tugged on his hair again as a sign to take it slower, giving him a soft peck before demonstrating again.
You did that a few times, licking into his mouth and kissing him open mouthed and sloppy before pulling away to catch your breath and observe his reaction.
His normally wide eyes were downturned and hazy, dark with want and excitement as he experienced this emotion he’d never felt before. He felt addicted to you and the way you were melting against him, perched on his bent knee and taking pretty little gasps for air as you tried to calm yourself down.
“Fuck.” You were breathing out in a sigh and he couldn’t help but smile slightly at your state, feeling proud he had been the one to cause it. His cheeks were still bright red and you felt the urge to kiss him again. “You sure you haven’t done that before?”
This seemed to embarrass him further and he shifted against the wall, his shirt sticking to the rough material of the brick. He was practically dry by now and your hand left his hair to drag it’s way down his chest and stomach.
You could feel the muscle tensing and flexing under your touch despite the shirt creating a barrier between your skin to his and you felt mesmerized by the smooth slope of his stomach. He seemed to be taking in your outfit now too, possibly for the first time realizing how little clothes you were wearing.
“I didn’t know what to wear.” You were breathing out, overly aware of how self conscious you’d been earlier in the day regarding your bikini. It was pink and frilly, the bottoms fabric poking out from the top of your jean shorts.
“It’s perfect.” He was whispering, eyes locked on your chest and stomach. Then he was flushing again and looking back at you, embarrassment furthering at the way you quirked your eyebrow at him. “It’s pretty I mean.”
You didn’t respond, an unfamiliar blush on your cheeks at the sincerity in his compliment. You felt slightly angry at yourself for the way his validation changed your mood in seconds.
“Are you still upset.” You eventually asked and he shifted against the wall again, hands on your back pulling you tight like he didn’t even realize he was doing it.
“Wasn’t upset.” He mumbled and shrugged, holding your eye contact for once. “He just talks about you sometimes.
This peaked your interest slightly and you cocked your head at him. You knew Jay thought you were hot and liked to mess with you to piss your brother off but you hadn’t considered the fact he might actually be voicing desires for you when you weren’t around to hear.
“What’s he say?” You questioned and Heeseung suddenly looked like he did when you first met, awkward and squeamish.
“Just..” He was mumbling and squirming against you with a frown. “Stuff he wants to do to you I guess.”
You didn’t say anything, just humming in understanding and studying his features and expression. He looked slightly pale and like he was rethinking the things his friend had said in private, jaw tensing again like it had by the water.
“Stuff like.. kissing me?” You flattened your hand on his chest as your voice turned into a low drawl. “Sticking his tongue in my mouth and letting me feel good on his thigh?”
His mouth was parting in a small breath as you kept talking, slowly understanding you were describing things you’d done with him to make a strong point.
“Let him talk.” You shrugged and kissed his jaw, taking a small step away from him afterwards. “I’ve made my choice.”
——
After ushering a flustered Heeseung back to the water, ignoring the glare from Jake at your lack of ice cream, you found yourself actually managing to have fun.
You joined in on playing with them in the water, playing chicken against Sunoo, him on Riki’s shoulders and you ontop of Heeseung’s.
His strength surprised you, winning all three rounds before you were tapping out and practically coughing out water with messy hair and a bright smile. The sun was setting by the time you all left and you liked the way he looked on the drive home far more than the trip there, eyes tired and skin tanned.
The night you were rolling around in bed again, trying not to disturb a sleeping Sunoo next to you while you locked and unlocked your phone in frustrated contemplation.
Eventually you gave in to your desire, pressing follow on Heeseung’s private instagram and immediately shutting your phone off and pressing it tight to your chest when it alerted you a request had been sent to him.
You felt incredibly stupid for acting like this and like you weren’t in control of your emotions for the first time in a very long time. You think part of you liked that factor about the types of people you normally were with, the control was completely and utterly up to you and they’d pretty much follow you into battle if you batted your eyelashes the right way.
Heeseung had a weird way of making you feel helpless, despite making no move himself to control you or the things you did, he still had an upsetting power over you that you don’t even think he realized.
Proven correct again by the way your heart surged as your phone vibrated against your chest, lifting it up and squinting at the bright screen to see he had accepted your request and followed you back.
You wondered what he was doing up this late, nearing 3am now and opened up his profile to see if he had any post. There was only a handful and you scrolled to the bottom first, studying a pretty photo of a dog in a window without a caption.
The next three post were also pretty simple, photos of sunsets and a guitar leaning against a wall that you assumed was in his room. The four most recent were what caught you attention, actually featuring him and other people unlike the other ones which seemed more atmosphere focused.
You smiled softly at the photo of him and your brother, Jake in his football uniform with black paint smeared across his face as he appeared mid yell with an arm around Heeseung’s shoulder. You noted the camera around Heeseung’s neck and realized you had been right about Jake lying and he wasn’t actually on the football team, just working with them.
The fondness you felt looking at the photo was followed by a pang of guilt as you looked at the next one, another photo with Jake but this time with the rest of the boys as well.
Heeseung was in the middle of the mirror selfie with a bright smile on his face, one you hadn’t seen and the other boys were crowding around him in different poses. You opened the comments to see them having various discussions, but all for the most part, praising Heeseung for taking a photo of his face and posting it.
The final two made your breath catch in your throat, considering the fact you were in both of them.
You weren’t sure when he had taken the first one, a photo of you lazily strewn in the plastic chair at the beach. You were adjusting your sunglasses and mid laugh at something that, you assume Sunoo, was saying off in the distance.
It must’ve been some time after your water fights considering your hair was wet across your shoulders and you weren’t wearing the shorts you had been before. The sun was cascading prettily and you don’t remember if it was actually that beautiful out or if he had edited the photo expertly.
You’d always been aware of the fact that people found you pretty, having heard it pretty much your entire life even when you didn’t quite believe it or know how to respond. You’re sure nowadays people found it as a negative thing, thinking you were too full of yourself when you fluffed your perfectly crafted hair or conceited in the way you constantly reapplied mascara and lipgloss. But for the first time in your entire life, staring at this photo he’d taken of you, you thought you looked beautiful.
You liked it hesitantly, scrolling up to see the second and final one of you.
You’d seen him take this one, it was right after he’d taken a few of Jake and Jay as they dried off and joked around with each other and then he was turning the camera towards you.
A smile spread across your face making your cheeks hurt as you looked at it. You were staring at the camera with a shocked look on your cheery face, a peace sign held up in a blur of movement from your fast attempt at a pose before he clicked the button.
These ones didn’t have any captions either but something about him picking two photos of you from all the ones you’d seen him taking today made your heart race in a way that made you slightly queasy. He was continuing to surprise you and more noticeably, making you surprise yourself.
“Can you shut that shit off?” Sunoo’s groggy voice was immediately snapping you out of your little dream like thought process, the brightness of your screen waking him up.
“I think I like him.” You let your words hang in the darkness, not liking the way he fell completely silent at your whispered statement.
“That’s new.” He eventually breathed out and you heard him turn onto his side, trying to look at you in the darkness. You were laying flat on your back and staring up at the ceiling in contemplation. There was some left over glow in the dark stars from a middle school sleepover the two of you had.
“Yeah.” You breathed out in response. “Well.. goodnight.”
——
By the time you had finally woken up, eyes peeling open with a groan, Sunoo was already up and out of bed. You could hear him off somewhere in your house, laughing loudly at something.
You frowned and checked the time, noting the two notifications underneath the numbers alerting you it was already past noon.
Jake was one of the notification banners, sending you a message to announce the fact he was having a party tonight. Your frown deepened as you read that. Your weekends were usually filled with bouncing from different houses with each other but it was rare you held one at home.
The other notification changed your mood, seeing that Heeseung had seemingly liked every single one of your instagram post while you had been sleeping.
You smiled to yourself giddily at the thought of him scrolling through your page, without thinking you were pressing the ‘message’ tab on his page and typing.
y/n : hi
heeseung : Hey
y/n : woah that was fast
heeseung : Sorry
heeseung : Should I wait a bit
You laughed out loud at the fact he was somehow able to be more awkward over text than he already was in person, a fondness settling in your tired head.
y/n : will i see u tonight?
A few seconds passed without a response despite the little words under your message letting you know he had read it immediately, most likely sitting with your chat open similarly to how you were with his.
heeseung : I’m actually already here… downstairs to be specific
y/n : will u come up here?
You sent the message before you thought about it and you watched his activity status turn off after he read your message.
You immediately panicked and sat up swiftly, you hadn’t even considered the fact you were freshly woken up and he had never seen you in any state of slightly natural, suddenly overwhelming insecure of how you looked.
Before you had a chance to get out from under the covers or look in the mirror, soft knocks on your door were making you freeze and hold your breath.
You felt ridiculous once Heeseung poked his head inside your door, his big round eyes brightening when he saw you sat up with your blankets covering your lap. He looked excited to see you and you quickly forgot about your appearance or what he might’ve been thinking at the sight of you. He clearly was happy to see you.
“Hey.” He breathed out, sliding through a small gap in your door and softly closing it behind him. You wondered if he gave Jake an excuse for leaving or just hoped he wouldn’t notice his absence.
“Hi.” You smiled warmly at him and patted the side of your bed that was empty, where Sunoo had been sleeping a few hours before. He glanced at you in confusion for a second before hesitantly walking closer to your bed and slowly lowering himself onto it.
It creaked underneath his weight and you laughed softly at his slow movements, lifting the blankets once he was sat down and tossing them over his lap so you were both halfway underneath the covers.
“Are we taking a nap?” He was whispering in a joking tone and you briefly acknowledged the fact he was a lot more casual around you in terms of saying things on his mind.
You were a bit nervous about this change in pacing between the two of you. Maybe he had come up to your room expecting something similar to your past interactions, maybe he was even disappointed as he laid next to you in your warm bed with no sign of your usual devil horns peeking through.
“Is that okay?” Even when unsure of yourself, you liked to remain blunt and honest.
He looked at you for a few beats, eyes warm and knowing like he had somehow figured out your insecurity. Then he was nodding and laying back against the pillow, outstretching an arm onto yours so when you laid down, it’d be against him and not your fabric.
You curled against his side and silently appreciated him for not saying anything, drinking in his silence and resting your head on his chest so you could listen to his heartbeat.
Surprisingly, it was still racing just as fast as it normally was despite only laying in bed with you. He was showing no signs of nervousness or anxiety, or maybe you were still half asleep and were just failing to pick up on his usual signs.
“Are you nervous?” You whispered for some reason and he tightened his arm around you, rubbing your back slowly and uncertainly.
“I’m always nervous I think.” He was whispering back and you almost laughed at the drama of it all. “Especially around you.”
You hummed softly, your hand coming up to rest against his stomach so you could feel his inhales better. He was wearing a white tshirt and you could feel his muscles tensing at your touch.
“Because I’m pretty?” You tried not to sound desperate when you asked, not wanting him to think you were fishing for compliments. You just wanted to hear him say it for some reason.
“Yeah, you’re pretty.” He seemed to always know what you were thinking, immediately fulfilling your request despite the blush it brought to his cheeks. “And you’re nice to me.”
This caught your attention more than the first part, although that also undeniably made your face flush. You weren’t quite sure you’d be at all nice to him, sure you hadn’t made a fool out of him or completely ignored him but you were genuinely taken back by the fact he thought you were nice.
You’d heard charming, alluring and even, at times, manipulatively sweet but it was rare somebody told you they thought you were kind.
“Why wouldn’t I be nice to you?” You pushed forward in your low spoken questioning, liking the vulnerability this position gave you. You were the closest you’ve ever been but you couldn’t see each others faces, making it easier to speak freely.
You felt his body move in what, you could only assume, was a small shrug. His hand stopped moving on your back and you shifted closer to him, frowning slightly at his sudden silence.
“You’re nice too.” You decided to say eventually, feeling embarrassed at the openness.
“I’m sure everybody’s nice to you.” He was slowly sounding more tired and you wanted to sit up and shake him awake so you could keep talking. “It must be hard not to be.”
You didn’t like the way he said that, like you were somebody deserving of good treatment all the time. You suddenly felt a pang of guilt at the reminder of who you were, why he was even in your bed in the first place.
“It’s different.” You said instead, not wanting to give those nasty thoughts too much attention. “You’re actually nice. Not because you want to sleep with me or get close to my brother.”
“I think sleeping with you would solidify me never being close to your brother again.” You could hear the smile in his voice and you laughed against his chest. He seemed looser when he was tired and you wanted to ask him all the things he’d normally be too shy to say out loud.
A minute passed in the silence and you realized through the soft rise and fall of his stomach that he had fallen asleep, arm limp in it’s place on your side.
You tried not to think about any of the things bothering you despite Sunoo’s voice in your head reminding you that your normal habits were immoral. Focusing in instead on the soft beat of Heeseung’s heart, you let yourself fall back asleep against him.
——
By the time you woke up again, even more groggy and out of it than you had been the first time, you could tell it was later in the day.
The soft blue haze of the sun setting was filling up your room and you almost started to stretch like normal before remembering you hadn’t fallen asleep alone, sitting up slightly in confusion at the lack of company in your bed.
Heeseung wasn’t there anymore and the blankets were messy like he had left in a hurry. You waited for a few seconds to listen in for him, maybe in your connected bathroom a few feet away but after not hearing anything and feeling the fact the bed was cold on his side you figured he had left some time ago.
You weren’t mad at him considering the fact the party had probably begun to start by now, you sleeping most the day away after having such a long night, but you couldn’t help but feel disappointed that he hadn’t left a note or sent a text.
You immediately felt stupid for thinking like this considering he was most likely just downstairs with the other boys and it wasn’t like he went home in the middle of the night, he knew he’d see you even if he left. It wasn’t like you to act like this over a boy and it would’ve been more frustrating and worrisome if he wasn’t so kind and gentle with you.
Finally climbing out of bed, you dressed yourself in a skirt and a hoodie before fixing your hair and applying some mascara. They were most likely pregaming by now, maybe a few early stragglers stopping by to get ahold of the best drinks before they were gone. But you didn’t really feel the need to overdo your appearance like you typically did, feeling more comfortable since it was held at your house and you could always come and change if the situation called for it.
You were leaving your room and making your way to the stairs when you heard unfamiliar laughs and voices coming from the living room.
Pausing against the railing, you froze and listened in to what they were saying once you heard your name from one of their mouths.
“I mean you have to tell us dude, she has to be good considering how much she’s ran through.” One of the boys from the football team was talking and you could practically hear the smile in his voice.
You weren’t sure who he was talking to but it didn’t bother you much considering you’d heard it before, rumors from classmates and name calling from boys who were mad you had turned them down.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” This definitely bothered you. Heeseung’s sweet nervous voice was floating up the stairs and you heard the other boys started laughing again at the way his voice shook.
“C‘mon man, I totally saw you leaving her room earlier when Sim called.” Another boy was speaking now and you wondered how many were down there and why your brother wasn’t with Heeseung.
You considered marching down there and dragging Heeseung away from the teasing, but you figured that would only put him in a worse spot. You didn’t mind anybody knowing you were doing things with him but you knew he was serious about Jake not finding out.
“Why would I fuck her?” Heeseung was talking again and your heart dropped at his tone of voice, almost sounding disgusted by the idea. “Like you said, she’s ran through.”
You didn’t hear anything else after that, ears deafening once the boys started to laugh and seemingly smack his back in approval for his harsh words against you. Your throat felt hot with embarrassment and panic was filling up your chest and head.
“Y/N? What are you doing up there?” Jake’s concerned voice filtered through and you looked down through the gaps in the banister, seeing him having just walked through the door with groceries bags dangling from his arm.
Your teary eyes shuffled over towards Heeseung and the football players to see him standing completely rigid as he looked up at you, Jake calling attention to you and your hiding place.
There was no use in pretending you hadn’t heard what he said, your expression betraying you and making it extremely obvious.
You were turning around and darting back into your room, slamming the door and throwing yourself onto your bed in a sob. Burying your face into the pillow, you groaned in frustration at the fact it smelled like Heeseung and you threw it onto the floor.
You’ve heard these things before, even worse at times but for some reason hearing him say it felt like the worst thing possible.
It was the scariest thing in the world, the way you felt about him so soon, but for once you were finding yourself liking the loss of control. It felt safe and comfortable, completely opposing how it normally felt.
You weren’t sure if he actually thought those things about you or if he was just trying to douchebag his way out of an awkward conversation but it didn’t matter to you regardless, his voice looping in your head with that unfamiliar tone.
A vibration under your stomach was causing you to pick up your sniffly face, eyes squinted with tears as you shuffled around to try to find your abandoned phone you were apparently smothering.
When you finally managed to feel it against your wandering hand you saw a few different text chain alerts.
One from Sunoo, asking if you were okay and if he could come up or if you wanted some space. Another was from Jake again, double texting to ask a similar thing followed by telling you he’d cancel the party if you wanted him to.
You responded to them both quickly, telling Sunoo you were okay and you’d talk to him later and letting Jake know you didn’t care about the party you’d just stay in your room.
The third message was from Heeseung’s instagram account but you didn’t look at it, shutting off your screen and yelling into your blanket.
You thought for just a second about getting up out of your bed and putting on your best outfit, going down to join the party and acting like Heeseung hadn’t affected you as much as he did.
But that was the thing you liked most about him. You didn’t feel the need to play this character or hide behind an emotionless mask.
Instead you spent the rest of the night in that same position, listening to the music gradually get louder as more and more people filled into your house. You almost wanted to laugh at the irony of you, a complete party goer with a carefree lifestyle, hiding from an exciting night just a few feet away.
Hours were passing like that, your mind racing with thoughts of what they could be doing down there. You wondered if Heeseung wanted to follow you up here but was too shy or if he had no plans of coming at all. You curled into a ball on your side.
Eventually you let yourself fall asleep again, body feeling heavy and exhausted from crying and overthinking. You couldn’t have been asleep long before you were waking up again to soft knocks against your door, you frowned deeply and ignored them.
You figured it was some drunken idiot, maybe a couple looking for a room to hook up in and you didn’t have the energy to tell them to go away so you just laid there in silence and hope they didn’t try to turn your unlocked doorknob. That hope didn’t last long before you heard the soft rattle of the metal, the knob squeaking as it twisted and your door was pushed open just a sliver.
Nobody came through it at first, like they were waiting for a reaction from you, and then Heeseung’s head was poking through it just how it did this morning.
The scene was a direct replay but the mood was completely flipped now, his face lacking any sign of a warm smile and instead looking startled at the fact you were awake and looking at him coming into your room.
“Were you hoping I was asleep so you could just leave?” You looked away from him as you spoke, rolling back onto your stomach to try to look less pathetic and more casual.
He didn’t say anything, coming into your room considering the fact you hadn’t screamed at him to get out, and closing the door behind him.
“I wanted to talk to you.” He was stuttering and you had a feeling he was wringing his hands together but he sounded sure of himself.
You sighed and turned your head to look at him from your spot on the bed. He was awkwardly hovering next to the bed and looking at you, face crumpling with guilt when he saw your puffy eyes and red cheeks.
“Or I can just suck your dick and you can go and rate it on a scale of 1-10 for the entire school body.”
His eyebrows furrowed at your sarcasm and he slowly sat on your bed, keeping his distance and barely resting against the edge of it.
“That’s not funny.” He shook his head as he spoke, his back was towards you but he was looking over his shoulder at you.
“It seemed to be earlier.” That was slightly unfair of you considering he hadn’t been laughing with them earlier from what you could tell but his harsh words had been replaying in your mind for hours and you weren’t feeling the most gentle towards him.
“They just got in my head I don’t know.” He was still shaking his head and pressing his hands tightly against his knees. “They kept talking about what you do and I just wanted it to be different.”
“It is different.” You were cutting him off and his jaw twitched slightly. He didn’t seem to know how to explain himself properly and he was digging himself a bigger hole. “I thought what we were doing was different.”
“How?” He was turning more so he could look at you more directly, eyebrows furrowed in an angry expression you hadn’t seen before. “What’s different about this? Jake told me the same thing when I first got here, I know you’re just going to drop this once it’s over.”
“Everything is different about this.” You sat up now, perched on your knees and leaning forward on your hands for emphasis. “I’m not going to sit here and feel bad about my sex life because of your ego Heeseung.”
His face dropped and he shook his head. You knew he wasn’t like that and he wasn’t directly shaming you for being experienced, he was just insecure and didn’t know how to express it. But that wasn’t an excuse for the things he had said about you.
“If you want to hide… whatever this is than fine that’s your choice.” Your voice wavered as you said it, the thought stinging slightly of him being ashamed to be with you. “You could have lied or brushed them off but you chose to insult me and say horrible things.”
His face was softening again in guilt and you were slightly confused before you realized you were crying again. He seemed to lean forward without realizing it and you sat back up on your knees to keep distance between you.
“I’m sorry.” He looked and sounded genuine and you wanted to believe he was but you had also never thought he’d be capable of something like that, so maybe you were trusting him too blindly.
“You made it sound disgusting.” You spat the final word out, face curling in a hurt sob and then he was pulling you into a tight hug, falling forward on your knees and crashing into his chest.
You wanted to be able to push him off of you and tell him to leave your room, leave your house better yet, but you couldn’t help wrapping your arms around his neck and crying into the same soft shirt you’d been sleeping peacefully on a few hours ago.
“It’s not disgusting.” His voice was causing his chest to vibrate and you could feel his heartbeat against your cheek. “I’m such an idiot and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with being with you.”
He sounded the most confident you’d heard him, voice lacking its usual quiver and stutter other than the heavy weight of emotion behind his statement.
“You’re right, it was a total ego thing. I didn’t understand why somebody as confident and pretty as you would be interested in me.” He continued on and you wanted to interrupt and dispute his negative claims against himself but you decided to let him finish since he, for once, seemed sure in his words.
“I like spending time with you even if it hasn’t been that long.” You sniffled as he spoke and burrowed into his chest so he knew you were still listening. “Even if Jake tackles me next time he sees me.”
You laughed at that and you felt him rest his chin on top of your head. You were still upset but his words were helping and you wanted to believe him, you were just contemplating if it was worth abandoning the techniques you’d been using to avoid getting hurt like this.
“Maybe I should have asked you on a date before trying to put my fingers in your mouth.” You were whispering against his chest and he barked a laugh at your sudden blunt joke.
Neither of you said anything after that, letting each other think over the situation and sit in a tight hug, you practically in his lap now. You felt a strange tug at your heart regarding the fact there was complete innocence between you despite the compromising position.
“Is this a bad time to ask you on a date then?” He eventually was whispering above your head and you smiled softly into his shirt.
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wlntrsldler · 1 month
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blurb based on this post.
pre-claiming, pre-betrayal, luke castellan x poseidon!reader, fluff.
while i bathe in cliffside pools with my calamitous love and insurmountable grief.
“rumor has it, capture the flag is coming up,” luke said. he was ripping blades of grass from beside him as his head laid on your stomach. he was facing the blue sky, letting the droplets of water roll off his bare skin.
you’d just emerged from your impromptu dip in the lake to escape the growing heat of summer. you had his camp shirt on top of your body, finding the faint scent of his cologne on the neckline of the shirt comforting. “already? they’re really trying to get us at each other’s throats as soon as possible.”
“yeah,” he scoffed. he rolled his head to face you. “it’s beth’s turn to come up with a strategy.”
there was pride in his eyes, like there always was when he talked about annabeth. you wondered if you had the same sparkle when you talked about her too. it was hard not to be proud of annabeth. after all, you’d known her since she was seven, when you, luke, and thalia found her wandering alone.
you tried not to think of those days too much. those days were painful and lonely; unfair that children were left to fend for themselves. even though you and luke were the oldest of the bunch, you were still just fourteen. at fourteen, you should’ve been dreading the perils of freshman year of high school, not wondering if you’d be fortunate enough to reach sixteen.
“how’s percy holding up?” you asked. your fingers tugged on a strand of hair that was bouncing back into his usual curls. you felt luke soften at your touch.
“he’s doing okay,” luke answered after a beat. “as well as anyone would be after finding out.”
“he’s a tough one, i can tell,” you replied. you attempted to move your hand from luke’s hair, but he held it in place. you complied, starting to rub his scalp. “has he been claimed yet?”
“no, he hasn’t.”
the topic of being claimed was a touchy subject for you as an unclaimed child. the first few months at camp, you had your hopes that your time was coming soon. your godly parent had to claim you eventually, right? but as the months turned into a year and a year turned into five, you lost all hope. somewhere along the way, you convinced yourself that you made peace with it.
luke, on the other hand, never did. there were many things he hated about the gods. most of it were general things that made sense; neglecting their children, having them do their dirty work, making them go on dangerous quests where they’re likely to get killed; but the thing that he hated them for the most was that they made you feel unworthy of being acknowledged.
to everyone else at camp, they saw you as someone who beat the odds despite not knowing who your godly parent was. you became a skilled swordsman, coming second only to luke, skilled at archery, and such an incredible leader, but luke didn’t attribute that to your godly parent. he attributed that to your character. your greatness had nothing to do with the gods.
but luke also knew you better than anyone else. he knew that even though you acted like you didn’t care about being claimed, there was still a part of you that stayed fourteen, that stayed hopeful, that one day your parent would claim you.
luke let his lips linger on your hipbone, a reminder that he was still there, as if trying to convince you that while your parent didn’t care enough to claim you, he did. he would shout it from every rooftop, if he could. in fact, on the trip to olympus, he stood at the top of the empire state building and declared his love for you.
chiron, who was forced to discipline him for his antics, banned him for getting dessert for two weeks, but sent you a sly wink as he was telling luke his punishment. you didn’t comment about how you managed to be given two desserts ‘accidentally’ everyday during luke’s punishment.
“we should probably head back soon,” you mumbled, though you made no effort to get up. luke snuggled deeper into you from where he laid. “it’s almost dinner.”
“yeah,” luke sighed. “you’re probably right.”
neither of you made it to dinner, but grover managed to sneak the both of you a handful of strawberries to eat.
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i-hate-people-1 · 1 month
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~Mid to West~
Eddie Munson x Henderson reader road trip AU
Pairing:Eddie Munson x Henderson reader
Warnings:none
Words: 1,800
A/N: Had this idea a while ago finally decided to write it down.
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Dustin wanted something; you knew it. He’d been doing your chores, letting you use the bathroom to get ready in the mornings without complaining, letting you take the first shower, folding your laundry, which he knew you hated doing.
You hadn’t said anything, not one to look at a gift horse in the mouth. However, it finally came to a head when Dustin came into your room with this morning tray in hand (the one your mom always used to bring you breakfast in bed on your birthdays or when you were sick). a bowl of honey nut Cheerios, a glass of orange juice, and a bowl of mixed fruit sit on top of it.
“I made you breakfast,” he said as he walked to you.
You gave him a strange look as he sat it on your nightstand. It was the weekend, so you had just been lounging around reading your new book since you woke up. “Why?” You finally asked, sitting up against your headboard, taking the food and starting to eat, still looking at him quizzically.
“What can’t a little brother just do something nice for his older sister, whom he loves so much?” Dustin defended unconvincingly.
"Yeah, they can, but you don’t,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Come on out with it, shitbird, you wait much longer. I’ll have finished my food, and you’ll have to wait till you can make a whole other meal,” you joked, popping a grape into your mouth.
"Alright, fine,” Dustin sighed, sitting on the edge of your bed. “I do want something, and I want you to really think about it before you say no.” He trailed off, avoiding your gaze.
“Okay?” You egged, kicking his shoulder lightly, ready for him to get on with it.
"Well, you know how summer break starts next week, and I’ve outgrown science camp, and there’s no way mom would let me fly. You know how much planes scare her, and Susie’s parents wouldn’t let her either, but Mom would probably let me if you went to and drove me." Dustin paused, seeing the confusion on your face. “Would you take me on a road trip to Utah to visit Susie over the summer? Well, not the whole summer, but while it’s happening." Dustin finished rambling, looking at you hopefully with his best puppy dog eyes.
"Ugh,” you groaned. "Really, Utah, come on, it’s like the asscrack of America.”
“No, I’m pretty sure that’s Florida.”
“I don’t even have a car; how are we going to get there?” You asked, both loving and hating, the way your little brother's eyes lit up.
“Don’t even worry about that; I’ve got it covered. Is that a yes?” He asked far too excited at 8:30 in the morning.
“It’s a yes if you can find us a car and somehow convince Mom to let us go,” you told him, condescendingly.
“Yes! Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you; you're the best sister ever!” Dustin exclaimed, hugging you tightly.
"Yeah, yeah,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes as you tussled his hair. “I know, and don’t you forget it.”
***
That’s how Dustin found himself here, cleaning up after hellfire, about to ask Eddie if he’d be willing to drop his summer plans to drive him and his sister to Utah so he could see his girlfriend.
By some miracle, Dustin had convinced his overprotective mother to let him go, and Eddie was the last piece of the puzzle. Well, at least his van was deciding that even if it wasn’t the most reliable, it was the most spacious, meaning you’d have to spend less money on motels along the way, and you could fit more people, Lucas and Steve, on the top of his list to invite once he got the older boy to agree to this somewhat questionable plan.
“You’re oddly quiet, Henderson. What’s going on in the ginormous head of yours?” Eddie asked teasingly as he packed up his dice and began sliding his books into the book bag he’d had since his freshman year.
“What are your plans for the summer?” Dustin blurted it out, unable to keep it in any longer.
"Umm, I don’t know. Maybe plan a new campaign. I'm going to try to deal at some of the parties and make some extra cash. You know, I really enjoyed my last summer before I’m hurdled into a life of adulthood,” Eddie said, shrugging and throwing his bag over his shoulder. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m ecstatic about finally graduating, but now I have to actually grow up. It's a bummer." Eddie sighed jokingly, getting ready to lock up. They had one more hellfire meeting before school was over; it was all oddly emotional for him.
“Well, how fun does a road trip to Utah with your favorite little buddy sound for summer plans?” Dustin propositioned himself, smiling hopefully at him.
“Like actual hell,” the older boy deadpanned, walking out of the old drama room.
"Oh, come on, please, it’ll be fun, I promise, and me and Y/N really need your van,” Dustin pleaded, following after him.
“Y/N will be there?” Eddie asked, stopping in his tracks and smiling brightly when Dustin nodded. "Well, why didn’t you say so sooner? Utah sounds great!” Eddie exclaimed.
"Really, you only want to go for my sister?” Dustin asked with mock sadness in his voice.
“No Dustin I only want to go for your hot sister,” Eddie paused, laughing at the way Dustin’s nose wrinkled in disgust at his words. "Besides, you only want me to go for my van,” Eddie pointed out as they began walking to the parking lot.
“Fair enough,” Dustin shrugged, walking beside him.
“So where’s Utah, like Canada or something?”
“Oh my god,” Dustin mumbled, shaking his head, already regretting asking him to come.
***
After a week of anticipation a graduation ceremony where you, Robin, Eddie, and Nancy walked the stage and a lot of time spent making Eddie look at a map, it was finally time for your trip to begin. Dustin had been practically bouncing off the walls all morning, and he was excited to spend what you had calculated to be almost 23 hours in a car, not including stops.
Somehow, you ended up with six people coming on your little road trip: Eddie, Dustin, Steve, Robin, and Lucas.
Lucky for you, the Wheelers already had plans to visit the Byers, so you didn’t have to shove two more in there, and Max was going to summer camp.
You could practically hear when Eddie pulled into your street loud vehicle blasting music and erratic driving, doing nothing to keep him stealthy.
“Are you sure you guys really want to go?” Your mother asked you for the hundredth time. “Maybe you should stay.”
Dustin threw his head back, dramatically letting out a groan. “Come on, Mom, we talked about this. We’re going to be fine. You’ve got to give Dusty Buns a little freedom, plus I’ll be with him the whole time.” You paused walking over to Dustin, who was giving your mom puppy dog eyes, pinching his chin in between your fingers. “Besides, who could say no to this face?” you coed, knowing that as overprotective as she was, she had a hard time telling him no.
"Okay, okay, just be careful and call me,” she conceited, pulling you both in for a hug that you gladly returned as Eddie stopped his van. “I love you both; be careful,” your mom said, finally heading inside after one more hug for the both of you.
"Alright, come on guys, we’ve still got two more stops,” Eddie yelled from the van.
“Come on, DustyBuns, your damsel awaits,” you said, ruffling his hair and walking to the van.
***
After a few hiccups, I.E. Steve packing everything he owned you were finally on your way out of Hawkins Eddie driving you sitting shotgun with Dustin Steve Robin and Lucas in the back.
“I can’t believe this was the best way to spend my summer,” Robin groaned.
"Oh, come on, you guys, stop acting like we’re not going to have a blast,” Dustin said. "Besides, we’re already out of Hawkins, so you’re stuck,” he told you guys, mockingly pointing at the leaving Hawkins/Hell sign.
“Oh yeah, I guess we are,” Eddie said, distractedly casually flipping the bird to the sign as you passed it. “I guess you can probably come out now, red,” Eddie said, making everyone look at him in confusion.
“Finally!” You heard making all of you jump and shriek as you saw a figure jump out of the pile of blankets sitting in the corner of the van.
“Maxine Mayfield, what the fuck are you doing here?!” Steve yelled, clutching a hand to his chest.
"Yeah, she’s supposed to be at summer camp,” you scolded, seeing the smirk grow on Eddie’s face.
"Oh, come on, sweetheart, I couldn’t let one of my sheepies rot while we had all the fun,” he said, wiping the smirk off his face to pout at you comically.
"Yeah, Eddie was just helping me,” Max said, working her way to the front of the van and joining Eddie in looking at you pitifully. “Please don’t tell my mom I want to spend the summer with you guys.”
"Yeah, come on, doll, can we keep her?” Eddie asked hopefully.
"Yeah, let her stay,” Dustin and Lucas said, joining the side of Eddie and Max.
"Yeah, come on, we could use another girl." Robin joined in, leaving only you and Steve.
“Aww, what the hell, yeah, let’s let her stay,” and now you’ve lost Steve too.
“Please?” Max said one last time you looked at the whole van teaming up on you, eyes wide and sad as they waited for your answer.
And you almost held your ground until you looked at Eddie, his big brown eyes peering into your soul. His bottom lip jutted out.
"Fine,” you sighed, making the whole van erupt in cheers.
“Thank you, thank you,” Max said, hugging you.
“You’re really the best!” Dustin Lucas Robin and Steve all cheered one after the other as they went to talk amongst themselves, happy to have added a member to the group.
“Thank you, you’re my hero, princess." Eddie’s words caught your attention, finding his eyes already on you and smiling brightly.
"Oh, shut up,” you laughed, rolling your eyes as your face flushed at the nickname “And look at the road before you kill us all.” You finished pushing his chin to make him look at the road as you both laughed.
“Alright, road trip, baby, let’s go!” Eddie yelled, making the van erupt in cheers once more. You joined them this time, happy to be spending the summer with people you cared about.
Boy, were you guys in for it…
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lunarbuck · 10 months
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In Our Element (College!Stucky x f!reader)
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pairing: college!stucky x f!reader (any race)
wc: 3.4k
summary: A camping trip with your friends leads to more than you bargained for
warnings: friends to lovers, oral (f and m receiving), smut (p in v, p in a), threesome, polyamory, MMF relationship
a/n: thank you @flordeamatista for hyping this fic up and for daydreaming with me <3 i hope you guys enjoy!!
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You practically moan as you toss your backpack to the ground at the top of the bluff. Bucky laughs, following your lead. The camping trip was Steve’s idea, so of course, he didn’t have any trouble with the hike up the bluff or with the heavy backpack. He practically skipped the whole way here.
He gives you a bright smile as he unclips the tent from the bottom of his pack. “You two gonna help me or am I on my own here?” He asks, spreading out the tarp. Bucky rolls his eyes but helps out his friend.
In an effort to be somewhat helpful, you decide to start gathering wood for the fire. Even though your legs feel noodly and it’s way hotter than you thought it would be, you’re still happy to be here. The three of you will start your 4th and final year of college in just a few weeks; it feels surreal. 
You’ve known Steve and Bucky since freshman year and it’s crazy to think that at the end of this school year, the three of you won’t necessarily be in the same place anymore. Both the boys will probably get shipped out after graduation and you haven’t quite decided what’s next for you. 
It’s not very easy to force yourself to stop thinking about it, but when you haul back your arm full of firewood and see Bucky and Steve bickering about the tent, it all seems to fade away. You dump the wood and dig out a fire pit, trying to remember your firemaking skills from girl scouts.
It takes you a few tries and way more matches than Troupe Leader Nicols would have approved of, but eventually, you have a fire. The boys manage to get the tent up without killing each other, and this place is starting to come together. 
 “Look at you go, angel.” Bucky starts pulling the food out of his pack, laying it out so he can start cooking. Even though you’ve known him for three years, you haven’t quite gotten used to how tall Bucky is. Steve too, honestly. They’re both built like goddamned brick walls and even when Bucky is sitting beside you, he isn’t even eye level.
Now you won’t beat around the bush. Bucky is incredibly easy on the eyes. Especially with the firelight flickering in his deep blue eyes. His brown hair is swept up off his forehead in a carelessly sexy way that makes you want to scream, but you keep it contained. It’s never been like that between the two of you. He’s always kept his conquests out of your friendship, opting to give you bare-bone details about his casual hookups. 
It’s the same with Steve. You watch him as he walks toward the fire, a soft smile on his lips. He’s beautiful, you’ve thought so since the moment you laid eyes on him. He’s always watching out for you, making sure you’re doing okay, checking in. He makes butterflies burst in your heart every time he comes around.
“Thanks for doing this,” Steve says, sitting beside you. Bucky arranges the little tin foil packets on the hot stones, a pleasant smile on his face. “I’m happy the three of us could finally get out here. We’ve been wanting to show you this place for a while.” 
Your heart warms at his words. Steve and Bucky are your best friends, they’ve been there for you through all the ups and down college has thrown at you. You’re not sure you would’ve survived without them. Part of you feels guilty for developing feelings for them, for the fact that you want more when they’ve already given you everything.
“I’m glad you invited me,” you reply, nudging Steve with your shoulder. “This is perfect.” The glow from the fire softens his usual sharp, classically charming features, and you feel yourself melt at the sight of them. Behind him, the sun is setting, painting the sky with bright oranges and pinks, and everything feels so… right. 
Once the food is warmed up, Bucky passes everything out and you all dig in. Conversation flows easily between the three of you, reminiscing and laughing about the past, and before you know it, the stars are shining in the sky. 
“It’s so clear up here,” Bucky mumbles, tilting his chin to stare at the constellations. “Can never see this many stars in the city.” You follow his line of sight and find his eyes tracing the outline of Hercules. 
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many,” you whisper. “It’s beautiful.” Bucky turns, grinning down at you. Suddenly, it feels like there’s no air. The way he’s looking at you sends shivers down your spine.
“You’re beautiful, angel.” Your lips part on a gasp, mind spinning.
“Bucky.” You can barely hear your voice when you speak. He just smirks and flicks his eyes behind you to where Steve is watching silently. You quickly turn to him, heat flooding your body.
“S’mores?” He asks, not appearing fazed by the moment between you and Bucky. You watch him arrange the s’mores materials and hand out sticks to roast marshmallows as if nothing happened.
“Steve, I–” He just smiles and shakes his head a little as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. You shake it off, taking the stick from Steve and roasting a marshmallow. You stare at the flames, feeling off-kilter from the heated moment with Bucky. You don’t want to hurt Steve, you care so much about him. You couldn’t ever pick between the two of them, your feelings equally strong for both men. You don’t want him to feel like you’ve chosen Bucky over him.
Before your marshmallow has a chance to light on fire, you pull it away from the flames and make your s’more. The chocolate melts in your mouth and you grin; s’mores could probably solve all your problems. 
You feel fingers turning your chin and suddenly you’re back face-to-face with Bucky. “You’ve got a little somethin’ here, angel,” he whispers. His thumb gently rubs against the corner of your mouth as he slowly leans toward you. When he’s just inches away, his lips tip up into his signature smirk, before closing the distance and pressing a kiss to your lips. He’s kissing you softly, but there’s so much passion in it. Bucky’s hand cups your face while his metal fingers rest on your waist, holding you steady. 
You lean into his kiss, head buzzing. You’ve wanted this for years, since the first time you met him, and now it’s happening. But you can’t forget that Steve is beside you, watching. Watching his best friend kiss you right in front of him. That’s what makes you pull away.
“So fuckin’ sweet,” Bucky says, thumb tracing over your lips. 
“Language.” Steve’s scolding tone is also a teasing one, and you turn to find him watching you and Bucky with hooded eyes. He reaches out, placing a hand on your leg. His palm is warm against your skin but you still shiver at that contact.
“Stevie,” you whisper. He nods, shifting closer until he can lean his forehead against yours. 
“You’re beautiful, angel.” When he kisses you, he tastes sweet like the s’more and smells smokey from the fire. His hand rests on your hip opposite from where Bucky’s is, and the feeling of both of them touching you at the same time sends you spinning. Never, in any of the scenarios you’d thought up did they both want you, let alone at the same time. Sure, you’ve fantasized about it, dreamed about it, but you didn’t think it’d ever happen. 
Bucky’s hands find your shoulders, grazing your neck. You feel him lean down and press his lips to the sensitive spot beneath your jaw and you groan into Steve’s kiss. Heat builds between the three of you, a sense of urgency you’ve never felt before.
“You’re perfect,” Bucky says into your skin, sucking gentle marks in places that make you see stars. “Our perfect little angel.” Steve pulls away, placing a gentle kiss on your nose, and you look between the two men, stunned.
“I never thought…” your voice fades as you lose yourself in both of them. 
“Never thought what?” Steve prompts, trailing across your face.
“Never thought that you two would feel this way for me.” Bucky chuckles, still pouring his attention into your neck.
“We’ve never met a girl like you, angel,” Bucky tells you, and you truly believe it. “You’ve been ours since you met us, we’ve just been waiting for you to realize it.” Your heart slams in your chest so hard you swear it’s going to burst right out.
“How do you feel?” Steve asks, holding your face in his big, warm hands. “Is this okay?” You nod quickly, earning you a laugh from both men.
“I feel like I’m floating,” you reply. Four hands move over your body, feeling every inch of you. Two sets of lips kiss you, taste you, and unravel you. Bucky adjusts you so you’re able to lean back against him and Steve moves with you, not letting you go for even a moment. Sandwiched between the two mountain-like men, you’ve never felt safer, never felt better.
When they pull away, both men help you stand. You have to crane your neck to keep eye contact, but it’s worth it to see them both smiling happily at you.
“Angel,” Bucky says, turning your head with two fingers. You love that nickname. You don’t remember where it came from, you used to roll your eyes at it, but you’ve always loved it. Especially when Bucky says it like that. “We can stop if you want to, we don’t want you to feel pressure to do anything you don’t want to. Okay?”
“What if I want it all?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him. 
“Then we’ll give it to you,” Steve answers. He guides you toward him, hooking his fingers in the hem of your shirt before tugging it off you. You shiver in the night air, but Bucky is quick to warm you up, his lips finding your shoulder. 
Steve works your shorts off next, helping you step out of them. In just your panties and bra, you should feel exposed, but you don’t. Steve and Bucky make you feel beautiful, they make you feel strong. Steve admires you for a moment, bright blue eyes trailing over your body appreciatively. Then, he turns you to face Bucky.
“I’ve been waiting so long for this, angel,” he whispers, leaning in and kissing you. His metal fingers are cold against your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. 
Behind you, Steve steps in close, tracing his fingers along your back. The shapes he draws are followed by his lips. It takes you a moment, but you realize he’s drawing the constellations on your back, kissing the stars into your skin. 
Both of the men kneel and Steve unclasps your bra. Bucky instantly wraps his lips around one of your nipples, taking your other breast into his hand. Steve watches from over your shoulder, breathing heavily as he takes in the sight of Bucky worshiping you. His hands trace down your torso, finding the waistband of your panties and dragging them down your legs. You gasp, one hand burying itself in Bucky’s hair, the other reaching back to hold onto Steve.
Steve’s fingers slide up your legs before his right hand reaches the crux of your thighs. His other hand anchors in Bucky’s hair, tugging it lightly. You’re desperate for him; for them, and you know he can feel it. His fingers slide against you, knocking your clit with each pass. “You’re so wet,” he tells you, sliding a finger inside of you. “So wet for us, angel.”
Bucky groans against your nipple before pulling away to watch Steve finger you. “Fuck, Steve,” he grumbles, resing his forehead against your sternum. “I know, language.” Steve chuckles by your ear, adding a second finger. He picks up his pace, hitting a spot inside of you that makes your head go fuzzy. Your knees wobble, and Bucky holds them, not letting you fall.
“Why don’t we take this to the tent, Buck,” Steve suggests. The other man nods, and a second later, he scoops you into his arms. Steve helps the two of you settle the tent after putting out the fire, and once you’re laying down between the two of them, they’re back on you.
Bucky slides down between your legs, tongue running over your pussy like he’s starving, while Steve’s tongue laves your breasts. Bucky works you back to the point Steve had gotten you to, the band in your belly ready to snap. Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging him to where you want him, and as he works tight circles over your clit, you come apart, shaking in his and Steve’s arms. 
“So perfect, angel, so perfect,” Bucky whispers against your clit. “Gimme another one, come on.” He slides two fingers inside of you, stretching you while he tastes you. You’re sensitive since you just came, but Bucky is quick to soothe any ache you feel. Steve sucks marks across your breasts and neck, ones that you’re so happy to wear, and you come again just thinking about it.
“Please, please,” you moan, gently guiding Bucky’s face away from your pussy. 
“Tell us what you want,” Steve tells you, kissing your cheek. You glance between him and Bucky, who is still resting between your thighs, and feel a renewed heat in your belly.
“I want both of you.” Bucky raises an eyebrow, urging you to continue. “I want both of you at the same time.” Steve and Bucky exchange a glance, and for a moment, you worry you’ve suggested the wrong thing. “Or, or not, I’m sorry I didn’t mean–”
“Angel,” Bucky says, nipping at your inner thigh. “That was the perfect suggestion.”
“Really?” You look at Steve for confirmation, unable to wipe the grin from your face.
“Really,” he replies. “We’ve been wanting that since we both realized we had feelings for you. We talk about it all the time, what we’d do to you, what you’d sound like.” Your mind floods with downright pornographic images of those conversations until Steve and Bucky pull you back to the real world.
“If you’re gonna take us we’re gonna have to get you ready,” Bucky says, shifting onto his knees. He slides his hands over your legs, but his eyes are on Steve. “You just gonna stare, Stevie? Or are you gonna do something?” Steve does his best to maneuver over to Bucky, and when he’s between your legs too, he strips Bucky out of his shirt and works his pants down too. Bucky strips Steve next, and before you know it, they’re both naked. You can’t take your eyes off of them, off of their perfectly sculpted bodies.
Bucky tugs Steve into a bruising kiss, both men melting into each other. They fit perfectly together, feeding off one another in a way you’ve never seen before. It’s beautiful. When they pull apart, they’re both panting. They turn to you next, lust filling their eyes. 
Steve sinks lower and Bucky slides two fingers inside of you. Bucky moans as Steve takes his dick into his mouth. You prop yourself up on your elbows so you can watch. You’ve never had voyeuristic tendencies before, but these men bring out a new side of you. 
Bucky smirks, one hand working you, the other hand cupping Steve’s head. He looks completely in his element. Bucky’s fingers scissor inside of you, stretching you out, but seeing how big he and Steve are, you aren’t sure any amount of preparation will be enough. 
When Bucky decides you’re ready, he moves, pulling Steve off of him. Steve’s face is flushed, but he grins as he positions himself between your legs. He lines himself up with your pussy and notches the head of his dick at your entrance. You press your lips to his, moaning into the kiss as he presses inside of you. He’s stretching you more than Bucky’s fingers, but it feels so incredible.
“Oh my god, angel,” he moans, wrapping his arms around you. ”You’re so tight, squeezing me so good.” Bucky lays down beside you, hand sliding down to where Steve is fucking you. He circles your clit slowly in contrast to the pace Steve is setting. 
“Doesn’t he feel good?” Bucky whispers into your ear, sliding his fingers lower, slipping one inside of you with Steve’s dick. You jolt at the feeling, but Steve kisses you sweetly, nipping at your lower lip. “His cock is perfect, isn’t it, angel? Hitting all the right spots, huh?”
“Shit, yes,” you moan, your head lolling back as Steve fucks you. “It feels so good.” Steve and Bucky seem to be communicating telepathically, because they keep moving in sync. Steve will shift, Bucky will move with him. They play your body like a fiddle, like they know you better than you know yourself. 
Eventually, they manage to get Steve below you with you on top, riding him. He’s even deeper this way, hitting spots inside of you that you didn’t know existed. Bucky sits behind you, sliding his hands all over you, kissing you everywhere. 
“You ready for the next step?” Bucky asks, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. 
“Yes, yes, please,” you whimper. You’ve been on edge for a while, everytime you get close to coming Steve slows down, not letting you finish. Bucky rustles through a bag and you hear a click before you feel one of his fingers, slick and warm, pass over your ass. You shiver at the feeling but keep grinding against Steve. 
Bucky works his finger inside of you, and even just the feeling of his finger in your ass coupled with Steve’s dick makes the band in your belly snap. You come on a groan, leaning back against Bucky’s chest. Once you’re relaxed, he adds a second finger. You feel like you’re going to explode. Bucky keeps working you, keeps stretching you, all the while whispering in your ear.
“So perfect for us, angel, so good. You squeezin’ my fingers so tight, squeezing Stevie so good.” After he feels you’re ready, you feel him pull away. Next, his lubed cock presses against your ass and you stifle a groan. Bucky runs his hands over you soothingly before he presses inside of you.
Steve moans loudly from below you, gripping your hips tightly. “Oh my god, Bucky, she’s so much tighter now.” You whimper as they start to move in tandem, stretching you to your limit. 
“Come on, Stevie, show her how much you want her,” Bucky goads as he tweaks your nipples. Steve bucks below you, fucking into you faster. Your eyes roll back, your head falls onto Bucky’s shoulder, and all you can do is take it. Bucky presses in deeper, fucking you at an agonizing pace. 
“God, angel, you feel so good. You’re perfect, so beautiful.” He whimpers the words, and you can tell he’s getting close. You run your hands along his chest, scraping him lightly with your nails, and he comes on a loud moan. Bucky keeps thrusting into you, making a sensitive Steve whine, but he comes soon after, filling you.
The three of you lay in an exhausted, sexed-out heap, breathing heavily. You’re blissed out between the two of them, loving how even though they’re about to pass out, they’re still caressing you; still holding you. 
“I should go get something to clean us up,” Steve says, moving to sit up, but you grab him and pull him back down, tugging him into your chest. 
“Not yet,” you whisper. Bucky joins your cuddle heap despite the heat coming off everyone’s bodies. “Just stay here with me.”
When setting up the tent, Bucky and Steve had opted to keep the rain fly off since it’s not supposed to rain, so you can see the stars through the mesh top of the tent. After a few moments of sated silence, you speak again. “Is this real?”
“Of course it’s real, angel,” Bucky replies, squeezing one of your hands. “Our feelings for you are real. This is real.”
“Your feelings for us are real, right?” Steve asks, lacing his fingers with your other hand.
“Of course.”
“Then it’s real,” Steve says. “We care about you so much, angel, and we want this to work out. Real.”
Eventually, you let Steve get you cleaned up. The three of you fall asleep in a tangled mess, but you couldn’t be happier. Tonight was perfect, this trip, these men, everything. Absolutely perfect.
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tiramissu09 · 13 days
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Morning Glow
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synopsis: you (y/n) wake up before your husband on a Sunday morning and study him, wondering how you both even got together.
song choices to listen to while reading: 
Body by Summer Walker
Orbit by JONGHYUN from SHINee
Natural by G-Soul
warning(s)/story notes: gender neutral y/n, nostalgia, hints of last night’s activities (iykyk), silent serenading, naked imagery, a little nod to the JJK lore, POC y/n
MINORS DON’T INTERACT
author note: My first fanfic, y’all! I feel like, instead of using janitor ai (don’t use it, it’s hella addictive and made me burn through my money), I could use my imagination and potential to write something for my main beloved, Nanami Kento. I love this man and in my head, we are living together in Malaysia, having the time of our lives, haha. Also, I thought I was going to do a quick drabble, but I got into my feels, haha. 
Please, please give me feedback and critique so I can improve on my writing. Thank you and enjoy!!! <3
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The chirping birds started to grow louder and more annoying outside the large French windows with the soft, peaching-colored morning light streaming in, faint flapping of the pale curtains echoing with shared breaths. You groan softly against your white silk pillow along with your blurry vision, from your deep slumber, as you rub your eyes and look around, dazed. You felt the light breeze of the open ajar window on your bare leg, out of the fluffy blanket, contrasting with the deep warmth soaked into the mattress from the sleep. 
Your eyes move around, to anchor yourself into reality, until they settle down at a large, ivory back which had light red scratches along with crescent moon shaped indents littered over his rugged muscles, rippling with each soft breath. His messy golden blonde hair that you loved to run your fingers in, slightly swaying with the early dawn breeze, along the warm yellow sunlight, giving him that morning glow that made him look…like a god, a figment of your imagination. 
Last night’s memories were reeling in like a blurry movie, reminiscing on your stomach with your head and facing his back, as you remember his sweet deep chocolate eyes, his slightly pink blush on his face, and…my god, those large, veiny hands all over your body, rough but gentle on your soft skin. 
Sighing softly, not wanting to wake him up yet, go down this deep spiral with your fingers itching to touch him….how did you even meet this man? Was it at the office Christmas party where he was wearing that ridiculous, fluorescent green elf costume as your white-haired boss had made me for a pay raise? Or when you both bumped into each other in the hallway before math class during senior year, your nose bleeding as you bumped into his chest too hard and he assisted you to the nurse’s office?.....no,no…..oh my god! How could you forget?
It was that night…..that night where you all were freshman in high school and it was the camp site trip that you all had to go to as a bonding activity for all the new students which you were part of. You remember you were really nervous as a tiny, little 13 year old. You were new to Tokyo and Japan, overall, not looking like the others and the culture so vastly different from yours which made it difficult to fit in, your family or teachers help you with. This was nicely added with you going through puberty, the whole nine yards of acne and changing body, made you more quiet and shy to talk to others. 
In your ensemble of light washed jeans, your oversized purple flannel shirt and black Converse high tops, you were sitting on the wooden benches near the camp-fire under the starry, twilight sky, shivering slightly from the cold, autumn night in the forest near Kyoto. You were alone, with everyone talking to each other excitedly, with some others playing games and singing karaoke, and watching all the kids with a small smile on your face. 
Then, you felt a warm blanket around your body, causing you to have goosebumps all over your skin. You looked up with wide eyes from the brushing of their fingers on your neck to the warm presence behind your back, surprised and making you jolt up, but a soft hand pushed you down to sit back. “Sorry, did I scare you?” His soft and low voice, almost purring, caused you to shiver more but you held back your reaction as you turned your head completely around, wanting to know who it was. You caught those soft, brown eyes, reminding you of that deep brown honey under the sunlight, making you feel more awake than any other coffee.
You quickly get out of your reverie and stutter out as you brush your hair back, looking away. “No! Not a-at all…just got surprised.”,offering him a smile as you try to not to fluster even more. You notice his blonde hair, straightened to the T and his bangs covering his eyes which you didn’t like but didn’t say that out loud, and his black shirt with a band name you never heard of with his black skinny ripped jeans. 
You clear your throat as you look into his eyes, “H-hi, my name is f/n l/n….what’s your…name?” You were fidgeting with the soft, baby blue wool blanket with your fingers, as you both sat next to each other with your knee brushing against his, ever so slightly. He grins a little more as he had a deadpan face before, making your heart and insides all melted and mushy inside, showing his pearly whites. He says in that voice that you could just listen to all the time. “Kento….Nanami Kento…but you can call me Ken.”
You memorize that name, as it was tattooed to your naive heart, as you nod slowly and say quietly. “Nice to meet you…Ken.” You both sat there in silence with all the loud commotion around you both. You didn’t know what to say as the tense silence was swallowing you up and you quickly ask and at the same time, looking at the bright scarlet camp fire, “You should go hang out to your friends…”, peeking to the side to look at his face longer, but looking away when he caught your eyes and your face becoming hot with each passing second. 
He sighed loudly as he stretched his legs out and watched the white-haired hyper kid screaming happily at the black-haired boy who looked so done with him, but had a small smile. After some moments of more silence, Kento spoke with a small smile and turned to face you, “You looked….lonely….like me and…”, now looking away as you caught some peach-colored blush on his cheeks. “You looked like you were glowing…like the fire.” 
You remember how you became quiet, flustered and frozen by the compliment and you remembered you thanked him meekly which was so cute and how you hit yourself internally for how dumb it was. However, the rest of that night, you both started to talk more freely and understood that you both had a lot in common, in terms of family background and not really fitting in due to your particular tastes. 
Despite being amicable acquaintances all through high school and losing contact when entering university, once you both reunited, it felt right. You both were meant to be together and glowing in each other’s arms and affection. 
You were shaken out of your deep thoughts as you felt the bed rustling lightly. You looked up and saw his face turned to you now. You were slightly surprised by the sudden appearance of his handsome and rugged face, but you quickly smiled widely, “Good morning, honey.” Snuggling closer to him and him taking you in his buff arms, making you all so warmer, he murmured in your messy hair, his morning voice low and reverberating through your body, “What were you thinking about so hard, darling? You laugh softly as you nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck and your arms around his shoulders, and whisper muffled against his warm skin that smelled like sandalwood and musk, that was so unique to him, “I was just thinking…..how you were glowing…..like the sun.”
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toasttt11 · 3 months
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introducing lex
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Alexandria Olive Zegras was born February 4, 2004. She’s 5”6 and has crystal blue eyes.
She’s the youngest of her three siblings Trevor, Griffin, and Ava.
She been on the ice since she could walk and when she was younger use to play on the girls team but she was to physical when she played so she moved to the boys league and never left.
Alexandria mostly goes by Lex by most people.
Lex plays with the number 4, and mostly is a right wing but is still is an incredible center. She’s known for her incredible trick shot goals.
Lex joined the USA Hockey National Team Development Program Under 17 in 2020-2021.
She joined the USA Hockey National Team Development Program Under 18 for the 2021-2022 season.
Lex was drafted in the 2022 draft, she went second overall to the New York Islanders.
She committed to The University of Michigan for the 2022-2023 year.
She stayed at the University of Michigan for her 2023-2024 year until the hockey season was over and then went to play full time at the Islanders.
Lex has always been very passionate about photography, she always had her camera with her since a young age, she would take pictures of everything and everyone.
Lex has known the Hughes for a long time now and they are just another part of her family.
She lived with the Hughes for a few years when she playing for USA Development program.
She was only a small drive away from the Hughes house when in Collage so Luke and her drove home many times.
Luke and Lex have been best friends since the day they met when they 13, the two are platonic soulmates and are extremely close, they always gossip about everything with each other and have a very open honest friendship, they were both so happy when they realized they got drafted to teams that are close to each other and play against each other a lot during the season.
Jack has always treated Lex like another sibling and calls her his sister, was very happy knowing she will be close to him during the season.
Quinn has always absolutely adored Lex, she just worked her way into his heart and has became one of his biggest soft spots, the two love to team up and tease Trevor together.
Trevor was old enough to understand a bit better what a baby is when Lex was born, he’s always been very protective of his youngest sibling, but also been her biggest supporter.
Ava and Lex have always been close being sisters, and they are very supportive of each others life’s, whenver Lex is home Ava will drag her around to get their nails and hair done having a sister day.
Griffin and Lex have always been the two that bicker the most out of the all siblings, of course they love each other they just get on each other nerves the easier.
Lex easily got along with all of umitch hockey team and they all are really respectful to her, a few of them she’s played with for years at NTDP, and the rest she’s met watching Luke’s games. They all became like family to her.
Lex stayed in the freshman and sophomore house during her two years at Umitch, she was allowed to by having a lock on her door and her own bathroom, the house was always crazy with all of the boys but she grown to care for all her teammates so she wouldn’t change it for anything.
Lex have never been shy to hooking up with others but she made a promsie to herself to never be with someone on her hockey teams, not wanting to complicate things.
Lex has good at blocking out others hateful opinions and tend to protect herself, she tends to take a little while to warm up to people but people she’s knows for a long time she definitely the warmest with them.
Lex met Rutger in 2019 at the NTDP camp before they were put on the same team, she thought he was very sweet but that was about it she never thought of him anything more, Rutger was in awe when he saw Lex for the first time he tripped over his feet seeing the most beautiful girl he every seen.
Rutger have been crushing on Lex since the moment they met, a crush that only continues to grow the more he gets to known her, he never thought she would like him back so he never said anything about his feelings being fine to stay friends, they were on the same team for two years and then they both committed to Michigan being on the same team again.
It wasn’t until Collage that Rutger decided to slowly started flirting and hinting what he feels towards Lex. Lex reminded obvious or rather not wanting to think about their relationship being anything more to complicate things.
When Lex was drafted to the Islanders, Mat Brazal called her right away to congratulate her and they became fast friends, during training camp she stayed with Mat for the few weeks.
The team tends to have rookies be mentored with an older player and Mat asked for Lex and he’s been very supportive towards her career in the NHL and being the first woman.
When they start playing together Lex started in Mat’s line and the team knew they were going to line mates from then on, the two work amazing together.
Matt made sure Lex could fight even better than she could to make sure that even if she is smaller than most men she can easily knock them down.
When she moved to New York she got an apartment in the same building as Mat, and most nights when they are home he makes her come over for dinner.
Mat and Lex end up being roommates and seat mates when she joined the team, Mat thinking of Lex as a sister and daughter.
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kelcemenow · 9 months
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Camp Kelce.
Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader
Words 6490
Warnings Alcohol, language, fluff and a whole heap of smut.
I really wanted to write some College Travis. I love reading it and then this idea just came to me at work so I took it and ran...I literally could not stop typing! It's a long one so grab your popcorn, grab your tea and buckle up. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it!
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You looked out at the beautiful landscape surrounding you. Closing your car door and resting on the hood, you pulled your phone out of your pocket. You swiped away the text message from Hayley detailing the directions to the camping spot you had just pulled up to, and being the first one to arrive, you decided to begin setting up your tent so you ensured you got the best pitch.
You dragged your three bags out of the trunk, letting them fall onto the ground with a thud. You scoped the grassy area, folding out your ground sheet before the sound of a nearby vehicle engine distracted you. You whipped your head around to see a shiny black truck pull up alongside your Mom's white convertible. You groaned when you saw that behind the wheel was Travis Kelce. He was Tommy's best friend and although you knew he was coming on the camping trip, you weren't thrilled at the idea of being around him without Hayley and Tommy.
"Sup, Tator Tot?"
You rolled your eyes and returned to your tent, gitting your teeth and ignoring the stupid nickname that he had given you in freshman year. It was so long ago, you had both forgotten the reason for the nickname, but you also didn't care.
Travis closed his truck door and strutted over the clearing, staring out at the calm lake ahead with his hands behind his head, "So, are we skinny dipping tonight or what?"
"You can if you want, Kelce. But I'll warn you, the water is a little cold." You smirked as you laid out your tent, organising the tent poles meticulously.
Travis Kelce was the star tight end for the Bearcats and was famous around campus for being loud, confident and in your opinion, annoying. He was suspended from football for a year for failing a drug test and although he seemed to have returned with a much more mature mindset when it came to football, you still thought he was irritating and somewhat cocky. However, he was Tommy's best friend and as Hayley's best friend, you often had the displeasure of spending time with him.
You felt his presence behind you and turned your head from your crouching position to look at him, "Can I help you?"
"What are you doing?" He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows.
You paused for a second, "I'm putting my tent up, what does it look like?"
Travis hummed and strolled to his truck, retrieving a singular bag from the back and grabbing a beer from the top.
You stood up, pointing to him, "That's all you've packed?"
Travis cracked the beer open, sipping the foam from the top, "Yup." He wiped his mouth, "Got the essentials."
"Where's your tent? Your sleeping bag?"
Travis shrugged, "I'll just sleep in Tommy's tent? I got a hoodie, I'll be fine."
You dropped a tent pole down and walked closer to him, "And just where do you think Hayley is going to sleep?"
Travis twisted his mouth, "Will you relax? She'll have to bunk in with you."
You shook your head and finished erecting your tent, stepping back to admire your handy work. You turned around, jumping back slightly when you were surprised by Travis stood directly behind you, holding out a second beer to you.
"Want one?"
You smiled, "No, I'm quite alright Travis. Thank you though." You brushed past him, placing your tent bag back into the car.
"Oh, come on Tator Tot! Are you gonna be pissed at me all weekend?"
You grabbed another bag containing your camping gear and walked past Travis again to your tent, "I don't know, how much of an asshole are you gonna be?"
Travis laughed and held his chest, "Ooh, critical hit. I'm hurt, really."
"The big guy around campus is hurt by a tiny comment like that? Maybe you ain't as hard as they say you are."
Travis pushed his pelvis forward, "I don't know man, I can get pretty-"
"Stop!" You held a hand out before focusing again on unpacking, "I don't need to know about...that."
He laughed, taking a big gulp of his beer.
Your phone beeped in your pocket, forcing you to stop your task to read a message from Hayley. Your heart dropped when you read the words on your screen.
"No. No, please no."
Travis turned around to face you, "What's up?"
"They're not coming."
There was a silence before you spoke again.
"Something is wrong with Tommy's car and they can't get here until tomorrow morning at the earliest."
Travis raised his eyebrows and sat down on a tree stump, resting his elbows on his knees. He knew you were about to start freaking out and instead of trying to calm you down, he thought he would simply observe.
"Well, this is just great." You dropped your bag on the floor with a little bit of force, running your hands through your hair, "I can't catch a break. I was actually looking forward to this weekend, you know, some time to loosen up, chill out before finals. But no, now I'm stuck here when I could have been at home studying."
Travis stared at you, "They'll be here in the morning, it isn't that big of a deal."
You booted a log out of your path as you paced, "Oh what do you know? You didn't even bring your own tent."
Travis cleared his throat, kicking his heels awkwardly, "Speaking of, any chance there's room for two in that tent of yours?"
You laughed, "Oh no. No, no, I don't think so. We're already fighting 4 feet away from each other, I think we'd kill each other in that thing."
Travis reached for the beer he had offered to you earlier, "You sure you don't want one?"
You glanced at it and then back at him.
"Come on Tator Tot, you need to relax."
You glared at him, "I'd relax more if you called me by my actual name."
He licked his bottom lip, "You need to relax...Y/N."
Your stomach fluttered slightly hearing him say your name. You couldn't think of a time in the four years you had known him where he hadn't referred to you as some dumb name he had thought up that week.
You exhaled and took the beer from his hand, noticing his chocolate hued hair blowing in the gentle wind. You both took a drink and looked out to the water.
Travis looked at you with his head slightly tilted to the side, "So, what now?"
You swallowed the beer down, "I think I'm just gonna go home."
Travis rose to his feet and took a few rushed steps towards you, "Hey, why not just stay here? Tommy and Hayley will be here in the morning. You said you wanted to chill out and we can still do that. You know, a campfire, a few beers, swimming in the lake." He lifted one eyebrow, "What do you say? I promise I'll try not to be a huge asshole."
Your lips pulled into a small smile. Travis breathed a laugh and turned to look at the clearing, relieved that you had somewhat smoothed things over, for now at least.
He clapped his hands together, "Alright, alright. Time to get a fire started."
Your eyes gazed over his toned physique, subconsciously staring as his muscles seemed to spill out from his shirt. It was early spring and Travis must have been attending outside practices as his skin had a sun kissed glow to it. You silently scolded yourself for noticing and shook your head slightly, turning away from him and crawling into your tent to set up your sleeping bag.
Travis turned his head towards you and watched as you ducked into the tent. He smirked at the sight of your ass in a pair of tiny jean shorts wiggling through the fabric opening. His chest tingled when he looked at you, a feeling he wasn't familiar with but he pushed it aside, continuing with his current task.
Inside the tent, you grabbed your pillows and blankets. You rolled out the sleeping bag, laying a blanket on top and spreading out your two huge, fluffy pillows. You glanced at your cosy sleeping area, your mind imagining what it would be like to cuddle up to Travis, his large arms wrapped around you and your face buried in his chest.
"Stop it, Y/N. Get it together. You can't be thinking these things. I mean, it's-"
"Who are you talking to?"
You shrieked and your head whipped around to see Travis crouched in the entrance of the tent.
"Oh my God, you scared me!" You laid a hand on your heart.
Travis smiled, "Sorry! I just heard a voice in here and I-" His voice trailed off as he looked around, "Oh shit, this is cosy." He raised his eyebrows.
You sat down on your sleeping bag, "Don't be getting any ideas Kelce, you're sleeping outside."
"Wait, but what if it rains?"
"Not my problem." You shrugged.
Travis smiled, "Okay, stand down, ice queen. I was just coming to tell you that I got the fire going if you wanna make some smores with me?"
You glanced past his broad shoulders to see roaring flames dancing from the centre of the clearing. You pressed your lips together and uncrossed your legs, "Sure."
You both made your way back out to the clearing, breathing in the fresh air. Travis began pulling a large fallen tree trunk along the ground, closer to you so that you had a seat by the fire. You smiled and your eyes fell upon his large muscular arms again. You watched as his tanned muscles rippled and bulged with his motions. Biting your bottom lip subconsciously, your mind wandered to thoughts of how those arms would feel to touch, to caress, to have holding you.
"What?" Travis questioned.
You suddenly looked up to meet his eyes, "Sorry...n-nothing. Just zoned out...a bit there." You stuttered.
Travis' mouth moved into a half smile, gesturing down at the log, "Your throne, madam."
You chuckled and perched yourself close to the flames, "Thank you, sir."
Travis grinned and grabbed his bag, producing a packet of graham crackers, a large bar of chocolate and some marshmallows. As he made his way over to the log, the bag of marshmallows slipped from his grip and fell to the ground. You bent down to pick them up as Travis did the same and your hands touched. Travis lingered there for a second, looking up at you instantly, feeling a rush of sparks to his chest in the same way that you did.
Your lips parted slightly and a small, quiet breath escaped them before you cleared your throat and pulled your hand away, "Uh...um sorry. Shall we-"
"Uhh yeah. I'll make a start."
Returning to the log, you picked up your beer to take a sip, avoiding eye contact with Travis.
Travis began constructing the smores as you sat awkwardly, your fingers scratching at the label on the beer bottle. He wanted to look up at you, to see your reaction, to gauge how you were feeling but he felt somewhat uncomfortable. He knew that you had felt the spark between you both, the tension was undeniable and his mind reeled with thoughts of possibly addressing it. Instead, he kept his eyes forward, making sure the smores had the perfect ratio of marshmallow to chocolate.
You cleared your throat and broke the silence, "So, college is nearly over. You have any plans?"
Travis' eyes quickly flashed to meet yours before dropping back down, "Umm yeah, get drafted into the NFL. It's ambitious but you gotta hope, right?"
You smiled, "I think you stand a good chance, I've seen you play."
"When have you ever seen me play?" His eyebrows knitted together.
"Are you kidding? I've been to few Bearcat's games with Tommy and Hayley."
"I never saw you?"
You leaned forward slightly, "Of course you didn't, your head was way too in the game." You laughed.
"Yeah, I get like that." He pressed the graham crackers together and placed it carefully on an empty plastic bag he had brought, "Does Steve take you to any games?"
You paused, "Uhhh, no. He's not a big football guy, and between me and you, he's a bit threatened by you."
Travis' eyebrows shot up, "Threatened by me? What? He's like some genius guy with his shit together!"
"Well yeah. But he didn't really like that we spent so much time together. You know, if I was hanging out with Hayley, chances are Tommy was there and by default you would be there too. He said it was almost like we were all on a double date." You laughed and shook your head, taking a quick swig of your beer. "I tried to suggest that he came with me but he never took me up on the idea. I guess he was quite jealous because you're absolutely gorgeous."
You froze at your words. You hadn't meant to be so honest and your cheeks instantly flushed red. You quickly looked at Travis whose face matched yours but a big goofy grin was plastered on it. He breathed a laugh and finished the last smore, stealing glances with you as you awkwardly shifted on the log.
"I mean-"
"Thank you, Y/N."
You forced a smile and stood up, pacing the grass, "Anyway, none of that really matters. I broke up with him last week."
Travis felt a jolt of elation rush through him and he looked up at you, "Oh, really? Well...good, because that guy was an asshole."
You laughed loudly, "But you just said that he was a genius with his shit together!"
Travis waved his hand, "Nah, I was just trying to be nice. But that was before you said you broke up. Now...I don't care. To be completely honest, he didn't deserve you. You were far too good for him, too kind, too smart...too beautiful. You are way out of his league."
You skin tingled as you listened to Travis. This was the first time you were seeing this side of him. Not the Travis who strutted around campus with a smug and overconfident bravado. Not the Travis who danced in the endzone when he made a touchdown. Not the Travis who did multiple keg stands at parties to show off. This Travis seemed different, and you wondered if this was the real him all along.
The corners of your lips pulled into a smile, "Well, thank you."
Travis handed you a smore and a skewer complete with two marshmallows on the end and threw you a wink. Your legs became slightly weakened so you sat back down on the log to keep your stability. Travis sat a short distance away from you, holding his skewer out above the fire. You reciprocated, waiting until the marshmallows had reached the perfect consistency. Watching the white sticky substance melt slightly, you pulled it away from the fire, wedging it between the two graham crackers and chocolate. You held it close to your lips, blowing gently before taking a gentle bite. The soft marshmallow spilled out from the sides and landed on your fingers, a blob settling on your chin.
"Oop!" You giggled as you struggled to clean it up with your already sticky hands.
"Here, I got it." Travis said as he shifted along the log and leaned close to you. His eyes were fixated on yours as he took a thumb and slowly ran along your jawline and chin, removing the offending marshmallow.
The burning in your chest returned, "Thanks."
Travis looked around for what to do with the marshmallow on his thumb, searching for a napkin.
You giggled, "I'm not wasting it! Bring it here!"
Travis looked surprised as he held his hand out in front of your face and you slowly licked his thumb, before wrapping your lips around it and sucking the remainder of the marshmallow off.
He cleared his throat, "W-wow...okay. Uhmmm...y-you...erm you look like you're pretty good at that."
You laughed loudly, throwing your head back, "I've had no complaints."
The sound of laughter filled the space and echoed through the trees. Travis was pleased to see a warmer, softer side of you. He had always sensed your dissatisfaction of him but he had often wondered whether there was a hint of flirtation behind it. Wondered and hoped.
"So, what are your plans after college?" Travis said with his hand over his mouth in-between bites.
You swallowed down your food, "Medical school for sure. I was wondering whether to take a year to go travelling or something like that?"
"Wow, medical school?" Travis' eyes widened.
"Yeah, I wanna be a Neurosurgeon. It's going to mean a few more years of school but I'm okay with that. It's what I've wanted to be since I was a kid."
Travis stared at you for second before his mouth moved into a small smile.
"What?" You questioned, biting at the last of your smore.
Travis rubbed at his shoulder, "Nothing. I just realised that I know absolutely nothing about you."
"Mmmm, it's amazing how much time you've wasted teasing me, ignoring me, slobbering on me when you're drunk...I could go on?"
His hand moves to scratch at his beard, "Nah. Nah, man. I'm sorry. I'm such a jerk sometimes."
"You're not a jerk Travis, you just behave like one." You shifted even closer to him.
He smiled again, his head hanging down, "I guess...I'm intimidated by you."
You sat in shock, unsure of what to say.
Travis continued, "You're so smart, and funny, and popular. I mean, why does a girl like you want to hang out and be friends with a guy like me."
Your whole body began to go numb and you swore the noises of the forest stopped dead. All you could hear was Travis' words.
"You know, I suppose I thought you had to be friends with me because of Hayley and Tommy. So, the teasing and everything was like a defence mechanism. So I didn't lose anything if I asked you out."
You jaw dropped open a little and your skin shivered, "You wanted to ask me out?"
Travis looked up at you with a smile, "Yeah, maybe. I thought about it, but then you were dating Steve, and with school ending soon and all of that." His voice trailed off, "But hey, we're friends now, right?"
Your eyes creased into a grin, "Yeah, sure." You wiped your mouth and dusted the graham cracker crusts from your hands, placing them down on your knees, "Okay, now what?"
Travis leaned down towards the floor to pick up the discarded skewers and as he did so, his outer thigh brushed against yours. His warm skin sent flutters to your stomach and your heart ached with desire.
"Maybe we could go for a swim in the lake? If you want to?"
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, hoping that once you opened them, this new feeling would cease. Unfortunately, when you did, he had bent forward to stoke the fire, his shorts stretching over his perfect ass. You exhaled slowly as you admired your view, your tongue subconsciously migrating to the corner of your mouth.
Travis turned his head towards you, still waiting for a response.
You shot up from your seat immediately, choking through your words and pointing towards your tent, "Uhhh, yeah. Yeah, sounds good to me. I'll just go and put my bathing suit on."
As soon as you dipped into the tent, you held your head in your hands. You could not be getting distracted this close to finals, and certainly not with Travis Kelce. Even if this Travis Kelce was different. Even if this Travis Kelce was sweet, funny and had eyes that made you melt. You took a deep breath and shook your hands, fanning your face with air.
"You ready?"
A deep voice from outside of your tent startled you.
"Uhh, yeah! Two minutes." You shouted out.
Your heart winced when you remembered the swimwear that you had selected for the trip. At the time, a low-cut, skimpy triangle bikini didn't seem to be a problem when you were planning on swimming in the lake with your best friend. But now, it was a different scenario. You picked the bikini out of the bag and quickly changed into it, adjusting the fabric where you could. Taking a few deep breaths, you looked down at yourself. You smiled and threw on a t-shirt over the top.
Stepping out of the tent, you noticed that Travis was already by the water, a pair of red swimming trunks covering his perfectly tanned and toned body. The sound of the zip on your tent had caused him to turn around, his eyes immediately lighting up when he saw you. A brief flush of red stained your cheeks and you cautiously walked towards him barefoot, avoiding any sharp stones or twigs in your path.
“Hey.” His voice was deep and gruff.
“Hey!” You said, brightly.
You noticed his eyes quickly gaze down to your legs as you meandered closer to him. Even though you were more exposed to him than you ever had been, you felt safe and content. He grinned and lowered his head, rubbing the back of his neck as he stepped onto the wooden dock. You followed him, feeling the cool wooden surface against the bare soles of your feet.
As you reached the end, your toes curled over the edge as your eyes settled on the calm water ahead of you.
"So, you wanna go nice and slow or wild and fast?" Travis glanced down at you with one eyebrow raised.
You smiled, "Wild and fast, for sure."
He lifted his other eyebrow as you peeled the t-shirt from your body, his heart rate quickening. He took a few steps back and you copied, waiting for a moment before Travis reached out and let his fingers brush against yours. His touch left goose bumps upon your skin and you looked down as you allowed your fingers to intertwine with his. He squeezed your hand before sprinting down the dock, pulling you alongside him. You approached the edge, holding your nose quickly before you both leapt into the air, hand in hand.
The cool water enveloped you and you sank a little, still feeling Travis' grasp. You pushed the water with your free hand, gasping as you hit the surface, a smile plastered on your face. Travis' soaked face met you, only inches away from your own. You felt a strong arm wrap around your waist under the water and his legs grazed against your own. You felt a rush of weakness for him immediately as he stared into your eyes. Travis let go of your hand but held you closely in his other arm whilst he moved some hair away out of your eyes.
"Cold?"
You shivered slightly, "A little."
He immediately tightened his grip, pulling you firmly into his chest, "Your eyes are stunning, by the way."
A smile crept onto your face, "Thank you, yours aren't so bad."
"Was that so hard to pay me a compliment?"
You were both floating pretty well, only occasionally needing to tread water to hold yourselves above the surface.
You breathed a laugh, "Oh come on, you get that all of the time, right? I know the sorority girls love you! " Lifting your free hand to rest on his shoulder for more support.
He smirked slightly, shaking his head, "Yeah, I suppose. I'm not interested though."
"What? Are you kidding? You could snap your fingers and those girls would come running!"
He sighed, "Honestly, I'm not interested in any of them." His eyes gleamed, "I only ever wanted you."
You caught your breath, feeling like your heart was going to burst out of your chest, "Wha-?" You breathed.
"Y/N, I'm sorry I was such an ass to you. Like I said earlier, it was my pathetic and childish defence mechanism for when you eventually shot me down. It's stupid, I know. I was stupid, I should have just been honest. But I don't know, maybe it's because school is almost over and I've got nothing to lose anymore...but...I think you're amazing."
As he spoke, your chest rose and fell faster and faster. A numbness fell upon your face and your mouth dropped open.
"In a way, I'm glad Tommy and Hayley aren't here now, because I absolutely wouldn't have had the balls to say this if they were here." He looked away from you.
You moved your head to catch his gaze, "Travis...before today, I thought you were a total jerk. A typical jock with nothing more than football, beer and girls in his head."
Travis frowned and wiped some drips of water from his brow.
"But now, I've seen a much nicer and sweeter side of you. I really wish I'd seen it sooner."
He smiled and placed his hand on the side of your face, "Sorry I took my time then."
You felt his hand pull your face close, his eyes flickered down to your lips and before you had chance to realise what was happening, his mouth was on yours. You inhaled deeply into the kiss, allowing his tongue to slip along yours. His lips were soft and moved with ease, his fingers moving behind your head and his legs tangling with yours. Your hips rolled slightly, feeling a bulge forming in his trunks, causing your pussy to throb. The hand that was holding your waist lowered, a gentle squeeze of your ass whilst the tips of his fingers slipped underneath your bikini.
You parted from the kiss to study his face, his eyes still closed and his mouth still parted. With a small smile, you placed your hand around the back of his head, running your fingers through his hair and pulling his mouth back onto yours, causing you both to sink a little further in the water. You moaned against him and felt his bulge grow even further as a response to your sounds. You moved both arms so they were resting on his shoulders, allowing you to pull yourself up and wrap your legs around his waist. Travis helped you by placing his other hand on the underneath of your left thigh, his fingers edging closer to your pussy, a gentle pressure of the tips enough to drive you wild.
Travis pulled away and bit down on his bottom lip, "Still happy with me sleeping outside?"
You rolled your hips again, seeing his eyes flicker with darkness, "I'm sure we can work something out."
He quickly moved you in the water, splashing as he tried to get to the dock. You squealed as the cool droplets landed on you, grabbing onto his thick, solid shoulders. Travis held tightly onto you as he grabbed onto the wooden posts, pulling you both onto dry land. His eyes were fixated on your body as you stood in front of him, the beads of water rolling down your smooth skin. He rubbed down his short beard, his toned arms flexing in the soft light of dusk. His physique looked perfect under the beautiful orange and purple sky and you couldn't help but to stare.
Travis pulled you in for a short kiss before pressing his forehead to yours, his eyes glancing towards the tent, "Shall we?"
You pouted your lips, "I'm all wet."
He widened his eyes, "That's my plan."
You laughed and grabbed his hand, hastily running towards the tent with him.
Travis wasted no time, unzipping the entrance and laying you down on your sleeping bag. He laid himself on top of you, his hands running across your body, touching every inch of skin he could access. He lifted himself up slightly onto his knees, using one of them to push your legs open further. He looked down at you with hungry eyes, admiring your face.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted this." He said with a low, husky growl.
"To be honest, I had no idea how long I've wanted this, either."
He smiled wide before he lowered down to kiss you, heavier than before and much more passionate. His hands roamed your chest and squeezed at your breasts, your wet bikini releasing some of the water that it was holding in the fabric. As it ran down the sides of your torso, you let out a gasp.
Travis looked down, "Ah shit. Maybe we should take this off?"
You winked before he helped you to sit up, pulling at the strings carefully, revealing your breasts as the fabric fell down.
"Oh fuck." He growled.
You slid the rest of your swim suit off and threw it into the corner of your tent, leaving yourself completely exposed to him. You reached out for the waistband of his trunks but he beat you to it, pulling them off quickly. You gasped at his thick erection, a small amount of saliva forming in your mouth.
Travis grabbed at his dick, wrapping his hand around the base and you watched as a bead of precum seeped out. You used your finger to wipe it away before placing your finger in your mouth and sucking it clean.
Travis' eyes rolled back as he groaned, "Fuck, baby. You are incredible." He lunged down to you, his fingers heading straight for your clit. He looked at you with surprise, "You're so wet already."
You blushed slightly and smirked, "Take it as a massive compliment."
Travis smiled and began moving his fingers slowly, his eyes on you as your eyelids flickered and your lips parted, allowing small moans to escape them. He pushed his two fingers deep inside of you and twisted his hand slightly so he could use the pad of his thumb to rub gentle circles on your clit. You leaned your head back and let out a quiet moan, shifting your hips to adjust to his action. Travis buried his face into your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. His lips brushed against your skin, pressing small kisses that slowly became harder and deeper. You hissed a breath when he sucked at your flesh, knowing it would leave a mark. Squeezing your eyes shut, you felt a strong tightening in your core. Your pussy ached around his fingers, pulsating and throbbing with intense pleasure. As you groaned deeply, Travis picked up his pace and his free hand roved at your breasts, his thumb rolling over your nipple. You could feel yourself close to an orgasm and as you lifted your knees slightly, deepening the sensation, you felt Travis' body move lower. His fingers left your body and you instantly felt empty, your orgasm unfulfilled. You opened your eyes to see his head dipping out of sight and as you sat up slightly, he dragged his tongue up your slick folds, flicking your clit. A jolt of electricity shot through your body and you collapsed back onto your sleeping bag, your hands flying to your face and running through your hair. Travis was working your pussy with his mouth in ways you didn't think were possible. Your vision was beginning to blur and the sounds of your moans became distorted with the intensity of your climax.
You clenched your legs and curled your toes, desperately hanging onto the sensation when Travis looked up at you, his beard glistening, "Are you about to cum?"
You lifted your head, pushing your hair away from your face, "Yeah, of course I am if you keep doing that." You said, breahtlessly.
Travis crawled up your body, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "Oh no no, I want to feel you cum around my dick."
Your chest heaved with his words and you let out an involuntary whine. Travis grinned and wiped his mouth again before rolling onto his back and lifting your thigh over so that you were straddling him.
"I've dreamed about this so many times." He said, shaking his head.
You placed your hands on his solid, toned chest, looking down at someone who only that morning you had considered as an irritating friend of a friend. But now, here his was in-between your legs and you wanted him badly.
You leaned down, laying a passionate kiss on his lips, feeling the vibrations of a groan coming from him. You angled your hips and arched your back so that your pussy was hovering over his thick erection, the tip trailing over your entrance. As you pulled away from the kiss, you kept your face close to his, watching his mouth stay open, craving more. You sank down onto his cock, allowing him to fill you entirely. His eyes widened and his mouth opened even further as he felt your warm, wet pussy surround him. Once he was completely inside of you, Travis met your gaze and wrapped his arms around you, allowing you to adjust to his huge size. You weren't a virgin, but you rarely had time for dating or a sex life. You gasped as he bucked his hips forwards, pushing himself deeper.
He giggled slightly, "I'm sorry babygirl, I just can't help it."
Your pussy clenched at his new nickname for you. You moved closer to his ear, whispering, "So, you wanna go nice and slow or wild and fast?"
Travis smiled, repeating your words from earlier, "Wild and fast, for sure."
He grinned and tightened his grip on you, instantly beginning to thrust his hips upwards. You squealed as you gripped onto his arms, allowing yourself to completely relax and feel every inch of him driving into you. The tent was filled with the sounds of groans and slaps, sharps breaths interrupting every now and again. He released his grip on your waist to move one hand down to your ass and one hand into your hair, pulling slightly. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt yourself come undone on top of him, your pussy releasing wetness with force.
You lifted your body upwards, shifting your hips so that Travis was hitting your g-spot. You began to bounce on his dick, your eyes rolling backwards with the pleasure. Travis gripped onto your hips and watched your second orgasm grow, your breasts jumping wildly.
Travis was in ecstasy with his view of you. He had deeply desired to have you in this state, riding his dick, crying out in euphoria. But now it was actually happening, it was better than he had ever expected. He dug his fingers into your hips as he became nearer to his orgasm and you sensed that he was close. You leaned forward and pressed your damp chest onto his, allowing you to speed up your bounces. Travis stuttered his breaths, responding to your fast movements and you occasionally ground down onto his dick, sending waves of exhilaration through your whole body. Travis released his grasp of your hips and held your face, kissing you until you felt his torso clench and his kisses become lazy and idle. You studied his face as his breathing became laboured and his face twisted with creased eyes. Your walls gripped around him and you whimpered as you rode another orgasm. Travis' body jerked as he spurted his cum into your aching and swollen pussy, a small amount seeping out of the sides and dripping down his sleek shaft. You laid on top of him for moment, feeling his dick pumping inside of you, the sensation making you sigh with satisfaction.
Travis inhaled sharply when you eventually moved your hips, "Oh man, my dick is so sensitive right now."
You smiled, pressing a gentle kiss onto his lips, "I'm sorry! But I can't stay here all night!" You gestured downwards, his length still inside of you.
Travis reciprocated a kiss, this time on your forehead and snaked his arms around you, embracing you with his large frame. He rolled you over onto your back and you reached for some napkins that you had packed. Travis took the napkins from your hand and smiled warmly down at you, carefully sliding his dick out of your pussy and cleaning his ejaculation from your skin. He watched as some of it oozed out of you and he could swear he felt a twitch in his cock. He wiped up the remainder and balled the napkin up, leaving it next to him to clear away later.
He slumped down on the sleeping bag next to you, positioning himself on his side. His fingers traced your skin, ending with them tucking a stray section of your hair behind your ear. You smiled, staring into his pale olive green eyes and shuffling closer to him.
You cleared your throat, "Well, I didn't think that was going to happen tonight."
The night was getting darker, judging by the gradual lack of light inside of the tent. Travis' face seemed to glow however, his eyes sparkling in the dusk evening.
"Me either." He smiled, "Just a suggestion, would you wanna do that...often?"
You lowered your eyebrows, "Like a friends with benefits kind of situation?"
"I don't know, I was thinking we could date?" He bit his bottom lip, "Would you want that...dating me?" He looked hopeful.
Your mouth pulled into a huge grin, "Are you kidding? Of course I would! I'd be dating the cutest guy in school." You wiggled your eyebrows and elevated your voice in jest.
Travis laughed and pulled you closer, "Alright, alright, cut it out. You're ruining the moment!"
You laid a string of kisses that went from his neck, across his jaw and onto his lips, "I would be honoured to date you Travis Kelce."
You both laid embracing each other in total contentment for a short moment before you felt your eyelids start to droop. A numb, tingling feeling washed over your body and you burrowed yourself further towards his chest. The last thing you felt before you drifted to sleep was Travis tightening his hold around you, just how you had imagined it earlier.
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The sound of a car engine stirred you in your sleep. Your eyelids flickered open and you turned your head next to you to see Travis, face down onto the pillow with his arm draped across you. You smiled lightly and closed your eyes again, listening as the car engine stopped and you heard the doors open and close.
"Are they both in the tent? Hayley's voice whispered.
Tom laughed quietly, "How am I supposed to know?"
You kept your eyes closed as the tent opened. There was a few seconds of silence before Tom spoke again.
"It worked! And also...you owe me 20 bucks."
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Sweet Child of Mine Part 5
Series Summary: You’re Eddie’s former best best friend. The two of you drifted apart freshman year of high school and now you’re more enemies than anything else. Despite the hostility between the two of you, you still come around to help out with his eleven-month-old sister, Emma, who he and Wayne keep most of the time due to his father being in jail and his mother being an addict.
Also, I know Sweet Child O’ Mine didn’t come out until 1988, but the song is just so perfect for the story.
Pairings/Characters: Eddie Munson x Female Reader, Wayne Munson, OC characters Emma Munson, Wendy Munson and Greg Thompson, cheerleaders Amy and Lucy
Chapter Summary: Eddie comes to visit while you're sick and you two get nostalgic remembering old times.. There's a bit of an altercation at school and Eddie is stunned when you take his side. Emma hits a milestone and the three of you go out to celebrate. Eddie is starting to feel something for you, but he can't quite figure out what it is.
Warnings: Reader is sick, mentions of Eddie's mom being an addict, I think that's it? Let me know if I missed something.
Word Count: 3k
Part 1|Part 2|Part 3|Part 4|Part 6
Whatever Eddie was sick with doubles down on you, forty-eight hours in and you're sprawled on your couch, unable to combat the cough or fever.
You wish your parents were in town, but unfortunately they were both gone for work. Not that they'd be much comfort, but it would be nice to have someone's presence in the house.
There's a knock on the door and you drag yourself up, groaning.
Eddie is standing on your doorstep, smirking when he sees you. "Hi. You look like hell."
 You groan. "Come to relish in my pain, Munson? Low, even for you."
"Actually, I brought your homework. And Wayne insisted I bring you some of his homemade chili, said it’ll cure anything you have.” He thrusts the bag under your nose and the strong smell of spices makes you gag.
“Shit, you really are sick, huh?” He observes. “I didn’t get any stomach trouble with mine.”
“Must be my luck.” You mumble, heading back to the couch. "You can go, I’d like to be miserable in peace.”
"Oh, come on, ducky, don't be like that."
You whirl around, reaching out to grab the back of the sofa when the movement makes you light-headed.
Eddie is overwhelmed by the urge to reach out and steady you. It surprises him.
Instead he steps closer and asks: "You okay? Maybe you should sit down."
You nod and resume your spot on the couch, tucking your legs under you.
"You haven't called me ducky since we were kids."
He sits in the recliner across from you and cocks his head to the side, looking confused. "I haven't?"
"Nope."
"Oh, well, do you still want to be a duck?" He jokes.
You giggle. When the two of you were small,  your elementary school had taken a field trip to a farm and you had been fascinated by the baby ducks swimming around the pond behind the barn. You had told everyone that you were going to be a duck too, crying when your teacher had told you it was impossible, then sobbing harder when she scolded you for crying. Eddie had kicked her in the shin and hugged you.
If you wanna be a duck, you can be a duck.
And you'll still be my best friend?
Of course. You'll be my little ducky.
And the nickname had stuck. At least until freshman year.
Eddie studies your face. "What are you thinking about?"
You sigh softly and shake your head. "Nothing. And yes, sometimes I still wish I were a duck."
He grins. "I knew it."
For a moment, all feels right between you two again.
"Um, thanks for my schoolwork. And thank Wayne for the food."
He shifts his weight back and forth in his seat, looking uncomfortable. "Yeah, well, I owe you a thank you, too."
You raise an eyebrow. "Oh?"
He looks down at his feet. "The other night, when I was sick. You didn't have to take care of me. You could have left, or even camped out in the bedroom with Emma. But you stayed with me."
Your heart beats a little faster.
"So, I just wanted to say thanks." He finishes, still not looking from the floor.
"You're welcome, Eds. I'm glad you're feeling better."
He smiles softly when you use his nickname.
"So do I need to force-feed you Tylenol? Make you soup?"
"I'm fine, thanks. I'd hate for you to catch this again."
"Yeah, me too." He stands up, wiping his palms on his jeans. "But if you need anything-"
"I'll call. Thanks again."
He nods. "See ya, ducky."
Your heart does another little flip-flop as he leaves.
Don't. Don't start thinking the two of you can be friends again. Every time you get your hopes up, he crushes them.
But you can't help but hope just a little.
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You're back in school two days later, stretching with the rest of the cheer squad before the pep rally. You see Eddie walk into the gym and you give him a small wave.
He flips you off, but with a warm smile on his face.
You pretend to be offended, then act like you're reaching in your pocket to look for something. He watches as you pull out your clenched hand, then open it to flip him off in response.
His smile turns into a grin.
Amy nudges you. "Maybe don't flirt with the freak in front of the entire school, huh?"
You give her a frosty glare.
After the pep rally Eddie approaches you. You're taken aback at first, normally he doesn't even show up to these things, ditching to hide out in the woods behind school.
"You got a minute?" He asks, sticking his hands in the pockets of his jeans.
Amy sticks her pom-pom out in front of you as you take a step forward. "Actually, we're busy. You can stalk Y/N some other time."
Eddie smirks at her. "Seems you're the one a bit obsessed, seeing as how you're trying to control who she talks to."
"Amy, it's fine. Eddie and I are fri-" You trail off, not because you're embarrassed, but because you don't know what your actual label is. "We're cool." You finally say.
She leans in close and whispers loudly. "Oh my God, Y/N, are you doing drugs?"
"What? No! Jesus, Amy, why would you ask me that?"
"Well that's the only explanation I could come up with." She replies snidely."Unless what Greg says is true, and you're really friends with the freak."
"You aren't, are you?" Lucy asks. "I heard he's into…" She looks at him and then whispers to the other girls. "Devil worship."
They all gasp dramatically while you fight the urge to giggle.
Eddie hisses and the girls shriek.
"Devil worship, indeed!" His voice booms, intimidating and loud. "I was looking for a virgin to sacrifice, do I have any volunteers?"
"Hey, is he bothering you, ladies?"
Fantastic, just what this conversation needed.
Greg comes to stand at your side, clenching his fists as he glares at Eddie.
Amy wraps a hand around Greg's bicep, batting her eyes dramatically. "He said he was going to sacrifice us to the devil!"
Oh please.
"He said virgin sacrifice, Amy. You're safe. Hell, thanks to you, half of the football team is safe." You retort.
Her mouth drops open. "How dare you!”
Greg scowls. “You aren't honestly defending that freak, are you?"
You shrug your shoulders. "Maybe I am."
Eddie's eyes widen. He'd have never expected in a million years for you to be sticking up for him.
Greg scowls. "I told you Y/N, you hang out with the freak long enough, he'd rub off on you."
"Then I guess I should go. Wouldn't want it to rub off on any of you." You roll your eyes and walk away, Eddie on your heels.
You stomp out into the parking lot. Eddie follows behind, pulling his keys from his pocket. "Need a ride?"
"Take me to see Emma, please. She always calms me down."
He nods understandingly. "Yeah, me too."
He opens the passenger door of his van and you get in, wrinkling your nose as the smell of cigarettes and weed hits your nostrils.
Eddie chuckles when he sees your face. "Just crack the window. Wouldn't want you to get a contact high." He teases. "Although you might be more fun with a little buzz."
"Haha." You roll the window down a bit. "So, did you need something?"
He's drumming on the steering wheel, looking lost in thought. "Hmm?"
"You walked up to me. Back at school?"
"Oh, yeah. Emma's appointment with the specialist is Monday. I was kinda hoping- I mean, if you wanna come, you know, you can.”
He wants me there?
Eddie looks embarrassed to have even asked you. He'd never admit the truth, but he needs you there. The thought of going without you terrifies him.
You nod, relieving him of his misery. He breathes a sigh of relief, masking it as a cough so you won't notice.
"Um, it's in the morning, 9 am, so we'd have to skip first period, possibly second."
"It's Emma. I'd skip a whole week if she needed me."
Eddie nods. "Yeah, me too."
He pulls into the driveway and you hurry into the trailer, eager to see her. Emma squeals when you walk in, holding her plump little arms up to you.
Wayne smiles. "She's missed you."
You scoop her up and hug her tightly. She grumbles slightly and pushes at your chest. You loosen your grip and plant kisses on her cheeks and forehead.
"I missed you so much while I was sick, Emmy, did you miss me?"
She pats your cheek affectionately.
"That's my sweet Emmy." You coo.
"Em-me."
Eddie gasps from behind you. Wayne comes up off the couch, looking shocked.
You turn to Eddie, your mouth falling open.
"Holy shit, did she just say her name?"
You jostle her slightly to reclaim her attention.
"Say Emmy, baby girl, say Emmy one more time!"
She blows raspberries and squeals.
"Come on baby, one more time for your brother and uncle, say Emmy!" You prompt. "You can do it. Emmy!"
She looks up at you. "Em-me."
You shriek happily and Eddie does a little jump of excitement. 
Wayne claps his hands, letting out a cheer.
"Oh my God, she said it! She said her name!" He exclaims.
"Emmy!" She repeats, realizing it gets a big reaction.
"That's right sissy, you're our Emmy!" Eddie praises. "Our smart little Emmy."
Eddie is ecstatic. He can't remember the last time he felt this happy. He kisses Emma's cheek and then turns and kisses yours also before he even realizes he's done it.
Your mouth drops open. You realize Eddie is staring at you in shock, so you shut it quickly, busying yourself with smoothing Emma's curls and straightening her overalls.
Eddie turns away from you, touching his fingers to his lips. Other than Emma, he'd never kissed anyone. Girls had tried when he was younger, of course, and every now and then a drunk girl would throw herself at him at the Hideaway, but Eddie always shot them down. He didn't like anyone's hands on him, and certainly not their mouths.
Your cheek had been soft and warm. Another couple inches to the right and he'd have kissed your lips, he realizes. Would you have let him? Would you have kissed him back?
"Eddie?" Your voice jolts him out of his thoughts. He turns back to you and Emma, forcing a smile on his face.
"I asked if you had any ice cream? I think Emma deserves a treat for being such a smart girl." You tickle her, inciting squeals and giggles.
"I don't think so, but we could always go out." He offers.
"Sounds great. I'll go change Emma's diaper." You head to the bedroom with her.
Eddie can't help but touch his lips again. It was just a peck, it didn't last more than a second, but he felt…something.
He notices Wayne grinning at him and snatches his hand from his mouth.
"Don't say a word." He warns and Wayne chuckles.
"Hey, I'm over the moon right now. Emma talking, you smooching Y/N-"
"I did not smooch her."
"You two are making leaps and bounds today. Next thing you know Emma will be speaking French and you and Y/N will be getting married." He teases.
"That'll never happen. She'd never want someone like me. She's into jocks and popular guys."
Wayne cocks an eyebrow. He can't help but notice Eddie didn't say anything about not liking you.
"You're right." Wayne agrees. "Besides, Emma would prefer Spanish to French."
Eddie narrows his eyes. "Don't be cute, uncle."
Wayne holds up his hands defensively. "Me? Never."
You come back into the living room, carrying a freshly-changed Emma. You'd wiped her face clean, Eddie observes, and stuck a little pink bow in her hair.
"We ready to go?"
"You kids have fun."
You turn to Wayne. "You aren't coming?"
"No, I think I'm gonna take a nice long nap while the trailer is empty." He winks at Eddie over your head.
"Well, enjoy your nap. We'll try to be quiet when we come back."
You head outside and help Eddie fasten Emma in. She protests being sat down but when Eddie starts the radio she instantly perks up, clapping her hands as Eddie sings along.
Your mind drifts back Eddie's impromptu kiss. You reach up and touch your cheek, still feeling his lips on your skin.
Eddie glances over at you, smiling to himself when he sees your hand on your face.
Maybe she liked it. Maybe she would let me do it again. Do I want to do it again?
You realize Eddie is staring and move your hand from your cheek, feeling a blush creeping up your neck.
"Stop staring, weirdo. Watch the road."
"Pft. You wish I would stare at you."
You roll your eyes and suppress a smile.
Eddie parks the van in front of the ice cream parlor. He scoops Emma out of seat and the three of you go inside. You wave to your mom's friend who runs the place, then slide into a booth.
The waitress comes hurrying over, instantly cooing over Emma.
I don't recognize her. Must be new.
"Oh what a cute baby, how old is she?"
"She'll be a year old in two weeks." Eddie replies.
"She's so precious. Does she want some ice cream?"
"She'll have a scoop of chocolate and vanilla, I'll take a chocolate shake."
She turns to you.
"And for you, mama?"
You blink up at her. Huh? 
It dawns on you. She thinks Emma is yours. And most likely that Eddie is her daddy. 
Eddie grins mischievously at you. "Yeah, mama, do you know what you want?"
"Um, just a vanilla shake is fine."
When she's out of earshot Eddie doubles over, laughing hysterically.
"I'm gonna kill you, Munson."
"Oh come on, that was hilarious…mama."
"You're so gross." You roll your eyes, but Eddie can see the amusement on your face.
The waitress comes back with your order a few minutes later. Eddie helps her unload her tray, pushing your milkshake towards you.
"Here you go, mama."
You glare at him. "Gee, thanks, daddy."
Eddie's breath hitches. You don't notice, thank God, as you're trying to keep Emma from putting her hands in her ice cream.
He can't deny it. He felt something when you called him daddy. A twinge, a twitch. Call it what you want, but it excited him.
"Eddie, your shake is gonna melt."
"Maybe I like it melted."
"Okay then, weirdo, let it melt."
Emma succeeds in getting a hand in her ice cream. She squeals when she realizes it's cold and smears it down the front of your shirt.
"Oh, Emmy, careful!" You grab a napkin and wipe her hand, pushing her ice cream out of her reach. She shrieks indignantly.
You dab at the ice cream on your chest.
"Edward, a little help?" You snap.
He grabs a napkin too, blotting a stain on your left breast. You blush and stiffen.
"I meant with Emma." You say quietly.
Eddie could kick himself. Of course you meant with Emma.
You continue dabbing at the stain while Eddie feeds her. How have we gone from "don't fucking touch me" to him practically groping me in less than week?
Eddie can't even look at you. He has no idea what's come over him. For some reason he wants to touch you. He likes feeling how warm and soft you are. He's just so confused as to why.
You all finish eating and Eddie pays. You insist on leaving the tip since he covered the tab. The waitress waves goodbye, remarking to a customer what an adorable family you three are as you leave.
"Do you want me to take you home?"
"Yeah, if you don't mind. I need to do some studying before the game." You look up at him. "You should come tonight. Bring Emma."
"I've got Hellfire."
"Oh, I see. Do you wanna meet up after, get some dinner?"
"Won't you be going to your boyfriend's big party?"
"How did you know about that?"
"His friends have been buying off me all week. Can't keep their traps shut about it."
"I didn't plan on going, honestly. And for the millionth time, he's not my boyfriend."
"Does he know that? He jumped to your rescue pretty quickly today. And I saw the way you stared daggers at Amy when she grabbed his arm."
"I was staring daggers because they were being rude to you."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah, it is."
Eddie starts the van. "They're assholes, Y/N. I don't understand why you associate with them."
"I have to, for cheer."
"I don't understand that, either."
"My mom was a cheerleader, Eddie."
"So?"
So I was hoping it could be something she and I bonded over. I was hoping she'd want to come to games and stuff to see me cheer.
"Just forget it. Of course you don't understand."
Eddie falls silent. You're right, he doesn't understand. Your mom was hardly ever around, same as his. Sure she wasn't an addict like Wendy, but she was neglectful like her.
Eddie pulls into your drive. You say goodbye to Emma and get out, muttering a goodbye to him as you shut the door.
Eddie watches as you sprint up the walk and into your house.
"Well, Emma, I think I made her mad again. I just can't win with that girl."
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As far as he could tell, Steve’s parents came around more often than his friends thought they did. It was rarely for more than a day or two, but Steve still saw them roughly once a month or so.
It hadn’t always been like that of course, it started with short weekend trips away every so often in Steve’s freshman year and increased from there as Steve proved that he didn’t need to be monitored as much. And once he managed to hold down a job, before subsequently finding a new job to take when the old one burnt down.
He changed the phone number on his files after the first time he was hospitalized. The nurse wasn’t a fan of him doing it since he was underage but the last thing Steve needed was his parents hovering over him 24/7 when he couldn’t explain any of this to them. It was only luck that first time that his dad’s secretary was late catching the message for his first hospital stay, he’d been able to call her back after he was out and say it was just a sprained ankle from basketball.
The nurse let him change the number when he gave her the right combination of puppy dog eyes and a lie about that phone number just going to his dad’s spare phone at home. In reality, the original number had been the right one and Steve swapped it out.
The one time his parents had happened to be home when Steve was visibly injured, they’d grilled him for hours on not being stupid and having to be more mature and not get into petty fights. That, of course, had been after he and Billy’s showdown so the rumor about a fight reached his parents before they even hit the front door.
His parents warned him after that incident that he’d better get his grades back up and not to stick his neck out like that again or they’d be back.
It hadn’t been the worst couple of days for sure, but his parents weren’t the most loving or understanding. They weren’t bad people per se, they just had a specific idea of how things should be.
How Steve should be.
And now Steve was finally moving out of their house.
It hadn’t been his home in years, nor had it felt like he was a kid in his parents' home.
Since he graduated he felt more like a tenant that didn’t actually pay rent than anything else.
Robin was also moving out today since they only managed to finesse one full day off at the same time. She had Nancy and most of the kids helping her out. Based on a phone call with Max Steve had earlier, it was taking longer than anticipated to move Robin out because her stuff was well distributed over the entirety of her house.
Steve’s things were concentrated to his room, his bathroom, a couple boxes he’d been slowly packing away in the garage, and some additional things he was pilfering from the kitchen.
Or, Dustin was pilfering from the kitchen. It was supposed to make things faster but Dustin didn’t have any idea what things Steve did or did not need from the kitchen so Steve spent more time walking back and forth down to the kitchen to help him than actually packing up his stuff in his room with Eddie.
“Steve!”
He dropped his head. He hadn’t even stepped past the doorframe of his room after the last time Dustin called for him. “Needy little shit,” he muttered.
“You ever consider sending them away for summer camp?” Eddie asked while packing the mountain of Steve’s polos he’d thrown out of the closet into a box. “Might save us all a headache.”
“Been there, done that. Missed the little shit too much.”
Eddie snorted and rolled from his position on one spot of Steve's floor to the half-filled box of knick-knacks. He’d been bouncing back and forth from spot to spot in Steve’s room since he arrived and Steve wasn’t going to question his methods.
“I’m going down before he hurts himself yelling,” Steve said with a sigh.
He didn’t mind leaving Eddie alone in his room to pack up his things, he trusted Eddie and didn’t mind him being all up in his stuff. He and Eddie were just used to being in each other's spaces, even if it was usually at Eddie’s. Eddie and Robin were probably the only ones he’d let have that much freedom in his space and with his things though.
“Ste-“
“Jesus, I’m coming.”
Dustin wasn’t in the kitchen when Steve made it back downstairs, which was concerning in and of itself if Dustin wasn’t yelling for him. Steve didn't think his house was that dangerous, but he wouldn’t be shocked if Dustin managed to somehow get stuck or hurt regardless. Kid had no self preservation instincts and too much curiosity for his own good.
“Why are you in the foyer?” He asked once he’d located Dustin.
“I took a full box out to Eddie’s van,” Dustin raised an eyebrow at him, too much of an attitude for someone who could look so innocent if he wanted to. “You know, like you told me too?”
Steve resisted the urge to roll his eyes because the kids had been poking fun at him for that lately, he still crossed his arms though because that action was too built into him to stop. “Did you make it out to the van okay, didn’t get lost on the way?”
“Of course I did. This isn’t about the van.”
“Then why did you call me down here?”
Dustin huffed, like he was the one being put out by this ridiculous conversation. “The shoes, Steve, the shoes.”
Steve’s eyes dropped to the floor where Dustin was wildly pointing. There were a few shoes scattered around, one of his own and some of Eddie’s since Dustin’s were on his feet. “Those are indeed shoes, excellent observation.”
“Steve, you aren’t listening to me,” Dustin whined. He was still obviously distressed about something which Steve was not a fan of, but he couldn’t figure out what it actually was or if Dustin was just overreacting. His instinct to fix problems, especially when it came to the kids, was doing jumping jacks inside him.
“Walk me through it slower then. Don’t just skip around, I’m not inside your head.”
Dustin took a deep breath to calm himself, they’d been working on that one. “Your shoes,” he pointed unnecessarily, “are neatly placed on the floor. That’s how you taught us to arrange our shoes whenever we came here, you drilled it into us.”
“You guys needed to learn manners.” Steve paused. “Still do.”
“Not the time, we’re having a shoe discussion, table the manners for another day.” Steve knew that if Dustin had his way they’d never have the manners conversation again. “Eddie’s shoes are a mess, why have you not addressed that?”
He wasn’t wrong. There were four of Eddie’s shoes tossed around near the front door mat. None of them were impeding on the doors ability to open or where people would walk, still loads better than the kids before he’d forced them to be less chaotic by threat of chores. “Not the worst I’ve seen, you like to toe the line of throwing your shoes around when you’re here. And I don’t have the same kind of relationship with Eddie that I do with you guys.”
“Right.”
Dustin had a tone, not exactly one of the ones Steve was familiar with decoding. “I just mean that Eddie and I are friends. With you kids I have the whole older brother slash keep you alive thing going on.”
“Right.”
“Are we done with this shoe thing?”
Dustin sighed. “No. Why are there not matching shoes?”
Steve had asked the same question once, but with Eddie it was always best to just not ask. “Things just happen with shoes sometimes, they end up places,” Steve said, partially quoting what Eddie said months prior.
“No…” Dustin paused for a moment. “They really don’t?”
“They do with Eddie.”
Dustin looked back to the shoes, one matching pair and a left and right that didn’t match. Steve was pretty sure one of them used to be a pair of his shoes that Eddie took a liking to and the other was a boot. “But those don’t even match.”
“Still two shoes, it’s just like socks for him. Mixing and matching allowed.”
“You clearly like him too much to see reason with this.” Dustin looked at the shoes in contemplation once more. “You can go back upstairs, but if I find anything else weird I’m calling you back down.”
That wasn’t as much a threat as it was a certainty. Dustin hadn’t even found out where the other shoes were.
“He want to know your favorite cutting board or something?” Eddie asked when Steve returned to his room. Steve wasn’t sure he’d call it progress considering the room was just as chaotic when he left, but things had certainly been done in his absence.
The polo pile was half its original size but it had a friend now, a jumbled mess of jeans Eddie was half sitting in and half on top of. His bed had been stripped but instead of being empty it seemed to have become a landing place for assorted random shit that didn’t make it into the knick-knack box Eddie was filling when Steve left.
“He was throwing a fit about your shoes in the entryway.”
“I’ve been doing this since like a month after I started coming around here, is this the first time he noticed? Kid’s not as observant as he thinks he is.”
Eddie snorted after he finished speaking. He was shaking his head softly with a smile, it made his hair swish around in a way that captivated Steve. The pile of jeans Eddie was positioned on/in could not be comfortable considering it was made of denim and zippers, but Steve was tempted to drop down beside Eddie regardless. If Eddie liked to sit there Steve probably would too, well, he would if it was beside Eddie.
He was just a really good cuddle partner and Steve got a little touch starved. Eddie wouldn’t mind, he liked Steve being close to him. That’s just how they were.
“He only saw the shoes in the entryway,” Steve said, smirking slightly knowing Eddie would catch his meaning.
If it had been anyone but Eddie, the shoe thing would have confused Steve or maybe Steve would have asked them to stop. But it was Eddie and his weird shoe thing sort of kept Steve sane a few times he was stuck in the house alone.
“Shame I didn’t get to use some of the spots I’d been saving up, I didn’t think you and Robin would get a place this quick.”
“I’m sure you’ll find plenty of spots in the apartment soon enough.” Steve couldn’t really move into his room very easily given the two clothing piles directly in his way. There was also the way Eddie was looking- gazing?- at him that made Steve want to stay still forever if Eddie kept looking at him like that. “This place hasn’t really felt like home in forever so I’m not very sentimental or anything about leaving, but I guess there are some things I’m sad we never got to do here.”
Steve wasn’t sure why he looked to his bed when he said that.
Steve hadn’t meant to look at his bed when he said that.
Steve couldn’t stop looking at the bed now because that would mean looking at Eddie.
Looking at Eddie after he said that while looking at his bed.
“Now it’s not nice to tease without following through, Big Boy.” Eddie was looking up at him with his eyes wide and his tongue sliding along the bottom of his top row of teeth behind his wide grin.
Steve really should not have looked back at him.
A lifetime ago- or like, eight months, really- Steve wouldn’t have been able to interpret anything from that look other than it just being Eddie acting like a freak. But now he knew Eddie and knew his exact kind of wonderful and wacky freakiness and could read him like a fucking book.
Usually. Because Steve thought he could sense sincerity behind Eddie’s teasing words and that simply wasn’t possible. He was misreading it.
“What the fucking…” Words filtered into the room from downstairs. Saved by the Dustin. “Steve!”
“Maybe the real shame is the fact that you already packed my bedding away,” Steve said, backing towards the door because he wasn’t insane enough to say something like this to Eddie’s face and stay in the room. “But it’s too late to find out now I guess.”
Steve would probably not admit it out loud, but he fled from his room before he could see what the scheming look on Eddie’s face changed to.
That scheming look was to blame for Steve briefly losing control of his sanity. Whenever Eddie looked at him like that it meant he had some sort of crazy idea for him and Steve, one Steve always enjoyed immensely. And if he didn’t enjoy them, he still had fun because he was with Eddie and Eddie wanted him there.
That look always made Steve giddy.
“What this time?” Steve asked once he reentered the kitchen. Dustin was at least in the location he was supposed to be this time.
“Three.”
Steve blinked. “What?”
Dustin swatted the two shoes on the counter in Steve’s direction. They wobbled and flopped maybe a foot closer to him. “Three shoes, that doesn’t even make any sense. How can he have seven individual shoes here?”
“Maybe you haven’t found them all.”
Dustin sighed and pressed his hands together in front of his face. “That doesn’t make this any better.”
“You’re the one who went looking for them.”
“If not me then who?”
Steve wasn’t really sure why this was getting to Dustin so much. It was just a habit of Eddie’s. He’d come over to Steve’s, usually unannounced, leave one shoe at the door and go hide the other somewhere. Once Steve was able to recognize Eddie’s footsteps when he came over, he started always staying in whatever room he was in until Eddie found him to prevent spoiling where he’d find Eddie’s latest shoe.
According to Eddie, the most shoes he ever had hidden around the house at once was eight.
It had happened once that Steve's mom had found one. Luckily it had been one of the pairs of shoes Eddie stole from Steve so it didn’t raise as many questions as it could have, but Steve had to spend a little longer than he would have liked trying to make her think he’d just been extremely overtired from working several days in a row when he’d put the shoe in his father’s office. She had told him to drink more coffee when he got like that.
“Eddie knows where they all are. And besides, you only found two.”
Silently, because he was spending too much time around Eddie and his dramatics, Dustin backed towards the fridge. He stopped, opened it, and retrieved a boot. “Three, Steven.”
“I’d been wondering where that one was,” Steve muttered, not really paying attention to Dustin groaning at him. It was one of Wayne’s old work boots that was a little too warm down to fulfill the safety requirements of his workplace so Eddie gifted him new ones and pilfered the old when Wayne reluctantly admitted they hadn’t fit his feet anyway.
“This isn’t even Eddie’s shoe, he doesn’t have this many shoes.”
Steve shrugged, Dustin was at least half right. “Eddie only has a couple pairs of shoes that he got for himself. Those are Wayne’s old boots, most of the ones he wears here are gym sneakers. When he kept getting kicked out of gym class for not bringing his clothes the admin lady started taking the clothes her sons had grown out of for him to wear to force him to participate so he started ditching that block entirely, but not before she forced like three or four old pairs of sneakers on him. He also has a few pairs of my shoes he stole and maybe one of Robin’s, I’m pretty sure that the three of us have some sort of clothes sharing deal going on that neither of them actually told me about.”
“You- I, what- why,” Dustin set the boot on the counter beside the other shoes. “It’s weird that you can itemize all of his shoes just off the top of your head like that.”
“Not really.” Weird was kind of subjective at this point in Steve’s life, but even then most of the people around him did weird things all the time. Eddie, obviously, Robin was when she was comfortable around people, and Steve as well to a lesser extent. Lesser, but maybe becoming less less if he allowed himself to grow a little more away from his past self.
Dustin flipped all the shoes back so they were standing in the appropriate shoe direction. “So he just takes whatever two shoes are by the door anytime he leaves, no matter how different? What if there’s only one?”
“I don’t think there’s ever been none out there when he got here, he hides them for me to find so I usually come across one or two. One time he had one of his platform shoes and a sneaker though and decided that wasn’t a great combination so he went shoeless.”
“He just walked around shoeless?”
Steve felt his cheeks flush when he remembered how Eddie got out to his van that day. “I- uh- he asked me to carry him to his van, then he parked near the sidewalk which leads right up to the door of his building so it was fine.”
“Fascinating,” Dustin muttered. Steve felt oddly like one of his science experiments being analyzed.
“Are you done with this shoe thing? Because we’ve got to get finished packing sometime today or Robin will be pissed. She said I have to be at our apartment every night for at least the whole week so we properly mentally move in and that starts tonight.”
Dustin turned around to the other part of the counter, Steve had been too preoccupied to notice the pile of assorted kitchenware sitting there. “Which of these things do you want taken?” He asked.
“Just go upstairs with Eddie,” Steve relented, having Dustin down here was gaining him nothing since he didn’t know what to pack. And, sending Dustin upstairs should stop both the ongoing shoe issue and prevent Steve from having to face Eddie so soon after what he’d implied. “He’ll tell you what to pack from my room.”
“Offley familiar with your bedroom isn’t he,” Dustin muttered as he walked by. Steve swatted him on the back of the head.
He was correct about sending Dustin upstairs preventing him from coming in contact with Eddie again. Steve didn’t see him again until they were almost all ready to pack the last few boxes into Eddie’s van and Steve’s car.
Dustin had been running the boxes outside as Eddie and him finished filling them while Steve retrieved all of his things from the kitchen and a few other various small objects from other places on the main floor. His room was empty aside from two filled boxes, Eddie, and the last couple shelves of Steve’s bookcase that had things on them. The bookcase was screwed to the wall so they couldn’t take it, and most other furniture Steve could snag from his room was not exactly practical and he decided to do without since the apartment came furnished with all the necessary things.
“That one’s got the bedsheets in it,” Eddie said as Steve picked up the box nearest him. “Keep me in mind when you put them on the new bed.”
Steve flushed and left the room before he could say anything back.
By the time everything was packed and Steve took one last look around his house, Steve felt content in leaving.
This had been his home for a lot of his life, then simply a place he lived, and now he was finally ready to leave it behind. He was moving on from this place, growing away from the person he was for so long when he’d lived here, when he’d been the kid his parents were so proud of.
They weren’t the worst parents in the world, but far from good either. Family was not an obligation and they no longer felt the desire to be a part of his life so he was merely cutting the frayed thread off entirely.
He had his real family, he was moving in with Robin and they’d get to spend the rest of their lives together as platonic soulmates like things were meant to be.
“That the last one?” Steve asked as Eddie appeared behind him. He hadn’t even noticed Eddie go back inside until he was exiting again, one of Steve’s former shoes in hand.
“Last one for here,” Eddie supplied. He opened the passenger door of his van and tossed the sneaker in with the others, there were three fewer random shoes than there should have been.
Steve smiled to himself. Eddie wasn’t even taking a break from hiding his shoes from Steve until he got to the apartment.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Dustin bitched from Steve’s car.
He was holding up one of Eddie’s platform boots when Steve looked over. A sour yet not entirely unhappy look on his face.
Two shoes fewer then.
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2023: The Year of Milestones
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What a crazy year it's been, am I right? I graduated high school, and I'm now a college freshman. We got some new films that were memed a lot and made a lot of cash. The Owl House and Summer Camp Island ended. I got into some new things as well. Unikitty: Big Bright World turned 5 in January 2023, which is why I crappily edited in the milestone doodle I did for it. You can find it here because I made an ask blog for BBW. For anyone who doesn't yet know me, Unikitty and the BBW AU mean a lot to me.
Following that milestone, I realized there were more things I liked that were turning 5, 10, 15, 20, 25 or 30 that year than I thought, and those are very noteworthy digits to me. I wanted to create anniversary drawings for them in celebration. But, because I was procrastinating from them and I also had other stuff going on, I couldn't. 
Instead of individual milestone drawings, I decided to compile all of them into one big tribute. For the same reasons, though, I had to delay it to January of 2024. I was aiming to have it ready to go by about New Years' Eve. But then on Christmas day, me and my brothers were surprised with a trip to California, and we left three days later.
Without further padding out, I'll talk about the things from which the characters are here partying with me, and what those things mean to me. I'll also talk about what the 5 on my hot chocolate mug means, because I'm not 5 years old, and I wasn't born on Leap Day. Here we go! 
We're starting with the oldest thing featured, The Nightmare Before Christmas, which came out in 1993 and hit 30 years. Me and my family went to see it in a theater back in October of 2020, leading to me growing fascinated by it, its characters and its worldbuilding. I LOVE ME SOME COOL AND INTERESTINGLY DEVELOPED WORLDS, OKAY? THE HOLIDAY FOREST IS NO EXCEPTION! I thought of some other towns based on New Years, birthdays and Earth Day. I also thought up some backstory for Lock, Shock and Barrel because they're my favorite characters and I need more of them. Honestly, I felt like I was late to the party. Like, why hadn't I watched it sooner? But let me tell you, you can get invested in something at any time, no matter how dead its fandom is. I think the reason why TNBC stuck with me is because of its spooky-fun atmosphere. I'm not a fan of horror movies; when I go into the garage or go to pee at night, I have this subconscious fear that something's gonna jump out and slash me in two. I sleep with a nightlight on, too. But if it's clear that the spooks are non-threatening (which the Halloween Town citizens made clear in This is Halloween) and there's no graphic violence or gore anywhere, I'm all for it. After all, I enjoy both cute and dark things, and that's how I present myself. Also, I made an entry for TheITinFIT's YTP collab for TNBC in observance of its 30th anniversary, and you can watch it at the link in the replies!
Finding Nemo came out in 2003, so it's hit 20 years. Let me tell you- I was scared of this movie when I was younger. I wouldn't watch it because of the part where Marlin and Dory were sucked up by that whale, or when that pelican swallowed them (not Nigel; he's a good egg). I was also scared of that Octonauts episode where Dashi gets stuck inside a whale shark. I've always had this fear of getting swallowed by a larger being. And this is just my personal opinion, but I'm disgusted by vore. It's not for me, and it's never been. I can handle those scenes now- after all, Dory and Marlin made it out alive both times (and Dashi did, too). Later on, I had a greater appreciation for FN. Like spooky-fun stuff, another favorite, uh, aesthetic of mine is oceans and the sea. I dunno- sea animals are cool, and I've been fascinated with them since I was a kid. I had this phase where I wanted to be a marine biologist. There's just something so relaxing, but simultaneously exciting about Finding Nemo, and for that reason, it's now one of my favorites from Pixar. 
I was listening to the theme song for this show while writing this. Teen Titans also premiered in 2003, and I'm kind of ashamed to admit that I was introduced to it by Teen Titans Go. In 2018, we saw Teen Titans Go To The Movies in theaters, and I followed TTG up until, like, 2021. By that point, it just wasn't enjoyable for me anymore, but I still very much enjoy the classic series. I watched it from start to finish in 2019 and got super into it, especially the HIVE Five. On Wattpad, I created a random story that was basically a blog for the HIVE. I wrote them profiles, let my followers ask them questions, and did incorrect quotes. It's deleted now, though. I was weirdly obsessed with See-More to the point where I made an OC that was his cousin, made OCs based on the other four senses, and shipped him with Scorpion (though they broke up later on). My mom printed the HIVE symbol on a black T-shirt, and it's still in my closet today. Besides them, one of my other favorite characters is Raven. Any character with a purple and black color scheme will catch my eye, but I also found her history and character traits interesting to the point where she influenced one of my favorite OCs I've made. I've got the entire Teen Titans series on DVD, including the Trouble in Tokyo movie. It was one of the first things I could say was one of my fandoms, so it's got a special place in my heart. By the way, I’d LOVE a (good) HIVE Five movie. 
Another thing I absolutely ADORE that came out of 2003 was the Mario & Luigi RPG series. I mean, I've been playing games in the entire Super Mario franchise since I was young. With this series, I'd always be playing Partners in Time, Bowser's Inside Story and Dream Team on my DS, but in both games, I could never get past two parts. For PiT, I couldn't beat the Swiggler, and in BiS, I couldn't get past the Pump Works area inside Bowser. (Like, I couldn't find the Stingler, even though it was actually super easy. You know, the sparky bzzt thing that opens that one door?) Dream Team was the only game my younger self actually completed, and I think that's why it was the game I liked the most. We got Paper Jam when it came out, and though me and my brothers fought over who got to play it for a while, I played it and beat it. I REALLY started getting invested in the M&L series in 2017, when the Superstar Saga remake came out. Now, as I said earlier, big, elaborate worlds with multiple places to explore and lots of characters will have my attention! So, I was hyped to traverse the Beanbean Kingdom. I never played the original Superstar Saga because we never owned any type of Gameboy. But, I got the remake, played it, and beat both SS and Bowser's minions. One thing led to another, and I fell back down the M&L hole. I even wrote a Prince and the Pauper-like story about Prince Peasley and Red, one of my OCs, but it's also deleted now. I had the idea that the series would be a great TV show, leading to me developing an AU in which I write it like one, with my own characters and kingdoms. Some of you may be thinking that if the M&L series appeals to me, then I would enjoy Paper Mario, too. If you are, I think you might be right! 
As I just said, I loved Dream Team the most, and it's still my favorite game in the series. For this occasion, I was planning on writing a post on why Dream Team was, in fact, a CLASSIC, but again- because of personal business and procrastination, I didn't. I forgot all of my points anyway. But I will say this: even with all the long tutorials, the visuals in the game are absolutely GORGEOUS. I love how well-detailed everything is. The colors were so vibrant and dream-like (just like the game title, guys!). And, the music is AWESOME. In fact, it's one of my favorite game soundtracks ever. I want more of the music with lyrics! I already wrote some for three of them! Luigi really got his time to shine, and his and Mario's brotherliness thoughout the game was just SO amazing and sweet. Luigi believes in Mario so much, and he's willing to fight alongside him, and they're unstoppable together! Also, the Pi'illos were and still are an extremely interesting concept to me, to the point where I thought up a whole Elena of Avalor-type character arc for Prince Dreambert. To me, he seems like a prince learning to rule his land in a different time after being stuck in a nightmare chunk for who knows how long. Anyways, Dream Team is amazing. I freakin' love it. Not much more needed to be said. 
Hitting 15 years in 2023 is one of my all-time favorite movies ever, WALL-E! I have loved and appreciated this movie ever sense I was a literal toddler! I made a bunch of little WALL-E stories, so I’ve been writing fanfiction as early as then. I just didn’t know what that was yet. I remember pretending to be EVE and M-O, the latter of whom is my favorite character. I loved it when I was younger, but I didn’t realize just how amazing it was until I started fixating on it again in 2021. When you revisit something, you can notice lots of things you hadn’t seen before and understand why you love it and what makes it so great. Like, I came to better understand WALL-E’s story and themes, and appreciate how gorgeous it is. I watched Hello, Dolly because of WALL-E, and the parallels I noticed blew my little mind. Those old stories I wrote when I was 5 influenced that WALL-E human AU I made. I think I might bring back my gijinkas and create ones for other things with non-human characters because I miss them. I think the reason why this movie appeals to me is because WALL-E himself is fun and perky and curious (and music-loving) in a similar way to myself. And, I’m a firm believer that there’s more to life than my job. I think that because of WALL-E, I enjoy sci-fi stories and worlds just as much as fantasy stories and worlds. I’m also a sucker for stories that combine sci-fi with fantasy. I still love and appreciate WALL-E so, so, SOOO much, and it’s such a huge part of my life. Autistic WALL-E is real to me. 
A movie that came out the same year as WALL-E that I also still love a lot is Ponyo. It came out in the US a year later, but I’m still including it here. Ponyo was my introduction to Studio Ghibli, and I watched it as often as I did WALL-E back in the day. Me and my brother LOVED this movie and would watch it while in in the car a lot of the time. I remember that my brother even started pretending to be a character called “Sonyo.” I think he also started liking ham. I already said how much I love oceans and fantasies! I don’t really watch a lot of anime or movies from Japan, so this was actually my first time drawing Sosuke and Ponyo. I think they came out pretty great. If it hadn’t been for this movie, though, I don’t think I would have wanted to check out Ghibli’s other films. I did watch Doraemon, Yokai Watch and some Pokémon XY Kalos Quest, so I think I still may have wanted to see other anime shows like Eizouken (which I watched all 12 episodes of). But, I’ve got Ponyo to thank for introducing me to Japanese animation as a whole, and in 2021, I watched all of Ghibli’s other movies (except for Grave of the Fireflies). I think I’ll rewatch Spirited Away and Arrietty sometime later on. I really want to see The Boy and the Heron.
There’s a good number of 10s here, by which I mean these things all came out in 2013. The earliest of these is Steven Universe, which came out in May of that year. I got into Unikitty when the last few episodes of SU were being hyped up. I remember watching a clip for Tragic Magic before YouTube slapped the For Kids thing on it, and most the comments were like, “Give us Legs From Here to Homeworld!” So later on in, like, 2019, I got curious and started watching the show from late Season 3 onwards. My first episode was Earthlings. Then, I watched the whole show from start to finish when CN did the Every Steven Ever thing before the movie came out. I watched the movie past my bedtime ‘cause it premiered on a school night. I made myself a gemsona, my brother started watching the movie and getting interested, and I watched the whole series with him including Future. Even with its flaws, and despite what people say about it, it was an enjoyable watch for us! It’s not the best thing ever because nothing is, but I’m on the side of defending it. Even with its flaws and all the shade it got thrown at it, it paved the way for lots of great things and helped so many people feel understood. This show is legendary in more ways than one, and it still has my respect. 
I’ve been interested in Ever After High since it first launched in 2013. I never had any of the dolls, but I think I watched a few episodes of the series. I remember reading Shannon Hale’s books and owning some of the other toys (like a lockable diary). I was interested in Monster High as well (creepy/fun and cute style! Right up my alley!), but I mostly leaned towards Ever After High. I’d also search the web and look up information about the characters. Raven’s included here because, once again, purple and black color scheme! Yay! But it’s mainly because I remember wanting to be like her. I wanted to be a rebel, and I began calling myself one. Back then, I interpreted her as being so defiant of her prewritten destiny that she believed following it was dumb. But I’ve grown since then, and I came to realize that she isn’t like that. Far from that image, in fact. It’s such a HUGE shame what happened to EAH, but I’m glad there are still people out there who show interest in it. I currently follow someone who’s got lots of ideas for a reboot! Sign me up!
I loved lots of other games in the Super Mario franchise, like Mario Party 9 and New Super Mario Bros. for the DS. My great enjoyment of Super Mario 3D World pretty much goes hand-in-hand with Ever After High. Why, you may ask? Because of the weird crossovers I wrote. Let me explain! Hear me out! I was a well-known enthusiast for the game’s Sprixies. You know, those little fairy creatures? I even had names for the Sprixie princesses based on their colors: Greenia, Yellowlina, Bluia, Orangia, Violet, Aquamarina and Redna. (Get it? Edna, but red?) These days, I still call the purple one Violet, but I gave the rest of them other nicknames. Also, back then, I had the red one be the queen of the Sprixies even though the green one is implied to be the face of the seven. Back to the ridiculous EAH crossovers. I made Sprixie sisters for the female characters in the series. The male characters had Toad brothers. It wasn’t just canon characters, either- I also made Sprixie and Toad siblings for people’s OCs I found on the internet. I even typed up a story about the characters and their, quote-unquote, siblings. But yeah- Super Mario 3D world was ridiculously fun, the music was bouncy and catchy, and the graphics are actually really pretty. In the last worlds, whenever we didn’t have enough green stars to advance, I’d organize the Daily Green Star Hunt. Games like this are the reason why I love searching levels for treasures and trinkets as I go along, and I don’t want to advance until all is found. I’m at a point in my life where I completed SM3DW (and also Bowser’s Fury, since we got that edition) to its entirety with everything you could collect in the game. This game stands as one of my top favorites in the Mario franchise as a whole, so much so that I wanted to include it in Mario & Luigi Rewritten.
I love a lot of films from Pixar, but when I was 9, I especially loved Monsters University. The most noteworthy memory I have with it, which is also the most important one to me, is when I had my tonsils removed. By the way, that’s the only time I ever had surgery done on me. After it happened, the next three or so weeks consisted of me eating nothing but ice cream, taking nasty medicine, and messing around with an iPad on this app called Toontastic (if anyone here has heard of it, you’re a legend to me). I also rented MU out on the TV without my parents’ permission and watched it on repeat. I loved to doodle the movie’s background characters and include my doodles of them into my Toontastic cartoons. (Yeah- the app had a thing where you could draw your own characters and backdrops. Also, off-topic, but Toontastic is the reason I know about Deng Xiaoping.) Also, I shipped the frats and sororities with each other. Like, all six of each one. The RORs with the HSSs, the EEKs with the JOXs, the PNKs with Oozma Kappa. Except for Mike, whom I knew was with Celia, and Sulley, who I shipped with… Carla the Killer Claws lady? That wasn’t the best idea. Johnny x Rosie is a ship I still remember quite fondly. Like I said with WALL-E, the older you get, the more you notice why you love a film so much and what makes it good. I really appreciate MU’s message about how it’s okay to fail. And yes, it is! Because if failure wasn’t an option, you wouldn’t know how to pick yourself back up on your feet when things go wrong. Even if you don’t achieve the dreams you hope for, that doesn’t mean you’re done for and there aren’t other doors you can go through. You still matter. My brother and I made a bunch of jokes about MU when I started college. Of course, it’s not what college is actually like, but I still love it and the original Monsters Inc. If I ever see Steve Buscemi, Billy Crystal or any of the other people from this movie in real life, I’m telling them about me watching it while recovering from surgery.
I’ve always gravitated towards the Mario franchise more than the Sonic franchise. And while I have played Mario and Sonic at London 2012, I didn’t like to play anything solely Sonic except for Sonic Lost World. I know, I know- it wasn’t well-received, but that doesn’t make me any less of someone who enjoys Sonic. Back then, I loved watching cutscenes and walkthroughs of the game, and I was particularly fascinated by the Deadly Six. I can only remember looking up pictures of them and reading fics about them. But, that led me to come back to my affinity for them in 2020. I became interested in fleshing out their characters more and imagining what their pasts were like. I do that a lot when I hear people say a thing is half-baked or cookie-cutter of mediocre/bad. I also created my own Zeti characters as well. I played other Sonic games like Colors and Forces, I saw the movies, and I thought up my Mobian characters. Also, I watched Snapcube’s SA2 fandub. I was there to witness Eggman go on the moon. I’d love to branch out to more Sonic stuff, so if anyone would like to recommend me some, please do! I’m all ears! If you’ve seen Take Me To Snurch (Snail Church), a version of that with the Zeti is stuck in my head now. 🎶 Take me to zurch. I’ll worship like a Zeti at the zhrine of your zife… 
Oof… I’m just gonna say that Frozen fever was inescapable back in the day to tons of kids, including me. When I was a kid, I was a huge copycat. I’d be into things because my friends were into them, and I’d plagiarize other people’s stuff almost all of the time. So, I don’t really remember if I was genuinely interested in Frozen. But apparently, I was enough to have my 9th birthday party be themed around it. Also, I remember that shortly afterwards, I had a sleepover with my friends from dance class, and we watched the movie together (not all of it). Right before we went to bed, we were all singing Let it Go as loud as we could. Frozen’s impacted my young life enough for me to take inspiration from it for Broken and Frozen. But, I agree when people say we need to warm up.
Lastly, there’s my milestone, which just so happens to be Christmas. On Christmas of 2018, I got a new computer, and my parents told me they’d set up the Wattpad account I’ve wanted since before I turned 18. I was first introduced to Wattpad after watching a video about fanfiction and reading the MC:SM Rewritten series (even though it’s now inactive). I talked about the weird little things I liked in real life, but while people listened, I never felt like they really knew what I was talking about. I started uploading my random thoughts, characters and stories to Wattpad, and I started making friends with people who were interested in the same things as me. When I did that, I really felt understood. The same happened when I joined DeviantArt in 2019, and for a while, it was just those two. Later on, in 2021, I hopped on Tumblr, YouTube and AO3. Then came Discord, and most recently, Amino. I was and still am fiercely loyal to my creations and my pals online. Through my high points and my mess-ups, I’ll want to connect with my closest friends and mutuals whenever I can. I’ve found enjoyment in lots of things, and I’ve come so far in terms of developing my artistic skills. When online, I found it easier to connect with people because I could more easily seek out people I had things in common with. What’s especially important to me is that connecting in this way is how I met one of my best friends ever, and while on my trip, I got to see them in real life. I hope it happens again someday. It’s not good to be chronically online, of course. But, being here has helped me discover myself and find peace within this world in ways you can’t even imagine. To everyone I’ve ever interacted with, thank you for five wonderful years! 
Wow! This sure was a lot. To everyone I’ve ever befriended and followed over these things and others, and to everyone who followed me, I can’t thank you enough for being here! You guys are the reason I keep logging in almost every day and why I’m still on my feet. Especially you, Hino! Thank you so, so, SO much! 
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!! 🎆💜🖤🦇
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mytheoristavenue · 2 years
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Eddie with his 6 lil nuggets with reader 😩
This was really cute, I took some artistic liberties, but hopefully you still like it!
ST Eddie Munson x Reader - Sweet Child O' Mine
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Warnings: fluff, annoying kids, over stimulation, anxiety, child endangerment, fear of death, protection, thinking someone died/drowned, ANGST
Summary: After graduation, you and your friends decided to take the kids on a camping trip.
"Jesus H. Christ!" Eddie's shrill voice complained. "Can you shut the fuck up, Dustin? Nobody cares about what kind of trees are native to this state or whatever!"
You smiled sympathetically, resting your hand on his shoulder, turning back to the kids in the back seat. "I care, Dustin, but how about we save it for when we get there? Then you can show us the trees, and not just talk about them." You offered, smiling. Out of every minor in the car, Lucas, Max, and himself, Dustin was the only one to forget his walkman. He'd made Eddie turn off his stereo, claiming the metal gave him a headache, and he'd been talking nonstop ever since.
You thought for a solution, tapping your thin with the pad of your index finger, before settling on an idea. Digging on your bag, you found an old walkman with a cracked case. You opened Eddie's glove box, finding something that Dustin would like, before loading the cassette. "Here," you said, handing it back to him with a smile. "You can borrow mine."
The teenager's hands claimed the device, looking it over. "God, (Y/N), thing's ancient." he commented. "First edition, I think." you blushed a bit. Your family had never mad much money, and you honestly had only had the player so long. Eddie'd bought it for you from a pawn shop back in Freshman year and you loved it dearly.
Dustin could see Eddie casting him glares from the rear view mirror, prompting him to change his tune. "L-Like, ancient in a cool way, I mean! Like an artifact. Thank you." You smiled at him, patting your boyfriends thigh. Now that all the kids were distracted, you could turn the stereo back on, and Eddie would calm down. Your fingers brought it to life, tuning it to pay a song that was highly sentimental to your relationship: Sweet Child O' Mine.
He instantly let loose of all the tense energy in his body, waiting for the lyrics to begin, ready to sing along to them. His lips closed again when you began to sing instead.
"She's got a smile that it seems to me, reminds me of childhood memories where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky."
It was rare that Eddie got the chance to hear you sing, not because you weren't good at it, but because of how shy you were about it. Him and his friends had actually on more than one occasion asked you to join their band, but you'd always just laugh off the offer. "Now and then when I see her face, she takes me away to that special place and if I stare too long, I'd probably break down and cry." he cooed, his pitch complimenting yours quite nicely.
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"Okay, shit heads," Eddie said, twisting to pop his back. "Get outta my van." You giggled at him, sliding out of the passenger seat, grabbing your bag out of the floor board as you did. You walked around to the back of the van to begin un packing as Steve called everyone over.
"Alright, kids," he said, hands on his hips. "Because we're responsible for you and whatever you do while we're out here, the cabin we rented is gonna be supervised." The kids all groaned, a few of them hoping to get a bit of alone time with their respective partners. You giggled at them as Steve continued to drone on as they hiked up to the cabin.
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Night had fallen, and you all sat around the fire pit, Eddie strumming softly on an acoustic guitar with your head on his shoulder. You were all roasting marshmallows, swapping embarrassing stories, and intermittedly singing off key to what ever your boyfriend happened to be playing at the time. Currently, you had been playing a child friendly version of truth or dare, and Jonathan had been telling the story of having to pry a Lego figure out of Will's nose, everyone laughing at their expense. After a bit of time had passed, Nancy and Steve had come to the conclusion that it was probably time for bed, planning to take everyone canoeing early the next day.
You had been laying in bed with Eddie, fast asleep, when you rolled over, eyes opening slightly to reveal an empty bed beside you. Confusion set in as you groggily sat up, his arm still wrapped around you. You blinked, realizing that there were three empty cots between you and the wall. Your brows knitted together in panic as you shot up to a stand, spinning around.
You hurriedly shook Eddie awake, kicking into your shoes and shouting to wake everyone else. "Guys, guys! Wake up, the kids are gone!"
Eddie jumped up immediately, aiding in your shaking his friends awake. "Jesus H Christ, wake the fuck up!" he shouted, stomping his boots on the floor to make as much noise as possible.
All of you finally darted out of the cabin, all in your pajamas, and all breaking away to search for the kids. Jonathan hushed the five of you, listening intently. "Do you hear that?" he asked his girlfriends as her brows furrowed.
"Laughing," she replied. "That's Mike." You sat there contemplating where the sound could be coming from when Robin suddenly broke into to clumsy sprint westward.
"The river!"
You had all broken off into three groups, fanning out to find the children, and you were currently losing your grip. You were rambling Eddie's ear off, firing off all the terrible things that could have happened to them, alone in the woods. He acted highly annoyed on the outside, not at you, but at the kids for sneaking out, but inside, his mind was melting. What if they were hurt, or worse? Could he carry one of them back to camp? What if he couldn't do anything?
"Baby, you've got to calm down." he finally said, gripping your shoulders and gazing deeply into your eyes. "We're gonna find them, I promise." You nodded, trusting him as he pulled you into his chest, seeing your glossy eyes shed a tear. Suddenly, you heard a feminine scream that you recognized as belonging to a redheaded little girl.
"Max!" you shouted, breaking away form him and into a sprint toward the sound. "I can hear rushing water, we have to be close!"
Before you realized it, you both were standing on the river bank, all six kids before you, holding onto rocks, roots, and each other for dear life as the rapids tried to pull them away. Mike shouted out to you when he caught sight of you, more worried for his girlfriend, who clung to his waist with terrified tears in here eyes. "Help! Eddie, please!"
You couldn't think, you didn't hesitate, you threw off your hoodie and shoes, before jumping into the river before your boyfriend could stop you. "(Y/N), wait, we need a fucking plan!" he shouted, watching you heroically, force your way through the water, disobeying the current.
You mad your way to Jane first, she being the closest, and with the least security. "El, I need you to let go." you yelled over the roaring stream. She shook her head, nuzzling into Mike's side, uncertain.
"Are you crazy, she'll fucking die!" her boyfriend protested, tightening his grip on her. You shot him a stern look before looking back to El with open arms.
"I'm gonna catch you, I promise." With a big inhale, she took a leap of faith, letting Mike's shirt go, instantly being taken by the rapids, only to have your protective arms wrap around her, your heels dug into the dirt, and lodged between two rocks for stability. You turned back to shore to find Eddie, still trying to work up the courage to jump in after you. "Ed, take her!" you demanded, swimming the teenager to the shore. He did as you asked, wading into the stream at a safe distance, ready to receive the girl into his arms.
Suddenly, you lost your footing, screaming out as your arms left El's torso, letting her flow freely passed you. This was the last straw for Eddie as he dove into the river, just in time for Jonathan and Nancy to make their way through the brush. "(Y/N)!" he shouted, letting the current pull him toward you, securely catching the both of you in his arms.
"Eddie! Grab on!" Jonathan yelled, he and his girlfriend holding a branch for him to grab onto. Eddie didn't hesitate, instantly pushing towards the end of it, grabbing it and allowing himself to be pulled out. Once he was close enough, he gave El a harsh shove, making her fall to her knees on the shore, where Robin was now waiting to let her collapse into her arms. Steve now took Nancy's place at Jonathan's side, with her wading into the water to collect the kids as you rescued them.
"Go, (Y/N), get on land." Eddie ordered, trying to push you away, but you dug your heals into the mud.
"I'm not going anywhere! Our kids are in danger, Eds, now either help me, or get out of my way!" you snapped, making your way back to Mike to pull him out. You boyfriend growled at your stubbornness, holding your hand to form an extension of the branch for you to reach him. The younger Wheeler instant leapt to grab your hand, being pulled to safety by the chain you'd made. Once he was safe, Nancy squeezed him him her arms, wetting her sweater, and threatening him to never do that to her again.
Next was Will, who just just about a foot farther than Mike had been. "Will, grab on!" you shouted. "I've got you!" You could see his eyes dart between you and his worried brother.
"C'mon, buddy," Jonathan reassure him with a sentimental smile. "It's gonna be okay!" With that, he let go of the rock he clung to, being carried away by the current, but catching your hand, just in time. Relief washed over Jonathan's tired features, knowing his brother was safe, and now in his girlfriend's loving arms.
“Max, c’mon, you’re next!” you shouted to the terrified girl, reaching for her, frustrated when she simply clung to Lucas tighter, screwing her eyes shut.
“I can’t!” persisted, looking away from you. “I’m too scared!”
Eddie groaned, holding your hand as tightly as he could, his eyes catching Dustin, the farthest across the river, losing his grasp on the root he was holding onto for dear life. “Red!” he called out. “You’ve gotta trust us!” He shot her a fake smile, seeing that he’d caught her attention. “Look at everything you’ve been though in the last few months, you took down an interdimensional demon! How are you gonna let a little water take you out? You’re better than that, Max!” he hyped, begging for her to jump. “Just let go and I promise, you’re never going to be in danger again!” You could see the gears turning in her eyes as your fingers barely grazed Lucas’s shirt. “Max, Please!”
Finally, the ginger jumped into your arms, her smaller frame glued to you, tangling her libs around you for security. Lucas also let go, grabbing your hand, and his eyes gazing into yours with a deep gratitude. You passed Max to you boyfriend, who passed her along to Robin, and the same with her boyfriend. 
Finally, your eyes locked on Dustin. He was much farther away the others, horror written across his face. There was no way you could reach him the way you had the others. “Dustin!” you called out to him. “It’s gonna be okay!” To be honest, you couldn’t promise that. You had no idea how you were going to rescue him, and time was dwindling. 
While you were thinking, the teenager shrieked, slipping away from the mossy root, You screamed his name, instinctually slipping out of Eddie’s grasp, much to his horror. Eddie lost his mind as watched you cradle his little brother in your secure arms, right over the cusp of a water fall. 
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“Dustin,” you whispered, gravity pulling tears upwards from your terrified eyes as you fell. “Dustin, listen to me.” The boy nodded, holding you, also crying as he clung to you. 
“I’m listening, (Y/N)!” 
“I love you, Dusty, and I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you!” you sniffled, hugging his neck. “You’re the best little brother I could have ever asked for, even if we’re not really related.”
“I love you too, sis!” he cried into your chest. “I'm sorry!”
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Eddie felt all his most primal instincts taking over as he lead the pack, darting through the woods, not caring for the cuts and bruises he acquired on the way. Now at the bottom of the fall, he spotted you two, barreling for the water below. Before he could possibly react, you hit the surface, your head harshly slamming against a rock in the much calmer stream when you did. You boyfriend waded through the water, rushing to you as Dustin resurfaced, gasping for air. The pair instantly clung to one another, before realizing that you were nowhere to be found. (Y/N)?!” Eddie sobbed into the night air. “Where are you, baby?!”
Nancy felt her heartache, watching the boys struggle to find you as she, and the rest of the party made their way into the river to search for you. “I found something!” Robin called, spotting what looked to be your hair floating not far from where the boys stood. “Help me.” she commanded, gently pulling you from the ripples. 
Eddie froze, tears already streaming form his eyes. You were lifeless, and void of color, save for the sanguine contaminating the water. Slowly, he pushed his way though the crowd, falling to his knees in the water, cradling your body in disbelief. He cried over you, weeping, gently shaking you, as if it would help.
“We should get her back on land.” Steve piped up, grabbing your arms to drag you into the sand. Jonathan took it upon himself to take you by the ankles, lifting you out of the water. A few followed them, but most stayed with your boyfriend, who’d fallen catatonic, sitting on his knees, eyes a leaky faucet, dripping dears that collected into the stream. With little resistance he allowed his friends to lift him up, walking him to the shore, to you.
Again, Eddie fell to his knees, defeated, and wept over you, brushing wet hair out of your face, smiling sadly as he shakily sang to you. “ She's got eyes of the bluest skies as if they thought of rain. I'd hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain...” He laid his head on your chest, pulling you into his lap, sobbing quietly. 
His eyes suddenly shot open, his neck snapping to look at your face, having felt your chest rise and fall with the cycle of a breathe. “ Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place where as a child I'd hide.” You coughed, lake water sputtering out and leaking over your lips as you looked up at your lover with a gentle smile. “And pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by...”
“(Y/N)!” Eddie cried, hugging you tightly, perhaps a little too much so. “Fuck, I thought you were gone!”
“I could never leave you, Eddie.” you nuzzled him, “I love you too much.”
“I love you too, baby girl.” He answered, still sobbing quietly, finding it hard to stop. You reached up and carressed his cheek. 
“And I couldn’t leave out six little nuggets behind.” you giggled, couching up again. You glanced over to the kids, soggy and dripping wet. You reached out a hand, signaling that you would like a hug. Instead of that, they all tackled you, paying no mind to your injuries, simply overjoyed that you were okay. Max got to you last, inserting herself onto the dogpile that was your little group hug. Her eyes flickered up to Eddie, who was watching fondly. Flustered, she leapt up to throw her arms around the man’s neck, snuggling into him with tears in her eyes. 
“Thank you, Eddie...”
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starseneyes · 9 months
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Goodbye Cheryl Anne Marek 1984-2023
If you've been around for a while, you've probably seen me talk about my dear friend Cheryl in my Metas. Well, this morning, she lost her fight with cancer after a 5 year battle.
Under the cut is what I wrote on other Socials to remember her... not by how she died, but how she lived.
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CHERYL UPDATE: At 1AM, my beautiful friend left this mortal plane.
I've had so much time to prepare, you'd think I'd be impenetrable, but I admit I'm aching knowing she's gone.
For 5 years, she battled terminal cancer. But I want to share a few memories of how she lived.
Cheryl and I met when we were 11. Gifted kids, both of us. We shared most our Middle School classes.
Middle School was an adventure that we all survived together. Cheryl and I were always friends, even if I don't think either of us would have considered each other a best friend at that point.
We shared a lot of the same friends, so it was natural we hung out together.
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By high school, we were both in the chorus. I tried track Freshman year, but there was a snag.
Despite Mom working 18hr days as a film/tv hair & makeup artist, she couldn't afford to give me money for dinner out after track meets.
I babysat, but couldn't earn fast enough.
When I told Cheryl why I had to quit, she offered to pay for my dinners the rest of the year.
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It was $7 once a week to Sonic, but to me it was an overwhelmingly kind gift. I wanted to turn it down, but something in me said to accept.
That was Cheryl's first gift.
After Sophomore year, I moved to Virginia. We didn't see each other for nearly a decade until she moved to Virginia—a half hour from me.
We started hanging out, again. Cheryl wanted to do a Fun Run, but I was strapped for cash. She gifted it to me. Another gift.
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I had three kids, and when the Littlest was not even a year, I was laid off. I built my freelance career bit by bit, but that first year was tough.
Cheryl saw the strain and took me for dollar tacos every Wednesday. Sometimes the baby joined and flirted with other tables.
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I hosted chili cook-offs and game nights, and lots of other fun over the next few years.
Cheryl was diagnosed with esophageal cancer and given 2% odds of living a year.
She missed her commissioning as a Civil Engineer in the military by three weeks. Her Cancer battle began.
The short version is that she beat it… then was diagnosed, again, then beat it, again.
We saw each other as much as her schedule of treatments and trips allowed. You see, Cheryl didn't let Cancer stop her.
She went skiing, ice climbing, adventuring, and built memories.
Cheryl came on a camping trip with me that Matt couldn't make. We had SO much fun… until my Eldest nearly knocked out 4 teeth.
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As I sped down the mountain she made calls. When asked how long we'd be, she said, "It won't take long. Rachel's driving like a bat outta hell".
We tried an RV trip together, once (LONG story), and the kids had a marvelous time out on the water with Aunt Cheryl.
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One of the last good times before Cancer came back a third time. And still, as she was fighting to finish her Doctorate (she did) and finding ways to help those she loved.
The biggest gift Cheryl gave me was a friend who understood me. She got me. And I got her.
Talking to Cheryl, she understood my drive. My passion. How I'd forget to take care of myself while taking care of others.
Because she was the same way. We were two of a kind.
Our last text exchange was one of gratitude and love. I only hope with all that Cheryl gave me, I gave her something precious in return. Because, golly, I loved her.
Rest in peace, Cheryl Anne Marek. Your fight is over. Your legacy will live on. And I will always love you.
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chaosjester666 · 1 month
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So yea ✨️rant time✨️ because if I don't get this off of my chest I don't know what I will do to my self (TW: Talk of neglect, almost child abuse/assault, throwing up, guilt tripping, manipulation, suicidal thoughts, thoughts of sh)
So lately my mom has saddled me with a shit ton of stuff to do, despite the fact that I am trying to relax and not worry about the fact that I have a court case soon which I will not be discussing in this rant but still and I haven't gotten around to it in like 3 days cause 1) my insomnia is back which is not giving me any energy 2) I've been having migraines 3) I have been feeling sick
Now most parents when their kid tells them that they feel like their going to throw up normal care and let the kid rest, my mother? No. She instead tells me to "go throw up then" and that "for her entire freshman year and for the most part of her time in high-school she threw up ✨️daily✨️ which is not healthy so you would think she wouldn't want that for her child but no, instead she guilts me with it.
So that's been happening and now she has threatened with taking away ALL of my safe spaces as some form of messed up threat. And when I was about to begine because I'm sick of her taking my safe places from me I got sick so I went to my bathroom, and that's where she found me and she didn't even let me explain before ordering me to do more things so my list was now A)sort through books to see which are in good condition so she can uses them when she starts teaching 1st grade(why is she even making me do it solo?) B) orginize A SHIT TON LIKE 7 STORAGE BOXES WORTH of old toys and other objects from when I was little(by myself mind you and I have the attention span of a squirrel on crack) and C) feed the animals(which lately she has me do all the damn time because she's too "tired" or "waiting for her bf to tell her to come over") and D) take a shower all by the time she comes back and like she doesn't even tell me properly what time she'll be back I just have to assume she'll be back by 5, but then not even like 5-10min later AS IM ABOUT TO TAKE A SH- she calls me and tells me to come down to her bfs house.
[Now some context on why I HATE her bf, I have known her bf(M) for as long as I've been born and he is very much old school boomer, and I vividly remember one time when I was IN EITHER KINDERGARTEN OR 1ST GRADE I was being a brat (like how most kids that age are when they are being forced to do something they don't want to do) and M decided to WRAP ME IN DUCK TAPE AND PUT TAPE ON MY MOUTH mind you I was in one of those puffy winter coats BUT STILL THAT SHIT TRAUMATIZED ME. And whenever I'm around him ever since my parents divorced it feels like he's trying to be a father figure, while at the same time treating me like a servant or a brat. And my mom has forced me to go with her and her fucking boy toy on camping trips and whenever that happens I'm treated like dirt by the both of them. And he tries CONSTANTLY to trie and "stear me onto the right track in life" yet also going on and on about how I have "no respect for anyone" and that I'm an "entitled brat" and he gets pissed when I don't talk to him when I'm forced on one of their trips or when im forced to eat dinner at his place yet when I talk to him he gets pissed at me if I say something a certain way. So yea I don't like him(and it doesn't help that if I don't go down to his place when my mother asks me to come down I get yelled at).]
I ofcourse confused ask why and am just told to come down because she "told me to" and I want to know why cause I had already texted her that I was going to take a shower soon, but she won't tell me and then her boy toy gets on the line spewing shit about how I have no respect and the like before hanging up. And so I just shrug it off and JUST AS IM ABOUT TO TAKE MY SHOWER LIKE 2-3MIN LATER my fucking mother comes in and tells me to put my robe on before walking away
Now I'm confused AND now really annoyed, and so I put my robe on and go out to where they were and then told to "pick a seat" and they give me no context AND THEN AND FUCKING THEN MY MOTHERS FUCKING BOY TOY WHO IS ALMOST TWICE HER AGE STARTS ASKING ME "WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS" "WHY DO YOU HAVE NO RESPECT" "WHAT HAS YOU ACTING LIKE THIS" AND OTHER SIMILAR THINGS AND THEN STARTS PUTTING WORDS IN MY MOUTH "IS IT SOMETHING AT SCHOOL" "IS IT SOMETHING AT HOME" "IS IT TO DO WITH ME" "WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS" AND I DONT WANT TO TALK TO HIM ABOUT THIS SHIT
AND WHEN I MENTION THAT ID RATHER TALK TO A THERAPIST ABOUT THIS SHIT HE GOES "well im a therapist" now I have known this man MY WHOLE FUCKING LIFE and I have never heard of this before and when I tell him I don't belive him he goes "want me to get my license? My phd?" AND IM JUST GOING IN MY HEAD "THIS MAN IS A MECHANIC WHAT THE FUCK" and then it dawns(hehe...) on me he's serious and now I have another reason not to talk to him about this shit
Cause you see ever since I was Itty bitty like kindergarten grade and YOUNGER I have had to tag along to my mothers therapy appointments and as I got older and my anger issues began to develop and get worse I still had to come along and so when I would snap AND MY MOM WOULD GO TO HEAR THERAPIST(DAWN) I WOULD ALSO BE THERE AND THEN DAWN WOULD GRILL ME ABOUT IT AND WHY I ACTED THE WAY I DID AND EVEN AFTER TELLING THE TRUTH I WOULDNT BE BELIVED AND SHE ACTUALLY TRAMATIZED ME AND SO NOW I DONT TRUST ANY THEARPIST THAT COULD KNOW DAWN OR MY MOTHER
And it doesn't help that this went on for years until it got to the point where Dawn had given me multiple mental and emotional breakdowns. And it also didn't help that during my childhood I was bullied by a 20 something cousin in 2-3, emotionally neglected by my mother and grandmother(Sue), was basicly taught that negative emotions were not allowed, was constantly bullied at school and 1-4 had 1 toxic af friend and in 5th and an toxic friend group, was subconsciously taught that violence was the only way to be taken seriously, was taught to bottle up all anger until it burst, was not given a therapist until 6th and even then said therapist knew Dawn, was taught that my mental needs didn't matter, was taught that I would never be listened to, taught myself how to dissociate, became borderline dependent on the internet to save face and sanity, taught that no matter what I do ill never be enough, taught that my thoughts on a subject didn't matter, taught that I had no choice in career or schooling, and that my feelings didn't matter so long as I got "a good education". So to say I have issues is an under statement
And so I really didn't feel comfy talking to mother(kasondra)s boy toy and so I started doing my breathing exercises to calm down seeing as I knew I would be allowed to walk away. But then kasondras boy toy got pissed I was "ignoring" him and said "don't you start crying now" and after I didn't give him a reaction HE SLAMMEDD ON THE TABLE MULTIPLE TIMES TO TRY TO GET MY ATTENTION AND SAID "CMON GIRL GET MAD CUSS AT ME SWEAR AT ME TELL ME HOW YOU REALLY FEEL" and when I explained in a tense but calm voice that I was doing my breathing exercises he said "don't get mad yell at me tell me how you really feel" (now see I have trained myself to never tell those who are in cahoots with kasondra my real feelings) and so I snapped and yelled at him, this is how it went
"JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE I DONT WANT TO FUCKING TALK ABOUT THIS SHIT" -me
"oh ho ho ho ho don't you speak to me like that little girl"- kasondras boy toy
I began my breathing exercises again
"Look at me little girl you need to start respecting your mom, now what is wrong with you, what has you acting this way"
"I don't want to talk about it"
"Why"
"Because you won't like any answer I give"
"Oh is that it we won't do what you want"
"No"
"Then what is it"
"... just leave me alone"
"There it is 'leave me alone' what do you think that'll fix"
"I'd rather talk to a actual therapist"
"Do you really think a therapist will just fix everything? Cause I'm going to be honest therapy ain't going to do shit"
And it kept going like that back and forth until I snapped
"JUST FUCKING LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE, I NEED FUCKING THERAPY AND I AM TRYING TO CALM MYSELF DOWN BUT YOU ARNT LETTING ME AND YOU(kasondra) KNOW THAT I NEED TO BE ALONE TO CALM DOWN YOU KNOW THIS AND I AM FUCKING DONE WITH ENTERTAINING THIS SHIT SI JIST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE"
And kasondras boy toy the proceeds to threaten to bust my ass for talking like that WHEN THAT WAS WHTA I WAS WANTING FROM ME and we started a back and forth again. And I'm starting to get a side effect of having to bottle up all negative emotions because of kasondra, having an emotional break down when pissed. So im hyperventilating while this fucking boomer goes on and on about how I have no respect for anyone and how I am a entitled brat and when I told him to just leave me alone he grabbed my moms belt(WHO FUCKING OFFERED IT TO HIM WHEN HE THREATENED TO BUST MY ASS TO WHERE I WOULDNT EVEN BE ABLE TO FUCKING SPEAK) and went to hit me, AND SO I FUCKING FLINCHED AND COVERED MY FACE AS I BEGAN HAVING A FUCKING PANIC ATTACK he didn't hit me but he got in my face and started talking about how if I was his kid he would have beat me for talking that way and when I said "good thing I'm not your kid then" HE GOT IN MY FACE AND STARTED YELLING AT ME
I finally got him to leave me alone and leave and I go and took my shower and had a complete melt down in the shower I had thoughts I hadent had IN YEARS, I thought about self unalivent and sh, which scared me cause I have to many friends to live for to even consider that, but hey at least that tipped me off on the fact that now I'm even worse mentally. And then fucking kasondra came in asking for my Swiss army knife one of my few comfort items(and I can't tell her that and she'll push and I ddint want to disclose that "hey I feel so unsafe in this house that having easy access to a UTILITY TOOL is a comfort") when I asked why she revealed Stephanie(kasondras boy toys daughter WHO IS CLOSE TO KASPNDRAS AGE) recommended TAKING EVERY SINGLE KNIFE IN THE HOUSE AND PUTTING IT IN THE SAFE so now I am down a comfort item, my safe places being threatened, feeling like shit and that even my own blood sees me as a danger, like my emotions and feelings don't matter, like my mental health doesn't matter, that my own mother considers her boy toys daughters opinion over mine, and that the only reason I'm still alive and living in this house is A) I have to many friends that I can't die on, B) I have to many plans with friends to give up, C) I don't have the money to support getting myself a place and still being able to bring my cat with, and lastly I still have goals to accomplish
So all in all today has been shit
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battleangel · 4 months
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Your Life Is The Truman Show
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This place, our "current reality", the Upside Down which is definitely a Stranger Thing, isnt a fit for me.
Its not like it was before.
I noticed it as soon as I started high school, my first day as a freshman at Bishop Ahr in September 1995.
Everything felt so motherfucking fake, forced and contrived.
The stupid mandatory pep rallies I was forced to attend in the gymnasium and having to pretend that I gave a shit that we were playing our rivals, Colonia.
I didnt.
Being forced fo sit in the cafeteria every day for an hour when I would finish my Lunchables, Sour Gushers & Hi-C in ten minutes.
Attempts to hide in the bathroom stall and the school library were met with threats of detention and an insistence that I stay in the cafeteria every day for my full lunch hour per my schedule.
Extracurricular activities were n e v a h a social fit at all, neither in junior high or high school.
I wasnt talking and I was socially isolated due to my social anxiety but I could never shake that forced and contrived feeling I already mentioned.
Everything was artifice.
Marching band playing the fluit in junior high, wind ensemble playing the flute in 4th through 8th grade. I'm front row, second from the right.
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Softball for a decade for St .Peters (3rd through 8th grade) & Franklin Township Little League (2nd grade through 10th grade). Im in the middle holding the bat.
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Girl scouts - junior high, French club & Students Against Drunk Driving - high school.
Spring & winter track - varsity lettered sophomore year - high school.
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Youth choir - church - 11 to 13 years old, Counselor in training - Inman Park - Summer 7th grade, Theater program - Villagers Theater - Summer 7th grade, Candy striper - St. Peters Hospital - freshman & sophmore years - high school, Intervarsity For Christ - freshman year - UDel, Talent Competition - junior year - high school; Talent Show - 8th grade; Vacation bible school - church - 11 to 13 yeara old.
Additional clues this place has nevah been a fit:
•During my 15 year career in corporate which spanned from 2007 to 2022, I worked twenty mostly jobs which were mostly contract assignments with only a few permanent jobs with all of my tenures being a year or less with the absolute max tenure for any one job being two years, additionally I worked over a dozen temporary jobs during that same 15 year tenure in corporate, that ranged from a few days to a few weeks to a month or possibly two at most.
•I left four jobs in six years with no job lined up (Bank of America - 2015; International SOS - 2017; Dow Jones - 2019; Amazon - 2021).
•I left Amazon (6 month contract, $55/hr) after seven days.
•College (University of Delaware) was a thousand times worse than high school and even less of a fit because now I was living in a dorm on campus surrounded by people pledging sororities, partying, driking, doing LSD and hooking up left and right and I was interested in exactly none of that.
•Corporate exposed an extremely clear pattern that had emerged where seemingly nothing was a fit for me in terms of established accepted societal structures (sports teams, marching bands, girl scouts, church choir, summer camp, high school, 4 year college, corporate America).
•Ego death and self awakening in 2023 that included my third eye opening, kundalini awakening, ego death, self ascension, self actualization, aligning & activating all seven chakras.
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•Receiving regular esoteric downloads from the Akashic Library and posting them to my tumblr and TikTok.
•Daily trips to the dreamscape at night when Im "dreaming" where I put the current days version of myself to sleep in the dreamscape and download "the next days" version of myself then I "wake up", temporarily leaving the dreamscape and traveling back to our current reality, the Upside Down, when in reality when I am asleep and dreaming I am awake in the dreamscape and when I "wake up" from my "dream" I am actually asleep in the false reality of our virtual reality simulation of what we call "life", where Im typing this, the Upside Down.
•Esoteric realization after opening my thirf eye that our "reality" is nothing but a simulated virtual reality videogame version of the dreamscape, which is actual reality.
Where we are now, where Im typing this and youre reading this, is nothing but a dream.
Limited 3 dimensional bullshit.
Car notes, mortgages, doctors appointments, electricity bills, fear of death, ridiculously extending life with insane interventions which make no logical sense as we can only delay and not stop death so it is better to self awaken accept death and realize that it is a beautiful transformation and it is nothing to fear or avoid or fight or struggle against as it is your final metamorphosis back to the beautiful ascended limitless energetic eternal butterfly you are as death is nothing but shedding the temporary cocoon of your physical manifesration of a human evolving beyond your current 3D caterpillar self back to the butterfly you are and were before your extremely temporary manifestation as a physical human being, loans, debt, credit cards, 9 to 5s, jobs, emails, Slack, Outlook, team meetings, agendas, mandated schedules, time, alarm clocks, schools, politics, duopoly, elections, propaganda, diets, gyms, fads, trends, crash diets, master cleanses, 24 hour news cycles, cultural zeitgeists, streaming services, Black Friday sales, Prime 1 Day sales, 1 hour deliveries, stock market, derivatives, stock options, investment portfolios, RSUs, promotions, mid-year reviews, performance reviews, year end reviews, cross-lateral moves, layoffs, redundancies, reductions in force, firings, hirings, sign-on bonuses, ESOPs, EBITDA, CEOs, ExCo, board members, shareholders, slave wage, labor, contracts, exploitation, gaslighting, manipulation, lies, sabotage, character assassination, false narratives, agendas, misinformation campaigns, ruthlessness, mercilessness, torture, phosphorous, chemical warfare, misogynoir, war crimes, maas graves, rape rooms, death squads, false imprisonment, guilty till proven innocent, driving while black, unknown & undetermined cause of death, unlicensed medical examiners office, its just another dead black guy, the case is suspended until further notice because were not investigating it, black people dont own homes they rent, all black baggy jeans black shirt black shoes black skin black car dead nigger, theyre all the same, theres a ton like him in newark, dump him in the hallway and ill try to do the autopsy in a month, false memories, false narratives, false cause of death, patriarchal dick, fake ass head of the family sociopath, convicted felon, state prison in georgia, first degree forgery, paper brother alpha phi alpha legacy brother only got in because his brothers actually got hazed, 3M offer letter in the file cabinet in the basement, parole officers, daughter printed out and kept in files, possessive jealous controlling hebephile obsession fixation predilection predation...
Aphid attraction.
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•Dreamscape is unlimited 10 dimensional, walk through walls, walk on water, fall through the sky endlessly without dying, kaleidoscopic explosion of light color supernovas lucid lush lurid visceral acid dreams. The dreamscape is limitless because its your mind and imagination. We all intrinsically know that noone and nothing can limit our imagination and we can literally think of and dream of and imagine anything. Thats all the dreamscape is.
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Where we currently reside and what we currently inhabit is a fake bastardization Upside Down version of the Dreamscape with false limits, rules, ordinances, laws, mandates, requirements, obligations, taboos, shibboleths, electrified third rails, shoulds, have tos, cants, shouldnts, donts, not allowed, need permission, need authorization, need a permit, need notarization, need a seal of approval, need a stamp of approval, need a license, need to be certified, need a degree, need letters after your name, need the clout, need the zeros in your bank account, need the wealth, need the prestige, need the status, need the company brand name, need the job title, need the red heeled shoes, need the louboutins, need the louis vuittons, need the SRTs, need the birkin bag, need the fendi, need the knockoffs, need the couture, need the flex, need the luxury, need the validation, need the approval, need the attention, need the distraction, need the gloss, need the shine, need the airbrushing, need the photoshop, need the CCs, need the BBL, need the lip filler, need the cheek implants, need the nose job, need the augmentation, need the lipo, need to inject your stomach fat into your butt cheeks, need the laser sculpting, need the brow lift, need the face lift, need the botox, need the fillers, need skims, need spanx, need a tinier waist, need abs, need muscles, need butt gains, need a thigh gap, need a 20 to 22 inch waist, need to look like the girls in the kpop industry, need hip dips, need v lines, need curves, need to be thicc, need to be thin, need to be skinny, need bigger boobs and a bigger ass...
I constantly see the Truman Show all around me.
I see Bryan Cranston stepping on set like Asteroid City at a family members streamed funeral to narrate the scene.
I see the boom mic and lightbox crash onto the set of my cousin giving birth to her first child.
I hear the director yelling "Cut!" because one of the Marine officers wasnt standing on the black X and didnt hit his mark at a family members burial.
I hear the director asking for a 25th take when a family member falls and injures herself after a work event.
I see the Black Friday Walmart ad that has a dozen items in squares and when the squares are flipped over two sets of prices are revealed: "Was $XYZ" & "Now $XYZ", however, many of the before and after prices are the exact same and many of the "now" prices are actually MORE expensive than the "was" prices.
During Amazons Black Friday Football game, I see a Dolphins defensive player lower his helmet to deliver a hit then crumple and collapse to the turf.
After the game, the same Dolphins player is interviewed for his remarkable 99 yard pick 6 earlier in the game.
Laughably, the Dolphins list the player's injury after the game as a "knee injury".
I pulled up the player, Jevon Holland's (#8) injury history, and he had a very hard collision with a fellow Dolphins defensive player last month during a game on 10/23/23.
Holland laid motionless on the turf for several minutes after the collision. He was then taken to the lockerroom and the Dolphins reported he "cleared concussion protocol" and he was put back in the game.
The very next morning, on Monday (10/24/23), when Holland reported to the Dolphins team facility, he reported concussion symptoms.
Holland was placed into concussion protocol and he was then cleared to play exactly a week later on 11/1/23.
3 weeks later, as I already mentioned, during Amazons Black Friday Football game, Holland lowered his helmet to deliver a hit, collapsed to the turf, was never checked on the sidelines or in the medical tent for a concussion and the Dolphins later reported his injury after the game as a "knee injury".
On the broadcast, Al Michaels said after Holland collpased to the turf that the NFL was trying to remove this play from the game because players lowering their head to deliver a hit is unsafe especially to the player delivering the hit.
After Holland collapsed to the turf, Amazons Black Friday Football broadcast stepped away for an injury timeout and, after commercials, once the broadcast resumed there was a graphic shown onscreen of the current AFC playoff picture.
The viewer could see that Holland was no longer on the turf so he had clearly left the field during commercials, however, Al Michaels and Kirk Hebstreit, Amazons play by play and announcement team, never updated the fans on Holland.
As I stated earlier, after the game ended, Holland was interviewed by the sideline reporter about his incredible 99 yard pick 6 and the Dolphins win.
Holland was in very high spirits.
What concussion?
Did Jevon Holland, as he did last month, report concussion-like symptoms to the Dolphins trainer today when be reported in to the team's facility after sustaining yet another collision in-game that he wasnt properly tested and diagnosed for by the teams unaffiliated neurological consultant (UNC)?
Does anyone even care?
Did anyone even notice?
After Al Michaels mentioned that the NFL legislated helmet to helmet hits out of the game to protect both the defensive and offensive players when Holland lowered his helmet to deliver the hit then collapsed to the turf, the injury timeout happened, the broadcast went to commercials then once the broadcast resumed Al Michaels & Kirk Hebstreit never mentioned Hollands injury again.
As the viewer, we saw Holland lower his helmet, deliver the hit, collapse to the turf, injury timeout, commercials, back to the broadcast, Holland had left the field during the commercials but instead of at least an update from Al Michaels saying that the Dolphins hadnt provided an update or at least state that Holland was able to get up under his own power something, we were instead as the viewer shown a graphic of the current AFC playoff standings and Al & Kirk discussed how the Dolphins were currently dominating in their division and conference.
Jevon Holland had scored a 99 yard pick 6 earlier in the game so all discussions about Holland focused on this both after he collpased on the turf in the 4th quarter of the remainder of the game as well as the post-game broadcast.
The broadcast team (Al Michaels & Kirk Hebstreit) as well as the post-game team (Carissa, Fitz, Sherm, Whit and Tony G) only discussed the pick 6 when discussing Holland. Same with the sideline reporter who interviewed Holland after the game.
The broadcast was acting like Holland was never shown, including in a slow motion replay, lowering his helmet to deliver a hit that immediately resulted in him colllapsing to the turf.
Holland also seemed perfectly fine during his post-game interview and he was extremely high-spirited about his 99 yard pick 6 as well as the Dolphins winning.
On the commentary, Al Michaels didnt identify Holland by name, only stating that a Dolphins defensive player was down.
If you didnt notice the number on his jersey (#8), you wouldnt have connected that this was the same Dolphins player who had scored the 99 yard pick 6 earlier in the game.
Since Michaels & Hebstreit never mentioned Holland's collapse to the turf and/or injury again (it had occurred in the 4th quarter) and neither did Amazons post-game show, most viewers wouldnt have known who the player who had collapsed on the turf was and would have never connected that it was the same Dolphins player who scored the 99 yard pick 6 who was interviewed after the game.
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Life is a reality TV show.
Theres boom mics, lightboxes, cameras, grips and dollies all around you every single moment of your life.
Theres a black X made out of black masking tape on the ground underneath you every time you stand and speak.
Theres a sign that flashes "Laughter" on stage behind you any time you tell a joke and people laugh.
When you crossed the stage at your college graduation to receive your diploma, there was a sign behind you in red letters that said "APPLAUSE" when the audience clapped.
The people weeping over you at your funeral are actually SAG-AFTRA actors hired as paid mourners.
The Mandela effect is real.
Deaths are faked, there are false news reports, green screens, hired actors, paid shills, fake journalists, sound stages, sets and Cigarette Smoking Mans.
Berenstein Bears, Berenstain Bears.
We are the champions my friend. We keep on fighting till the end.
We are the champions...of the world.
But now the song no longer ends with "of the world".
Mandela died in prison in South Africa in the 80s.
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Mandela was freed and walked hand in hand down the streets of South Africa with Winnie Mandela in the early 90s.
Mayor David Dinkins held a celebration for Mandelas release at Yankee Stadium.
Mandela died in prison in the 80s and the story was broadcast all over the world.
There are four lights.
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everlarkrealornot · 2 years
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The Camping Set UP
All, this is about a week late as it was supposed to be my Fourth of July fic. I actually have more to this story, but it was only supposed to be a one shot, so I cut it off and here you go!
“I can’t believe you’re ditching me!” Katniss snapped as she slammed the car door shut. “You suck!” she spat through the open window.
“Catnip!” Gale smirked as he stepped out of the car, closing his door gently. “You and Mellark will have way more fun without me.” He walked to the back and opened the trunk for her.
“What are you talking about?!” she huffed as she grabbed her duffle and dropped it on the ground dramatically. “It’s going to be me and a bunch of preps now.”
He scoffed at her and crossed his arms. “Then bail,” he challenged her, knowing perfectly well that there was no chance she would.
She crossed her arms back at him and frowned. “I told Peeta I would be here, so here I am…I keep my promises, unlike others.”
“I told you I would drive you here, and I did, didn’t I?” He smirked at her again before closing the trunk. “Besides, Madge’s parents are out of town for a wedding this weekend, so we are taking full advantage of having the house to ourselves…and the hot tub…and the pool.”
Katniss wrinkled her nose as she dropped her arms to her side. “I did not need you to keep naming the places where you are going to take advantage of my friend.” She reached down and grabbed her bag, slinging the strap over her shoulder.
“Hey now,” he started walking towards the bakery with her, “I am not taking advantage…it was her idea.” He winked.
“Sometimes I regret encouraging you to ask her out…I mean, yay, you two are all in love and whatever…but at what cost?”
He shook his head, just smiling as they stopped just outside the bakery’s front door. “You ready?”
“No…what am I going to do with a bunch of wrestling team members and debate clubbers who haven’t seen each other all year?” she sighed, resigning herself to sticking by Delly’s side the whole weekend, hoping that freshman year of college hadn’t changed her much.
“Have fun.” Gale opened the door, and she heard the chime of the bell ring in the back of the bakery. “Besides,” he pushed her elbow, turning her towards the door, “I have it on good authority that everyone else backed out of the trip except you.” He gave her another nudge and she stumbled forward into the store.
“Wait, what?!” she sputtered, turning around to see the door swinging shut in her face. A whole weekend alone with Peeta?!
“Everdeen!”
She took a deep breath and turned around, gripping the strap of her duffle tightly. “Hey Rye.”
“So, you’re the one lucky soul who didn’t back out of Peeta’s Fourt of July camping trip.” He leaned on the counter a cocky smirk on his face. “Cozy.”
“Rye, I swear, if you said anything to him,” she stomped over to the counter and grabbed the front of his shirt, “I will make the next shift we work together a living nightmare.”
“Hey now!” He held his hands up in surrender. “I promised I wouldn’t say anything to him, and I meant it.”
“Okay,” she sighed and let his shirt go.
While the rest of her class had gone off to enjoy their first year of college, Katniss had stayed home, unsure what her next steps where. With Peeta in school full time, the bakery needed another worker and when the local sports center closed due to lack of funding, she figured it would be as good a place as any to get a paycheck from. While she did get to work a few shifts with Peeta, most of the time she worked with Rye. And unfortunately for her, he had picked up on her feelings for Peeta quickly and liked to remind her of this fact often.
“Kat!” Peeta beamed at her as he walked from the back. “Hey!”
“Hey,” she smiled brightly at him and cursed inwardly at how unsteady she felt when he looked at her.
“Bad news…pretty much everyone backed out except you, Gale, and Madge…speaking of which, weren’t they driving you here?” he asked, realizing she was alone.
“Yeah, Gale did give me a ride but, uhh,” she readjusted the strap on her shoulder, “They bailed too…her parents are gone for the weekend.”
“Ahh, I see.” The bell dinged as a customer came in and Katniss shuffled out of the way so Rye could help them.
“Yeah, so, uhh, just me.” She shrugged awkwardly.
“Oh, well…I mean, I still have everything for the trip.” He rubbed the back of his head, absent mindedly. “If you’re still up for you it, we can still go, if you want.” He gave her a shy smile and she could see Rye smirking in her peripheral vision.
She hesitated for a moment. Of course she wanted to go…she had had a crush on Peeta forever but she wasn’t sure a weekend alone with him was a good idea – she would have no one as a buffer and didn’t think she could keep herself from saying something completely idiotic and making herself looks like a total moron.
“It’s okay if not!” he rushed to say when he noticed her silence. “I can use the – ”
“No!” She held up her hands, cutting him off abruptly and he raised an eyebrow at her. “Lets go!”
“Great!” He reached over, taking her duffle off her shoulder, and slung it onto his. “I’ve got the car all packed!”
--
Peeta’s dad owned a small piece of property on a river that ran into a small private lake that only had a handful of houses on it. The surrounding land on the river was relatively similar and most families had owned their properties for generations. When the Mellarks had bought the land, the plan had been to build a small cabin but after a large storm did a lot of damage to the bakery’s roof, those plans were put on hold. The next summer, Mr. Mellark had found a hard sided camper that he had been able to set up for year-round use.
The drive from the bakery to the river was 30 minutes and Peeta had talked most of the time, setting Katniss at ease. They had been good friends for years but her feelings for him had only continues to grow and it did not seem like they were going to be letting up any time soon.
As the campsite already had most of their camping essentials, unpacking and setting up took no time. After Peeta made sure the electricity was hooked up he hurried inside to turn the air on as the camper was stifling without it.
“Sorry, Rye was out here last weekend with some friends and informed me yesterday that he had used all the clean bedding.” He gestured to the mattresses. “Dad sent sets for all of the beds; would you mind making up two of them while I get a fire started for lunch?”
“Peeta, you are supplying all of my needs this weekend, whatever you want me to do, I can do.” She cursed herself as she realized how her words sounded but he simply smiled his thanks and left her with the bag of bedding.
The camper had originally only had three beds, a queen and a set of bunks, but Mr. Mellark had torn out the storage closet and built another set of bunks. She knew that that bunk beds were a little tight for Peeta since he had gotten so tall, so she made up the queen for him and one of the bunks for herself and stored the other sheets in the overhead compartment.
“All set?” Peeta asked as he fed the flames, trying to get some coals to form in the base of the pit.
“All set.” She smiled and plopped down in the lawn chair that Peeta had set out for her. She loved when Peeta would invite them to the river. It was calm and quiet and peaceful…and this weekend she got to enjoy it with just him. I’m in trouble, she thought as she watched him. “So, what’s for lunch?”
“Pizza sandwiches…they are one of your favorites, right?”
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After lunch Peeta got out the hammock for her so she could read in it while he attempted to fish but after twenty minutes of not catching anything he tossed down the pole.
“I think I’m going to go for a swim.” He jogged back to the camper before Katniss could even respond.
It had gotten warmer the longer the afternoon went on and she couldn’t lie that a swim sounded good. Closing her book, she swung her legs over the hammock and slipped her sandals back on. By the time she was standing straight up again, Peeta was already bounding out of the camper with a towel wrapped around his neck.
“You joining me?” he asked.
“A cool off sounds perfect right about now,” she nodded.
“If you need towels, they’re under the sink.”
She hurried into the camper and opened her duffle, pausing. There was a folded note sitting on top of her clothes.
You’ll thank me later
x Madge
She frowned, confused, until she looked down. “I’m gonna kill her,” she whispered as she stared down at her swimsuit. In replace of her full coverage, very sensible, one piece, Madge had given her the two-piece that she had convinced Katniss to try on a couple weeks ago when they went clothes shopping for Madge for her family vacation. Silently thanking the heavens that it wasn’t a string bikini, she changed into it. Before leaving the camper she pulled a t-shirt over her head.
“Kat!” Peeta called from the water as she closed the camper door. “The temp is perfect – hurry up!” He laid back in the water and swam around slowly looking at the sun.
As she walked to the water, she gripped her towel tightly. The suit was cute…very cute…just not something she was used to wearing. Especially in front of Peeta. I’ll just keep my shirt on. She nodded to herself and slipped off her sandals, tossing her towel on top. Walking into the water, she started to feel relief from the afternoon sun as soon as she stepped in.
“You mean to keep your tee on?” he asked as he looked up at her, still on his back.
“Oh, uhh.” She looked down, lost for words.
“Sorry,” he stood up, regret written on his face, “I shouldn’t have asked…you can swim however you want to.”
“No, uhh, yeah, thank you.” She reached down and gripped her shirt tightly, yanking it over her head quickly. “I would have walked right in with it.” She forced a smile on her face as she tossed the shirt back towards her towel.
Peeta lowered himself down into the water and just nodded. They were both quiet for some time, swimming around, cooling off. Katniss started to relax, forgetting what she was wearing and enjoying the freedom of the water.
“Hey Kat?” Peeta was gently treading water, his chin just at water level.
“Hmm?”
“We really haven’t gotten to spend a lot of time together this year…I’m really glad you came.”
She couldn’t have stopped the smile that spread across her face if she had wanted to. “Me too.”
He smiled back and nodded, looking down the river. “Want to take the kayaks out?”
--
“Aren’t you gonna change?” she asked after Peeta had simply slid his shirt back on.
“Ehh, I might go back in later.” Peeta tossed his towel over their makeshift laundry line to dry. “I was gonna get started on dinner but if you need to change first…” He held the door of the camper open for her.
“I think I’ll wait too,” she said and threw her towel on the line next to Peeta’s
Peeta nodded and hauled himself into the camper and started to close the door but stopped, “Actually, would you want to help me?”
“Sure!” She hopped up the steps and latched the door behind her. “What are we making?”
Peeta blushed as he grabbed a bag full of ingredients. “I, uhh, I asked Rye to figure out what one of your favorite camping meals was when your dad used to take you.”
She smiled. “I was wondering why he was asking about that…so we’re having camp stew?” she asked as she watched him start unpacking the bag.
“Yeah, but I don’t think we need to use all of the ingredients I brought.” He gestured to the counter.
“No!” she laughed. “Here.” She grabbed what they needed and slid the rest to the side. “This should be more than plenty for the two of us.”
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After dinner they washed the few dishes they had and played a few rounds of cards. Peeta rebuilt their fire and Katniss got out the s’more stuff she had brought.
“I guess I’m good for one thing,” she said, handing him a chocolate bar, “I always know where to get something sweet.”
“You’re definitely good for more than that,” he laughed as he smushed the toasted marshmallow down.
“Well thank you!” She bit into her s’more and they lapsed into a comfortable silence as they ate. “I saw Delly in the bakery the other day,” she said after a while.
“Yeah, it was really nice to catch up.” He nodded as he stuck another marshmallow on his stick and started roasting it. “She ended up bailing this weekend as her boyfriend surprised her and came in for a visit.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Katniss felt her checks flush red at her words. Idiot!
“Sorry – what for?” He wrinkled his nose in confusion. She was quiet as built his s’more. “Kat?”
“I just…I always thought you two were going to get together,” she admitted.
“For awhile I thought Delly was going to ask me out, but she never did.” He took a bite and chewed for a moment. “Can I be honest with you?” She nodded at his question. “I’m really glad she didn’t…it would have made things between us really weird.”
“Not you’re type?” she asked quietly.
“Nope.” He stuck the rest of the s’more in his mouth. “How has working at the bakery been for you?” he asked when his mouth was empty.
“Not bad, actually.” She stuck the end of her roasting stick in the fire, burning off the remaining mallow.
“Rye and Bran haven’t been too awful to work with then?” He stabbed the end of his stick into the soft ground next to the fire pit. 
“God no, they’re great! Rye is an idiot, but I love working with him!” she smiled.
“Oh, gotcha.” Peeta nodded his head, his smile gone.
“What?” she asked, confused by his change.
“It makes sense now, I’ve seen how you two work together.” She raised her eyebrow in question. “You like him…have feelings for him.”
Katniss stared at him for a moment in shocked silence.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything, I just - ”
Her laugh interrupted his babbling. “Oh my god, no!” she finally got out. “I definitely do NOT have feelings for Rye.” A look of what Katniss thought was relief spread across Peeta’s face. “Rye is very much like the annoying older brother I never had.”
“And the annoying older brother I do have,” he agreed. “I uhh, think I’m going to get back in for a little.” He pointed to the river, pulled off his long sleeve shirt he had put on when the sun went down, and splashed into the water.
Katniss sat in her chair next to the fire watching him. She had her knees pulled up and tucked under her chin. Absentmindedly she played with some loose strings at the bottom of her sweatpants while she tried to ignore the recurring picture of Peeta’s relieved face when she said she didn’t have feelings for Rye. That doesn’t mean anything. Maybe he just doesn’t want his brother dating one of his friends. She also could help but imagine what Peeta’s type was if it wasn’t Delly.
“Come on Kat! The water is warmer than the air now!” While the moon was bright, she couldn’t see him, so he had to have been tucked behind a tree on the bank. “Nighttime swimming is the best swimming!”
She sighed, knowing that she was not going to turn down a chance to swim in the dark with Peeta. She stood up and shed her shirt and sweats, leaving them on her chair. As soon as she reached the sandy beach she slipped off her sandals and waded in.
“Peeta,” she called softly, knowing that he could hear her. “Peeta, where are you?” She swam out to the middle of the river, looking around, but still nothing. “Peeta?......AHH!” Suddenly strong hands were wrapping around her waist and pulling her backwards toward the bank. He had managed to get one of his arms under her and scooped her completely out of the water.
“Ready Kat?” he taunted as he swung her back and forth.
“Peeta, don’t you dare!” She gripped tight around his neck.
“Oh, come on! You’re a great swimmer!” He swung her harder.
“The waters going to go up my nose and make me cough and then you’re going to feel bad!” she said in a rush reminding him of last summer when that exact thing had happened.
He stopped mid swing. “Fair.” Still holding her in his arms, he trudged back out into the deeper water. “No coughing up water tonight.” They were both in the water now, but he still hadn’t let his hold on her go. “Kat, can I tell you something that I’ve wanted to for a long time?” he asked, not looking at her.
“Anything,” she practically whispered. He looked down at her for a moment but shook his head.
“Never mind.” He forced a smile and let his grip on her go, turning back toward the bank.
“Peeta.”
“Its alright Kat, besides there’s a family who sets off fireworks for the whole lake every year, we can see them if we take the kayaks down – ”
“Peeta stop.” Finally reaching him, she grabbed his arm, stopping him, and forcing him to look at her. He stared at her for a moment and she knew he was waiting for her. “You know I’m not good with words, so don’t make me beg because I will just sound ridiculous and if you don’t tell me I will just be thinking about whatever it could be all weekend and probably – ”
Her words were cut off as Peeta brought his lips down on hers. She froze for a moment, completely shocked, and before she could do anything he was pulling back.
“Sorry,” he stared at her in horror, “I shouldn’t have done that.”
She stepped towards him, cupping his cheek with her hand, as she pushed up on her toes so she could press her lips to his. In response he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his chest.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time,” he breathed when they broke apart. “Kat, I’ve liked you for a very long time.” She smiled and rested her forehead against his. “You okay with this?” he laughed nervously when she hadn’t said anything.
“Very okay with this.” She leaned back so she could see him, thankful that he could not see her blush in the moonlight. “I like you too, Peeta. A lot.”
“Good, then come here.” He pulled her tight against his chest again, and lifted her up, her legs wrapping around him as he kissed her. Carefully, he carried her to the edge of the riverbank and kneeled in the shallows. “You were starting to shiver,” he said as he gently laid her in the warm water. Katniss smiled up at him, running her hands through his hair. “What?” he asked, brushing his nose against hers. She shook her head and pulled his lips down to hers again.
Several moments later, a loud BOOM startled her. BOOM. BOOM.
“Fireworks.” He sat up on his knees. “They always set off a couple preshow ones so everyone can get prepared and not miss anything.” Katniss sat up, her nose brushing against his shoulder. “Want to take the kayaks down to the lake and watch them?”
“I’d like that,” she nodded. He smiled brightly at her and kissed her cheek before standing up and pulling her to her feet.
He grabbed one of the kayaks off the rack and handed her a paddle before pulling it down to the water.
“Do I not get one?” she asked in a playful tone, knowing that she was not going to be able to get it down herself.
He looked at her for a moment and licked his lips. “I was hoping you would want to catch a ride with me.” He gestured down and she realized he had grabbed a different kayak than the one he had been using that afternoon.
“I can do that.” She nodded and waited for him to get it in the water.
“Here.” He wrapped his arms around her and gripped the paddle, pushing them off from the bank. As they moved down the river, Peeta reached down and clicked something. What looked like a jerry-rigged flashlight strapped to the front turned on and illuminated the water. “Rules of the river - you boat in the dark, you have to have a light.”
Katniss was quiet as they made their way to the lake, enjoying being held.
By the time they got to the river several other kayaks, small boats, and pontoons were already there. An older man in a small rowboat waved to Peeta when he saw him and Peeta steered towards him.
“Hey Howard,” Peeta greeted cheerily as they approached.
“Peeta!” The man smiled. “Rye said you were going to be here this weekend.”
“Yeah, there were going to be several of us, but Katniss was the only other one who was able to make it.”
“Hi,” she nodded, unsure which neighbor this was.
“Howard has the small cabin to the right of us.” Peeta explained.
“Oh! Rye made it sound like it was just going to be you and your girlfriend…looks like he was right.”
What?! I’m gonna hurt Rye when I see him Tuesday!
“Looks like it.” Peeta agreed. “Well, enjoy the show!” He turned them around and moved so they were out of earshot of the others on the water before switching off the light and clipping the paddle to the side, so they didn’t lose it while they drifted.
“I’m gonna hurt him!” Katniss hissed.
“I’m gonna hug him!” Peeta wrapped his arms around her and squeezed, placing a kiss to her neck.
She considered for a moment. “Okay, maybe hug him.” Peeta chuckled quietly in her ear and nuzzled her with his nose. “Definitely hug him.” She turned her head and he captured her lips with his, his hand resting on her neck and his thumb tracing her jawline.
A firework going off separated them and Katniss settled against him to watch.
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Techless Wonder
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@Comfortember 2022 #16 - Shelter
“Let’s review: whose idea was it to take a tech-free camping trip, Pepper? Who insisted on it, actually?” 
Oh. Maybe that wasn’t the right thing to say, based on his wife’s murderous expression. 
“Well, I didn’t know there was going to be a freak thunderstorm rolling in the third night, now did I?” she growled at him, a frightening mix of angry and really stressed out. “The temperature has dropped at least 20º in the last hour, and that storm system is definitely full of at least rain, and maybe snow. I admit I was wrong; I admit defeat. Now would be a good time to use your tech, Tony. Call a suit or something. Get us out of here.”
“Pep, honey. I did my very best to do exactly what you asked. I honestly don’t have access to anything until Happy gets us at the pick up point tomorrow afternoon. No FRIDAY, no suit, no phone even. All we have is what’s right here,” he said, gesturing to their campsite. 
Pepper’s eyes widened as she realized how serious he was. She took a deep breath and visibly tried to relax. Because this trip was supposed to be all about relaxing. No tech, no communication, no being called back because there was an emergency with SI or with the Avengers. Her vice presidents could handle SI. Wilson and Barnes could handle the Avengers, with Rhodey as back-up. Peter and May had Morgan. This was just Pepper and Tony, being together, without any interruptions. 
What a crap idea. 
“Ugh.” She dropped down in a camp chair, her head in her hands. “What are the chances our tent can handle a storm like that? Or the temperatures tonight?” Then more rhetorically, “ Why did I think it was a good idea to hike a few hours away from civilization to set up camp?”
Tony wisely didn’t answer that last question. But he’d better address the others. “Hon, our tent is for summer camping. It’s really not made for it. Our sleeping bags are decent, especially zipped into one big bag, but they won’t work if they’re wet.” He looked disgruntled. “Why didn’t FRI see this storm as a possibility?” 
“Did you specifically ask?”
“I thought I did. I’m sure I would have… Maybe I didn’t.”
“Tony, what should we do? Is it worth trying to make a run for it?” She knew that last one wasn’t feasible. It would be dark in two hours, and they were unlikely to be able to outrun the storm. “ Can we do anything to make this better?”
Apparently that was the right thing to say. Tony started thinking, then quickly started doing. Pepper did her best to follow his instructions and fill his requests as he relocated and remade their campsite in a flurry of activity. He asked her to disassemble the tent while he walked in a big radius around their current campsite, found a giant set of boulders that made a bit of a windfall, and re-pitched the tent with them as two of its walls. He had packed an extra tarp and some rope, so he rigged a third wall-slash-extra-overhead-rain-protection to supplement the light fly on their tent. He had Pepper gathering a bunch of dead pine boughs that he made most of a 4th “wall” with using dental floss to tie it all together. (“Who brings dental floss camping, Tony?”) and he rigged a larger shovel-like hand tool (which was surprisingly effective) to dig a big trench around their tent to divert any running water.
As they stood back and looked at his creation as the first raindrops started to fall, Pepper was amazed. “Just… wow.”
“You can tell me all about how amazing I am, but let’s get in the tent while we’re still dry, first,” he said wryly.
As they squeezed past the boulder to enter their tiny haven, Pepper asked, “Tony, you don’t even like camping. When did you ever learn any of that stuff?”
“Wilderness Survival Class my freshman year at MIT,” he said. It sounded like an easy ‘A.’ It was not. But just because I don’t enjoy something doesn’t mean I don’t know anything about it. 
“What about things you do enjoy?” she said with a grin, snuggling closer and pulling him in for a kiss. 
“Oh, I know much more about those. You might even call me an expert.”
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The surprising storm was one residents talked about for years. It dropped twice as many inches as they usually got that whole month, mixed with a little hail, even, and set a record low for July. But Tony and Pepper stayed warm and dry all night, courtesy of one random college course and a guy who was really good at problem-solving.
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