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"Two Sugars", Derek Danforth (The Beekeeper, 2024, Film) - Imagine

Description: You work in Derek's office at Danforth Enterprises. After the first few days, Derek finally notices you and makes his move. / Derek Danforth x GN!Reader

General Notes: 18+, MDNI!!, Gender Neutral Reader (no use of Y/N), Lots Of Pet Names, Reader Insert, Shamelessly Flirting In A Professional Setting, Second Person POV, Based On The First Derek Scene In The Film, Use Of Curse Words, A Little Bit Of Abuse Of Power, Reader Has Some Internal Dialogue ("italics"), Some Suggestiveness At The End

Author's Note: For the first time, my title is not based on a song lol. The prompt is actually the same as the one I used for my C.AI bot for Derek, but I wanted to put my own spin on it. I'll be honest, this character may be a little altered to my liking to fit the prompt (and for my own selfish reasons), so if it's not exactly accurate, sorry! Also, props to my awesome sister (she asked me to say that), @hazeldastar for proofreading! Hope ya enjoy!

Word Count: 1,577 Words

You blink your eyes wearily, hands on both sides of your face as you're hunched over your desk. This was exhausting. Three days of straight paperwork and data entry, staring at the tiny printed words on paper and the glowing blue light of your desktop computer. It was getting to you. You needed a break. There's a small coffee bar just down the hallway... The idea sounds more and more appealing to you as you continue to ponder it. You haven't had a chance to utilize the whole office space yet. Besides, you were just going to take a small break and grab a quick drink, maybe a snack. That would certainly help. Right?

You sigh in defeat as you stand up, stretching a bit before making the small trip. You only briefly give a friendly wave at a handful of others in the office, not really knowing anyone well enough yet to stop for a full conversation (not that you wanted to at the moment anyway). You walk up to the barista with a tired smile.

"Hi," your voice sounds raspy.

You hadn't talked to anyone all morning. You clear your throat before continuing.

"Could I just get a small black coffee, please? With two sugars?" You hold up two fingers.

The barista responds with a classic "Customer Service Smile" and a nod before turning around to make just that.

You sigh again and lean against the counter, facing the center of the office, surveying your surroundings. You don't realize that you're starting to doze off until you can hear the sound of wheels on the concrete floor behind you, quickly snapping you out of your meditative state.

"Uh, let me get...flat white. Oat milk, of course. And, uh...extra shot of espresso."

Before the idea even pops into your head to turn around at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, someone passes by you on their skateboard. They stop right in front of you, stepping off their board and kicking it up into their hands. They lean against the counter, facing you. Oh, fuck... You say in your head (hopefully), trying not to look as mortified as you feel. The goddamn CEO of the company was standing in front of you, a little too close for comfort, and smirking. You straighten your posture and nervously pull down your shirt.

"I don't think I've seen you here before, honey. You new?" He's looking you up and down, not even trying to be subtle.

"Uhh," you say breathlessly, feeling flustered. "Yes. I just started a few days ago. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Danforth."

"Oh, you don't have to call me that, please. Call me Derek." His smirk grows and he moves closer to you, making your breath hitch.

What is he wearing?

"So, what exactly do you do here, doll?"

His eyes bore straight into yours now, his corrupt gaze making you feel a bit humiliated and yet weirdly excited. His cheek was now resting on his hand as he leaned on the counter, his other hand still gripping the skateboard.

"I- I mostly do data entry, but I sort paperwork as well." You manage to spit out, your eyes avoiding his intense stare.

He uses the hand that was holding his head up to wave it in front of your face, bringing your eyes back to him.

"Stay with me, babe." He commands softly as he rests his hand back down on the counter, closer to yours this time.

That shouldn't have worked on you as well as it did. He continues.

"Sounds pretty boring, is that why you're standing out here? Is that what I'm paying you for?"

You swallow anxiously, "I'm on my break right now, and-" He holds his hand up to stop you.

"I was messing with you, sweetheart." He smiles, a bit more gentle this time.

What's this dude's goal here?

"I see you taking advantage of the coffee bar. What's a sweet thing like you normally get for a drink?"

Fuck it. You decide to play along, it's not like he was the worst-looking guy in the world. Quite the opposite in fact. You almost outwardly cringe at yourself.

"I normally get something a little more interesting, but I just went with a black coffee today. Two sugars." You held up two fingers again, smiling softly at him.

As if on queue, "Small black coffee, two sugars!" You turn around momentarily to grab your drink off the counter behind you.

Derek definitely did not let that opportunity pass him by, checking you out further, not even stopping when you turned back around to face him. Feeling the tiniest bit bolder, you move a little closer to him. He smirks knowingly and rests his eyes on yours once again. This cocky son of a bitch. He's barely done anything and you're already wrapped around his finger, and you both know it. He rests his hand on yours now, clearly feeling a lot more bold than you do. You hope that he doesn't notice how nervous you are. But he does, and he really likes it. Before you can say anything else, he speaks again.

"So, do you normally flirt with the CEO of the companies you work at?" He asks teasingly.

This motherfucker really likes playing games, doesn't he? You sigh and fight the urge to roll your eyes.

"No. And, you're the one flirting with me, if anything."

You try to move your hand, but he grasps it softly and runs his thumb over your palm.

"Am I?" He softly presses his thumb into the pad of yours, eyeing you provokingly.

There's a brief pause in the conversation, both of you sizing one another up. His hand was still gently messing with yours, and you didn't want to pull away, but you probably should. Before you could muster up the strength to remove yourself, something else caught both your attention.

"Flat white, oat milk, add shot!"

You and Derek glance back at the drink placed on the counter before turning back to each other. He lifts his hand, taking yours with it, and ghosts his lips over your knuckles.

"Wanna grab that for me, love?" He presses your fingers against his lips.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes again, but turn around and grab his drink with your free hand. How could you say no to the CEO?

"Ya know, I do have a name." You add, sliding his drink over to him on the counter.

"Oh, I know. I just really like messing with you." He quips, finally releasing your hand and grabbing his drink, taking a sip.

At least he admits it.

"So, you are flirting with me?" You mirror him now, taking a sip of your drink as well.

"Maybe," he shrugs. "Is it working?"

"Maybe."

Another lull in the conversation, eye contact between you two never wavering.

"Well, if you're gonna continue flirting with me, you could at least stick to one pet name. Instead of using every single one in the book." You tease.

"I would, I just haven't found one that fits you yet." He watches as you take another sip of your coffee and his eyes light up, only slightly, as he seemingly thinks of something. "How about 'sugar'?"

You laugh. Derek tries not to show how achieved he feels, but the smug grin on his face gives him away. He's already won, and you both know it. What a dick.

"A little cheesy, but I'll take it." You take another sip of your drink and he mirrors you, another pause.

Both of you stare at one another for a little too long, either in admiration or curiosity. The silence wasn't necessarily uncomfortable, but it wasn't particularly peaceful either. There was tension, definitely reciprocated, but also definitely not something that should happen at work. Especially not with your boss. You continue to look at him for a few moments, pondering the gravity of your situation before you think about what time it is. You snap out of your daze for the second time that day and grab your phone out of your pocket, glance at the screen. Shit...

"I'm sorry, Mr. Danfor-"

"Derek." He corrects.

"Derek," you say, unsure. "I have to get back to work. My break just ended."

"Sounds like a good idea, sugar." He smirks again, putting emphasis on the nickname he gave you.

Before you can walk past him, he holds his skateboard out to stop you. You look at him in confusion.

"How about I pick you up tonight? I think we could have a great time together," he comments, cocking his brow at the thought. "Maybe over coffee?"

You look around nervously, weighing your options. His phone buzzes in his pocket, but he doesn't spare it a glance, still looking at you.

"Just coffee?" You inquire, almost desperately.

"Sure." He looks you up and down again.

You don't believe him. He's definitely lying. But you think you're willing to take the risk anyway.

You give in.

"Alright. Coffee sounds good." You give him another soft smile.

Yeah, he definitely won. But when doesn't Derek Danforth get what he wants?

"I'll send a car for you. Black coffee, right?" He says with a glint in his eyes, taking his phone out of his pocket.

He places his skateboard on the ground.

"Right." You confirm, your smile growing wider.

"Two sugars?" He holds up two fingers.

"Two sugars."

Part 2? 👀

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Caffeinate | Eddie Munson, Coffee Shop AU

— Stranger Things. — One shot. — x Reader (Y/N)

❪ FEM! she/her ❫ ❪ prompt: ‘I write a bad pick up line on your cup every time i’m your barista’ AU ❫ Altitude

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𖥻 Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, Coffee Shop AU, in which Edward “Eddie” Munson is the barista who’s casual flirty remarks you can’t seem to just brush off as nothing more than banter. OR in which Eddie‘s temporary job making coffee became a delight when he began flirting with a regular customer

𖥻 rewrite of this work from a year ago.

𖥻 No connection to Stranger Things series timeline. y/n references star wars like twice lol. slow burn? not smut or fluff, just crushing. only other title i could come up with was For Whom the Bean Tolls 13.3k words

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Seated in the cozy corner of the quaint town coffee shop, I found myself almost alone, a scene that mirrored many of my previous visits. Yet, on this particular day, a subtle shift in my surroundings caught my attention. My gaze drifted from the pages of the book I had been attempting to immerse myself in, the words blurring as my thoughts twisted.

I had lost count of how many times I had retraced the same sentence— My mind was captivated by the presence of the new barista. This coffee haven had been a constant during my journey through high school, a place of solace, but I had never fathomed the possibility of someone like Eddie Munson stepping behind the counter. The notion of him becoming an integral part of this familiar setting was beyond my imagination.

My focus was drawn to him, my eyes fixed on his form as he underwent training. Eddie, a person I had only observed from afar in the halls of our school, was now the center of my attention. His curly hair artfully gathered into a bun that teased with a few misbehaving curls springing free and brushing his face. The sight of him absorbed in learning the mechanics of the coffee machine, guided by the experienced hand of the regular barista, held an unexpected allure, a captivating scene that held me spellbound.

Little did they know that they were in the midst of instructing none other than Eddie Munson, a person often labeled as an outsider, an anomaly. As they patiently guided him through the art of crafting a cappuccino, oblivious to his more… clandestine activities, the irony was thick. Unbeknownst to them, Eddie's reputation extended beyond this cafe, as he covertly conducted his business within the wooded confines behind the high school.

Eddie's enigmatic nature didn't seem to waver even in this unexpected role. A Dungeons & Dragons pin, proudly pinned next to his name badge on his apron, showcasing an aspect of his identity. It was as if he refused to suppress his true self, boldly displaying his interests for all to see.

A subtle smile played on my lips as I observed him, absorbed in his task. The sound of spilled milk was accompanied by a muttered curse, his voice carrying across the sparsely populated shop. His authenticity was palpable, his frustration creating an oddly endearing picture that contrasted with the pristine surroundings of the coffee shop.

"Y/N," the voice of the other barista broke through my thoughts, jolting me back to reality.

"Yeah?" I responded, my voice coming out almost as a croak. Eddie wasn't someone I actively observed. Amidst the backdrop of girls swooning over Steve Harrington and now Billy Hargrove for the past few years, I had never really paid attention to the fact that Eddie possessed an allure of his own. His reputation had always preceded him.

"Need another drink?" They motioned towards Eddie, who remained engrossed in the milk frothing task. I shut my book, shifting my focus. "Eddie," their voice called out, capturing the young man's attention. I approached the counter, feeling his gaze on me as I did.

"Right," he replied, pivoting fully to face me. His eyes met mine, causing an unexplainable dryness to form in my mouth.

I had never shared a class with Eddie; he was a year ahead of me. To be precise, he held a two-year seniority over me. However, due to his recent failure to advance past senior year, he was about to join my class. It marked his third attempt at conquering that final hurdle.

"Good afternoon," the boy greeted. Though his badge read 'Edward,' the name seemed foreign, as everyone I knew referred to him as Eddie. It almost felt like he would correct me endlessly if I ever dared to call him Edward.

Resting his hands on either side of the register, he patiently awaited my order. It was a familiar routine, even though I almost always found myself drawn back to the same choice I couldn’t help but look over the menu board. His coworker stood casually beside him, a knowing smile directed my way. They had grown accustomed to my preferences, considering it was almost always them who took care of my order.

"Could I please have a large iced coffee?" I sighed, my gaze drifting over the tempting pastries displayed nearby. "And add a donut to that."

Eddie's soft chuckle resonated through the air as his fingers deftly captured the donut, and I watched with a tinge of excitement dancing within me. Swiftly, he nestled the pastry into a paper bag, extending it toward me. My eyes fixated on his hand for a fleeting moment before I reached out to accept the offering.

A slight twitch coursed through him as our hands brushed against each other, an unexpected yet oddly thrilling sensation. With the donut now in my possession, I handed over the money, my gaze lifting to meet his. Mesmerising eyes, a deep shade of brown, seemed to pour into mine, leaving me momentarily captivated.

"Um, a name for the order?" he inquired hurriedly, his focus returning to the task at hand as he fumbled to grasp a plastic cup.

"Y/N," I replied, a playful smile tugging at my lips. "I'm a regular, you'll be seeing this face often."

"Of course," Eddie responded, his hand moving confidently to write my name on the cup. In that moment, a single curl of hair made its escape, falling gently across his forehead. It was a sight I hadn't witnessed before; the owners must have made him to tie it back because I had never seen it out of his face. "It'll be ready soon."

"Thanks," I murmured, my voice soft as a breeze, feeling a mixture of anticipation and self-inflicted embarrassment. Stepping back, I shuffled toward my table, a gentle internal groan accompanying my fleeting moment of blush-worthy interaction.

Eddie didn't possess the same kind of conventional attractiveness that Steve Harrington exuded, nor did he boast the notorious reputation for winning over hearts like Billy Hargrove. In all honesty, the limited knowledge I held about Eddie leaned more toward the unfavorable side.

Still, I was aware that he led the D&D club and played the guitar. Gareth, one of his friends, happened to be a classmate of mine, though our interaction had been limited to a single conversation during an English assignment.

Gareth was a likable guy; his company was enjoyable, and he radiated kindness. Unfortunately, it seemed that others often treated him with a disregard that he didn't deserve.

From across the room, Eddie's voice called out my name. The space was compact, rendering his need for a louder tone unnecessary, as the small establishment rarely experienced a heavy influx of customers.

With the freshly brewed coffee now before me, I hoped that its invigorating aroma would help me reclaim my focus on the study materials laid out in front of me. I had managed to maintain my concentration since arriving after school, until the very moment Eddie walked through the door. Donned in a leather jacket with a flannel tied casually around his waist, he had effortlessly captivated my attention.

He nudged the iced coffee across the counter, his hands seeking refuge in his pockets as I made my way back. Lifting the drink, I narrowed my brows, my gaze shifting to the cardboard sleeve snugly hugging the cup. My eyes scanned the hastily scrawled message:

Oh, can you feel that? There is definitely something brewing between us.

For a few fleeting moments, I remained locked in contemplation, my gaze darting between the message and Eddie's face. A tension lingered in the air as he swallowed audibly, his throat clearing with a subtle rasp. The unease seemed to propel him into motion, and he pivoted on his heels, feigning engagement in some other task.

I brought the straw to my lips and spun on my toes, making my way back to my table, the thought of diving into my studies beckoning me. Eddie's first endeavor as a barista had resulted in a rather impressive cup of coffee, subtly personalized with the inclusion of a cheesy yet endearing pick-up line.

Sinking into my chair, my lips curled into a faint smile. My stomach danced with nervous anticipation as I glanced once more in Eddie's direction. It required a concerted effort to redirect my attention back to my studies, as his presence seemed to take away a significant portion of my focus.

After drumming my pen on the open notebook for another five minutes, I conceded that my essay wouldn't see completion today.

‘Definitely something brewing between us.’ I mulled over the words. It was a clever coffee pun, but there seemed to be an undercurrent of significance behind it. His reaction when our hands brushed suggested to me that it wasn't just a throwaway line. Yet, I doubted he was genuinely interested in girls at this point.

Closing my books, I reminded myself that summer was a mere three weeks away. Boys could wait. Prioritizing my pending tasks was essential to ensure I could unwind and make the most of the upcoming break. With the launch of the new Starcourt Mall, my summer promised an escape from the confines of our quaint little town.

Stuffing my belongings into my backpack and grabbing my partially consumed drink, I hoisted my bag onto my shoulder. "Bye," I uttered, fatigue lacing my voice as I waved to the baristas who were diligently cleaning the counter. The chime of the door's bell accompanied my departure.

Approaching my home, I noticed the sun had nearly surrendered to the horizon, casting the world in a dusky glow. My coffee had dwindled as well. Popping open the trash can's lid, I removed the cardboard sleeve and slipped it into my back pocket before depositing the plastic cup into the bin. With a final glance at the remains of my coffee, I turned and entered my house.

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A span of ten days had passed since Eddie's first day at the coffee shop. Over this period, his presence had grown more pronounced as he eagerly took on additional shifts. Each time, a fresh message adorned the cup he handed to me.

Words are not enough to espresso how cute you are.

Do you need more sugar or am I sweet enough?

I’ve been thinking about you a latte lately

I had taken to discreetly tucking these cardboard sleeves into my bag before leaving the shop. Safely nestled within my desk drawer at home, they served as small mementos to prevent them from slipping away from my possession. I recognized that these messages likely held no actual meaning, yet they kindled something within me. While I couldn't determine whether he practiced this gesture with all orders or solely mine—since I seldom witnessed other customers' cups—the personal touch made me feel valued.

Our paths crossed a few times at school since, brief moments during lunch when Eddie would be seated with his friends. Our gazes would occasionally connect as I passed by, but any potential conversation never transpired. I often yearned to speak to him on days when his happiness radiated so evidently or when he displayed an undeniable level of cuteness.

Clutching my books firmly against my side, I adjusted the backpack slung over my shoulder while stifling a yawn, my steps leading me closer to the entrance of the coffee shop.

Pushing open the door, the delicate chime of a bell welcomed me in. With a determined effort, I mustered my best smile for the familiar faces that greeted me, attempting to conceal the inexplicable fatigue that seemed to hang over me. It baffled me how, despite being just 4 pm, I found myself still yawning. The day hadn't even been particularly demanding; it mainly consisted of attending classes and occupying a seat in the library during the free periods.

Allowing my bag to slip to the ground near a table, I gingerly placed my books on the surface and retrieved my wallet. "Afternoon," I greeted with a yawn, my hand moving to rub at my tired eye as I approached the counter.

"Good afternoon," Eddie responded with a warm smile, his actions swift as he seized a cup and jotted down my name before I even had the chance to offer it.

"Could I get an extra shot today? I feel like I've been hit by a land speeder," I half-joked, trying to inject a touch of humor into the request.

Eddie's laughter filled the air, and he responded, "So you're a Star Wars geek, huh? I wouldn't have guessed."

A playful curiosity tugged at me, and I quirked an eyebrow. "Oh? And why's that?"

Eddie's gaze slowly traced up and down my form, a smile forming on his lips. His nonchalant shrug left me momentarily flustered. I averted my eyes, allowing my hair to cover my face, creating a flimsy veil that concealed my reddening cheeks. Passing him the money, I retreated to my table, textbook open before me.

Pen in hand, I began jotting down notes, stealing a glance only when the bell above the entrance chimed. An all-too-familiar figure sauntered in—none other than the infamous Steve Harrington. His reputation wasn't entirely accurate; I had briefly tutored Steve a few months ago. If he wasn't on the brink of graduating, we might have formed a friendship.

He scanned the surroundings, his gaze landing on me as he sent a small, enthusiastic wave my way before proceeding to the counter. Steve's surprise at encountering Eddie in this setting was noticeable, evident in the slight tenseness that crept into his demeanor as he placed an order for a to-go drink.

"Y/N," Eddie called, placing the cup onto the counter for me. My excitement propelled me to my feet, and I moved eagerly to retrieve it, offering a polite greeting to Steve as I did so.

A smile graced Steve's lips. "Good to see you."

"Yeah, you too," I affirmed, my fingers tapping nervously against the cup in my hands. Anticipation gnawed at me—I was eager to unveil the message Eddie had penned. "Weren't you searching for a job? Did you manage to find something?"

A smirk played on Steve's lips, and he replied with a hint of swagger, "Oh, indeed. You're looking at a certified professional frozen dessert sales associate." He tugged playfully at the collar of his shirt, exuding a mix of confidence and amusement.

I gave a nod, my lips forming a contemplative purse. "So, your gig is selling... ice cream?"

"Exactly," he sighed, a hint of resignation touching his tone. "Scoops Ahoy, over at the new mall."

A smile played on my lips, and I responded, "I'll definitely swing by sometime." My attention shifted as Eddie set a cup before Steve, momentarily distracting me from our conversation.

"Thanks, man," Steve acknowledged, a nod of gratitude directed at Eddie. He retrieved the hot beverage, his gaze returning to me. I couldn't help but find it peculiar—despite the onset of summer's heat, Steve had chosen a steaming cup of coffee over any other option. "Catch you later," he concluded before turning to leave.

Steve practically bolted through the door, prompting the other barista to materialize seemingly out of thin air. "Who's that?" they queried, their curiosity evident.

I jumped slightly, my hand instinctively flying to my chest. "Jesus, you scared me," I exhaled, attempting to regulate my heartbeat.

"He was so cute," they gushed, a dreamy tone underscoring their words.

"Steve? Well, yeah, he's good-looking. But it's not like I have romantic feelings for him. He's just a guy I used to tutor," I explained, my gaze shifting to Eddie, who was busy arranging fresh pastries in the display.

"Hot and not the sharpest tool in the shed? That's my kind of guy," they quipped with a smirk.

"Hey, if you're interested, why not ask him out? He’d probably be into it." I suggested nonchalantly before returning to my table. I cast a glance at the cup, excitement bubbling within me, as the message written on it came into view.

This must be decaf, cause you're just dreamy!

My attention remained glued to my books for a solid hour, but soon the rising temperature began to make itself felt. Despite the air conditioning's persistent hum and the continuous supply of ice water handed over by the staff, I felt as if I were on the brink of melting.

Eddie emitted a low, almost reluctant groan, succumbing to the heat as he finally removed his leather jacket. Engaged in wiping down a nearby table, he caught my attention, his form-fitting shirt revealing intriguing tattoos on his exposed upper arms. A guitar pick necklace peeked out from beneath his collar, adding to his enigmatic charm.

I chewed on my lip, determined to curb my wandering gaze. He wasn't even engaging in anything particularly 'sexy'—it was the effortless allure he exuded in the course of ordinary tasks that held my attention.

As my study notes began to incorporate a sketch of one of his tattoos, I realized I'd been captivated by a mythical creature inked on his upper arm. My focus lingered for too long, leading my hand to unconsciously doodle on the paper.

"Do you need more water?" Eddie's voice interjected, causing me to look up from my paper toward the counter.

"No, thank you. I'm good," I responded, flipping the page, closing my book, and sliding it into my bag. Standing, I gathered my belongings. "I'll catch you on Monday," I murmured, my head slightly bowed. The prospect of meeting Eddie's gaze again felt almost overwhelming. I feared that another look could render me completely weak in the knees, causing me to collapse onto the floor. His hair had succumbed to the humidity, forming a frizz around his face; glistening beads of sweat adorned his skin, and his cheeks held a rosy hue, all of which only heightened his magnetic appeal.

The weekend stretched ahead with little to occupy my time other than lounging about. It was as if staring at the clock might coax it into halting its progress, leaving me trapped within the ceaseless heat.

With the arrival of Monday, I made a resolute decision: I was going to strike up a conversation with Eddie at school.

What was there to fret over? I had no reputation to guard, and given that it would take place in the bustling halls, the notion of Eddie peddling drugs right then and there wouldn't even cross anyone's mind. I hope.

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I navigated the bustling hallways, my eyes scanning for Eddie. Our paths typically intersected around this time, but maybe the scorching weather had prompted him to change his routine. As lunchtime arrived, I resolved to seize the opportunity to talk to him, even though my usual tendency was to enjoy my meals in the library or outdoors.

I devised a simple plan: casually stroll past Eddie's table during lunch, offer a friendly smile, say, "Oh, hey Eddie," give a small wave, and continue walking. It seemed like an inconspicuous way to catch his attention.

Entering the cafeteria, I was momentarily taken aback by it all. Collecting my thoughts, I took a deep breath and scanned the room. Eddie and his friends were engrossed in conversation at a table, my gaze fixed on him.

Focused on my approach, I failed to notice Steve at the table behind Eddie. Just as I drew close, Steve's voice rang out, "Y/N!" His enthusiastic wave caught my attention, and I abruptly halted, finding Eddie merely an arm's length away.

"Uh," I turned to Eddie, then swiftly back to Steve, my smile wavering slightly. "Hey."

Steve was quick to offer a seat, pulling out the chair next to him with a grin. "Do you want to sit with us?"

"Really?" I glanced fleetingly at Eddie, sensing his eyes on me as his table fell into a hushed silence.

"Of course."

With a cautious step, I took the vacant seat and exchanged smiles with Steve. He introduced me to the others at the table, marking me as his friend. The back of Eddie's chair brushed against mine, and I could feel his gaze lingering on me. Amid the chatter and laughter emanating from his table, his voice remained elusive.

Steve chatted energetically, making an effort to include me in the ongoing conversation. However, I found myself mostly reticent, contributing only sporadically to the discussion.

My food remained largely untouched, my focus divided between my plate and the chatter from Eddie's circle of friends. Amid the exchanges, Steve's voice managed to cut through the noise.

"Y/N?" Steve's voice pulled me from my daydream, and I hummed in response, meeting his gaze. "We're having a party tonight, and you're invited," he extended the invitation with a grin.

"A party? On a Monday?" My skepticism was tangible.

Steve chuckled. "Yeah, it's not a crazy kind of party—just a chill evening by my pool, with some music and a few drinks."

I pondered for a moment. "Um…"

Leaning in a bit closer, Steve reassured me, "You don't have to drink."

I considered his offer, a tentative smile tugging at my lips. "Sure. I'd love to."

"Great," Steve's smile widened, and he gave my hand a reassuring pat on the table. With a soft sigh, I turned my attention back to my meal, determined to engage more actively in the conversations of Steve's friends.

As the school day drew to a close, I lingered in the bustling hallways, enveloped in a newfound camaraderie with some of Steve's friends. Their easy conversation made it feel as if we had been acquainted for years.

I waved to them as we parted ways, heading in opposite directions. My steps carried me toward the coffee house, where Eddie's car was already parked at the front. Hastily, I tried to tame my frizzy hair and blot my perspired face before entering the establishment, greeting Eddie with a warm smile.

Eddie glanced up from the book he had resting on the counter, his hand reaching for a cup as he swiftly scribbled my name onto it.

"Hi," I greeted, a smile gracing my lips as I reached the counter. Fidgeting with my thumbs, I met Eddie's gaze.

"Saw you at school today," Eddie remarked as he began preparing my coffee. I sucked in a sharp breath, my anticipation building as I awaited his next words. "With Steve Harrington," he continued, laughter evident in his voice.

I tilted my head slightly, a question in my eyes. "Why's that funny?"

"Just that he's him, and you're..." Eddie's voice trailed off, his expression becoming guarded.

"What do you mean?" I pressed, genuinely curious.

"Steve is a self-centered jerk wad, I can’t understand how you’d be his friend" Eddie replied with a wry smile.

I raised an eyebrow, mildly surprised by his assessment. "Didn't know you knew him," I commented nonchalantly, taking the coffee cup and making my way to a seat. As I settled in, I pondered the conversation, realizing that while Steve might have a reputation, openly voicing it felt a bit harsh.

Exhaling softly, I lifted my cup to my lips once more, taking a sip of the coffee before my eyes turned to the small note adorning it.

I better cut back on caffeine because my heart beats fast enough around you.

A fleeting smile graced my lips as I read the note, but soon my attention shifted to my backpack. With just a few days left of the school year, there was little left for me to occupy myself with. Taking another sip of my coffee, I rummaged through my bag in search of something, anything, to keep me engaged.

"Are you bored?" Eddie's voice floated over from his spot behind the counter.

"Kind of," I admitted, biting the inside of my cheek. "And I forgot my walkman. Maybe I'll just head home."

"Why leave when it's so nice here?" Eddie quipped. However, the reality was that the coffee shop felt stiflingly hot. My drink seemed to be more ice than coffee, courtesy of Eddie's efforts to combat the heat. Despite the air conditioning's presence, the temperature inside seemed to be unrelenting. I noticed another customer across the room, fanning themselves as they read, which only emphasized the sweltering conditions.

"Oh, definitely," I sighed with a hint of sarcasm, shuffling my belongings back into my bag. "This place is a paradise." My hair found itself pulled into a hasty ponytail, and I resorted to fanning my face with my hand before returning to my coffee. Eddie's smile caught my attention, and I raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "What?"

"Hmm?" he responded, his gaze quickly shifting elsewhere.

A warm flush spread across my cheeks, and I instinctively turned to gaze out of the expansive front window. I wondered if Eddie had been looking at me, or if his focus had been elsewhere. The uncertainty added to my mild embarrassment.

Letting out a sigh, I swiveled slightly to glance at the wall clock behind me. The thought of heading home and collapsing on the couch seemed increasingly appealing, but the prospect of trekking the twenty-minute journey under the blazing sun felt like wandering through a desert in search of water. Maybe it was time to retrieve my bike from the garage, providing a more efficient means of transport.

"Checking to see how much time you have left before being at Harrington's?" Eddie's voice broke through my thoughts, drawing my attention once again.

"Huh?" I furrowed my brow, a small groan escaping as I realized his implication. "I actually forgot about that." The realization brought about an internal wince. Steve had told me to be at his place by 7, still hours away. "Eavesdropping during lunch, were you?" I quipped, a half-smile tugging at my lips.

"You're hardly ever in the cafeteria," Eddie shrugged, a playful grin tugging at his lips. His casual response taking me by surprise. "And let's just say Steve's friends are quite vocal."

I sighed. “They really talk so loud.” The smile on Eddie’s face got bigger before he started laughing.

Eddie had noticed my absence from the cafeteria? The thought was oddly flattering, causing an involuntary smile to bloom across my face. In an attempt to conceal my amusement, I hastened to finish off the last of my coffee. Eddie's laughter danced in the air, further brightening the moment.

"Eddie," the other barista called out with a sigh, emerging from the back area and tying their apron around their waist. "You're done for the day."

Eddie wasted no time, a triumphant Yes! slipping from his lips in an almost hushed tone. He promptly vaulted over the counter, earning a reprimanding comment from the other barista, which he seemed to brush off.

He disregarded the comment, tugging the tie from his hair and allowing his curls to cascade freely around his head. He shed his apron, leaving it on the counter, and retrieved his keys from his pocket, twirling them idly on his finger.

"Someone's excited," I murmured, discreetly tucking the coffee slip into my bag before hoisting my backpack onto my shoulder. I offered a quick wave to the other barista before heading for the exit. Eddie jogged over, holding the door open for me. My gaze lingered on him for a moment before I walked through the door.

Outside, he stretched his arms overhead, capturing my attention as his muscles flexed. A gulp caught in my throat as he rubbed his eyes, his gaze eventually locking onto mine.

"Um, bye," I managed to say, taking a few steps before I was halted by Gareth's appearance on the sidewalk.

"Hey, Y/N," Gareth greeted with a warm smile, taking the keys from Eddie's hand as he acknowledged me. Meanwhile, their two other friends were steadily approaching Eddie's white van.

"Hey," I responded, tilting my head slightly as I observed the process of unloading equipment from the van. Amps, guitars, and a drum kit spilled out onto the pavement.

Gareth heaved the kick drum up onto the sidewalk, and Eddie pushed open the door to the adjacent bar for his friends. "You're performing here?"

"Every week this summer," Eddie replied, a note of pride evident in his grin.

"That's… pretty cool," I remarked, genuinely impressed.

Eddie shrugged nonchalantly. "It's a daytime slot. They don't want underage kids performing for the drunk crowd, apparently. But it's a start."

Gareth returned from inside, grasping a guitar case and placing it in Eddie's hands before turning his attention to me. "Are you planning to watch?"

"She's got other plans," Eddie chimed in, his voice slightly muffled by the guitar case pressed against him. He began walking into The Hideout, leaving me on the sidewalk as I averted my gaze to the ground.

A slight frown crept onto my face, but I attempted to shake off the twinge of disappointment. "Right. Actually, I'm headed to a party," I gestured animatedly with my hands, taking a few steps back to avoid the influx of band members hauling equipment.

Gareth hummed, stepping closer to me. "I'm sure Ed would've loved it if you stayed." He studied my face, his gaze narrowing slightly as if searching for a reaction. His assumption appeared to be correct, given the slow smile that graced his features. "You've got some time."

Blushing, I stared at Gareth with a slightly open mouth, taken aback by his remark. He walked over to Eddie's van, retrieving drumsticks and an amp before closing and locking the vehicle. Gareth handed the drumsticks and keys to me, then waited for me to open the bar's door for him.

Tightening my lips, I took a sharp intake of breath and held the door open for Gareth. He gave a nod in the direction of the small stage situated in the far corner of the bar. I followed him, glancing around as I entered. The bar was already populated with a few people, some appearing rather inebriated. The bartender eyed us cautiously as he cleaned a glass.

"Keys?" Eddie's voice sounded as he detected our presence behind him. Gareth looked at me, and I shifted to hand the car keys to Eddie. A slight jolt passed through me as our hands brushed against each other. Nervously, I clutched the drumsticks to my chest. Eddie turned around slowly, his gaze descending to meet mine. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, then cleared his throat, eventually focusing his attention on one of his friends.

Feeling slightly embarrassed by the encounter, I hurriedly climbed onto the stage and knelt beside Gareth as he set up his drum kit.

"I should probably go," I murmured.

Gareth rolled his eyes, continuing to adjust his cymbals. "No," he stated simply.

"Wow, your powers of persuasion are truly impressive," I replied sarcastically.

Gareth swiveled on his seat, hunching over slightly with a blank expression. He stared at me, then glanced beyond me at the other three boys who were whispering among themselves. With a sigh, he placed one hand on my shoulder and took the drumsticks from my grasp.

"Go if you want, but we're only doing three songs tonight," he shrugged nonchalantly before standing up and going to converse with the rest of the band, leaving me alone on the floor.

After a brief moment of silent contemplation, I descended from the stage and claimed a seat at the bar. I ordered a glass of water from the bartender as someone took the stool next to me.

"Smart choice," the man commented.

"Chief Hopper," I acknowledged, looking at him.

"Y/L/N," Hopper greeted, waving to the bartender as he ordered a beer. "What brings you here?"

"Honestly, I'm not entirely sure."

As the band members made some noise on the stage, a few more patrons entered The Hideout. Hopper sighed and lowered his head, focusing on the stage. "Jesus."

"What's wrong?"

He took a swig from his beer, glancing sideways to get a better view of the stage. "These idiots. You're not dating one of them, are you?"

"No, sir."

He hummed in response, taking another sip of his beer, and settled in to watch Corroded Coffin as they began their first song.

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As the band wrapped up their final song, the bar had grown more crowded. Chief Hopper and I had been engaged in light conversation, clapping when appropriate, and I did my best to mask any visible reactions to Eddie's singing and guitar playing. However, I suspected that Hopper had noticed how I reacted during the second song, where Eddie seemed to moan one of the lyrics.

The band members filed past, carrying their equipment out to the van. Eddie lingered behind, stopping at my seat.

"Heya Chief," he greeted casually.

"Munson," Hopper replied, giving the boy a once-over.

"You were good," I chimed in quickly, my fingers nervously fiddling with a loose thread on my pants.

Eddie chuckled. "I doubt a lot of people agree."

Hopper gestured with his beer bottle and drained the last of his drink. "I definitely don't." He placed some money on the counter, then adjusted his pants as he stood. "It was loud, that's all I have to say."

I watched as Hopper left, leaving behind an awkward silence with Eddie. In an attempt to fill the void, I picked up my glass and finished the water, then adjusted the straps of my backpack and got up from my stool.

Eddie and I navigated through the crowd, eventually reaching the front door. We paused as we encountered Gareth and the others.

"Well, you guys were really cool. I'll see you some other time," I offered a quick thumbs-up before attempting to walk home. However, Gareth stopped me.

"You're walking? In this heat?" He draped an arm around my shoulders, and I sensed Eddie's subtle tension. "I'd offer you a ride, but my mom's car doesn't have much room." He trailed off, observing a car as it pulled up and the other boys headed towards it.

"It's fine," I insisted, Gareth shrugged and walked over to the car. I resumed walking, head down and hands tucked into my pockets.

"I could drive you home," Eddie said cautiously, breaking the silence. "Or to Steve's, if that's where you want to go."

“I…” I found myself staring at Eddie, struggling to find the right words to decline his offer. With a gentle sigh, I managed to give him a soft smile. "Are you sure?"

A faint twitch appeared at the corners of his mouth, and he nodded in response. Eddie closed the van's back doors and moved towards the passenger side, holding the door open for me.

Climbing into the seat, I noticed an array of cassettes, guitar picks, and various Dungeons & Dragons items scattered around his car.

"Sorry about the mess," he muttered as he settled into the driver's seat. I picked up a small figurine from among the items.

"Hand-painted?" I inquired, and Eddie nodded enthusiastically. I studied the figurine more closely. "There's so much detail."

"Can't be a disappointing DM; my boys need good-looking stuff," he explained. Eddie started the engine, and the stereo kicked in at a loud volume. He hurriedly turned it down, apologizing quickly before placing both hands on the steering wheel. "Which way?"

Carefully placing the figure back in the console, I looked at him. "Maple Street."

With a nod, Eddie looked over his shoulder, his hand resting on the back of my seat as he reversed out of the parking spot.

The drive was mostly quiet, with only the soft music playing and Eddie tapping his hands to the rhythm. I wasn't sure if Eddie wanted me to start a conversation or if he preferred silence. Maybe this whole situation was too awkward. After all, we weren't exactly friends.

"So, you're not going to Harrington's party?" he finally broke the silence.

"I might. It's still early," I replied, gesturing towards my house. Eddie pulled up, leaning forward to look out the window at my home. "Thank you for the ride, Eddie."

"Anytime," he grinned. I opened the door, and he placed his hand on my arm, causing me to glance back at him. "Seriously, Y/N."

I smiled at him, and he hesitantly withdrew his hand, letting it drop into his lap. I waved as I stepped out of the car and quickly closed the door behind me. Peering through the peephole, I watched Eddie drive off. He paused for a moment before restarting the car, the white van jerked forward, and he turned up the music before driving away.

When he was no longer in sight on my street, I dropped my backpack on the floor and flopped onto the couch, burying my face in a cushion and letting out a groan.

"Hey, Eddie, it was great sort of hanging out with you today, and by the way, I think you're really attractive," I mumbled into the pillow. "Stupid."

After a couple of hours of trying to avoid the heat, I finally rolled off the couch and changed into something more suitable for the party, making sure to wear a swimsuit underneath.

I walked into the garage, shuffling boxes aside and pulling out my bike. It hadn't been used since last summer, but the tires weren't flat and it wasn't covered in cobwebs, so I happily wheeled it out onto the road.

The ride to Steve's house took around 7 minutes by bike, a much better option than the 15-minute walk. Music was already playing as I arrived, so I left my bike on the grass and headed inside.

"Hey!" one of Steve's friends greeted as they opened the door for me. "You're Y/N, right?"

With a nod and some polite conversation, I followed her to the backyard where Steve was. He walked over to me with a welcoming smile.

"Thanks for coming. And, you know, sorry I didn't try to be your friend earlier," he said with a sigh. "Bad timing to fix that now."

"Are you looking forward to graduation?" I asked, as it was only a few days away. Hawkins High graduates left on Thursday, just before the official start of summer break.

"Not really," he shrugged. I nodded slowly, and Steve changed the subject. "That coffee place you go to is nice."

"Isn't it?" I smiled. I’d loved that Cafe for years and nobody ever seemed to notice, it was always just another place people passed by.

"Didn't you say freak Munson works there?" One of the guys chimed in.

I felt a slight frown forming, and Steve seemed to catch on.

"Maybe that's a bit harsh," he said, looking at me and lowering his voice. "Sorry."

I blinked a few times, feeling a bit puzzled. "What? Why are you sorry?"

"Because you and Munson… you know."

"I don't know."

"Really? I thought there was something going on."

"Why would you think that? He just makes my coffee."

"Because you're beautiful, and he spends all his time getting paid to stare at you," Steve explained, walking off to grab a drink.

One of the girls laughed, having overheard what Steve had said. "Stop flirting, Steve'o."

He rolled his eyes and glanced back at me. "Idiots."

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Graduation came and went, and summer officially began. I pedaled my bike toward the mall, narrowly avoiding being hit by Billy Hargrove as he carelessly sped down the street.

I started to genuinely enjoy Steve's company. It felt similar to the times we'd hang out during my tutoring sessions with him, except now I didn't have to explain big words as often. We would have probably stayed friends from that point on if he hadn't started dating Nancy Wheeler.

I locked my bike on the rack and pulled my hair out of its ponytail, shaking my head before running a hand through it.

"Woo!" A voice hollered. Turning, I was greeted by Gareth strolling towards me with his hands in his pockets. Eddie was a few steps behind him. "That was hot."

Eddie briefly frowned, glancing at his friend before looking at me. "Hey."

"Hi," I said breathlessly, locking eyes with Eddie.

After a few moments of silence, Gareth rolled his eyes. "Nice bike."

"Thanks?" I shrugged. "Need something to ride around."

Gareth smiled slowly and scratched the back of his neck. "I'm sure Eddie would let you ride."

Eddie smacked his best friend on the back of his head, sparking an argument between them. I took a few steps back, putting my hands in my pockets, and turned to walk into the mall. The air conditioning hit me as soon as I entered the doors, and I took a deep breath, letting the enticing scent of pretzels from a nearby stand wash over me.

"Oh, that smells so good," Eddie said softly.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, looking over my shoulder to see Gareth rubbing his arm as if he'd received a solid punch.

Eddie shrugged, walking alongside me carelessly. "Shopping. Loitering. Whatever else we're meant to do in a big mall."

I nodded and looked up at one of the maps, scanning it to find where Scoops Ahoy was located.

"What’cha looking for?" Eddie asked.

"Scoops," I muttered, smiling when I found it and pulling my backpack off. The boys watched as I took out my camera from my bag and headed towards the escalator, sharing a confused glance before following after me.

The boys stayed a few steps behind me as I walked into the relatively empty ice cream parlor. "Oh wow," I muttered, glancing at Steve. "What are you wearing?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Steve replied.

"You look cute," I shrugged.

"Do you mean 'cute' in the way girls say it about puppies and babies, or 'cute' like you'd want to date me?"

I pursed my lips, taking a moment to think. "Puppies and babies."

Steve groaned, and the door to the back room swung open. "Too loud, doofus."

"Hi Robin," I smiled. Robin waved and picked up her ice cream scoop, waiting for me to order something as I began to look over the flavors.

"You know each other?"

"Steve… we've gone to school with her for, like, forever."

"Yeah, but I didn't even know you."

"That's because you were self-obsessed," I said simply. Steve put a hand over his heart, pretending to be hurt. "I can't pick."

"Bubblegum?" Robin suggested, raising an eyebrow.

"Sure." I watched her scoop it carefully into the cup, and then she handed it to Steve. He poked a tiny plastic spoon into it. As he held it out for me, I unexpectedly blinded him with the flash of my camera.

Steve opened and closed his mouth for a few seconds. "Wha… What just happened?"

"You look like a doofus, I need to make sure it's immortalized."

Steve groaned and leaned against the counter. "You know you're being followed, right?" His poor customer service skills began to shine through as he took a bite of my ice cream.

I snatched the cup from his hand, quickly passing over my money. "I'll catch you later," I nodded to Steve. He gave me a tired thumbs up, and I turned around just in time to narrowly dodge someone who had lined up behind me, accidentally bumping into a table and I made the choice to protect my ice cream from dropping instead of steadying myself.

Eddie stepped forward quickly, one arm snaking around my waist as he helped me stand up straight.

"Shit," he muttered, his arm gently brushing against my exposed skin. He was so close I could feel his breath hit me.

"Who's the doofus now?" Steve mocked.

"Still you!" Robin chimed in. Steve huffed and turned to attend to the next customer.

"You alright?" Eddie's brown eyes seemed to search my face. Voice soft, feeling like we were the only 2 people in the world.

My mouth felt dry, but I managed to spit out the words. "I'm fine."

Eddie smiled down at me, and Gareth cleared his throat loudly. "If you’re done canoodling…"

Eddie quickly moved away from me. To distract from the awkwardness, I raised an eyebrow at Gareth. "Who the hell says 'canoodling'?"

"Me."

Eddie, Gareth, and I walked and talked for an hour before Gareth decided he was ‘starving’. We headed to the food court and took a seat at a table as Gareth went to order.

Eddie was beside me, his knee and arm touching mine, both of us just looking ahead and not saying anything.

With a deep breath, Eddie turned to me. "You and Harrington are pretty… friendly now."

"Yep, we're friends. Just friends."

"Oh," Eddie said, and I couldn't quite read the look that flashed across his face before he turned to look ahead again. Another long silence enveloped us, and I found myself staring at Eddie's side profile until he spoke again. "I guess... I just know Steve's reputation, and how he acts with pretty girls. So I thought, maybe..."

He turned to look at me, our eyes locking, and his words trailed off as he seemed to forget what he was going to say. My face felt like it was on fire. He thinks I'm pretty.

Suddenly, a bright flash caught our attention. I blinked and snapped my focus to Gareth, who was sitting across from us with his tray of food. "Sorry," he said, putting my camera back down on the table.

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Seated in the coffee shop, Eddie poured my coffee while I idly read a book. Instead of calling my name as usual, he jumped over the counter and walked over to my table, holding two cups. "Can I sit?"

"Your job isn't to 'sit,' Eddie." I pushed the seat across from me out and closed my book. He pushed a cup across the table, and I spun it around to read the note. A smile played on his lips as he noticed how much I actually enjoyed his terrible puns and jokes.

No amount of coffee could keep me awake as you do.

We sat in silence, and I could feel Eddie's eyes on me, but I just kept my head down.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Eddie whispered gently.

I glanced at him while sipping my coffee. "Sure."

"I hate coffee," he admitted, taking a sip. "This is basically 90% milk and sugar, at least."

"Well, I must say, even if you don't like it, you've got a talent for making it taste good," I remarked. Eddie chuckled softly, and we lapsed back into a tranquil silence.

"We're, uh," he started again, swallowing hard and catching my attention. "Gareth and I are thinking about going to the pool tomorrow."

I nodded, sipping my coffee. "Oh, that'll be nice."

"Do you want to come?"

We'd talked more and more in the cafe over the summer, and we'd run into each other and just hung out for a while. But he'd never asked me to hang out with him. It was always just a coincidence. "Sure."

Eddie softly smiled and sipped his coffee. "I'll pick you up at 11?"

"Sounds good." I felt like melting. Gareth would be there, but he clearly had some push to get me and Eddie together, so I trusted that he'd be pretty aloof and I'd basically get to spend all day soaking up the sun and chatting with Eddie.

The bell above the door rang, and Eddie got up to serve the new customers, two of the kids Steve was friends with. They ordered some pastries, and as the boy paid, the girl noticed me. She thought for a second before recognition ran across her face.

"Y/N, right? You're Steve's girlfriend," she said, making the boy snap his attention towards me so fast I thought he'd break his neck.

Eddie slowed his movements.

"Yes, and no. Y/N, Steve's sort of new friend," I awkwardly smiled at her.

"Right." She nodded, the boy now staring at me.

He blinked a few times. "You're friends with Steve Harrington?"

"Unfortunately." My comment made Eddie snicker, and I noticed his shoulders relax. Whenever someone else mentioned Steve, I'd noticed Eddie would tense, not wanting to look at me. Was he afraid I liked Steve? I kind of hoped so.

"He's pretty cool."

"Yeah, I heard about him letting you guys sneak into the theater. Who's this Dustin kid, anyway? You?"

"No, I'm Lucas."

"Max." The girl tiredly waved. "Dustin's still at his nerd camp."

"Steve talks about him a lot. His whole vocabulary is basically just: dating, Dustin, and occasionally, sports."

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Anxious, I sat beside the door, fidgeting with my hands. The clock had just struck 11, and I awaited Eddie's arrival with nervous anticipation. Dressed in my swimsuit, I had prepared by packing cold water bottles, snacks, and sunscreen in my bag. I was fully equipped and ready to go.

The sound of music reached my ears as Eddie's van pulled into the driveway. I wondered if he would come to the door, or if he would opt for the 'honk the horn and you come outside' approach. Without fully pondering it, a knock sounded at the door. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door calmly.

"Morning," I greeted, observing Eddie's nervous rocking back and forth on his heels.

"Hi," he responded with a friendly smile.

Lifting my bag from the floor, I slung it over my shoulder. Gesturing towards his car, Eddie stepped back slightly. As I locked the door, he positioned himself beside me. We walked side by side to his vehicle, our hands lightly brushing against each other a few times.

"Where's Gareth?" I asked curiously, noticing that the fluffy-haired boy was absent from the passenger seat where I had anticipated seeing him.

Opening the van's door for me, Eddie clarified, "He's meeting us there."

I hummed softly and settled into a seat. Eddie's van had been tidied up, with only a few Dungeons & Dragons figures occupying the cup holder.

"I hope the pool isn't too busy," Eddie sighed as he started the engine.

I chuckled, responding, "It's summer; it's bound to be bustling."

"I don't want to take my shirt off in front of that many people," he protested, his pout catching my attention.

"Too bad you're already committed to going to the pool. No escape," I playfully retorted.

"We could always do something else," he suggested, and I could feel my heart rate quicken at the idea.

"But then you'd just be leaving your best friend behind," I pointed out.

He shrugged casually. "Eh, who needs him."

I bit my lip and shook my head, diverting my gaze to the window to hide the blush that had crept onto my cheeks.

Eddie let out an overly dramatic sigh as he maneuvered into the parking lot. "I guess I need him."

After parking, we walked towards the entrance, where Gareth was already waiting, leaning against the wall.

"You took forever," he groaned.

Eddie rolled his eyes, and the three of us entered the facility, engaged in casual conversation until we discovered a suitable spot in the shade to set our belongings down.

"Later, dorks," Gareth teases as he dropped his bag unceremoniously and sauntered toward the water.

Eddie situated himself, sitting down with his hands behind him and his legs stretched out in front.

"I thought you were planning to take your shirt off," I playfully remarked.

"Patience," he grinned, a hint of bashfulness in his expression. "I need to gather some courage."

"You, Edward Munson—"

"Eddie."

"You're not feeling courageous?" I arched an eyebrow, and he confirmed with a nod. "I didn't expect that. I suppose the image of you in my mind is more audacious."

I swiftly pulled my shirt over my head and stepped out of my shorts, placing them in my bag while pretending not to notice Eddie's either sudden appearance of sunburn or the unmistakable blush spread across his face.

Upon reaching the water, Gareth swam over to me. "Don't leave him by himself."

"He's your best friend; you should be with him," I suggested, gesturing towards Eddie's spot.

"He wanted you here, so I'm pretty much just a bystander," I raised an eyebrow, and Gareth let out an exasperated groan, dramatically throwing his head back. "He deserves this for thinking those dumb puns were a good idea."

"Well, I actually enjoy the notes on my coffee," I frowned, and Gareth shot me a look.

"Seriously? You like those?" I nodded. "Well then, are you stupid?"

"That's not very nice."

"Okay, so you are stupid. You," he playfully pushed me back toward the edge of the pool, "go talk to Eddie. Tell him you want to kiss him or whatever embarrassing thoughts you have about him when you're alone."

I gasped. "What the fuck, Gareth?" He shooed me away, and I climbed out of the pool, pushing my wet hair back from my face as I started walking. However, I was interrupted by a whistle.

"Oi, Y/L/N!" Billy descended from the lifeguard chair.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not going to respond to 'Oi' Billy."

"But you just did," he smirked, stopping in front of me and subtly flexing. "You a strong swimmer?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I can offer you private lessons," he shrugged, adjusting his aviators.

"How many girls has that line worked on this summer?" I questioned.

"A few, but uh," he looked me up and down, "I think this one could be the winner."

I crossed my arms over my chest and instinctively stepped back from Billy. "Please don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you want to devour me."

Billy took a step closer, his hand on my arm and a sinister grin on his face. "I've got a lot of thoughts about what to do with you."

"She said stop," Eddie's voice came from beside me. I instinctively moved behind him as he glared at Billy.

"This doesn't concern you, freak."

"Y/N is my," he hesitated, "friend. And you can't act like a dick and expect girls to suck yours."

I blinked a few times, looking up at Eddie and stifling a laugh at his words.

Billy furrowed his eyebrows. "You're lucky there are witnesses, Munson," he said, knocking Eddie's shoulder as he walked past.

"Here," Eddie took off his shirt and handed it to me. I pulled it on and looked back at him. Eddie had tattoos on his chest: a face of some kind and a spider. He took my hand in his, our fingers intertwining as he led us back to our belongings. "What a jerk."

"It could have been worse," we sat down, and I continued to observe the tattoos. "You took your shirt off," I blurted out before thinking.

"You needed it more than I did."

"I do have my own shirt, Eddie."

"But you look good in that one," he smiled, his gaze fixed on me. Our eyes locked again, and I could feel my heart racing in my chest. I noticed him inching a little closer to me, and in an attempt to calm my nerves, I clenched my fists. "Ow," Eddie winced, withdrawing his hand from mine and rubbing it.

I had forgotten that we were holding hands. "Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"It's okay," he laughed.

Gareth approached us, dripping wet, and his shoulders starting to turn pink from the sun. "I may have forgotten sunscreen."

"I got you," I said as I rummaged through my bag, pulling everything out and arranging it in front of me. Eddie picked up a few items, examining them, and my camera's flash went off as he took a picture of Gareth standing hunched over, his hair stuck to his forehead.

When I reached the sunscreen, Gareth poured a generous amount onto his hands and quickly spread it on his skin before tossing the bottle back to me and heading back into the water.

“He’s so stupid” Eddie laughed, still toying with my camera.

"And you’re any better?" I giggled, taking the camera from his hands. Eddie struck a pose, and I captured a photo of him. A smile automatically adorned my face when Eddie reclaimed the camera and instructed me to smile.

"Absolutely flawless," he grinned, causing a blush to creep onto my cheeks.

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Eddie had started calling me regularly. We would have long conversations, and with each new detail I learned, my fondness for him grew. He'd casually mention things like, ‘You're going to love my Uncle Wayne. He's got this collection of mugs that I'm excited for you to see.’ It was as if he just naturally assumed that I would be around.

We had reached the midpoint of summer, and Eddie and I continued to spend time together, with Gareth in the vicinity, occupied with his own activities.

As we stepped out of Steve's car and headed towards the coffee shop, he playfully shoved me. "Watch it, Harrington," I retorted with a mock glare.

The bell above the door chimed as I pushed it open, Steve nonchalantly slipping his hands into his pockets as we entered the coffee shop.

A series of crashing sounds resonated from the back of the shop, and suddenly, Eddie emerged from behind the counter. His apron was loosely tied around his waist, and he struggled to brush his hair away from his face, a hair tie between his teeth.

"Hey, you're early," Eddie remarked, his voice slightly muffled by the hair tie. I chuckled, leaning against the counter and stealing a quick glance back at Steve.

"I'm here at the same time I am every day," I replied with a casual shrug. Steve nodded in agreement, his gaze wandering to the wall clock.

"I was just hoping to—" Eddie started to say, but he paused as he pushed his curls out of his eyes and tied them back. He seemed to notice Steve standing behind me and greeted him awkwardly, "Uh, hi."

Eddie glanced between me and Steve, a hint of discomfort evident in his expression. He carefully reached for a cup, keeping an eye on Steve as if he wasn't pleased with his presence. Hoping to what?

"Not even letting me pretend to look at the menu anymore?" I quipped, playfully leaning onto my toes to peek into the back kitchen. "I need another barista."

Almost as if on cue, a voice growled from the back area of the coffee shop, shouting, "EDDIE! What the hell did you do back here?"

Eddie's response carried mock innocence, "What do you mean?" He shot me a look, and I chuckled, stepping away from the counter. Steve briefly scanned the menu before speaking up.

"I'll just have the same," Steve shrugged, not entirely concerned about the menu.

"He's paying for both of us," I chimed in, causing Steve to snap his head in my direction. Eddie suppressed a laugh, and Steve begrudgingly retrieved his wallet and handed over the money.

As I waited by the counter, I asked Eddie, "You playing tonight?" Steve wandered off to explore the café.

"Yeah," Eddie half-smiled as he prepared the two iced coffees. I nodded, glancing around to see where Steve had gone. Once the drinks were ready, Eddie slid them over to me.

"Thank you," I grinned, feeling a slight shiver down my arm as our hands briefly touched. "I'll see you later, yeah?"

Eddie nodded swiftly, and I called out to Steve. Both of us left the café, Steve taking a cup from me. As we settled into his car, I examined my cup, my brow furrowing as I realized it was blank.

Steve settled into the driver's seat, and I took his cup from his hand as he went to take a sip.

"Dude," he protested, giving me a perplexed look. "We got the same thing, why did you take mine?"

Blank. Both cups were blank. "Uh, I wanted the one with more ice," I hastily lied, passing one of the cups back to Steve.

He seemed skeptical but didn't press the issue. After a sip, he placed the cup in the tray and started driving in the direction of my house.

Steve waved goodbye as I walked up my driveway, and I entered my house, sinking into a seat in front of the television. The show playing on the screen didn't capture my attention; instead, I found myself fixated on the condensation droplets trickling down the sides of my plastic coffee cup.

After finishing the drink, I headed to the kitchen to dispose of the empty cup in the bin. Then, I made my way to my room and collapsed onto my bed.

There sat my camera on the dresser, a reminder that I had yet to check the photos I'd had developed. Shaking off my lethargy, I retrieved the envelope from my backpack and settled onto the bed to go through them.

Among the photos were shots of the coffee shop, various locations around town, Steve, and the moments we had shared with his friends. I couldn't help but smile as I came across the picture Eddie had taken of Gareth during our first pool outing, the one of Eddie that sent my heart racing, and the shot of me taken by Eddie himself.

But the last photograph in the stack was something special. It captured Eddie and me at the mall, a snapshot from the early days of summer. Taken accidentally when Gareth was handling my camera, resulting in a slightly tilted angle.

In the photo, Eddie and I were seated side by side, our gazes locked in an intimate moment. My cheeks were flushed, and now, looking at Eddie's expression, I realized he was blushing too.

"Gareth, you wonderfully dumbass," I muttered to myself. I placed the other photos down on the bed and began searching my room for a pen.

I don’t need to have caffeine in my system, you manage to make my heart jump.

Satisfied with the message I had chosen, I rushed around my room to spruce up my appearance and feel more presentable. The relentless heat made everything cling to my skin, but that was a minor concern. After checking the time, I hurried outside with the photo in hand, jumping on my bike and pedaling toward the coffee shop.

As I approached The Hideout, the sound of Corroded Coffin's music grew louder. A few people were scattered around outside. I locked my bike, keeping my head down, and made my way to the bar door. Inside, I ignored people calling for my attention and giving me strange looks. It felt like the first time I had come here, Chief Hopper seated at the bar.

"Hopper," I sighed, approaching him.

He raised an eyebrow as I stopped near him. "Exactly how often do you come into this establishment?"

"I'm here with a purpose."

"Munson's band?" He sipped his beer and glanced at his watch. "I've seen you running around with him for a while."

"Well, I mean..." I awkwardly laughed and shifted my weight.

"Not my business," Hopper muttered, placing his now-empty bottle on the bar and getting up. He strolled away, leaving me standing alone at the bar, nervously toying with the edge of the photo in my pocket.

Eddie thanked the crowd for listening to their performance, and a few people clapped, making him smile with pride. Gareth, having spotted me, got up from behind his drum set and walked over to me with a smile.

"Usually Eds tells us when you're coming. Did you like the show?"

"Always do," I smiled, although I hadn't really been listening today. I was too nervous, not sure if Eddie would interpret the note correctly.

"Hey," Eddie raised an eyebrow as he approached us. "No Steve?"

Gareth slowly backed away, walking to join the rest of the band as they packed up their equipment.

"I think he has a date tonight, actually."

"Oh, and are you... okay with that?"

"Of course, I am," I laughed. "My friends deserve to be happy. Steve's not very lucky in the relationship area anymore."

"Really? Steve Harrington has trouble with girls?"

"All the time. It's pretty much all he talks about," I said, reaching to pull the photo from my pocket. But just as I was about to do so, Gareth came back over to us.

"All good to go," he announced, passing Eddie his car keys. "Y/N, you want to come to Eddie's tomorrow?"

"Uh, tomorrow?" I glanced at Eddie, who was just looking at his friend.

"Watch a movie with us," Gareth suggested, giving Eddie a significant look. They seemed to have a silent conversation before Eddie turned his attention back to me.

"Yeah, you should come," Eddie said.

"Oh, sure," I replied with a smile.

"Eddie will call you with the details," Gareth said casually, slinging an arm over my shoulders. Eddie reached forward, pulling his friend's arm off me and giving him a stern look.

We walked outside together, the other two guys already engrossed in conversation by the van.

I headed toward the bikes, pulling mine off the rack and groaning when I heard the familiar sound of Billy Hargrove's car engine pulling up beside me.

"What is it this time?" I asked. He had made various attempts to pick me up since the incident at the pool, showing up at my house, the cafe, the mall, Scoops Ahoy, and even once at Steve's house.

"Let me drive you home," he smiled, reaching across the car to open the passenger door.

"I'd rather you ran me over," I replied, turning back to the guys who were all watching intently.

"Come on," Billy growled. "It's just a ride, nothing serious... And if you so feel inclined to seek more, I won't complain."

"And when I don't?"

"Oh, you will," he said confidently.

"Will my bike fit in your van?" I asked Eddie, a little concerned about what Billy might do.

"We can fit it," one of the guys said, opening the back doors and making space by moving some of the band equipment.

"Come on," Eddie reached his hand out, and I took it, while Gareth grabbed my bike and shot a disapproving glare at Billy.

Gareth loaded my bike into the back of the van, and Billy revved his engine before speeding off down the street.

"Thanks," I mumbled, looking down at mine and Eddie's intertwined hands.

"I said I could drive you anytime," he shrugged, "I really meant it."

I smiled at him, carefully dropping his hand and walking over to the other boys. I climbed into the back of the van, sitting with two of them in the cramped space while Gareth shut the doors and walked around to the passenger seat.

We chatted and joked as Eddie drove, stopping at the first house.

"Bye, Jeff," I waved, and he gave me a small nod, picking up his guitar and climbing out of the van to head home. I really liked talking with Eddie’s friends, it seemed to me like they followed Gareth’s lead and kept referring to me and Eddie as an item.

We made it to my house, and I bid the three boys farewell before heading inside. Eddie's van stayed in the driveway until I had closed the door, and I saw his lights pass by the window.

An hour passed as I waited by the phone before it finally rang. "Hey, Eddie," I said as I put the receiver to my ear.

"Ouch, why are you never that eager to talk to me," Steve asked, and I frowned a little.

"Oh, Hi Steve." I shook off the sad feeling that maybe Eddie wasn't calling because he didn't want me there. Maybe he was just friendly, and I'd been reading into things. "I'm always happy to talk to you, but…"

"You love talking to Munson. I get it." Steve yawned on the other line. "I was just calling to ask what you were doing tomorrow."

I felt like I was grinning from ear to ear. "Hanging out with Eddie."

"And Gareth," Steve laughed. "Told him you want to have his kids yet or what?"

"I do not want to have his kids, Steve Harrington," I reprimanded.

"I'm pretty sure I read in your diary that—"

"You read my diary?!"

"No, but now I know you have one," He cheered. "Do you draw little hearts around Eddie's name in there? Oh, you definitely write about how amazing it is to be my friend."

"I have a list of ways I think about killing you in there," I said in a faux-serious tone, Steve laughing lightly.

"Come by my house if you get sick of being around Munson and his boyfriend tomorrow," Steve said simply. "And when he calls, count to 3 before you pick up."

Steve hung up, and I put the phone back in the wall, sinking back into my chair and looking at the ceiling. The phone started ringing again, and I excitedly went to grab it, stopping myself momentarily. "One… Two… Three!" I answered. "Hello?"

"Y/N?"

"Oh, hey Eddie," I said as casually as possible.

"Gareth is coming over at 3 tomorrow, is that good for you? We're just watching some movie I picked up at Family Video."

"Yeah, that's fine. I'll be there."

"Cool," He said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Cool," I whispered back

"So, did you enjoy tonight's show? I didn't think you were coming."

"I wasn't, I mean, I missed most of it, but yeah, I think you're really talented."

"Me?"

"Yeah! You look so cool when you're on stage, it's like a version of you that's not letting fear kick his ass... No offense."

"Please," he laughed. "Tell me more."

I twirled the phone cord on my finger and started telling Eddie how great I thought he was at performing. He seemed so unafraid, and I only got glimpses of this fearlessness. When he held his guitar, he was a new man.

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I went to the store and slowly walked the aisles, picking up different mugs and deciding which one I liked the best. Once I had made my selection, I got back on my bike and rode across town to the trailer park.

As I dropped my bike on the grass, and smoothed down my clothes, I pulled the mug's small gift box out of my backpack and knocked on the door. There was a light ruckus inside before it swung open, and Eddie hurriedly smiled at me.

"Hey," he leaned against the doorframe, and I blushed, looking up at him. "Gareth's not here yet, but you can come in. Sorry, it's kind of a mess."

"You weren't kidding, your uncle really likes mugs," I said, looking around the small space. I held up the gift box, and Eddie tilted his head to the side.

"What's that?"

"It's for him"

"He's not here right now, but I'm sure he'll love whatever it is."

"It's just another silly mug," I muttered, putting the box on the table. Eddie and I stood in silence, looking at each other.

"Do you... want to see my room?"

"Um," I blinked a few times, not expecting that question. "Sure."

Eddie led me down the hall and showed me his room. It was messy, cluttered, and dark, but it felt cozy. It suited him. Eddie kicked at some clothes on the ground, moving them into a small pile.

"Sorry, I guess you're supposed to clean your room before girls come over," he muttered.

I laughed, looking at his little things when the phone started ringing. Eddie excused himself, leaving me to my own devices as I chuckled at the 'World's Best Mum' mug on his bedside table with a red marker used to cross out 'Mum' and write 'Dungeon Master' in smaller letters.

Eddie started arguing quietly with the person on the phone, and I peered out of his bedroom. "Everything okay?"

"It's Gareth," he said bluntly, holding the phone out for me.

I slowly walked out to the kitchen and put the phone to my ear. "Have you not left yet?"

"I'm not coming."

"Huh?"

"Go. Canoodle."

"Nobody says that," I protested, but he'd already hung up. I looked at the phone in confusion, and Eddie took it from my hand.

"Nobody says what?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, it's just the way he um..." I couldn't think up a lie. "All he said was 'Have a groovy time,' and I don't think anyone says 'groovy' anymore."

"Can't believe he's sick," Eddie shook his head. Sick, yep, that's what he was. Sick in the head, maybe.

"I should probably go then."

"No!" Eddie said quickly, and I stopped moving completely to look at him again. "You're already here, stay for the movie."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, friends do stuff together all the time." Friends, because that's what we are.

Eddie pressed play on his VCR and threw himself down on the couch, looking over at me expectantly.

I sat beside him, our arms touching, but I couldn't look at him. Even when we talked, I just looked ahead at the TV set.

"Do you always sit like you're being interrogated?" He joked.

I turned to give him a quizzical look. "Interrogated?" I laughed, relaxing a little. "Not everyone is a menace like you."

"A menace?" He snorted. "You mock the stuff Gareth says, but you need to update your vocabulary."

"Well, I'm sorry that my vocab isn't, like, totally tubular, Edward."

"Eddie," he corrected quickly, making me laugh. With a sigh, I moved back and sat comfortably on the couch, Eddie smiling at me from my peripheral vision as I continued watching the movie.

"Can I help you?"

Seemingly caught in the act, Eddie looked away quickly and cleared his throat. "This movie isn't exactly what I pictured it to be."

"Mhmm, and why's that?"

"It's very... musical. I thought it would be scary."

I looked at him in amusement. "Did you think that it was a horror movie just because it's called Rocky Horror?" He nodded sheepishly, and I smiled. He's so cute.

Moving in my seat, I inched a little closer to Eddie, getting a bit nearer each time I could until he noticed. His hand brushed against mine, and he pulled it away before looking down at my hand.

"If you wanted to be this close to me, you should have just asked," he laughed.

I smiled at him. "Don't flatter yourself."

"Just saying, we could have moved things to my bedroom."

"Oh, you mean that mess you kicked around?" I raised an eyebrow and tried to hold back my grin.

"Hey! I wasn't expecting a girl to go in there," he pouted. "Would have cleaned it for you." Eddie patted my leg in a friendly, joking manner, looking back to the TV and leaving his hand on my thigh. “I really like having you as my friend, Y/N”

Right, Friend. I sat through the rest of the movie with my heart pounding so loudly in my chest that it was ringing in my ears. I wanted to tell him how I felt, but I couldn't. I couldn't risk ruining our friendship by saying, ‘Hey Munson, I have a crush on you!!!’ and having him reject me.

When the credits rolled, Eddie stood up and walked over to the VCR, stopping the movie and looking back at me.

"I should get going now, huh?" I tried to clear my head, getting up and slinging my backpack over my shoulder. I opened the door and looked back at Eddie quickly. "Bye."

"Wait, what?"

"I'll see you later, got to go."

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, no, not at all. It's just, uh, it's getting late, you know? Bye." I walked quickly to my bike, stood it up, and pedaled out of the trailer park.

I rode my bike home in silence, throwing it carelessly on the lawn when I got home. I dropped my backpack on the floor and walked to my room, ignoring my family's questions.

Sitting on my bed, I looked at the different photos stuck on my wall. With a soft smile, since I wouldn't be giving the photo to Eddie, I could at least stick it up for myself. I made my way back to the front door, picking up my backpack and digging through it blindly. I huffed and tipped the bag upside down, watching the loose change and miscellaneous items fall to the floor.

"Shit," I muttered. "No." Did it get stuck to the gift box? That fucking mug!

I pulled open the door, set on racing back to Eddie's and taking the photo. But there he was, standing outside the door with the photo in his hands.

"You did my thing," he said, his voice soft and breathy.

"It's stupid," I reached to take it from him, but Eddie pulled his arms back.

"Why is it stupid?" He frowned at me. "What did it really mean?"

I sighed. "That I think you're cute, I don't know. See? It's stupid." Frustrated, I ran my hands over my face.

"Why is that stupid?" He asked again.

"Because it just is, I don't know, Eddie," I sighed and looked at him. "Can I just have it back?"

"No, I want to keep it."

"What?"

"Because it's not stupid," I raised an eyebrow, and he laughed. "But clearly you are."

"Hey!" I protested, confused. "Why are you laughing?" Was it that hilarious that I had a crush on him? I was younger than him. Maybe he thinks of me as just some kid.

"Y/N," he said slowly. "It took me one note to think you felt something at all, but you didn't understand anything from the fifty I've given you?"

"You're just friendly."

"I'm really not," I looked up at him finally. "Y/N. I think you are amazing, and everyone else sees it except you. I like you."

"I... like you, too?"

"Is that a question or a statement?"

"A," I blinked a few times, swallowing the lump in my throat. "A statement."

"Good," Eddie huffed out a breath, and in an instant, his head ducked down to mine. My eyes widened as I felt the warmth of his lips against mine before slowly closing them and moving so I could wrap my arms around his neck.

His kiss was not like those in movies or books; it was the primal desire that lives in us all. Eddie cupped one hand on the side of my face, moving closer so our bodies were pressed against each other. He embraced himself rather than hid as a copy of those romantic idols as he kissed me.

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bonus epilogue kinda:

Eddie opened his locker, and I raised an eyebrow at the picture of us. "I don't remember that having a cigarette burn and a stain."

He looked at it and back at me. "Clearly, you're remembering wrong."

"Of course I am," I laughed, pressing up on my toes to briefly kiss Eddie. I went to move away, but he wrapped his arms tightly around me.

"Nope," he said against my lips.

"I have class," I said simply, still kissing him and melting against his chest.

"Skip it," he suggested.

I shook my head, and he groaned, letting go and pouting at me. "I see you every day; you can survive 45 minutes while I go to Chemistry."

"Not true, some days you hang out with Steve. And half the day when I get to see you, I'm pouring you drinks," he protested. "Besides, we have our own chemistry."

"You're not funny."

"What are you two doing?" Gareth asked as he approached us.

"Canoodling," I replied blankly, earning an unimpressed look from Gareth.

"You're not funny," he retorted.

Eddie laughed, and I lightly elbowed his side before looking back at Gareth. "Let's go."

"Bye, Eddie," Gareth said, slinging his arm over my shoulders as we turned away. Eddie quickly stepped forward to remove it.

"Stop that," he said simply, and Gareth and I laughed as we walked down the hall to our class.

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Waaaahhhh requests are open?! Congrats on 300 followers!! :D okie well now I have an idea~ don’t feel like you need to rush into it tho.

A soulmate AU of sorts~ you can only taste the things your soulmate has in their mouth.

The twist is that Gender neutral!reader and saiki both like to torture each other. Licking a shoe, eating those disgusting jellybeans, gulping hot chilly sauce. (Reader constantly threatens to lick a poop but saiki knows they never would) It’s a thing they’ve done before and after they’ve met each other.

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Hi there! I think this request might be… over a year old. I am SO sorry for that! Thank you for sending it though!

I kinda put this blog down for a bit because my life got busy and blah blah who cares about that lol. But I was watching Saiki K. for the first time in a while and wow I miss this blog. This is super short, and it’s more of a warm up so I apologize for reduced length - this request just made me laugh, because I can totally see Saiki being petty enough for this. Once again I'm sorry it's so short or if it's not what you meant!

TW: uhh gross tastes, Saiki eats dirt but tbh it’s tame

Reader is gender neutral!

WC: 683

Italics represents Saiki speaking telepatically!

Saiki and S/O love finding the worst tastes to torture the others.

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This was hell.

You don’t quite remember how this started, but it didn’t matter as the taste of dirt filled your mouth once more. You would think you’d be used to it by now - with your soulmate being a mischievous psychic, but, alas, it seemed like your poor taste buds would never adjust. You held back a cough, shooting a glare to your right where your eyes met with empty magenta ones hiding behind green glasses and a small smile dancing on his lips. Of course, he couldn’t taste it, and you had to suffer alone. 

“If you’re not careful I’ll begin to associate math with the taste of dirt, you know. As if it isn’t bad enough,” you whispered, transferring your glare down to the worksheet in front of you.

It was cold today. Final exams were coming up, and you needed to focus, being on the verge of failing and all. A cozy picnic table underneath a bare tree seemed like the best place to focus for the duration of your lunch break until you noticed the pink hair and antennae following behind you. Being around him outside was always dangerous. Saiki loves you, he really does and you know it, but he always seemed set on forcing you to taste the most disgusting thing he can think of. 

It became like a little ritual every time you saw each other, trying to get the other to scrunch up their face in disgust as much as possible. Most couples would eat sweet candies or fresh fruit as an act to demonstrate their love for the other - you and Saiki on the other hand: anything from dish soap to spoiled milk. Nothing was off the table, as long as it wouldn’t put you in any danger. Saiki, on the other hand, can eat just about anything.

You reached a hand into your bag sitting beside you, determined to get your revenge and taking great pleasure in the fearful expression that overtook Saiki’s face. He could read your mind. A small bottle of hot sauce was inside, and you knew Saiki couldn’t handle the heat. Swiftly, you drank it, thankful you weren’t the one that had to face the consequences of your actions. Saiki’s face rarely betrayed him, but the red on his cheeks from the heat of the hot sauce always brought joy. 

“You’re lucky it’s just hot sauce. I could always go a step further, you know,” you teased. “You wouldn’t dare,” quickly shot through your head. Turning your head, mustering a serious face, you replied, “Oh, but I would.” He knew you wouldn’t. Now smiling, you focused your attention back on the math equations in front of you; they no longer seemed so bad.

It was dark now, and you finally made your way home to the safety of your bed. Your eyes blink open slowly as an unbearable taste overtakes your senses - what on earth was he eating? You reach for your phone to call him and find out, but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing it got to you.

Your resolve broke after fifteen minutes of torture. You brought your phone to your ear and demanded he stops, threatening to find something far worse to lick if he doesn’t. When the taste doesn’t fade, you reach into your nightstand door and pull out a certain pack of jelly beans. You never quite understood this challenge; there was no reason to try them unless you hate your soulmate. They were perfect for an occasion such as this, though. You poured a handful into your mouth without much thought, taking your time to chew them slowly and with far more thought. 

Once you heard coughing over the phone, you finally decided he had enough and stopped eating any more jelly beans. 

"Goodnight," you heard from your phone. "Night," you replied, but neither of you hung up.

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help wanted pt. 2

find pt. 1 here and pt. 3 here

content warnings: joe young x masc reader , phone sex , wet dreams , dacryphilia , referenced blowjobs (?) , kinda public sex , corruption kink obvs , a sprinkle of humiliation kink , handjobs , cumming on face (it was on accident i swear) , they kinda get caught , reader lies ab bible verses (shoutout to @doug-remer-milk-consumer for that one)

word count: ~4.3k

synopsis: joe often finds himself confused on set and asks you for help. in a time of need, you’re the only person he can think of to call.

a/n: this fic is probably gonna turn into a lowkey slowburn just bc i love joe and reader sm <3 also, just know that reader is kind of an unreliable narrator when it comes to characterizing joe just bc he assumes how joe feels without really asking, just keep that in mind lol

 joe hung up soon after he asked the question and never called back. he was a weird dude, you already knew that, but a part of you felt bad for what happened. you knew how devoted he was to his religion, but you now had the knowledge that he has some.. interests that don’t fit into that religion too well.

you didn’t work with him again for a month. for a while, you wondered if it were on purpose. at one point, you two were working together multiple times a week, now it was few and far between. you were adjusting the umbrella light when joe walked in. he kept his head down, even as dave told him good morning. he was usually nice enough to respond, though he did find some of dave’s compliments a little weird.

“what’s up his ass,” he muttered bluntly. you shrugged even though you knew exactly what was wrong. you thought about seeking him out and asking if he was okay, but you decided against it. if he wanted to talk, he’d talk.

the shoot went relatively smooth. he didn’t seem to be super into it, so a lot of the shots on his face would have to be cut, but that was actually pretty common for him. at first, you thought his lack of attraction was because of his abstinence, but now you had a different theory.

the man was gay. he’d never come to the conclusion himself, obviously, but it was starting to make itself more known to you. after hearing about his dream, you noticed more habits that were a little suspicious. first of all, he never found any of the women he’d shoot with attractive. that one would have been a blaring alarm if it weren’t for his religious practices. another thing was when certain guys from the crew talked to him. it was obvious who he found attractive. he’d get shy and try to end the conversation as soon as possible, even if it made the interaction awkward, which he did fairly often with you.

you also started to notice the way he’d glance at you, too. it took a while to really pay attention, but sometimes you’d catch him. his eyes would be big as he looked over you, staring a little harder at certain areas he found attractive, mostly focused on your arms or face. you once caught him staring at your dick as you talked to someone else, which made you laugh. he looked away as soon as he realized and luckily the conversation warranted a laugh, so nobody asked any questions.

it took a week after the shoot, nearly a month and a half without talking, when he called again. it was late, you rolled onto your side and drifting in and out of sleep while listening to your tv. you groaned when the phone rang, but stopped feeling as upset as you recognized his number. you answered.

“hello?” you rasped, rubbing your eyes as you leaned up on your elbows.

“i had another dream.” you blinked, trying to comprehend words.

“what?”

“i.. i had a dream about you. again.” he muttered.

“okay? and? i thought i taught you how to handle that.” if you weren’t half asleep and frustrated, you wouldn’t have said it. you probably would have taken advantage of the opportunity, but decided you were too tired to jack off with him.

“i tried but..” he trailed off for a second. “i couldn’t do it.”

“what do you mean you couldn’t..” oh.

“yeah..” he needed you to help him cum. even though it was 4 in the morning and he had clearly been trying for a while, he still couldn’t do it without you. you blushed a bit, realizing how much he actually needed you.

“you want me to talk to you?” you asked, voice still languid and raspy as he agreed. “tell me about your dream. it might give me some ideas.”

“we were on set.. for- for some reason we were starring together..” you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to will yourself to not get hard. “you.. you touched me and you kissed me.. and i liked it.”

“you liked when i touched your cock?” he whimpered at the word, but hummed in agreement soon after. “oh, baby.. you must be so desperate for me to touch you, hm? i’m sure you’ll want the real thing at some point.”

“mhm..” he nodded along, making quick work of himself as he listened to your voice. you rolled onto your back, stretching as you tried to wake yourself up a little more.

“i don’t even have to talk dirty, do i? just hearing my voice is enough for you, right?” he whines, moans starting to string together as he got closer. you knew he would cum quick. he was sensitive, which made his orgasm come quicker than most. he also spent a while trying to get off himself, which added to his sensitivity. “fuck, i love the noises you make. so pretty.. i wish i could hear it in person, but you’re too shy for that, huh? too scared?”

“n-no..” he sobbed, denying your words. it almost bordered on bullying what you said, but he still basked in your words, degrading or not. he moaned, muffling it as he covered his mouth. you tutted.

“don’t cover your mouth. i wanna hear your pretty little noises..” he clearly enjoyed that considering he almost instantly came. he let out loud, desperate moans as he thrusted into his hand. “good boy.. keep going for me.”

“t-too much..” he sobbed, still moving his hands along even after orgasm. you chuckled, enjoying how obedient he was. you rolled back over to your side.

“it’s okay. you’re doing so good. we just gotta make sure you’re all done, right?” he agrees, even though he started to feel overly sensitive. “you think you’re done?”

“yes, i-i’m done- i’m done,” he hiccupped. you knew there were tears streaming down his cheeks, his face probably puffy and red from embarassment and overstimulation.

“you can stop.” he sighed in relief, relaxing again. you listened to his breathing. every so often, he’d sniffle, but he never said anything. you expected him to hang up and avoid you like the plague again, but he stayed on the line. just you nearly broke the silence, he spoke up.

“can you stay for a minute?” his voice trembled, nervous for your answer. you chuckle.

“of coarse. i’m real tired though, so i might fall asleep,” you warn. he hums.

“i just.. i wanna talk.” you swallow, clearing your throat.

“a-about what?” you stumbled over your words.

“anything?” he responded. you licked over your lips, nervous. you never got like this. you were used to smooth talking and getting in a girls pants, not having a real conversation. “how was your day?”

“uhh, pretty good.. i went on a walk earlier which was nice. got chewed up by bugs, though.” he giggled, making your stomach churn.

“i know you’re supposed to love all creatures because god made them, but bugs are so hard to love! they always bite me!” he smiled. you laughed as well, enjoying the innocent conversation. “there’s this one trail that’s really nice this time of year, but you gotta be careful for snakes. you gotta wear pretty thick pants and boots so they don’t get you.”

“it’s, like, 100 degrees outside, though. i think i’d pass out from heat exhaustion before i left my apartment.” he laughed again.

“that’s a good point..” he thought for a moment, the line going quiet as he did so. you nearly fell back asleep before he spoke up again. “maybe we can go in the fall.”

“we?” you asked, wondering if he even understood the implication.

“yeah! it’ll be fun! we get to hang out in the woods and go hiking! i don’t get to do that with my old friends, but you can!” for some reason, you actually felt a little sad when he called you his friend.

“yeah, that does sound fun.” the line goes quiet again, this time you weren’t tired anymore. your heart raced as you tried to think rationally. you couldn’t though, only staring at the ceiling blankly as you thought about being with joe. it was a stupid idea for multiple reasons, but you couldn’t help warming up to the idea.

“i’m tired,” he mumbled, yawning. you nodded.

“me too.” silence. you thought about hanging up, but you let him make the decision. eventually he spoke up again, his voice drawn and mumbled.

“you really wanna hang out one day?” you felt sick, hands grabbing at your sheets as you agreed. you were just trying to make him feel good, right? he would be heartbroken if you said no. “okay. i’ll see what we can do.”

he didn’t speak again. you nervously waited for him to say something, but it never came. he must’ve fallen asleep at some point, so you hung up. you didn’t go to bed until the sunrise, too panicked to even think about sleeping.

you worked with joe again a week later. instead of being shy and avoidant, he now happily walked up to you and started conversation. you smiled and nodded along, but still felt that weird ache in your chest you couldn’t diagnose. he grinned, bouncing off of every joke you made with excitement. dave joined in once of twice, which neither of you really minded. joe was in a happy mood in general, so hopefully everything would go nice and smooth. eventually, he walked off, holding the script after dave gave him an extra he had on hand.

after a while of helping dave set up shots, joe came back. he didn’t look as relaxed anymore, now holding the script tightly in front of him as he stood behind you. he chewed on his lip, flesh already tender and inflammed as he waited for you. for a while, you expected him to make himself known, but he didn’t.

“what’s up,” you started. he looked around, making sure nobody was paying attention. dave was too busy talking to the new guy to notice and everyone else were just showing up, going off to put their stuff down and make small talk. he leaned close, whispering.

“can you help me out?” he asked. you nod, stifling a smile as he lead you to his dressing room. another question from the script, the main fantasy both of you held. he stood as you sat on the couch. another awkward silence filled the room, joe clearly having trouble talking to you.

“what do you need help with, man?” the script crinkled in his grip as he clinched his fists, avoiding eye contact. you waited for a second before speaking up again. “you gotta tell me what you want. i can’t read minds, you know.”

“what was the word you used for the dream i had?” he mumbled. a moment passed where you thought, trying to figure out what he was talking about. it clicked.

“a wet dream?” he tensed up a bit, head now hanging low as he started to turn red. you’d never get over his reactions to your words.

“y-yeah. do you.. remember what it was about?” he started rubbing his hands over his pants, trying to ground himself.

“the first one or the second one?” he huffed, realizing he did have multiple dreams about you.

“first one..”

“yeah, a little.” you acted like you didn’t think about his dreams while masturbating more often than not. it wasn’t the dream itself that turned you on, more that he dreamt of it. the idea of him waking up in the middle of the night, unable to wrap his head around what happened and being forced to call you, the one he dreamt about, made you more aroused than any porno ever could.

joe walked stiffly towards the couch, sitting next to you as he held out the script. his arm covered his crotch, which only made you more interested.

“it was a lot like this.” you nodded and flipped halfway through, skipping over all the cheesy buildup and glancing over some of the lines. after a while of reading the pages, you shut the packet again and gave it back. it was a basic porn script where joe was supposed to get head from a girl, nothing special.

“i’m assuming you thought about me instead of the girl?” you joked but he didn’t respond to it. you patted his thigh. “it’s all good, man. everyone has a wet dream every once in a while; it’s a part of being human.”

“but.. you’re a guy.” you nodded. clearly your explaination of just helping each other out didn’t suffice. you thought for a second before responding.

“well, you know eve was made from adam’s rib, right?” he nods. “then eve really isn’t that different to adam and you aren’t that different to me. it’s one in the same, you know?”

“i never really thought of it that way.” you nearly cooed at how gullible he is. you knew he never thought of it that way because every word was bullshit and would most likely send you to hell if god were real, but he still nodded along. “are you sure?”

“i’m sure.” you wrapped your arm around him and he leaned in, his head resting on your chest for a moment. if it weren’t for the lie you just told him, you might’ve cherished the moment.

“so my dreams aren’t bad?” he sounded so ashamed, his hands still gripping at his pants. he almost pouted as he asked, finally looking up at you and making eye contact. you stomach did a flip, his sweet expression physically hurting you.

“of coarse not, dude. i think it’s kinda nice,” you smile. his eyes widen, glimmering like a puppy’s you tell them how good they are.

“really?” you nod. he leans back into your arms. it really was sweet, his head resting against you as you rubbed his arm. “can i tell you something? and you can’t be mad.”

“shoot.” he tensed up again, slightly pulling away.

“i have.. jeez, i can’t say it.” his head fell forward, gripping at his pants again. you take your arm back, letting him letting him pull away fully. his hands covered himself again.

“it’s fine, man. you can show me if you can’t say it.” you tried not to assume anything, but you were proven correct as he pulled his hands away. an obvious bulge showed and you almost looked away from instinct. you never looked at another dude’s dick before, but it also felt wrong to avoid looking. you talked him through an orgasm while personally fantasizing about how he looked, cock and all, so why were you suddenly scared of it?

“i’m sorry..” he teared up, making you actually coo.

“aww, don’t apologize. do you want me to touch you?” you spoke gently, as if one wrong word would make him break. it probably would, considering he was already on the verge of crying from shame.

“i’m not sure,” he whimpered. you nodded, placing your hand on his thigh and rubbing.

“it’s okay. we don’t start filming for another hour or so. you can try using what i taught you again!” he blushed, facing away from you fully. you leaned close. “there’s nothing to be ashamed about, man. every guy’s had a boner in public.”

he groaned, leaned forward and covering his face. you patted his back, wondering if anyone noticed you were gone. it’d been several minutes and dave really needed your help. you leaned down again.

“i’m gotta get back to set. if you need me, just grab me, okay?” he nodded with a dramatic whine. dave asked a couple of questions before concluding that you took a shit on set. you laughed along with the jokes, even making some yourself, as you basically trained the new guy on how to set things up.

another 20 minutes pass and you were squating down on the ground, pointing out what gear was needed. you start to feel someone staring at you and as you turn, you make eye contact. joe had his head poked out from the hallway, staring at you with big eyes. he waved towards himself, pouting. you stood.

“give me just a second, i need the bathroom.” you walked away as dave threw some jokes at you. turning the corner, joe immediately dragged you into his dressing room. he shut the door behind him and quickly went to the couch to sit down.

“i-i tried,” he stuttered, raking his fingers through his hair and almost panting.

“you tried what?”

“i tried to do what you.. taught me.. but it still didn’t work. i-i think i need help.” he rambled, starting to cry. you nodded, stepping closer and crouching down to his level.

“hey, hey, it’s okay. you don’t gotta cry, man..” he nodded, wiping his tears and trying to hide his face. you rub his legs. “i can help. i just wanna make sure you’re okay with that.”

“i need you..” he whines, not even realizing what he said. you stifle a moan and continue to rub his legs. he looked down at you with a pout.

“what do you want me to do, baby?” you ask, your hand finding their way to the imprint on his slacks, massaging along the way. he relaxes into the touch, adjusting his position so he was on the edge of the couch.

“can you what you did in my dream?” he asked a little too quick. you nod, smiling at the idea of him jacking off to his own dream of you sucking him off, before realizing that meant you had to suck him off, not some fantasy version of you he made up. your face flushed as you squeezed, a little surprised by the size. you didn’t have expectations going in, but he could definitely do more pornos based on size. he whimpered as you touched him.

“you want me to give you head?” he lets out a cry, still humiliated by your words. most people wouldn’t think twice about the term, but joe felt himself melt as he heard it. “say it out loud. i need you to say yes or no.”

“yes..” his voice trembled.

“and..?” you waited as he tried to form the words, but consistantly falling short. you let go and he whines, grabbing your wrist.

“no, no, no- please, y/n. please- i need it..” he begged. you shook your head.

“i need to hear you say it before i can do it.”

“i-i want you to.. oh- i need you to give me h-head.” the words sounded foreign coming from his mouth. you’d never heard him speak like this genuinely, which only made you feel that corruptive urge again. you supressed a smile as he sniffles.

“good boy,” you praise. he whimpers as you touch him again. you feel him up, experimenting with what he liked before finding out he seemed to really enjoy the rougher squeezes. you ran your thumb over his clothed tip before fully gripping him. his back arched and a string of noises came out with only a few words thrown in.

“ah, ah, please-“ he sobbed still gripping your wrist harshly. you used your free hand to push it away, earning another hearty whine. you kissed his inner thigh, him shivering as he felt your breath against his thigh.

“keep your hands by your side. don’t want you getting too excited, right?” he nods, still oblivious to the jabs. you loved it, him innocently agreeing to you, even as you degraded and humiliated him. he plants both hands to his sides, gripping the cushions as you kiss again. you continued your little pecks up and up, making him tremble and melt. eventually you found yourself inches away from his cock, nerves stopping you from continuing. “you know, i’ve never done this before, right?”

“really?” he looked down at you, eyes lighting up when he realized that you also still had first times to experience, not just him. you nod. you weren’t really trying to be reassuring, but it was nice to see him become more confident in your dynamic.

“yeah, so you’re gonna have to tell me if you like it.” you said, but you wouldn’t be suprised if he found everything arousing. he nods, his eyes flicking between you and his cock. “you wanna watch, baby?”

he nods again, his face getting warmer by the second as yours did. if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was also into this. maybe he liked being corrupted, the humiliation of not knowing what was happening or the having words to express it. you unbuckle his belt, tapping his leg to get him to lean up. he does and watched you pull his boxers and pants down in one motion.

his legs tried to close around you, attempting to hide from exposure. for a moment, you hesitated. you’d never slept with a guy. you never touched a guy, never kissed a guy, hell, you never even liked a guy. now, you were on your knees in front of a mormon of all people with his dick in your face. you chewed on your lip, thinking.

“you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he said quickly. you look up at him. even though he was clearly desperate to feel your mouth on him, he must’ve seen how nervous you were, which made you smile. you nod.

“how about this: i touch you and if i feel comfortable blowing you later, i will.” he shivered at the terms you used, but agreed either way. it took you a few seconds to work up the courage to touch him. you experimented, running the very tip of your fingers down the underside, causing him to sigh heavily. with a little more motivation from his noises, you wrapped your hand around him.

running your hand up and down with little grip, you stopped towards the head. you rubbed circles right under the tip, smiling when his hips bucked. he whimpered, trying to keep himself still. his fingers dug into the couch as you stimulated him, almost the same way you’d do a girl’s clit. and just like a girl, he moaned nice and high.

even with his nails digging into the leather, it wasn’t enough. soon, he let go and grabbed at your hair, needing to touch. you whimper as he tugged, quickly apologizing. he wasn’t pushy like most guys would when they got a hold of somebody’s hair, instead detangling knots to make up for yanking your hair, only to do it again everytime you hit a sensitive spot.

with new found confidence, you started touching him the same way you did yourself. a rough grip, of which made him sob and squirm, and quick jerks. he almost wailed, fingers letting go of your locks and grabbing your shirt. the material bunched up into his hands before he let it go and grabbed onto your shoulder.

his hips bucked again, your free hand holding onto his hip and pinning it down. he whined, trying to take your hand away but obeying when your grip tightened. even though you originally used this as an excuse to not to give him head, you started to question how you really felt. his precum formed pretty little droplets, your fingers quickly wiping over it for lubricant. once another leaked out, you leaned forward, tongue quickly lapping over the liquid. your eyebrows furrowed, almost cringing at the taste before being distracted by his high pitched moan. his grip on your shoulder tightened and so did yours on his cock. you glanced up at him, making eye contact.

“a-ah!” he yelped, immediately ejaculating. you turned your head away, gritting your teeth as he came all over your hand and your body. he panted above you, whimpering as you let go. “i’m sorry- i’m sorry-“

he quickly apologized before he even finished, hips still bucking against your hand. you held your breath, trying to find the power in you to not freak out over another man’s jizz on your body. you looked back at him.

his cheeks were red, eyes wide and quickly flicking between each drop of cum on you. his chest rose and fell quickly as he adjusted himself, keeling over a bit as the tip dragged against the couch. he whimpered from overstimulation, still apologizing.

“it’s fine, man..” your voice strained, grabbing at a random shirt on the ground and wiping the side of your face before letting out the breath you’d been holding. “happens to the best of us.”

“here.” he grabbed the shirt from you, wiping over your hair and your neck before handing it back. he saw the tensed expression on your face and physically deflated at it. “i-i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to.. it just- i’m sorry.”

“i promise, it’s fine.” you wiped off your hand before discarding that shirt and grabbing another to hand him, letting him clean up. he took it. “i just.. wasn’t expecting it.”

both of you jumped as someone knocked on the door. he called out a quick ‘just a minute’ before quickly pulled up his pants as you stood, trying to find some place to hide. you huffed, not finding anywhere good and sitting next to joe.

“what are you doing?” he whisper-yelled. you grabbed the script and held it between you.

“helping you out with the script.” he nodded before saying ‘come in’. dave poked his head in.

“there you are! we’re starting in 5, you two. oh, and y/n, i need your help with this light.” you nod, stepping towards him. he held his hand out, making you stand still for a moment. he glanced over your body before chuckling. “i’m fucking with you. i just wanted to see if that was really cum on your shirt.”

your stomach dropped as he shut the door, suddenly feeling the urge to vomit. the room was silent before you slowly turned and saw the look of horror on joe’s face, completely still and not breathing.

somehow, you comforted him enough to leave the room within 5 minutes while finding something to put on that wasn’t soaked in joe’s cum. luckily, the new guy fucked up one of the cameras and they had to call the shoot off, rescheduling for the next day. knowing how anxious joe was, it felt like a blessing. you now stood outside, smoking a cigarette as you waited for dave to come tell you what time you needed to come in. joe stepped out the door, and slowly walked towards you, avoiding eye contact.

“i’m sorry.. again.” joe stood next to you. almost everyone left, everyone else already fed up and opting for dave to call them instead of waiting. you shrugged, flicking the ash away from him.

“it’s all good. at least i got a new shirt out of it,” you chuckle. he didn’t laugh, instead awkwardly looking away for a few minutes before walking off. “i’ll see you tomorrow.”

he didn’t respond and you’d never admit it, but it hurt a little.

#joe young x reader #orgazmo #trey parker #joe young

[cupidsdescendant]

Mercs X Sweet Tooth G/N!

Hey yall! It’s been a while since I wrote a short head canon list for the mercs and so I decided to write this! I really have been getting into writing actual one shot stories instead of lists so that’s why my posts have been so slow  ^___^ I’m thinking about making a version of this one for the creepy pasta characters to go back to fanfic roots ;-; anyways, g’day! Mwah XOXOXO

Scout:

-Very happy

-“Oh yeah? What’s your favorite one? Really! Mine too!” He takes out your favorite candy in response 

-You both like staying up at 3 am eating random sweets

-The sugar rush hits both of you SOOOOO hard. Running across the fort, double, fuck it, triple jumping all around and screaming violently.

- You both literally laugh at almost every thing the mercs say even if it’s not funny or relevant and both laugh at each other laughing so hard. Your laughs become even wheezier when you both cannot speak and it’s both of you mumbling and laughing and your mumbling.

-Just as much as the rush gets you the crash hits harder than the market crash of 2008. Both of you are literally so tired you guys can’t even get up. Eyes sore, legs weak, body tired, everything hurts after literally sonic speeding everywhere. You both wake up holding each other or spooning <3.

-Instead of a hot steamy cup of coffee in the morning you wake Scout up by sitting on top of him and feeding him lemon heads and sour gummy bears. 

-You like to throw gummies and candies into his mouth during fights just to play around and it helps with a speed boost 

-Although Scout loves candy his favorite is of course: B o n k 

-And you both drink it religiously! At this point you both have it in an IV put up into your veins. 

-Scout and you have so much fun with candy. You both go to candy stores together and have fun picking out candies and sodas. Once you both get home you guys would eat eat eat, lose your mind and sleep for the rest of the night ^___^

Soldier: 

-He doesn’t eat a lot of sweets, but once you give him one he goes a little crazy 

-Once, you gave him a chocolate bar and he rocket jumped to space and didn’t come back for at least 3 days

-Soldier finds you alone eating a 12 pack of mini cupcakes to yourself and he gasps “Dear god!” 

-“mfwhaht-?” Y/N said mouth full of white cake and frosting. CANNIBALISM!!” He screams pointing at you in horror

-“HoW!?” Y/N yelled out, Soldier ran over and ran his hand on Y/N’s chin “My cupcake is eatin’ a cupcake!”

-He loves a good ol' fashion American Cherry pie

-Coke is his favorite drink

-He mostly enjoys milk chocolate and whoppers

-Always makes sure they're made in America

Pyro:

-you know em, Pyro is a maniac for that typa shit. Way even more than Scout

-Give them a jolly rancher and he'll spend half of the time rolling around in circles laughing and banging his head on the wall

-her brain is already filled with sunshine and rainbows but once you add candy- it's full blown candy land

-they like to make you dance a lot when he's hyper on candy! Always spinning you around and around <3

-He likes hoping around too. He acts kinda like a little bunny ;w;

-Pyro and you basically just run around setting everything on fire without a care in the world

-His favorite candy...? All of em! Lollipops and sour-sweet ones are his favorites.

-They propose to you with a ring pop

Demoman:

-he can handle some sweet things but he's not a big fan

-But when you mix a sugar rushed Y/N with a drunk Demo it's alllllllll chaos.

-You both love doing karaoke when you're out of yall's minds, screaming violently to songs or crying to sad ones

-Probably have a super duper upper crazye rap battle too

-When you both crash you find each other on the other sides of the rooms but when you both wake up you go and cuddle.

-You both try and get sober from your addictions but fail and the next weekend is the same lol

-Like I said, Demo doesn't really like candy. The only ones he'd eat is going to be mixed with alcohol or root beer ones

Heavy:

no comment. these are his favorite

Engineer:

-being from the south, he loves moon pies and other pies in general

-Engi loves maple taffy and whenever it's winter time he makes them with the mercs or just enjoys them by himself

-He loooves taffy and Rocky Road!!

-Pie is also his favorite, Pumpkin pie specifically. He always likes to eat it with a scoop of vanilla ice cream

-All of the sweet things he eats are always warm and relaxing and so you both like to cozy up together and eat together

-Engineer always has to hold you down when you get a little hyper and he has to tell you to relax

-Gets overwhelmed trying to calm you down and eventually gives up but you decided to sit next to him when you can't find him

Medic:

-always warns you about cavities and tells you not to eat so much sweets

-He usually hides the fact that he eats soo much candy.

-Considering Medic is German he eats mostly German candy and chocolates but he's afraid to admit he likes American candies a lot

-He likes to eat sour candies but his taste in things is a lot more "luxury" and so he eats mostly dark chocolate

-Def the kind of guy to say he's not eating chocolate or candy and have stains all over his clothes and mouth

-Medic's manic-ness and your hyper-ness when you're on a sugar rush is. terrifying. Both of you don't stop and you both cannot.

-Both of you go on the most crazy adventures. Once you both woke up with your limbs detached and the other time you guy's switched bodies

Sniper:

-Sniper doesn't eat sweets. periodt.

-He usually just watches you go coo coo through his rifle and chuckles to himself

-even though he doesn't eat anything sweet he think it's so cute that you love sweets so much

-He goes out his way to always buy you candy when he has the time and his favorite part is holding it while you chomp into it

-Once he saw you eating oreos and he called you cookie monster and you didn't know how to feel

-He's very neutral with everything tbh..

-You always try to convince him to eat it but he just can't do it

-So he'll eat something savory while you eat something sweet so he can interact and hang out with you

Spy:

-He loves chocolate croissants...okay sorry for the french joke lmao

-seriously though he's french! France has the most bomb fucking sweets and desserts ever

-He loves Macarons, Éclairs, Profiterole and crepes

-He also really loves to tell you the history of those desserts and loves sharing his culture with you!!! <3

-He tries to calm you down whenever you have a sugar rush and usually forces you to sit down and eat desserts while he reads to you

-Loves to wipe off the cream or frosting off your face and say some horny french bullshit

-You alwaysssss beg Spy to make French pastries and he reluctantly agrees

-You both spend hours in the kitchen making food together and flirting. It's a really cute moment.

-During breaks or lunch you both eat your pastries together <333

okay so it's been a while since I posted. Hey yall! Hope you like this one <3 stay cute! Mwah xoxoxo

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[ro-written]

A Super Morning

A/N: This is honestly just an idea I had and kinda wanted to make it into a series but we’ll see if I have time for all that lol. For now, enjoy an Avengers!AU-inspired one-shot essentially

Warnings/Tags: Really not much, humor, slice of life (?), gn!reader, cursing, mc has powers, mc is kinda like a Deadpool/Winter Soldier typeish character?, mc throws a knife near Wooyoung buuuuut that’s kinda it as far as violence, little editing cause we d word like men

Word Count: 1.7k

Padding into the central kitchen, you walked directly to the fridge, grabbed out the milk, and set it on the counter right by. You opened the cabinet to fetch out your cereal and then a bowl, dumping a portion of the box into it. You poured the milk into the bowl after putting the box back, replacing the milk into the fridge, and opening the drawer right under the cabinets to grab out a knife.

Turning around quickly, you threw the chef's knife into the wall right next to the intruder standing at the entryway. You could hear their heart pounding despite their attempt to keep a neutral face.

“You know, Seonghwa is going to be pissed that you put a hole in his wall.”

“Well, you should know better than to be so sneaky, Jung Wooyoung.” You rolled your eyes, opening your hand up and allowing the black smoke to wrap around the knife handle, bringing it back to your palm and being tossed into the sink.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he walked over to the coffee machine.

“You know, for an assassin who was known for his seduction tactics and deadly sexual prowess,” you grab a spoon out of the utensil drawer, turning to face him and pointing it at the man. “You really suck at keeping your heart steady.”

His eyebrow quirked up at your smile and you put the spoon into your cereal, walking away into the living room to get comfortable on the couch. You threw the blue blanket typically kept on the back of the sofa across your legs before turning on the TV to watch the morning news for a little. Boring, yes. But you didn’t mind the boring aspect of this job compared to your old…occupation.

A new set of steps walked into the living room from one of the side hallways leading from the front door. You knew who it was, but still turned your head to offer a smile towards the Captain.

“Hey Joongie, how are you?”

There was a light sheen of sweat on his skin, but other than that no one would truly be able to tell that the man had just run at least 15 miles within the hour. Matter of fact, he was barely huffing out any sort of breath.

“Not too terrible! Got a late start to the morning, but I made up for it.” He nodded, and all you could do was quietly roll your eyes at the leader and his critiques of himself.

“Oh, I’m sure,” you let out in a huff.

“Anything interesting we should know about?” He asks, pointing to the news channel for the local area. You pouted slightly and shook your head.

“No, nothing good. Just some dog celebrating his 15th birthday which I guess could be argued is pretty worthy news.” You smirked up at him as he stood behind the couch where you were sitting. It was then his turn to roll his eyes at your comment. Before he could say anything further, a voice entered the room.

“You shouldn’t sound too disappointed at no ‘exciting’ news.” Damp red hair was the first thing you saw before the rest of San’s figure, a smirk appearing on his face. You quirked an eyebrow before turning your gaze back to the TV.

“Well, you know me, bird brain. Can’t be still for too long.” You scooped another spoonful of cereal into your mouth as he came to sit on your right a little too close to you. Looking back at him, you pointed one finger out, causing the black smokey tendrils to shoot out and push him over. With a light oof he face-planted into one of the throw pillows, taking the hint to move over a bit. Hongjoong simply watched with a gentle smile, taking in the interaction. 

“Hyung, are you just going to let them use their powers to bully me like that?” San whined with a pout, prompting you to roll your eyes once again. However, before Joong was able to get out a word, maroon glimmers started to tug lightly at his hair, and you couldn’t help the little laugh that escaped you as San yelped.

Just as you were expecting, Seonghwa rounded the corner into the living room, smirking all the while. He held his own bowl of cereal as he continued to ruffle San’s hair around with his magic. He walked over to one of the love seats and crossed his legs under him.

“What about using powers to bully others?” His eyebrows went up and his eyes widened in faux innocence as he took the first bite of his own cereal. San simply stuck his tongue out childishly before crossing his arms to focus on the TV. Hongjoong chuckled again, shaking his head as he left to shower.

The newscasters had shifted from talking about the cute, old dog to discussing some new donut place near the building. Wooyoung walked into the room with his French toast and coffee as you let out an amused hum. He finds his seat next to Hwa, kicking his feet up onto the elder’s legs.

“We better not let Yunho hear–”

“Too late!” The man was already walking into the living room with a bright smile and a black beanie covering his green hair. He hops over the couch to sit to your left, jostling you and your cereal lightly. Despite it, you still offered him a kind smile, poking at his rosy cheeks.

“Good morning, insecto-boy.” You tease him as he pouts a little, his eyes rounding and giving him a puppy dog look. You could hear San laugh from beside you at your taunting, and the black smoke shot out once again to lightly push him over.

“I say we do donuts later,” Yunho pipes up as San is straightening himself out once again. You let out a gentle hum in agreement, noticing Seonghwa nod his head out of the corner of your eye.

“Donuts would be good.”

A voice behind you makes the four other men jump as you took another bite of cereal. You had felt his presence a while ago and knew he would eventually make himself known. Still, it was quite entertaining to watch as Wooyoung almost tossed his coffee and nearly kicked Hwa’s cereal at the same time.

“Yeosang, a little warning next time?” San sputters out, hand over his heart in an attempt to slow it down. The man behind you shrugged in a somewhat, but not fully there, apology. From the corner of your eye, you watched as he walked over to the other loveseat, situating himself to watch the news with the rest of you.

“I’m just saying, I haven’t had a donut in a while. We could have a little donut trip or something.” The archer muttered it out, his lips forming a natural pout. You watched on in amusement as Wooyoung decided to toss a piece of his french toast into his friend’s mouth from across the way, Yeosang easily catching it.

Another sound, this time a whoosh, and the feel of a breeze did cause you to turn around and watch as Mingi stepped beyond his portal with two bags containing three boxes of a dozen donuts, each. His eyes lit up as everyone looked at him with curiosity.

“A new donut place opened! I figured we could all try them out.” He smiled at all of you before walking to the coffee table set in the middle of the room and setting the boxes down. His short blond hair was mussed up from the portal but he was quick to fix it, running his fingers through it. 

Before another word could be spoken, Yunho, San, and Hwa were leaping forward to grab a box each. You simply nodded as your eyebrows went up, having expected this type of reaction.

“Thank you Mingi!” San offers up his gratitude first, before slinging the box open and devouring one of the glazed donuts. They smelled warm still, the bread itself having been puffed up and fluffy looking. 

“What are we thanking Ming– oh.” Dark red hair walked into the room holding a tablet, and you see Jongho watch the scene in surprise.

“You may need to strong-arm them for some, Jjongie. I don’t think they’re gonna give these up too easily.” You smile at the man in his white lab coat and black-rimmed glasses. He huffed out a laugh and nodded in agreement, before walking over to sit in between where Mingi and Yeosang had claimed their seats. He picked a donut out of the box Mingi had in his lap, and before the older could complain, Jongho cocked his head, challenging. The blond immediately closed his mouth before he could say anything to get him in trouble.

“Coming up,” the newscaster’s voice brought your attention back to the TV, as an image of a sea lion popped up on the screen. “Check in with Waldo, the talking sea lion, and see what he has to say to us today. All after the commercial break.” 

Everyone cooed at the short clip of the adorable sea lion that popped up after the newscaster’s image left the screen, staring at the shiny eyes of the animal.

And such was the scene Hongjoong walked into, rubbing a towel through his hair. All of his teammates smiled lovingly at the animal, talking amongst themselves about how they should go visit the sea lion sometime soon when they have a free moment. He grinned brightly watching as you talked animatedly with Wooyoung and, yet again, pushed San over with your powers. When he straightened back up, he gave you a pout, to which you pinched his cheek and cooed again.

Joong was proud of all of you at how far you had come. He was proud of you for how much you had, eventually, opened up to them. From where you had started, standing in the middle of them encircling you, eyes flicking wildly between all of them, to now, joking with them. You were finally comfortable with them, despite the challenges they had faced along the way.

And he knew he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[not-quitenormal]

DVD commentary game:

At that moment, the kitten went to gnawing on Galinda’s index finger lightly. Galinda frowned at the green girl. “But… Elphie, I can’t put him back,” she said quietly. She looked into the kitten’s wide green eyes, her heart once again melting. “I’ve never seen anything so helpless in my life. He was obviously abandoned by his mother—he’s so young. And he must’ve been so terrified being in such an uncomfortable place without anyone to love and care for him. Not to mention the storm could have killed him….” She sighed. “I believe something brought him to me so he could be saved from such an ill fate.”

Jesus. Okay. So. I wrote that fic in June 2007. I was 14.

If you really don't wanna read a DVD commentary, start scrolling now. I am high and unnaturally talkative.

Around that time, to kinda set the stage, I lived with my family in the middle-of-nowhere, Louisiana. (If you look at the map of the state, the GPS marker should look like you shot Bart Simpson in the arm. And YES that is how I learned where my Parish was on a map, thank you.) Three years prior, we had moved back to be closer to extended family. My grandparents (my mom's parents, specificially) owned at least 72 acres of land. They sold 1 of it to my mom for, like, a dollar, and then arranged so that we could move a double-wide trailer in asap. Our properties shared a driveway for the most part, but the only other connecting point was a gate in the back that led to my grandparent's back pasture.

Right outside of the gate was a small barn where my grandparents kept their hay. They had six cows. They also had a really bad problem with feral cats. I had counted about 20 of them when we first moved in. Most of them weren't socialized - they only came around because Nana put dry cat food out on all four porches twice a day. But there were some who allowed us to pet them, and eventually they would come running to greet us whenever they heard the gate latch open. The female cats had their kittens in the hay barn every mating season. The ones who liked us or didn't mind us allowed us near their kittens. The others? Unfortunately, ferals are avoidant by nature, so their babies were abandoned because humans were around. My sister and I learned how to make milk bottles to make up the difference and help the other mothers out.

Three years later. One of that year's batch of kittens, Leo, was my twin's favorite. He was a healthy orange tabby and often got into things he shouldn't. I can't remember who his mom was, but she was new and wasn't very certain of us being around. There was a thunderstorm one night. The details are fuzzy because I was at home while this happened, but when my sister went to go feed the kittens she found Leo caught hanging somewhere outside of the barn, in the rain, and she needed to rescue him. She later came home and begged our parents to let us bring Leo inside. She was denied because we already had a cat and didn't have space for another pet. (Our dad got a dog the next month.)

Something about the way she described it made an idea click for me. Elphaba, book-verse, was neglected by her mother. Elphaba was often put into uncomfortable situations by her father because of her green skin - something I hope Maguire elaborates on in his prequel. And the destructive impact of water? I mean. That speaks for itself. The whole fic was written around this passage specifically, tbh. So if the rest of it feels kinda crusty I apologize lmao.

(I was also just starting to write for the Wicked fandom. Character associations and descriptions are kinda wonky around the 2006-2007 timeframe, but by 2008 I got it locked in. Zero character analysis went into this - I had no idea what that was, lol.)

I will let y'all enjoy your Wendys in peace now.

#friendly anon #max answers asks sometimes

[wack-ashimself]

'Code 46', or as I call it...

"Psychic in the dystopian fascist multicultural future investigates fake passport making, finds the criminal, falls in love with her, frames an innocent man for her crimes, knocks up the criminal 19 years his senior in a one night stand, comes back when his frame job doesn't work, finds out the criminal (cuz she did get some people killed even unintentionally) had a forced abortion AND mind wipe with a virus because they broke code 46 (sharing 50% DNA! She somehow was a clone of his mom...?), then he ditches his completely innocent wife and kid to run off to a shady city with his new love after he breaks her out...the end."

No, not really. The ONLY redeeming part of this shit show was the ending. Everything up to the ending was fucking dumb.

<or the new title: 'Millennium minder reading mother fucker, literally." lmfao>

I'll get to the ending, but this movie was uneasy in a 'who the fuck needed to tell this story?' Like, a dad, happily married (never shows ANY signs otherwise), falls in love with someone, who could be his kid based on age, for a one night stand whom he is attracted to because they share 1/2 the same DNA, because she's a 100% clone of his mom, BUT because she...went thru some shit (they basically say that) she's only 1/2 his mom? WHAT KIND OF FUCKED UP BRAIN NEEDS THIS STORY TO BE TOLD?

You don't understand. I found this by looking for unknown trippy movies. And tho poor ratings, tons of people said this was an 'unknown classic' and a 'great love story.' Tho haters on it said the leads had no chemistry. I would say that they didn't have chemistry AND it's a FUCKED UP LOVE STORY. Like, who gives it all up for a one night stand when he isn't unhappy? Just spur of the moment cheating? I dunno. "They're naturally attracted." HE WAS BORN OF ANOTHER VERSION OF HER VAGINA!

So since I am bitching, I'll say the good parts. Great background and side actors. Set pieces, theme, and shots were perfect. They created a world you genuinely felt surrounded by. There wasn't anything that felt off, ya know? And they had this melting pot of the world. Not just culture, but language. They interwove, smoothly, between so many languages. <And with no captioning because the captions were like 2 minutes further than the movie (never saw anything like it), I had to guess what they were saying, but posture, tone, and facial features actually made me feel like I was learning a few new key phrases in other languages.> And it was consistent with that. Everyone would say the same hellos, goodbyes, and greetings. It was back and forth between one language and another, and not in an unnatural (for the audience) way.

Now back to why it's shit. lol

At the beginning they say 'if you are 25, 50, or 75% DNA match, it is a crime.' So....if we were 77% related, it'd be ok? Why didn't you just say 25% and above? Like, it makes more fucking sense.

They set up this beautiful world (i mean, terrible, but it looked realistic), but never explained a fucking thing. Ever. Why is there worldwide accept fascism? Why clones; I mean, if you monitor who fucks, why are you still cloning? Shouldn't you also be monitoring the cloning more, based on this EXACT situation? How do you control these viruses <it's how he can read minds>? You get extremely limited travel passes; they expire, you're stuck? FOREVER? Like, what? "I'm going for milk honey." Be back in 30 or you're stuck on that side of town for at least a couple weeks...

And they just shrug off how both of the leads are TERRIBLE fucking people. Actually, more the psychic cop than the criminal. The criminal did the passports to help people get to their dreams. People died cuz they didn't prepare for where they were going. Not really her fault. The guy? Cheats, twice. Frames an innocent guy. Lies to everyone. And looks like he EASILY would abandon his kid. For absolutely no god damn reason. His motivations were ALL over the place. Like someone rolling the dice and doing whatever it says. He was inconsistent and selfish. Love story my ass.

So, finally, to my probably 3 people over 5 years that like this, here's the fucking ending that made this shit show decent (cuz I like being surprised, and I was.)

I didn't mention, the female criminal was narrating the whole movie. Never understood exactly how/why. Remember that...

They run. Skeezy hotel. She asks about his family, he tells her, and again shows no fucking remorse like the bitch he is. They try to make love but, WAIT! In addition to wiping her memory, the virus they put in her made her subconsciously NEVER want to have sex with the man who impregnated her again. She fights and squirms like...she's being raped. So....BDSM comes in. I'm fucking serious. Her line? "Make me want to make love to you." UGH. So he ties her up, she screams the whole time, till slowly she just repeats 'I love you.' YOU JUST REMEMBERED HIM! WTF. And you barely knew him before also. Oh and they showed her vagina. Guess I don't look for movies like that, but I swear, I didn't think you could do that rated R. <I thought it was boobs only...but wait, boogie nights showed his dick, right?>

<Anyways, after that, THIS is where I started to like it. And it was funny cuz I saw this moment in the trailer, KNEW it was said, but....didn't put 2 and 2 together.>

Morning. She wakes up like a robot. Marches downstairs. Calls the cops on herself and the man for a code 46 violation, and walks back up to bed and falls asleep. The guy is watching the whole time in shock. Turn out, the virus she was given also forces her to do that after a code 46 (also, WHY not immediately? Why wait till morning?) WHAT!? OMFG! She narc'd on herself! WHAT! Guy spends the rest of his money on a car, and they flee. With the cops hot in tow (in a helicopter, in a desert: they don't have a chance.) They flip the car (tho it was avoidable if they just slowed down for 2 seconds), crash, and are caught.

BUT THAT'S NOT ALL!

Guy is waking up from the accident, criminal narrates that because of his virus to mind read, they think he went haywire. So with other viruses they delete the mind reader virus, delete memories of the girl, and made it look like he solved the case and simply got into a car crash. The WEIRD part of this all? His wife knows EVERYTHING (or at least MOST of it), and just makes out with him and fucks him later at home (which, by the way he touches her, subconsciously, he is still thinking of the criminal). He...he left you and your son.....you're that desperate to get back to what you had? How could you? Cuz, IMO, logically they would let the wife know the basics of the situation if only to make sure those two 'lovebirds' don't ever meet up again. So his wife will forever know what he did; he won't. That's fucked up.

And FINALLY...criminal was banished outside the walls again, but LEFT with her memories (since she can't get into the city). And she was narrating the whole movie cuz the memories of him were the only thing that kept her going...(they, ya know, less than a week they knew each other.)

So that's it.

Worth it, barely, cuz of the special effects, sets, and ending. The rest, including most of Tim Robbins's acting, was kinda like 'well, they got the job done. Not good, but done.'

'Code 46': 5.9/10. <I give these reviews & numbers so you can judge if you wanna watch it>

ps-best part? Hm...can't say fav scene, but most memorable was them, singing terribly, while she's taking a piss. Like...you can't say you see that in every movie. lol Piss singing.

side note: I just think with this universe alone, the fascism, multicultures, and especially those viruses, you could write a whole other fucking movie! I just felt like they ruined their own world with a boring story. Oh, and it's called code 46 cuz of chromosomes. They don't say that in the movie, but I found out while looking into it. Kinda smart.

#movie #movies #movie reviews #code 46 #code46 #spoiler #spoilers

[reikoackerman]

Birthdays

Characters: Levi x Rei (me) feat. Ackerman Juniors and Mama Kuchel

Genre: Modern!au

Warnings: SFW, fluff. Also very self-indulgent as heck hehe.

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: Happy birthday to the husband, the one and only Levi Ackerman 💚 here's my second birthday fic for him!!! There are a few references to my selfship writing and one-shot, and I'll link them here in case anyone is interested in reading them hehe.

And knowing me... there's some kind of humour and suggestive content lol but it's still sfw in general hehe please enjoy!!!

Happy birthday, Levi (Levi x Rei feat. Ackerman Juniors and friends, SFW)

Food play with Levi (Levi x fem!reader, NSFW)

Dance with me (Levi x Rei, SFW with suggestive ending)

Today was Levi's birthday, and the kids, well—Renée—were so excited. Not only was it Levi's birthday, it was also Christmas, meaning that not only their Papa gets presents, they will be getting them too. 

Every year, we would host a birthday dinner at our place with Levi's friends, but this year, we decided to keep it small. With Charlotte's arrival, we just really didn't have the time and ability to host a large birthday dinner and to watch over our four children simultaneously. Levi was totally fine with the idea, happy even, when I told him we weren't asking our friends over this year. 

"Well thank fucking goodness. I never really enjoyed it much anyway," Levi complained to me one night while I was feeding Charlotte, "there's too much noise and too much food." 

"They all mean well, you know. We see Erwin and Mia pretty often, and Farlan and Isabel drop by once every few days too," I gently rubbed Charlotte's back to get her to burp before wearing my pyjamas properly, "but we literally only see Mike, Hange, Moblit, and Nanaba once a year." Walking to Charlotte's cot, I slowly coaxed her to sleep while Levi went to iron his clothes for work tomorrow. 

"I know, but really, I would definitely choose a simple dinner rather than a huge gathering," Levi paused for a short while before letting out a sigh, "remember last year's? When we did that potluck? You were three months pregnant and you had to plan and prepare so many things on top of everything else and you had to pretend you weren't carrying a baby in you and—"

"Shhh, amour," frowning when Levi started nagging, "you're going to wake our angel up." Levi stared at me and let out another sigh before continuing to iron his trousers. Once Charlotte started yawning and fell asleep, I placed her in her cot and hurried over to Levi's side. 

"We'll do a simple dinner this year. Just you and I with the kids and Maman. Okay?" Levi gave me a nod and pecked my cheek before hanging his clothes. 

"Mm. You know I'll love anything you plan and prepare, mon coeur," Levi and I went to wash up and prepare for bed, fluffing the pillows and setting our alarm for the next morning, "can't wait for that day." And with that, I started planning and preparing for Levi's birthday dinner together with my mother-in-law. 

Since Levi and I didn't have to work on Christmas, we went out to the shopping mall at noon while Maman stayed home with the kids to decorate the house and prepare some of the food. Levi and I had a nice time walking along the streets and admiring the sparkling and pretty Christmas decorations outside of the shopping malls. We went to collect the roast turkey and meat I pre-ordered from the grocery store, and we also got some wine and cheese for our cheese board too. Levi even bought jelly beans—Renée's favourite sweet treat. He also bought the boys baby biscuits too.

"You're in a good mood huh, amour," I teased Levi as he took a few bags of tortilla chips and added them into the trolley, "you never liked letting the kids eat anything sweet. You don't even like it when I'm snacking." Levi merely shrugged and walked on ahead. We got a few more things too; some blueberries and strawberries, oatmeal, milk, apples, and honey. We went to the bakery to collect Levi's birthday cakes too. Levi doesn't know yet, but this year, I got him a small dark chocolate fudge cake with 75% cacao, just the bitterness we both loved. It was for the both of us only since we both love dark chocolate. We also got another chocolate banana cake that was meant to be eaten together with the kids and Maman. Once our chores were done, we made our way home. 

Opening the door, we were greeted by the fragrant smell of mushroom soup and truffle fries. We quickly greeted Maman who was in the kitchen and we changed and helped out too. Levi was arranging and preparing the cheese board while I watched over the kids. Before we knew it, it was already 6pm and all the food was ready. I went to feed Charlotte while Levi was preparing the dinner table. As he was helping the boys into their baby seats, everyone was ready and seated by the time I was done feeding Charlotte. 

"Okay, let's eat." Levi smiled and we all started digging into the wonderful dinner prepared by my amazing mother-in-law.

"Mmm," I hummed in delight after eating the truffle fries, "Maman this is absolutely delicious! It's so much nicer than the ones Levi and I had in restaurants." Maman gave us a pleased look.

"Oh, it's nothing, ma douce, I was just testing out your air fryer and it's really good." I giggled and fed Pierre his potatoes and broccoli. He was playing with his food again and I had to stop him before he started throwing carrot sticks into the mushroom soup. Levi was having no issues with Léon who ate everything obediently. He even wanted more chicken cubes and gave us a grin when Pierre was chewing on the broccoli stalk. 

The roast turkey from the supermarket was really fragrant and tasty as well, and the cheese board was really good too. The cheese complimented our wine perfectly, and Renée wanted to be cheeky and have a sip of red wine, to which Levi vehemently denied her from doing so. The tofu salad Maman made was spicy and delicious too. We gave Renée a little bit of the salad to try, and she handled the spice surprisingly well. Levi and Maman were amazed.

"Good girl, ma chérie, you have inherited my superior genes," I laughed as I added more chilli sauce to my tofu salad, "Mama will bring you to eat tom yum with me when you're older." Renée happily laughed and started eating more potatoes. 

Once we were all done, I told Levi to clear and wash the dishes while I went to prepare the cake and candles. Renée went to change into another dress as well. She also took out a party hat from her room and opened up her piano, sitting on the bench and waited for Levi to return. Maman was standing by the light switch while I lit the candles. As soon as Maman gave the signal, she switched off the lights and Renée began playing Levi a birthday song while we sang along. Levi jumped when all he saw was darkness, but that look of confusion was soon replaced with a gentle smile once he saw me holding the cake. 

"Happy birthday, Papa!" Renée happily cheered once we were done singing Levi his birthday song. She ran towards him with the party hat. Once Levi took his seat, Maman switched on the lights and Renée put the hat on Levi's head. I quickly brought the camera over, snapping a few photos of Levi with his birthday cake before the candles melted. 

"Make a wish Papa, and then you can get your present!" Levi obliged and listened to his princess before closing his eyes, pressing his palms together for a few seconds before blowing out the candles. As the candles extinguished, Renée gave Levi her present.

"I made this during my art and craft lesson in school, Papa!" Renée chimed. They were learning about textures in kindergarten and Renée made Levi a birthday card with alphabet pasta, cotton wool, ice cream sticks, old cloth, straws, buttons and the like. Renée also sprinkled glitter over the card, making it really sparkly. Levi took the card with a huge smile on his face. 

"It's beautiful, ma chérie. Thank you."

Next, it was my mother-in-law's gift. Aunty Kuchel took out a few knitted sweaters from a large bag and handed them over to us as well as the kids. Charlotte on the other hand received a beautiful anklet with her Chinese name engraved on a little gold plate. We promised Aunty Kuchel that we would put it on Charlotte when she's a little older. Both mine and Levi's sweaters had a reindeer's face while Renée's and the twins' sweaters had little baby reindeers. 

"Cute," Levi sniggered, putting it on before Aunty Kuchel forced the sweater on him, "must've taken you a long time to finish them, Maman." Aunty Kuchel waved her hand and said it was no big deal. Levi turned around and looked at me expectantly.

"Well, I have two presents for you, but you're only getting one for now," I laughed and walked into our room, coming out with a small box in my hand. I passed it to Levi and he untied the ribbon. Opening the box, Levi looked at me and smiled. I got him a mechanical watch that he'd been eyeing for the longest time. "Like it?"

"Love it," Levi kissed me on the cheek, "you sneaky brat, you bought it without me realising?" Levi took the watch out and put it on his wrist. The colour and design fit him perfectly, and the watch really suited him. Levi took my hand and gave me a light squeeze before taking the watch out and keeping it safely inside the box again. It was time for everyone to have the chocolate banana cake. Picking out the candles, I started to slice the cake for everyone, giving Levi a huge slice. Renée and Maman had their own plate of cake while I fed the twins. Everyone marvelled at how good the cake was, even our princess who was an extremely picky eater. 

Soon, it was time for the Christmas presents. Renée was jumping excitedly, wondering what we got her this year. Levi told Renée to close her eyes. When she opened them, I had a Teddy bear wearing a pink leotard and tutu in my arms. Renée squealed with happiness as she took the stuffed bear from me, thanking us loudly. Levi and I bought Pierre and Léon a huge Shinkansen toy set with railway tracks and new storybooks as well. Then, Levi went to the kitchen and took out a paper bag and he passed it to Aunty Kuchel. She took out the contents inside and gave us a smile. Levi and I got her the Choya Gold Edition because we knew how much she liked drinking umeshu. The box was a beautiful golden yellow decorated with ume flowers, and Aunty Kuchel told us she couldn't wait to try it at home. Once the presents were all given, we all sat by the couch in the living room and finished the remainder of the cake together. 

After a long day, the boys were clean and tugged in their cots. Renée was asleep as well. Maman said she was going out to have drinks with her friends, and Levi and I had the house and time to ourselves. Levi was sitting at the bar counter. He was watching me while I made some simple chocolate fondue in the kitchen. The strawberries and marshmallows were already placed on a plate. 

"You and Maman outdid yourselves today, mon cœur," Levi smiled as I brought the melted chocolate, strawberries, and marshmallows over to the bar counter, "thank you." 

"All I did was order the food. Maman did everything this year." I chuckled as I took out the dark chocolate fudge cake from the fridge. Levi looked surprised. As I took the cake out of the box, Levi smiled seeing the words 'joyeux anniversaire mon amour' written with strawberry cream. 

"So this is my second present?" 

"Mm-hmm," taking the knife, I sliced a large piece of cake and placed it on a plate for Levi, "I ordered it the moment you told me to plan for your birthday since this cake always sells out." Using my finger, I scooped the chocolate fudge stuck on the knife and licked it off. 

"Mmm, delicious," I sliced another cake for myself and dipped a strawberry into the melted chocolate, "c'mon, amour, eat it before the fudge melts." Eating the chocolate-coated strawberry, Levi kept eyeing me with a frown instead of eating the cake. 

"Stop doing it." Levi suddenly snapped as I ate the strawberry with the cake.

"Stop what?" 

"Why do you always use the same old tricks?" 

"What?" I sounded a little more impatient as I dipped a strawberry into the chocolate and stuck it on Levi's slice of cake. Levi suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him, kissing me full on the lips as he had another hand in my hair, cupping my head and bringing me even closer. Levi sucked my lower lip harshly and broke the kiss, his hand was still in my hair. 

"This. Enticing me using the same old shit, Reiko Ackerman…" Levi's voice was a tone lower than usual as he whispered, looking at my now-swollen lips, "strawberries and chocolate again? Stop seducing me like this." I gave Levi a sultry smile before breaking our eye contact. 

"Well, learn to control yourself then, Levi Ackerman," it was my turn to tease Levi as I kept the remaining cake in the fridge and walked him towards our living room. Levi gave me a confused look. "Remember your birthday seven years ago, when we just got married and moved in here?" Levi and I looked at each other as I locked my hands behind his neck while Levi's arms were around my waist. 

"Yeah, of course. We were slow dancing, just like what we're doing now." Levi rubbed his nose against mine and closed his eyes. 

"And you suddenly blurted out saying you wanted us to be parents to human babies," I laughed a little louder, "and I honestly can't believe you actually said it so bluntly, amour." Levi smiled at the memory. 

"I didn't blurt it out 'suddenly'. Everything was leading up to it nicely." Levi commented and I chuckled, pulling Levi closer to me. It seemed so long ago, yet it felt so close to our hearts as well. We looked each other in the eye, slowly dancing around in circles. Has it really been seven years since we got married? Where did all the time go?

"Look at us now, seven years later," Levi pressed a chaste kiss to my forehead, "who would have thought we would have so many kids." 

"Why, having second thoughts?" 

"Tch, 'course not, mon cœur," Levi rolled his eyes again, "I wouldn't give this up for anything. You, Renée, the boys, and Charlotte. You and our children are the best thing that happened to me." Levi gave me another smile as we swayed in synchronised steps. 

"You say the same thing every year." I laughed, recalling what Levi told me on his birthday last year.

"It's the truth." The both of us looked at each other as we stopped in our steps. After a few moments, Levi tightened his hold around me and hugged me close, resting his chin comfortably on my shoulder. We remained in each other's embrace. Suddenly, a wave of emotions started to overwhelm me as I thought about how far Levi and I had come. Damn it, Rei! This isn't the time to get sentimental. I could hear Levi sniffle his nose a little, and I knew he was thinking the same. I quickly blinked away the tears that were dotting my lashline and kissed Levi's cheek. 

"Come on now, amour, let's finish up your birthday cake," I quickly wiped my eyes and gave Levi a small smile, "and then maybe I might give you a third present later." I took Levi's hand and dragged him back into the kitchen before taking out the cake from the fridge again.

"Urgh, the fondue hardened." I complained, bringing the pot to the stove and turning it on. 

"Leave it, mon cœur, we'll just have the cake."

"I want to eat it with the strawberries, amour. Don't waste it." 

"Leave it. Or I'll do something else with the chocolate." I cocked my eyebrow and looked at Levi as he smirked. Coming closer, he switched off the stove and trapped me between his body and the kitchen counter. Levi reached a hand up to my face and slowly stroked my cheek. "So unless you want to smell like chocolate, leave it." I couldn't control my laughter anymore after hearing Levi. 

"Oh my god, amour! Control yourself, you old man," pressing a soft kiss to his lips, I chuckled as I placed my hand on top of his, "you're 35, maintain yourself. We're not having Ackerman number five." Levi rolled his eyes and pulled me towards the bar counter. 

"Which is why I said to leave the fondue and let me enjoy the cake with you, hmm?" Taking his seat, Levi made me sit on his lap and he fed me a slice of cake. I did the same for him as well, showering him with kisses every time I fed him a mouthful of cake. Needless to say, we did end up having and enjoying the chocolate fondue, and of course, the strawberries didn't go to waste. 

#levi x rei #reivi #self indulgent writing

[duckydae]

exo-l tag challenge

so now that exo's coming back to properly celebrate their 10th anniversary, thought i'd send this around so we can have a wee giggle and reminisce

dunno if any of my moots are still active anymore so feel free to do this whether or not you follow me! also feel free to tag me, need some new exo-l blogs to follow as my dash is very exo-less

when did you first learn of exo?

this is really cringy but i first saw exo in twenty-fourteen on a 'youtubers react to k-pop', they were reacting to "overdose" and i kid you not, i was so put off their styling i wanted nothing to do with it. i hated it (and i still bloody do)

and then, a little while later they put out a 'teens react to exo' and i hadn't connected they were the same group. anyways, i saw yixing with that blonde hair and my mind went "that one, i like that one"

so don't let anyone ever tell you a visual is a stupid position

(it was probably a lot to do with the fact the boy i really liked had the same hairstyle)

turns out, my friend at the time was vaguely into them (she was more into super junior & shinee) and we just clicked over that and the rest was history

who was / is your bias?

yixing was my first bias ever, and i vaguely remember bouncing around yixing + luhan but i think like a month in jongdae committed the cardinal sin of a bias wrecker and became the ult bias

don't ask me how, it might have been showtime? but yeah jongdae's been my ult since twenty-fifteen. oh god.

where you team exo-k / exo-m?

i was pretty openly exo-m, because yixing was my bias and would only exclusively listen to their versions of the b-sides, until "the war" and it's funny that jongdae became my bias because i really don't think it was his vocals that sold me on him because i was too busy thinking "i wish lay would get more lines"

now looking back, yeah jongdae (and yixing) were my bias individually but as a collective, i preferred exo-k (also, "candy" and "mirotic" were better than "sorry sorry" + "happiness")

favourite m/v?

"lotto". not my favourite song in the world but the aesthetics, the 'plot', jongdae in the white smashing up that table with a hammer? ugh, love it. jongdae and baekhyun's era.

i love a music video with a plot, i would love to see them do a "now" or "365 fresh" but i don't think my heart could take it lol

honourable mentions: monster & i love 'love shot' probably because its in the same vain as "lotto" if it were less plot, more vibes.

also chanyeol with no shirt and that black leather, ugh.

the music video isn't my favourite, but i love the 'alice in wonderland' aspect of "love me right"

favourite album?

i think it really depends on what day you ask me, also my favourite album isn't always the one i think its their best. i'm really enjoying the obsession album right now but the "love me right (exodus)" is exo's magnum opus and dare i say "lotto (ex'act)" is the best sequel since shrek two.

but i really didn't like "love shot (don't mess up my tempo)" and it killed me inside but i only liked two of the b-sides

top ten tracks?

exodus

heaven

thunder

my lady

forever

cosmic railway

white noise

hurt

christmas day

fall

favourite soloist / subunit?

unit is absolutely exo-cbx. their "hey mama" mini-album is a no-skip album, their second mini wasn't really for me but "vroom vroom" is amazing also jongdae's "watch out" is brill but i can't listen to it without remembering him decking it on stage

that said, i still mourn the concept of chenbaeksoo unit and i'm still really disappointed sment didn't milk the shit out of that trio like kry or tts before them

favourite performance?

it feels a bit cliche to say the "wolf (remix)", the olympics or "artificial love" so i think i'll have to go with twenty-fifteen's mama set it was fantastic, show stopping and a bit chaotic

but shout-out to baek's "monster" in tokyo dome. y'all baby exo-l missed out on the shitstorm that was tumblr / twitter.

also, not a 'favourite' but cbx in "run this" at the golden disk awards being visibly pissed-off and screaming into their mics because of the "lip-sync" rumor

your exo hot take?

not an unpopular "hot take" but i know folk get stick for it

i really dislike superm, like seriously. i really dislike sm's management of it. sm had a perfectly good group to go up against bts on a global stage and they screwed it up. they weren't rookies like most of nct, they weren't too "out there" like shinee and the less said about suju the better.

also, they're a 'global group' yet all their best songs are mostly korean.

but they squandered it, they prioritised the nct brand both with the group itself and superm and tacked exo + taemin into their daft group to make older fans give a shit and they took away exo's chance at their final ot8/9 comeback before enlistment.

also, whilst it was for the better, kris leaving exo really stilted their international growth as a unit and individuals, honestly just the china line generally as they are collectively a lot stronger in their english as opposed to the korean members

showtime, ladder or arcade?

overall, ladder but i love showtime, especially episode eleven. i think that's when i first thought "hey that really fucking loud guy is pretty cute"

collab you'd like to see (western + k-pop)?

in regards to sm, i would love to see taeyeon, wendy, kyungsoo and jongdae take a shot at either a jazz or r'n'b collab track.

k-pop generally, baekyeol + dreamcatcher

western, bruno mars & kyungsoo

what would you like for exo to do next?

sm please! give me an english version of their title! almost everyone else at sm has one! hell, there was literally an english version of "the eve"!

but also, royalty concept (they've bloody earned it and exo-l's can't keep suggesting it every comeback)

but personally, it'd love to see a twenties or thirties "great gatsby" concept

funniest exo moments(s)?

"say hey!" that entire performance is a disaster, baek getting interrupted, then spooked by a pyro and finally jongdae decking it in the dance break of "growl"

the water fight during exoluxion

jongdae's outbrust at sehun on knowing bros

exomentary's bowling episode (rip chanyeol)

sehun and the beluga whale

the exo-l screaming "yah baekhyun!"

jongdae scaring the shit out of doni on weekly idol (deserved)

everyone yelling that baekhyun picked 'i got a boy' and not ‘gee’ like a normal person (personally luhan made the best choice)

baek, tao and luhan's haunted house run

heechul's various impressions of kyungsoo on knowing bros

favourite line?

chingu, we never get to see them anymore but they (especially the beagles) were always tied to the hip, that said i've defo gone soft for the maknae line

who's the traitor? is there one?

kris it's absolutely jongdae. i know folk think it's baekhyun but or chanyeol but after "lotto", i feel like that rules out chanyeol and baekhyun after "monster".

jongdae seems to be doing the opposite to everyone in these music videos whilst still being 'apart of it'

like: the white shirt in "lotto", standing at the 'last supper', the cameras in obsession, the smashing of their earnings in "lotto" the 'no fucks given attitude' when the swat shows up, unlike the rest of the group

favourite pathcode?

baekhyun, its so pretty but i also love sehun's as a resident scot

favourite cursed moment(s)?

"my name is baekhyun, but you can call me bacon" stfu bake-hun

suho meeting jedward

chanyeol's nick mask

exo: next door (side note: why was exo-m + jongin just not in the show?)

baekhyun's 'best looking' ranking on weekly idol

"wolf" demo

who's "baby-girl" are you picking?

kyungsoo's in "call me baby" but shout-out to jongdae's underrated one in "juliet"

favourite exo collab?

i've got a few, probably "lil' something" with jongdae & heize or his collab with ailee

it kills me that taeyeon was unwell whilst singing with jongdae also, chanyeol's collab with far east movement

favourite cover?

vocal line + sehun's "why so serious"

exo & yuna kim's "happiness" (vocal line sound brill in this)

sunday morning

#exo #jongin #baekhyun #chanyeol #kyungsoo #junmyeon #sehun #jongdae #minseok #yixing #kai #chen #suho #lay #xiumin #my posts

[the-iron-orchid]

Rimworld: Arcana, Part 9: This Is Total Sausage Festival

The funny hats stay ON when they fuq

These transport pods seem really unreliable tbh

(’Banished’ is a backstory, Garry here was not banished from his present faction!)

We could leave him to die with no real penalties, but this is an opportunity to build goodwill with our neighbors. I just hope he doesn’t decide to join, because we don’t have the technology to fix his infirmities quite yet and we definitely do not have Royal Jelly, so he is going to go into withdrawal at some point.

Saved by the dashing doctor lmao

This whole area opened up while Tsedi was mining! It’s a good thing we found this now, or it would have been a massive weakness when Sappers start appearing in raids, We need to reinforce that lower area and place some defenses.

Dammit, Garry. It’s fine, Dr Devorak is on the case... they have not yet had the time or materials to make a fully sterile hospital room, so this remains a risk.

Tsedi is suddenly possessed by the spirit of Party Cat.

The colonists have been dodging lightning bolts this entire quadrum thanks to the forced weather. It finally catches up with Jinana, who gets a minor burn when the lightning starts a fire right freakin next to hir.

Meanwhile, Tsedi and Julian put paid to the cougar that was stalking Tsedi while he was just trying to haul some fruit. Predators get bolder when the season gets colder - prey animals start to leave the map, plus we’ve been hunting a lot of them ourselves to provision for the winter!

Garry has recovered from his injury and infection, freeing up a medical bed...

And garnering us significant goodwill with his faction.

Meanwhile, a whole-ass shuttle with 5 people in it crashes directly in our front yard, narrowly missing Lucio’s pen. Why is travel so damned hazardous around here, anyway?

We rescue the three who are still alive, stashing them in spare beds (you can see that poor Holster there is just on a designated spot on the floor until we can build another bed). Roomba has come to visit them!

“Ah, and there’s your nurse.” (A massive arctic wolf comes into the room, wearing a little nurse hat)

Yet another transport pod crash brings Sean the Seagull, who has apparently survived being shot at in the past, as well as this crash. In fact, he immediately got up and started wandering around, so... you do you, I guess.

And that makes seven colonists now, six of them sausage-bearing. The place is filthy from all the foot traffic bringing in dirt from outside, so Holster immediately gets set to cleaning. (Turns out he can cook and craft decently, so he’s actually not too bad as colonists go...)

We could banish colonists who join up this way, but it will cause a fairly long-lasting negative thought for all of those who remain. Because of that, I usually only banish colonists who will actively cause greater problems (traits that cause a lot of social friction, pawns who can’t pull their weight at all due to having too many work types turned off by their background, etc.)

Meanwhile, Dr Devorak really is here to cure their boredom! :D He’s researching more forms of recreation for the colony, because horseshoes and chess just aren’t cutting it

Dun dunnnn dunnnnnnnnnnnnnn 🐿

(It spooked Turel, but then he took care of it lmao)

Somehow, Jinana tamed a pygmy muffalo. Sadly, it is a male, so no milk, but he will produce a nice warm wool, and also he is adorable! What should we name him?

Seanathan Seagull, who has been kind of trapped in the lower perimeter due to reviving immediately after his crash, decided to try and make a meal of Slim. Slim wisely fled for the latrine, locking the gull outside.

And Tsedi once again puts a stop to this - Sean the Seagull is no longer a Problem, he’s dinner. Them’s the breaks on the Rim, babey

Szilard is suffering a great deal from Go-Juice withdrawal. Julian prescribes some dank kush to take the edge off, which for some reason also requires stripping Szilard naked. (Probably because it’s considered an ‘operation’ to smoke him out, but lol)

Szilard has the Chemical Fascination trait, so on top of the usual mood buff from being stoned, he gets an extra little boost because he just rly loves drugs ok. OTOH, going too long without taking any drugs at all will sour his mood a bit. He has up to 23 more days of Paralytic Abasia, with a 1% chance each day of spontaneously recovering.

We’ve expanded the pen to make room for tiny unnamed muffalo friend!

And we finish off these crash-tastic few days with Turel apparently standing on Julian’s shoulders, and two new card games for everyone to play in the dining room! (That would be a game of One, and a ‘Sorcery, the Assembly’ deck. You have to imagine Julian researching the specs and rules, and then Turel and Heron painstakingly crafting the cards...)

Anyway, it’d be great if things could stop crashing directly on us, thx (Watch a fucken Space Battle happen next lmao)

Next time: oh god plz make the forced weather finally stop we hate it so much hghghgghghhghghh

#Jenjamin plays Rimworld #animal death cw (but not ours) #drugs cw (as always)

[roadkiii]

Entry 1.4.7-2 - The Long Grind

Welcome to my blog. I’m not tagging anything but entry #, so sorry if my unrelated mess somehow ends up in your search.

There are so many features I'm excited for, I think I'll also add a couple of planned intermissions waaayy down the line just for me to look at and look forward to. Life stress is getting to me, but I want this world to be my kind of happy place so that A) I continue to work on it, but more importantly B) I'm doing something productive (to me anyway) with my time and not doomscrolling. If I'm going to stare at a screen for several hours straight I'd much rather give myself the space to think for myself and the opportunity for a creative outlet than mindlessly swapping between tumblr and youtube to idly kill time.

I'm also excited to build little lore tidbits into this world, I just had a creeper explode and reveal this cave to me, I might just dig around and make this into some kind of excavation site when bone blocks are added.

I kind of like the idea of a crater-ridden desert (who knows, some future update may change it into something else anyway) and I could probably do some cool fossils, they'd be massive. maybe just partially exposed sometimes in the sand.

AH MY BELOVED [I AM ACTIVELY BEING SHOT]

???? what genie magic have I activated can i please just get mellohi--

Also side note, I've been messing around on a creative world and I think if I just eat a gapple and get Smite V I really only need like two Healing II potions and a bucket of milk and I could probably kill the wither more than 3 times. The reason I think this is so doable is because I've been building the wither with the obsidian end pillars. The wither typically doesn't get very far so a bow isn't even needed.

[Pic from creative world] I'm basically getting more obsidian AND a star. plus I think I read that the pillars regenerate when you respawn the dragon later. Though maybe that won't happen here. I'll have to see.

I need more EXP to try for Smite since I already enchanted my bow (Power IV BD I'm okay with it tbh) and I still want carrots, so I'll create a zombie exp farm. I'm following this tutorial so I hope it'll still work.

Okay, seems functional. I do hear thunder though, so I'm a little nervous about what's happening on the surface.

I couldn't quite follow the instructions of his tutorial since soul sand doesn't exist yet, but I got lucky with my bedrock and they fall to 22 blocks right here. This will be so fucking nice. As I sit and idle though, the zombie sounds make me so anxious while I'm looking away from the screen lol

I'm hoping to get a full set of chainmail at some point as well, so this should be helpful.

One annoying part of this grinder is that I keep having to run back and forth, if I sit at the bottom and wait I think I'm out of the function distance for the spawner. I'm also not certain how many zombies I can have at a time down there, I see the number 24 thrown around a lot, but I don't know if that's a recent update. I do have two carrots though, so I guess I'll run up and plant those, maybe use some bonemeal (before that gets nerfed in 1.5 (or maybe I'll just wait until i hit 30 xp)

gdi again with the sharpness >:/ I'm happy to have looting now but this may take A While. I'd take Smite III at this point, but all I ever seem to get is sharpness.

okay I guess I can consider the farm done, the pigs and cows haven't been escaping from their pens so I'm not focused on getting [edit from months in the future: this was just left incomplete. dont work on your projects high kids.]

Now I guess I need to start putting this sword to use and get some skulls so I can actually summon the wither.

FUCK

Okay. I got Very lucky, none of my enchanted tools or the single skull I have fell. I'm going to take a break because that wasn't good for my blood pressure.

I think I'm genuinely going to need to grind for a while, so [letsgameitout voice] hold please

next (1.4.7-3)

#1.4.7 pt2

[survey--s]

345.

What was the last liquid that you choked on? A can of Appletiser. How many times did you wake up today before actually getting up? About three lol. I had such a good night’s sleep last night - I fell asleep around 10.30 last night and slept straight through until half seven, then dozed on and off and until about 9-ish. What breed was the last dog you saw? Beagle. Archie just jumped up next to me actually - he wanted me to put him under his blanket lol.

When you sign your name do you use your middle name? No. Just my first initial and surname.

Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower? Outside of the shower.

Describe the last place you went farther than one mile from your house? It’s just my riding stables. There’s stabling for ten horses, an outdoor arena, several acres of fields, plus goats and chickens, then there’s also a decent sized tack room, a barn and a small office. The yard near the arena has a picnic table and enough space for several horse boxes lol. There’s normally a spaniel hanging around somewhere too.

Who did you celebrate your last birthday with? My mum and I went out for lunch on the day as Mike had to work, and then Mike and I had a day out shopping etc. about ten days later.

Do you have anything important to do today? Nope, today is the ultimate lazy day. I slept in, did some housework, had a shower and all I’ve done since is laze on the sofa and watch Disney films lol.

Was your last kiss initiated by you or the other person? I don’t remember.

What appliance in your house had a light bulb burn out last? Uh, one of my sets of fairy lights died a while ago. The bulbs were fine but apparently one of the cats had been chewing the cable lol.

Do you buy a ton of things at the store at once or just for that day? I tend to shop every 5 days or so? I find a week is just a bit too long to shop for as stuff starts expiring, plus we don’t have a huge amount of storage space.

What did you last eat that required milk? I had coffee with milk this morning, otherwise it was a bowl of cereal a couple of days ago.

What brand of clothing dominates your wardrobe? Fat Face and George. When getting dressed do you put your pants or shirt on first? Normally bottoms as it gives my deodorant a chance to dry properly. What color was the last thing you ate? Like a beige colour.

When you kiss a person where do your hands usually go? Around their neck or waist.

When drinking hard alcohol do you take shots more or make mixed drinks? I can’t even remember the last time I had hard liquor lol, but generally I have cocktails or mixers. I’ve never been a fan of shots unless they’re the fancy mixed ones.

What is one song you listen to that you’re sure not many people do? I really don’t know what other people listen to, tbh.

Have you ever woken up next to someone after a night of drinking? Sure, but I always knew who they were lol.

Have you wore shorts or pants more in the past seven days? Leggings.

Have you ever been told you’ve punched someone in your sleep? Yeah. Not like, a full-on punch but I’ve accidentally kicked, hit and elbowed people in my sleep before.

Do you use a handrail on stairs if there is one? Only if my back is playing up.

What was the last thing you saw that made you smile? Toby snuggling up on my feet.

What is your favorite drinking game? Meh, none of them really appeal to me.

Do you have any tattoos that you don’t like anymore? No.

What was the last thing you sat on? I’m currently curled up on the sofa under a blanket.

Who was the last person to sleep in your bed? Uh, me probably. Mike’s up there now but I think he’s awake.

Do you have a shower curtain or door? It has a door.

When can you legally go to an American bar? I’ve been able to go for 12 years now but I’ve never been to America.

If a bug is in your car, do you kill it or try to push it out your window? I normally try and let them out. Does your mail go to a P.O Box or to a mailbox at your house? It goes through the letterbox in the front door.

Is there laundry in your room that could be done? No, I did a load yesterday. Who was the last person from your high school graduating class you saw? Uhhh, wow. Good question lol. I’m not really in touch with any of them. The last person I saw from where I grew up was Tom, though. He was working up here and we went out for dinner and a drink a couple of summers ago.

#survey #surveys

[bubbledumbbinch]

I really like your smut writing! So can I please request some spicy headcanons for Floyd, Epel, Riddle and Idia with a fem s!o who surprises them by sending a nudes? How would they react? Thank you^^

Aaa thank you so much!!! I’m p new to this writing/requests thing so I’m really glad you like it! :’)

Warnings: light degradation on Riddle’s part

A/N: this piece of writing is purely 18+. Minors do not interact

NSFW below the cut

Floyd Leech x Fem!Reader

You and Floyd are practically inseparable. You spend so much time together that you feel so sad and empty when he’s gone doing something else!

So when Floyd has work at the lounge or basketball practice, who can blame you when you say you felt a bit lonely? You decide to send your lovely eel boyfriend some photos back in your bedroom while you’re alone.

The body parts you decide to send photos of are your breasts and ass, specifically the parts Floyd loves to squeeze! Well, he loves to squeeze all of you, but he favors those because you make some really cute noises when he does it!

Floyd would take one look at his cell phone, immediately drop everything he’s doing and come find you. If he was working at the lounge then he would drop his tray. If he were at basketball practice he would just straight up leave. His stuff would still be there LOL.

He would definitely be rough with you (as if he isn’t normally) and remove any clothing you had on, if you still had any on, and fuck you multiple times for sending those photos to him while he was away! Don’t you know how much he missed you already?

Floyd pays special attention to use his hands to squeeze your breasts, nipples, or ass with his fingers while he’s ramming his cock deep in your cunt, his head kissing your cervix with each thrust.

It hadn’t even been 3 minutes after you clicked ‘send’ on those photos for Floyd. He didn’t even respond to you, which had you feeling a bit sad. Usually he replied within the minute! You covered your naked form up loosely with the white sheet, which accentuated your body shape even while draped with it.

“Shrimpyyy~” an eerily sweet voice called out in the hallways leading up to your room, leaving you with goosebumps. Suddenly your door burst open and Floyd was standing there, obvious tent in his pants.

“Hi Floyd…” you called out to him. Floyd’s eyes widened and his smile grew large. “You look like a siren Shrimpy…. you’re making me wanna squeeeeze you~” The eel merman closed the distance between you and ripped the sheet off your body, exposing you completely.

Epel Felmier x Fem!Reader

Epel would probably be busy with Vil, learning how to use some new product Vil was promoting soon.

Epel hears a ding on his phone saying you texted him but ignores it since Vil is trying to lecture him. He will definitely get back to you soon! If it was urgent you would call him.

Once Vil is finished with him, Epel finally returns to his room, and opens your text. He definitely doesn’t expect to see you scantily clad in a lavender set of lingerie!!!

Y/N: “Hey my favorite farmboy~ I know you’re probably busy right now but I bought this while I was thinking about you. I’m getting hungry, and I would love to have an apple in my mouth right now. Come over soon~”

Epel gulps down and feels his cock starting to harden in his pants. A part of him just wants to video call you and have phone sex but another part of him wants to ravage you in person!

He would definitely be happy he opened that text in his room!!! Vil didn’t need to see Epel getting so worked up over this.

“I’m on my way now.” He sends the text quickly.

Epel would remove any bits of makeup on his face before heading over to your dorm, bringing over some snacks. Beads of sweat were already starting to build on his face as he enters and heads toward your room.

When he finally gets there, he’s sweet at first when it comes to foreplay and kisses, but you want to see his real side and he wants to show it to you too! Epel would roughly slap your ass and fuck you doggystyle, while you’re screaming out his name, lingerie thrown on the floor along with his own clothes.

“Y/N..?” Epel knocks on your door and opens it, peeking around to see you in bed. “Come here, Epel. I’ve been waiting for a while now, and I want to see how well this set matches with your hair, preferably with your head between my legs~?” You finally used your pointer finger to beckon for him to come closer, in which he quickly did. The boy didn’t hide the way his eyebrows quirked in determination as he smiled eagerly. He knelt down and pulled your panties off, shoving his tongue into your leaking hole.

Riddle Rosehearts x Fem!Reader

Riddle was a changed person after his incident when you were still a new student. You grew to love him and it ultimately led to you two being in a relationship!

Riddle was always very gentle with you when it came to being intimate, you often wanted him to be a bit rougher with you but he said “it wouldn’t be chivalrous”.

You decide to take matters into your own hands by building up tension - you start breaking rules here and there. Riddle would forgive you at first but once he noticed how often you did it, his face would turn red and his voice would raise, yet he still forgave you!

You decide to send a photo of yourself in his bedroom, dressed in a red babydoll lingerie set, your body spread out on his sheets. If you’re bold, you also take pictures with his crown atop your head, showing off the way your nipples perked in the set.

Y/N: “Riddle my dear~, I’ve been so bad. You know it, and I know it. Why don’t you come over here and punish me?”

This was the final straw - your punishment starts now. He’s forgiven your rule breaking so easily because he had a soft spot for you! But you knew this whole time you were breaking rules?!

Riddle storms in a few minutes after sending you many texts in all caps. Once he really sees you sprawled out so seductively on his bed, he can’t help but let his face go red as he swallows a lump in his throat.

His mixture of anger and arousal showed quite freely when he was fucking you into his bed, spewing light degradations towards you while teasing you for being such a whore.

Riddle hikes your leg up onto his shoulder, using it as a leverage to hit a new angle inside your already abused cunt. “So, you really were trying to break those rules on purpose, my rose?” Riddle panted while smirking down at your squealing form. “And then you come into my room while I’m not here, pose so lewdly on my bed, wearing that? I guess you are a dirty slut.” Riddle chuckled darkly, still fucking against your pussy. His grip on your leg tightened. “Say it. Tell me you’re a dirty slut, and maybe I’ll consider forgiving you…”

Idia Shroud x Fem!Reader

Idia… this guy lives his life digitally, he likes texting you frequently, and sometimes he still gets nervous seeing you in person, as your boyfriend!

One day he wasn’t texting you back, which had to mean he was PROBABLY busy gaming.

You decide to surprise him by getting into a cosplay of a character that you both liked. The costume was already a bit revealing but you decided to take it to the next level by sending upskirt pictures that accentuated your butt, and even shots of your panties being soaked under the skirt!

When Idia opened his texts, the photos of you flooded his screen and he screeched, shutting it off before Ortho could wonder what was wrong! “O-Ortho, could you please patrol the hallways right now? I just f-found out I have to do something. A-and,” the blue haired boy stuttered. “Feel free to start up conversations with the dorm members, for as long as you want, okay?” Ortho of course happily agreed and practically flew out of the room.

I can see Idia either calling you to come over or he would want to video call you and watch you bring yourself to orgasm.

Seeing you in those clothes though, I would imagine him reaalllyy wanting you to come over, though.

Idia called your phone and you could hear his shaky breath starting to talk. “Y-Y/N, could you nnh- come over, please? And, m-maybe wear a jacket over yourself, I want to see you wearing that outfit here, please…”

Once you get to Idia’s room, he pulls you eagerly in an embrace, and you feel his hard cock poking your stomach through his pants.

Idia loves to watch you bounce on his cock while you’re wearing the same exact cosplay in the photos!

“Aanh- Y/N-shi…” Idia covered his face with the sleeve of his shirt. His cheeks were radiating heat and his eyes were glazed over with pleasure. The skirt you wore was hiked up to your waist, shirt on the floor along with your bra. “Mm, Idia~ it feels so good, I’m so haaah, so close..!” You could only whimper out, feeling yourself clench around his cock. “C-cumming!!” He pulled you down into a kiss in which you both moaned into as you milked his hot cum into your greedy hole.

#idia shroud x reader #floyd leech #idia shroud #riddle rosehearts #epel felmier #epel felmier x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #floyd leech x reader #twst smut #twisted wonderland smut #twst headcanons

[pies-writes-and-more]

Karasuno boys when you wander away

Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Dachi Sawamura, Asahi Azumane, & Kageyama Tobio, all with a Fem!Reader

Warnings: probably some swearing but nothing besides that :) 

A/N: So this is somewhat based on my IRL relationship haha. I’m very bad with just walking away or getting distracted by something and always worry my partner xD thought it would make for some cute headcanons! Let me know if you’d like more!

Haikyuu Masterlist

Tsukishima had only looked away for a moment. He walked towards a fresh fruit stand, glancing at the peaches and wondering if you wanted one to snack on on the way home. He glanced back and his lips parted to ask you, but you were no where to be seen.

His lips turned into a frown, trying not to give into that small moment of panic as his eyes scanned the outside market. You were no where to be found nearby. His heart pulsed harder against his chest as his mind reminded him of that news story of girls going missing in public places. Tsukishima pushed through people, giving half-assed apologies as he thought about you being dragged away and no one noticing. How had he not noticed? How would he find you? What should he do now?

His heart raced as he continued to look for you, giving out a small yelp when he felt someone grab his hand.

“Tsukki?” You were suddenly next to him, smiling innocently up at him. “Are you okay?”

The rush of relief that came with seeing you next to him was followed with frustration. “Idiot! Where did you wander off to?” He scolded, his hand tightening on yours.

“There was a puppy,” you admitted with slight embarrassment, smiling shyly. “I just gave him a couple of pats - he looked so lonely. Everyone was ignoring him,” you explained, nodding towards an older man who was dozing off on a bench. He had a leash in his hand and a large dog sat next to his feet, eagerly watching people was if begging for someone to pet him.

Tsukishima shook his head in disbelief, “You scared me for a dog? Moron,” he grumbled, pulling you further into the market. He didn’t want to be in such a big crowd right now.

You giggled, trying not to note the redness in his ears, “Aw I’m sorry Tsukki, I didn’t mean to scare you.” You tugged on his arm gently, trying to give him an apologetic smile but he kept looking away from you.

“Whatever, get yourself lost for all I care,” he pouted slightly and you tried your best not to laugh at how such a tall boy could act like a 4 year old.

“I’ll stay with you, promise. Won’t ever leave your side!” you insisted, clutching his arm and beaming up at him.

Tsukishima glanced at your smile, noticing it looked... almost playful? “What?” He raised an eyebrow, already knowing he wasn’t going to like the answer.

“You care about me,” you teased, reaching up to poke his nose playfully. “You were worried about me because you careeee about me.” You had expected him to pull his arm away, stomp off until you apologized for making fun of him.

But instead he just rolled his eyes, flicking your forehead gently, “Maybe just a bit.”

That surprised you just a little, your heart skipping a beat or two in response, “I am sorry, Tsukki, I didn’t think I went off that far. It just got really crowded,” you told him sincerely, squeezing his hand gently. “But lucky for me! You’re so tall so it’s easy to find you!”

Tsukishima scoffed some more but blushed anyways, feeling now like he had overreacted, “Whatever. You’re buying me a snack to make it up to me, idiot.”

“Mmkay!” You beamed, the two of you roaming the market together. Tsukishima pretended like he had completely forgotten the whole thing, but you noticed that he never let go of your hand that easily after that. And he always kept you close in crowded areas.

So yeah, maybe Tsukishima Kei really did care for you.

Daichi is a calm cool collected dude. Calm. Cool. Collected. It was as if he was chanting these words in his brain, eyes frantically trying to find you. CALM COOL COLLECTED, he desperately tried to remind himself. Everything is FINE.

But that still didn’t answer the question: where the hell could you have gone off to?

It was one of the first big matches that Daichi ever invited you too and the crowds were 10x bigger than anything you’ve been to. Daichi’s whole body trembled with the idea that you were completely lost and waiting for him to find you.

“I’m sure she’s alright, Daichi! Y/N’s probably just exploring,” Asahi clapped a hand onto his friend’s shoulder, though Daichi could tell he was nervous too.

“Stop being such worry-bums,” Suga insisted, smacking both of their arms. “Y/N can be as scary as the rest of us! No one would pick on her!”

You were fully capable of dealing with things yourself, Daichi knew this. But he felt a surge of protective energy anytime he felt you needed him. “I’ll be right back,” he mumbled to his friends, his feet quickly running around the gyms to try and catch a glimpse of you.

“Daichi!” Your voice made his eyes widen, darting around to try to find you. Suddenly, he was attacked with a full on jump hug, staggering backwards to keep them upright.

“Y-Y/N! Where’ve you been?” Daichi asked with a laugh, holding you tightly and trying to avoid showing you how nervous he was.

“Coach Ukai told me Hinata left his shoes in the bus so I went to grab it before the game! Shimizu-san and Yachi were both busy so I wanted to help!” You explained, smiling up at him while holding the little bag up for him to see. Your eyes flickered over Daichi’s for a moment, noting the slight blush on his cheeks and the way he couldn’t fully meet your gaze. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle, your lips turning into a little smirk, “Were you worried about me, Daichi?” You teased and laughed as his face turned even more red.

“Well I can’t win without my lucky charm on the stands,” he chuckled, ruffling your hair.

“Oh and I just thought you liked me,” Y/N shot back with a laugh. “Didn’t know it was just cause of your game.”

You turned on your heel, starting to walk back to the gym, Daichi following while stammering out a, “I-I do liked you!” He tried to laugh off his nerves, rubbing the back of his neck as he gave you a smile, “Don’t make me all nervous before a game, love!”

You two shared some more laughs as everyone warmed up, and just before you headed to the stands, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Daichi tried to play it off cool but he was wobbly the whole walk towards the team and the group of boys just laughed, all slapping his back in pride. 

Unlike the Cap’n, Asahi is not calm, cool, or collected. I mean I think he’s cool but not in this sense LOL.

Asahi and you decided to have a picnic for lunch in a nearby park. But while he was setting up, you magically disappeared and Asahi felt all of his panic just intensify.

Did you? Leave him? To be on his own? Was this your way of breaking up with him?

No, Asahi tried to convince himself, you loved him. You guys had been together for almost a year now, that’s not how you’d end thins... is it?

Maybe you got lost? Did Asahi walk a little too fast to this spot? He knew sometimes you had a hard time keeping up with his long legs but he thought you had been holding his hand this whole time.

His eyes scanned the somewhat busy park. He couldn’t find you anywhere. His heart was starting to beat way too fast and his fingers were shaking while he tried to text the other third years to ask what the hell he should do.

Suga: LOL knowing Y/N she probably saw some cute chipmunk or something and stopped to take a photo of it

Daichi: don’t worry, Asahi, she’ll probably find you soon - you’re this gigantic dude in a park. I doubt she’d lose you

That didn’t help. Now Asahi was noticing how parents and kids were specifically avoiding him. His bottom lip pouted as he wondered just what he could do to seem less intimidating. Should he sit down? No, what if you were trying to see him? Sitting would only make it harder!

Just as he was considering climbing up the nearby tree to see the park from a higher distance, you popped out from some nearby bushes, holding a few wildflowers.

“Asahi?” You blinked in surprise, finding him trying to find a foothold on the tree. “Are we... eating in the tree?”

“Y/N!” The poor boy almost knocked his head on the tree when he turned around to see you, eyes widening. He immediately ran over to you and twirled you around in a hug, “God, you scared me!” 

You quickly apologized profusely seeing how nervous he was, “I’m sorry, Asahi! I saw some pretty flowers over there and thought maybe it would be nice to decorate our tablecloth with!” You kiss his nose and cheeks over and over again trying to get him to calm down (but really that’s just making him more flustered).

The two of you share a gorgeous meal together, and you spend the rest of the day with his head in your lap and you braiding his hair, intertwining some of the flowers you found. The two of you talked about everything and anything and Asahi made sure from that day forward, he could always spot you. Any time you guys weren’t holding hands or standing next to each other, everyone noticed that Asahi’s eyes would dart over to you every now and then, whether consciously or unconsciously. 

When he got home that night, he pressed the flowers you put in his hair in a book and kept them as a keepsake. And then gave them to you in a gift for your anniversary later.

Kageyama would start feeling panic and wouldn’t even know why. The game was starting soon and something just didn’t feel right. His muscles? No… he felt in tiptop shape. He stretched a little extra today too to make sure he wasn’t feeling stiff. His stomach? No, he made sure to have some food and milk a little earlier. And he wasn’t feeling nauseous so it couldn’t be that. His hands? No, they felt perfect in fact. He was so excited for this game earlier, he had felt the anticipation running to his fingers to just set the perfect ball. So why was he feeling so uncomfortable?

His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to think about what was making him feel different. His eyes scanned the crowd unconsciously before realizing what it was.

You weren’t standing up there with the rest of the Karasuno fans.

Where the hell were you?

His feet moved towards the gym doors before Ukai yelled at him, “Where the hell do you think you’re going, Kageyama? The game is staring soon!”

Kageyama’s eyes widened, noting the whole team watching him curiously. Why did Kageyama seem so nervous? He never seemed nervous.

“Don’t worry, Kageyama, with my spikes better than ever, we’re definitely going to win!” Hinata grinned, trying to lighten the tense air in the team.

“I’m not worried, just don’t be stupid on the court,” Kageyama replied, shrugging it off. But his eyes still scanned the stands. Where were you? You had said hello to the whole and wished Kageyama luck just a few minutes ago? So how come you weren’t standing up there with Coach’s friends and Yachi?

The whistle blew to indicate the game starting and Kageyama felt his stomach turn. Why was he feeling like this? You were probably fine so what did it matter?

You had been buying some milk from the nearby vending machines to make sure that Kageyama had some after his game. You knew that he had accidentally finished all the ones he had packed earlier and had been kinda crabby about it so you thought maybe it would cheer him up. You had stood in line for the vending machine for what felt like forever but it was all worth it knowing that you could throw the milk boxes into your lunch bag to keep them cool. Knowing Kageyama would be excited about it made you really happy.

As you walked back towards the gym, you could hear cheering. Your eyes widened as you realized that the game had already started and you ran towards the stands.

“Y/N! There you are!” Yachi’s smile looked oddly nervous. Not that she wasn’t normally nervous at these games, but this one seemed different. “I think something’s wrong with Kageyama.”

Your eyes shot down to the court, seeing how stiff Kageyama looked next to everyone else. They were patting him on the back, yelling “We’ll get the next one!” and Noya screaming, “BRING IT ON!”

“He was looking for you in the stands earlier I think,” Yachi told you with a small giggle, “He looked really nervous when he couldn’t see you.”

Your heart swelled slightly, wondering if Kageyama was off his game because he hadn’t been able to see you. “Kageyama!!” You yelled from the stands, cupping your hands around your mouth. The dark haired boy’s head shot up to look at you, a sense of relief growing on his face. “You can do it!!” You screamed some more, the people on the stands behind you yelling in support.

Even from far away, you could see his lips turn upward in a smile.

Alright, you both thought to yourself. Now we can get started.

#tsukishima kei x reader #daichi sawamura x reader #asahi azumane x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu fluff #tsukishima x you #daichi x y/n #azumane asahi x reader #asahi x reader #kageyama x reader #kageyama x y/n #kageyama x you #daichi x you #asahi x you #asahi x y/n #haikyu x y/n #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu headcanons #karasuno x reader #karasuno x y/n

[b0ther]

could you do a jean x reader nsfw? amab preferably and any pronouns

casually

you and jean make a deal.

pairing : jean x reader (gender neutral pronouns, amab)

rating : explicit, not safe for work (sexual content)

type : one-shot

tags : public sex, cockwarming, riding, dirty talking, orgasm denial

word count : 1,429

author's note : hi anon, thank you so much for requesting! the thought of jean being all whiny and desperate for your cock just seems so hot to me so i decided to make this; hope it’s to your liking :] (also i really don’t know if those tags are enough but that’s basically the whole thing lol)

( masterlist │ ask/request │ ao3 )

“Theeere we go, baby. Take it all in.”

Jean struggled to keep her breath in order as you pressed your fingers on her waist, limiting her movements when her instinct went to jolt her hips against your groin. Her knees shook, eyes shut and lips trembling against the soft whimpers that forced their ways out her throat as she accommodated your size with her tight cunt.

Soft murmurs of your name came and you chuckled quietly, settling yourself comfortably on her office chair as her hand wielded—grasped, more likely, almost breaking—a feather pen.

“You’re the worst,” she muttered, her entire focus set on you even with the amount of work she had to do.

“You’re the one that wanted me here,” you said, one hand going to twirl her pretty golden strands on your finger.

“N-not,” Jean gritted her teeth, rubbing her temples with her fingers to try and concentrate on the documents before her, “not like th-this…”

Her protests only made you laugh, “How’re you gonna stay up all night, then?”

“Coffee,” she tried rocking her hips, but you saw through her and held her down on your dick instead. She groaned, “or so-something. Not this.”

You hummed, thumbs rubbing against her bare ass. “I don’t know why you're complaining, you’re obviously eager to have my dick in your pretty cunt.”

Jean glanced down on where your cock was buried between her fat lips, biting her lips to not make any sound that would drive you to tease her further.

“I can’t get any work done—“ Jean cut her own velvety voice off; the acting grandmaster was looking so sweet under your hold, and you couldn’t help but nib on her ear, “w-with you inside of me…”

“I’m not even moving,” you teased her, pressing a kiss on the skin under her ear, your breath hot against her neck, causing her slick cunt to clamp against your length.

She whimpered out your name and you groaned, “If you’re squeezing me like that, I might, though.”

Jean took her bottom lip between her teeth, “Just— just stay still, I really need to get this done.”

“Yeah yeah,” you rested your chin on her shoulder, smirking as you watched her trembling hand carry on her work diligently. You wrapped both arms around her torso, holding you close against your body.

Jean’s breathing was heavy, but she was doing such a good job fitting your cock inside of her. She didn’t squirm or move around too much, and though her legs were constantly quavering, she tried acting like she wasn’t fazed at all by your size.

It was cute, you felt one hand moving to palm one of her tits, you felt like ruining her.

“Do you know how good you feel around me right now?” Her breath hitched as one of your hands roamed the flesh of her thigh, inching closer to her slit before eventually grazing her soaking clit with your rough fingers. “You’re so fucking tight, you know?”

“You’re distracting me,” she whined quietly, scolding your name, back arching as you messed with her clit, drawing circles around the bud, her juice wet enough to cause a squelching sound.

You decided to ignore her accusations and continued groping her chest

“You’re all wet and warm for my cock, I can feel your cunt clutching on to me. You just want to milk me out, dontcha?”

Jean dropped her pen, shutting her eyes as you continuously fondle her perky tits, letting her tense body sink on to your length, sparking a jolt of excitement down her spine.

You slowed your finger down on her clit, taking your time to press and rub over it. She looked back on your grinning face, gritting her teeth, wishing that she could slap that cocky grin from your face, but she was taken aback before she could say anything when you pinched her nipple through the material of her shirt.

She planted her palm on the mahogany table, holding herself up as you went to place fluttering kisses on the back of her neck.

“Don’t tease me,” she warned through her little pants and gasps.

“Am not,” you mumbled against her skin, “I’m just letting you know how good your cunt feels, how hot it is, how needy it is for my dick—“

Jean felt herself tightening around you, cutting your sentence as you muttered a small “shit” as you sank your teeth on her skin.

“I said stop teasing me,” she was as restless as you were, cunt pulsating and chest heaving. She pushed herself off the table and went to rest her back on her chest, looking back at you with her mouth open and pretty face flushed, sweaty and red.

“Would you like me to fuck you instead?” You offered through a small snarl on your lips, still keeping your cocky act up. Jean answered you with a small snivel, nodding her head.

You hummed, pulling her top down to reveal her tits; her nipples round and hard at your previous mauling. She let out a surprised squeak.

“I don’t know,” you watched your fingers sink in her flesh, taking her nipple between your fingers. “I mean, you have such an important thing to finish by tonight…”

“You started this!”

She groaned in annoyance at your teasing, grinding her ass against you. She lifted her hips lightly before dropping down on your cock. You felt her slickness rubbing against you as she dragged you through her walls, then opening up at the arrival of your tip before eventually letting you rest at the opening of her womb.

“Take responsibility, dammit,” she huffed, placing her fingers on top of yours to push rub on clit. “I can’t think with you filling me up like this.”

The flow of her complaints were then suddenly cut off as you placed both of your hands on her hip, lifting her up before pushing her down against you. Jean gasped, squirming as she felt your cock hitting every single spot possible.

“Fuck,” Jean mewled out your name as you let her roll her hips, welcoming your cock inside of her warm cunt. She closed her eyes, “Shit— haaah, you’re so big.”

You watched as her face was painted with deep pleasure, “Think I’m cumming, oh my god, shit, I’m cumming I’m cumming— “

As soon as you felt her walls quivering around you, you pressed her down to sit still on your dick. Jean’s eyes shot open, turning to look back at you with the meanest glare you had ever seen her worn.

Her legs twitched, trying to ride on her fading orgasm, but the look on her eyes showed you that she didn’t manage to get her high.

“I hate you,” she finally sneered, not even bothering to look back at you, her cheeks puffed out in an adorable way.

You cooed, pushing her body back against your chest.

“What if you finish all this paperwork first?” You lifted her up and she whimpered as you shot your cock up her sensitive pussy, causing her to squirm, “after that, I’ll fuck you senseless. Any position you want, I’ll pound your pussy however hard you want.”

An alluring proposal, true, but her hole was aching for you to thrust your dick into her right now. She needed something after you stopped her orgasm, she needed something to make up for the sudden empty feeling on her stomach, she wanted to feel your hot cum oozing from your tip, spraying into her.

Jean pouted, trying to flutter her eyelashes up at you, “What if you fuck my pussy now, and I’ll finish all of these afterwards?”

You scoffed at her brave offer, “You can’t even walk straight the last time I fucked you, what makes you think you’ll be able to work?”

Her pout deepened, and you cocked a taunting eyebrow down at her. She  knew you were right, she just didn’t want to admit it. It wasn’t her fault that your cock was so good, it wasn’t her fault that you’ve always gone a little too hard when ramming into her.

“You’re so annoying,” she finally concluded, and you grinned, watching her bite her lips as she moved herself to sit up straight on your lap again.

“Mhmm,” your response was short. You returned to your position with your chin on her shoulder, hands automatically finding her pair of beautiful tits.

“You’re doing it again,” Jean pointed out, grabbing her feather pen and you smirked softly.

“Guess you’ll just have to deal with that.”

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #jean #jean gunnhildr #jean smut #jean gunnhildr smut #jean x you #jean gunnhildr x you #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin imagines #jean genshin smut #genshin jean smut #requests: genshin #one-shot