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charlotteking23 · 5 months ago

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Can you do an Eric Coulter story where there's a newish dauntless leader he's obsessed with and when they finally get together he has a huge breeding kink

Obsessed with you

Eric Coulter x reader

Warning: Smut, praise, breeding kink, p in v sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, not edited.

The sound of finger snapping broke Eric dazed, startling him. "Dude, you're staring". Axel a Dauntless leader spoke up following Eric's eyes to the girl.

"You've been obsessed with her for years", Axel grinned shoving Eric shoulders playfully.

You and Eric were both from the same faction Erudite, Only Eric had known you but you didn't know him till later when she transfered to Dauntless.

Eric had briefly met you, bumping onto you during school. That day Eric fell in love with her but never had the courage to proclaim his feelings for you.

"I know..", Eric sighed looking back at his beautiful Y/N.

"Well..get ready because she is coming over here" Axel said leaving Eric stressed.

"How's my hair, is my jacket go-...Hey Y/N, Eric said before coughing awkwardly seeing his friend shake his head in amusement.

"Hey guys, their a party tonight I was wondering if you wanted to come.., You smiled leaving butterflies in Eric's stomach.

"YEAH...I mean yeah,yeah that' seems cool, Eric said trying to keep his excitement in, before he saw you leaving back to your friends.

"Man you're whipped", Axel laughed at Eric lovesick look.

"This is perfect, I finally have a chance to ask her out", Eric smiled at the thought.

Eric was ready for tonight, dressing in his usual attire but took extra time combing his hair and putting extra cologne on wanting to look perfect for his Y/N.

Blinding light, people dancing or making out with each other and the alcohol flowing free was the first thing Eric saw at a usual Dauntless party.

But his eyes were only looking for his girl, Y/N. She was wearing a black dress and her hair curled enhancing her beauty even more.

He started walking towards the bar hoping after some drinks he would have some courage to ask You.

"Hey Eric", a voice Eric knew all to well had spoke to him.

"um..Hey Y/N", Eric said back hoping to relive some tension.

You only giggled, "You don't have to be so awkward with me".

But Eric only smiled watching as you spoke about something but he wasn't paying attention only watching how your lips were moving wishing he would kiss them right now.

"Oh sorry am I boring you", You said feeling guilty about wasting Eric's time.

"You could never bore me", Eric smiled watching Your eyes light up in appreciation.

"I have to ask you something...", Eric nervously chuckled rubbing the back of his neck.

Eric starred into Y/N's doe looking eyes, the eyes he would do anything for, she didn't know how much power she held over him.

"Y/N I have liked you since we were both in Eurdite since you bumped into me by accident, I've never had the courage back in Eurdite to ask you out but now...Would you go out with me", Eric said nervously rubbing his hands before he felt someone's soft delicate hands taking his hands into hers interwining them together.

"Eric, I would love to go out with you", You smiled at him.

"Why don't we get out of here", You said pulling Eric out of the crowded space and into more of a secluded area which happened to be Eric's apartment since it was to closest.

Opening the apartment door, Eric immediately started to kiss Your neck basking in pleasure.

"Where's your room", you managed to get out before gasping out the pleasure of getting whisked away in Eric's big arms.

He laid you down on the bed roughly taking off your clothes scattering them all over the place.

"Oh, baby", Eric said kissing down your neck to your boobs before sucking on them.

You felt Eric's hand go down lower to your dripping wet pussy and slid his fingers into your soaked cunt. The only thing you're able to focus on is the pleasure Eric is giving you. It makes you moan greedily. You begin to squirt all over his fingers. Everything is soaked.

"Look at the mess you made, my naughty girl", Eric said pulling away from your boobs before roughly grabbing your jaw smashing his lips into you, It was rough, feeling Eric dominate the kiss.

Eric pulled his hand away from your pussy. You whine, as if to say 'please,' he moved your body, since you're barely able to stand, and bend you over the couch.

Eric took the rest of his clothes off before roughly pulling your hair before shoving two fingers in your pussy, "You squeezed me so tight, darling".

Eric started to move faster putting three fingers in your pussy, leaving you in a moaning mess your eyes closing at the amount of pleasure.

"You're cumming again? You're so pathetic", Eric growled before taking his fingers out licking them before roughly shoving his cock back in your pussy.

"You like when my cock is shoved inside of you, don't you whore?" Eric growled into my ear. he begins pounding into you mercilessly. You squirm and moan underneath him.

"You're nothing but a cocksleeve, a hole for me to fuck whenever I please" Eric said as he pushed your face down into the cushion. "I'm going to fill your pretty pussy with my sweet cum", his thrusts become faster and faster.

"You better take it all, slut", Eric announced. You let out a muffled scream as his cock empties into your womb.

"Don't worry baby hmm, just let it all out", Eric said holding you down, making you do nothing but squirm at the feeling of his cock.

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reallife6anoufriev6boy6 · 13 days ago

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DYLRIC FAMILY STIMBOARD + HEADCANONS PLSSSS ill lick your dick cheese pls

dylric family stimboard

i shower almost two times a day i am very clean and do not have that:o(….

but anyway, i do NOT care if anyone thinks this is “cringe” or retarded because this comforts me so much and i will do what i want. someone needs to ask me for a caldre and artkita version.

♥️

they would both be very good parents and will take care of their kid(s) very well.

because they never had the support they needed, they give their kid(s) all the support and help they need. they have a very close relationship with their kid(s) and theyre always welcome to come to them for help.

they are definitely overprotective of their kid(s) especially when it comes to them being bullied. eric will beat a strangers child, but dylan will hold him back from doing that and will suggest they do something else about it. although dylans also definitely gotten close to doing it too.

eric is the dad their kid(s) would go to for advice on being all cool and general life advice while theyd go to dylan for more of the school and practical related stuff. trust me on this.

when it came to giving their kid(s) the talk, they both had no idea how to explain it and were fumbling over their words and being vague and awkward, mostly because theyre two gay dudes and dont know how heterosexual baby making works other then the basics.

they still keep guns and what not, but they always keep them locked up and unloaded. theyve taught their kids how to use them in less violent situations…..like hunting or just taking them out to shoot stuff in the woods. they stress gun safety a lot to the point where their kid(s) have asked them why theyre so serious about it, but they cant explain why for the obvious reasons.

they kept all of their tapes and pictures and theyve let their kid(s) watch some of them and look through most of the photos, but they also kept the basement tapes as well as their journals which has led to some very close calls when it came to their kid(s) finding them.

they gave their trench coats, hats, and sunglasses to their kid(s) and they frequently wear them.

they also gave them all their old posters and band tshirts as well as cds and stuff. theyre always telling them about how cool and awesome their music was and their kid(s) always brushes them off and calls them old.

they always try to eat dinner together as much as possible and ironically their kid(s) always like to have pizza which theyve joked about and called a curse for working at a pizza place, but instead of ordering it they will make it from scratch since they know how to.

i think they would do movie nights where its basically just the two of them geeking out about their old movies and showing them to their kid(s). their kid(s) always falls asleep on the couch in between them and they let them sleep there until the movies over and then one of them will carry them up to their bedroom.

im sorry, but i need to see them get emotional and tear up at any of their kid(s) events. i need them both to cry when they see their kid(s) dressed for prom or when theyre graduating.

if they had a daughter(s), they would be such good girl dads. you just know theyd always help style her hair and get her the nicest clothes and help her with boys - although when she gets her period they are both clueless and have to figure it out just as much as she does.

#tcc fandom #tcc tumblr #tccblr #tcctwt #tee cee cee #tccblur #teeceecee #anoufrievboy stims #eric columbine #tcc columbine #columbine tcc #dylan columbine #columbine 1999 #dylric #dylan and eric #eric and dylan

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dawnisatotalqueen · 9 months ago

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BROKEN PROMISES

title: broken promises

character: steven hyde x reader

warnings: profanity probably I didn't rlly pay attention, mentions of marijuana usage, talking down abt women smh.., jealousy, miscommunication, ZEN MASTERS MENTION

summary: after hyde's fight with your date and his almost admission, nothing had happened between you two. next thing you knew, it was veterans day and someone else had their eye on hyde.

disclaimer: i do not support danny masterson in any way, shape, or form. i just have an attachment to hyde </3 (this is exactly what I said last time I just wanna make sure yall know...)

word count: 2,094

part one

Nothing had happened between you and Hyde since that fight. Your relationship had reached a stalemate.

That didn’t stop you from questioning it.

Your dates had slowly dwindled down, though it wasn’t that you didn’t have options, guys old and new still asked you out, but you couldn’t bring yourself to go out with them.

You wanted Hyde.

Too much to ignore.

Much to your dismay though, someone else had begun pursuing Hyde, someone that you never really could’ve expected. Jackie.

After her and Kelso broke up again because of him hooking up with Eric’s sister Laurie, Hyde had given her lessons on “Zen”. The two’s friendship started to bloom, and Jackie quickly caught feelings.

You couldn’t blame her, and the more you thought about it, they made sense. Despite that, you didn’t like the idea of it. It wasn’t fair, and you knew that, but you just couldn’t help the bitter feelings in your chest when you watched the two.

It was Veterans day, which meant it was time for Red Foreman’s annual party. He was pretty passionate about the day, being a Veteran himself.

Everyone was down in the basement. You were sitting in the chair opposite of Hyde’s, watching as Jackie talked to him while he sat on the washer. “So Steven, isn’t Veteran’s day romantic?”

“Oh yeah, government pawns, and missing limbs. That’s amore.”

“I know, I know!” Jackie placed a hand over her heart. “It’s a day for people in love to have fun together!”

“Man, all this talk of fun makes me wanna have fun… Hey! Let’s throw stuff at other stuff!” Kelso gasped.

Eric perked up, getting off the couch. “Man, that's perfect! I got stuff!!”

“I’m in!”

The two boys went upstairs and you couldn’t fight back your snicker.

Jackie turned back to Hyde. “So, Steven, you wanna go to Mr Foreman’s barbeque with me?”

Before he could answer her, you decided you could not sit and watch this, so, you went upstairs to go throw stuff with Kelso and Eric.

You wore a simple (F/C) dress, with your classic jacket. You looked around the front yard, there were a multitude of people that Red and Kitty knew, and a few different people that your friend’s knew, but it was mostly the usual crowd. You knew that Donna’s Dad was having a party, but you liked the Foreman’s house. You’d still stop by though.

You noticed Jackie with a guy you didn’t recognize, and you decided to walk over.

“Everybody, this is Chip, Chip, this is everybody.” Jackie motioned around to the people in the area, that being you, Fez, Kelso, and Hyde.

“Hey everybody.” Chip nodded at you guys.

“Yo.” You nodded, glancing over at Hyde. He looked.. Grumpier than usual. You felt your insides twist, and a brief sense of dread.

Chip told Jackie he’d grab her a drink, then went off. You watched as Jackie walked over to Hyde and you sighed a little, walking over to Kelso and Fez.

Kelso had his arms crossed over his chest as he huffed. “Man, this isn’t fair! Why does some random dude get to bring Jackie to the party?!”

Fez grumbled. “She could do soooo much better.”

You let out a breath. “Right? But it’s just to make Hyde jealous, so chill.”

“That’s not cool though, man!” Kelso whined. “I thought Hyde liked you!! So what’s goin on?!”

“I did too.” You sighed, watching Jackie and Hyde’s exchange.

After a little bit you saw Jackie get up, leaving Hyde and Chip alone to talk. You weren’t sure how it went down, but when you passed by, you heard Chip speak.

“She’s a bitch.”

You paused, turning around. Using your context clues, you figured he was talking about Jackie, which pissed you off. You were almost ready to give him a piece of your mind when Hyde said, “Oh no..” And he hit him.

You squeaked, jumping back from the two. “Holy shit!”

Jackie ran over. “What happened?”

“Somethin– Bitch– He–” Hyde looked between Jackie and the very knocked out Chip.

Jackie looked between them before gasping. “He– He called me a bitch and you hit him!”

“...No.” Hyde stared at her, very obviously lying.

“I am the bitch! And you love me!” Jackie looked like she had actual stars in her eyes and you could feel your heart crack. Did he love her?

You needed to get out of there. Maybe a date, maybe something, anything–

“L/N!” Kelso huffed, nudging you.

You blinked. “Huh?”

You looked around, realizing it was night time and you were outside somewhere?

“Get your head in the game, man!”

You remembered now. After talking to Kitty, Hyde came outside and asked Jackie out. Kelso and Fez were upset, and you.. Were hurt. Somehow, some way, the two boys had managed to convince you to spy on Jackie and Hyde’s date. Did you have a momentary lapse of judgment? Probably. But there was no backing out now.

The three of you snuck through the trees, eventually arriving right behind Jackie’s car, where Jackie and Hyde were sitting at the front of it. Their backs were to you, and you couldn’t hear them.

“What are they saying?” Fez tilted his head.

“Don’t worry, I can read lips.” Kelso stared at the back of their heads. “Jackie’s saying.. Wow I really love this date, Hyde!” He put on a high pitched voice for Jackie. “And Hyde’s sayin.. Yeah, totally man, I agree.”

Fez gasped. “Really? They’re having that much fun?”

You put a hand over your mouth, trying to conceal your laughter so as to not get caught. “Kelso, I don’t think that’s what they’re saying–”

When you looked back up though, Jackie and Hyde were leaning in..

You felt your heart drop.

You could’ve thrown up on the spot as you quickly stood up.

“L/N!” Kelso whisper-shouted at you, but you couldn’t sit there. You’d seen all you needed to see.

What you didn’t see though was how when Hyde and Jackie parted from their kiss, neither of them were into it. They gave it a shot, but it didn’t work. In his head, Hyde knew why. He had you in the back of his mind. He had been trying to ignore it for months, playing it cool like he always did, but that wasn’t working. He didn’t like you any less than he did before.

As it turns out, it might’ve been too late.

You were going on a date. For the first time in months, you were thinking about a guy that wasn’t Hyde.. Or, well, trying to.

Loyal to your old routine, you were heading to the Foreman’s house to wait for your ride. Your outfit wasn’t much different than your usual ones, but you did look a little done up.

“Hey, L/N.” Donna nodded at you, a lazy smile on her face. Everyone looked pretty high.

They were passing around the blunt, Hyde being the last one who had it. “Wanna hit?” He raised a brow.

You shook your head. “Wish I could, but I’m only gonna be here for a sec. I have a date.” You hummed.

“Really?!” Jackie gasped, looking over. “You haven’t been out in months!”

“Yeah, thought you were giving up the whole meaningless date thing?” Eric tilted his head, looking over at you.

You shrugged, shoving your hands in your jacket pockets. “I was, but, I don’t know. Guess there’s not really a point.” You side eyed Hyde in a way that you thought was sneaky, but unbeknownst to you, he saw it.

Your glare made him sit up a little straighter. He’d seen you when you were mad, but it had never been directed toward him before. What’d he do to piss you off– And more importantly, what did that have to do with you going on a date again?

Kelso looked at you. “Oh heey– By the way, are you good, man? Yesterday after we were watching Jackie and Hyde you ran off and we didn’t see you after!!”

“I told him that you probably had to go to the bathroom.” Fez nodded, sinking into his chair.

You immediately went pale. “Ahah– Yeah, uhm. My bad. I didn’t feel well. But, wowie, jeez, look at the time I gotta go– Bye!!” You quickly called out, going right back out the way you came.

Hyde put his hand over his mouth, mumbling. “Shit..”

It made sense now. You saw him and Jackie, and based on what Kelso said, didn’t stick around long enough to hear how it ended.

What didn’t make sense was why you would care. Why would it matter if he kissed Jackie?

Unless…

Shit.

You had been gone for about two and a half hours. Everyone dispersed, and Hyde couldn’t help but be reminded about the night you spent together months prior. This time though, he planned on changing things.

He paced around outside, hoping that the guy you were out with would drop you off the same place he picked you up.

Lucky for him, he was right. A nicer car pulled up, and you got out, exchanging a few words with whoever was in the driver’s seat.

You were happy with the date. It wasn’t anything extravagant, and you didn’t really like the guy, but he was nice, and it was fun. You were planning on just walking home before you heard your name being called. And not your last name, which is what everyone called you. It was your first name. It sounded foreign from that voice.

You had turned around, tilting your head before your face dropped. You didn’t want to talk to Hyde. In the back of your head you knew you didn’t have any place being mad at him, but you were hurt.

You blew out a breath. You just had to act like you didn’t care. Easy. “What’s up?” You shoved your hands in your pockets, looking at him.

“Can we talk?” He walked up the driveway, standing in front of you.

You winced, talking being the exact opposite of what you wanted to do with Hyde. “I don’t know, I need to head home–”

“L/N.” He stepped a little closer. “I just wanna explain what happened between me and Jackie.”

You froze. Of course he knew.. After what Kelso said earlier, there was no way he didn’t know.

You blew out a breath. If you couldn’t play it off, you needed to try to fix things. “Listen, Hyde, you don’t need to explain yourself. It’s fine, you like Jackie, she likes you, and it’s cool.”

“L/N–” He ran a hand through his curls, taking off his shades.

You didn’t see him without his sunglasses very often, and it always caught you off guard when he’d take them off.

“I don’t like Jackie.”

You blinked, tilting your head. “What? But I saw you guys kiss on your date–”

“You didn’t stick around long enough. If you would’ve stayed, you would’ve seen that the kiss didn’t mean anything. There– there wasn’t anything there. No sparks, no feelings, it was just.. A kiss.”

You listened before furrowing your brows. “Okay, um, that’s, okay.. Why are you telling me this, Hyde?”

“Because I like you.”

You felt a heat creep up your neck all the way to your cheeks. “What?”

“I like you. I– I don’t know when it happened, but I know that a few months ago when you spent the night I realized it. And, it’s not a big deal, but it sorta seemed like you might.. I don’t know. If you don’t like me, it’s cool, but it was starting to feel like you do.”

You stared at him. He liked you. But what about your promise? What about the possibility of ruining your friendship? A messy breakup could start bad things in your friendship. But…

Could you ever forgive yourself if you didn’t at least give it a chance?

You looked down, your cheeks growing redder by the second. “I uh.. I like you too.”

Before you knew it you felt hands on your cheeks, tilting your head up. “Could I..”

You nodded, the motion being so small it was almost unnoticeable.

He closed the space between you. The kiss was gentle, sweet, a result of years of denied pining. Then, it turned deeper, more passionate, the tension between you finally bubbling over the edge.

It was everything you wanted, the perfect kiss for a perfect moment.

Maybe some promises were meant to be broken.

tag list: @cantbecreative

#srry this took so long i had no inspo #anyways theyre finally together weewoo #steven hyde x reader #x reader #fem reader #hyde x reader #that 70s show x reader #that 70s show #steven hyde #jackie x hyde #hyde x jackie #zen masters

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webslingingslasher · 10 months ago

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peter is so fine i just know guys hit on him too like… everyone wants him

in my head he directs every hot guy that flirts with him to ethan & sets him up with hot guys

oh also, i can see him being like ‘no this guys way better’ when ethan goes up to someone at a party djdjdjs

yes but peter is a bit more dumb when it comes to guys flirting with him.

'hey.'

peter's chin rises as an acknowledgement. 'hey, man.' he throws back the rest of his beer, he misses the way his mouth is watched when it wraps around the bottle, and the heavy eyes on his shoulders when he leans on the counter.

'is this your frat?' peter reaches for another beer, he offers one to the guy next to him, their fingers brush, peter says nothing about it. 'yeah, all three years. are you in a house?'

he shakes his head, 'nah. not my thing, most guys in them aren't so, ah.. tolerating, you know?' peter shrugs, 'yeah, sure, man. sig is pretty cool, it's pretty tolerable.'

the guy laughs, a little too hard, his elbow bounces off peter's arm. his hand sticks out, 'eric, nice to meet you.' peter holds out his own, he's expecting a firm grip but eric is delicate. 'parker.'

'what are you majoring in, parker?' it feels like they're holding hands, it's gone on a little too long. peter pulls away first, eric bites back a smile. 'uh, physics.'

'ooh, you're smart, aren't you? that's a bit of a curveball.' peter feels a little insulted. 'are you saying that because i'm in a frat? what, that means i can't be smart? tell me, what's your major, communications?'

eric raises his hands, 'easy, tiger.' peter blinks, he thinks of you for a second. 'i just meant i didn't expect you to be a nerd under... all that.' eric tucks the corner of his bottom lip into his mouth, peter takes a small step back, he feels like he's being observed.

'graphic design, by the way. you know what, you're really handsome, i could do a quick sketch for you.' peter feels a spark, it's not everyday another guy calls him handsome.

'hey, man. you're handsome, too.' peter's had a few beers, he misses the way eric's eyes light up. peter slides a napkin over, he tears open a drawer, a pen produced.

'alright, how do you want me to pose?'

'hm, naked?' peter finds him funny, 'yeah, let me just whip it out in front of the crowd.' eric starts the scribbles, a rough outline at first. 'or we could take it to your room?'

peter pauses, eric is detailing his lips, he never knew they could look so luscious on a napkin drawing. 'what's in my room?' eric initials the sketch, it's wildly detailed for being done in a minute.

'your dick? preferably in my mouth?'

peter drops his mouth open, his hands wave back and forth. 'no! i'm so sorry, but no! i have like, a girlfriend. not gay, i mean, i love them- you- fuck, you know what i mean, but i'm not one. a gay person, i mean. but my best friend is half gay and he's really cool, like, cooler than me and the gay thing is only like a fraction why.'

eric looks off to the side, peter grabs his shoulders. 'dude, this happens to me all the time. it's no big deal, but you know who is? ethan. he's super into plants, it's like his whole thing. you like me so you'll like him. trust.'

'alright, i'll meet your friend.' peter cheers and tugs him out the kitchen by his arm, 'i promise you, dude. dick sucking will happen tonight, you're welcome.'

#frat!peter

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positivexcellence · 6 months ago

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Jared Padalecki Talks Boys Role (‘Just Let Me Know If I Have to Get Naked’) and How It’d Be a Supernatural Reunion

Jared Padalecki is hoping that if he visits The Boys, he’ll get to keep his clothes on.

Supernatural creator and The Boys showrunner Eric Kripke has been vocal about his desire to get his former leading man on the Prime Video drama, calling Padalecki “the Pokémon I haven’t collected yet.” Thus far, Jensen Ackles, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Jim Beaver, Rob Benedict and Christian Keyes are among the Supernatural vets to pop up on the comic book series, while Alexander Calvert recurred on the spinoff Gen V.

Bringing Padalecki onto the show is a matter of “finding the right role. Look, I want to. I mean, even if it’s just for a guest shot,” Kripke told TVLine.

But with the announcement that there’s only one season left after this current fourth one, have there been any recent conversations between Kripke and Padalecki about how to make that guest spot a reality before time runs out?

“We talked a little bit recently. I mean, we talked today,” Padalecki told TVLine on Friday.

A month ago, Kripke called the actor following the cancellation of his CW series Walker, which will come to an end with this Wednesday’s episode.

“He’s like, ‘Hey, dude, a) so sorry about Walker. I know how much you loved it and great show. Would you be interested in coming to play up in Toronto [where The Boys shoots]?'” Padalecki recalls. “I was like, ‘Absolutely. Just let me know if I have to get naked or not because I gotta start working out now.'”

Despite the potentially urgent need to get into the gym, Padalecki notes that the role is still a ways off from actual production.

“He and I have talked about what it could look like. It’s not written yet. He said it wouldn’t really be until 2025. We wouldn’t shoot until probably January-ish,” Padalecki shares, adding that he’s game to “go play in the playground [of] the guy who created Sam Winchester. I’ve had good times in his playground, so I’m happy to do it again.”

As for what kind of character he’d like to portray, Padalecki has his sights set on a villainous supe, with “the power of wearing clothes,” he says with a laugh. “No, I don’t know. You know what’s funny is that, yeah, I have some ideas, but to Kripke’s credit, all my ideas for his time on Supernatural paled in comparison to what he came up with. So I wouldn’t even want to put anything in his head. I just want him and his f–ked up mind to think of something cool for me to come and do, and it’s going to be better than anything I could have dreamed up. The way his brain works is wildly interesting and outside of the box… So I’ll just go with what he creates.”

Of course, if Padalecki comes on The Boys, there is potential to have him in a scene with his Supernatural co-stars Ackles and Morgan, who play baddie supe Soldier Boy and CIA officer Joe Kessler, respectively.

“Let me just say that’s not the first time I’ve had a conversation where that has been pontificated. But yeah, that would be a lot of fun,” Padalecki says, before jokingly adding that all three characters would be naked for the reunion.

Well, Kripke does have a habit of putting Supernatural alums in nude scenes…

tvline

#jared padalecki #the boys

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headless609 · 1 year ago

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Cartman Angst

Ah Cartman, the bigoted, racist, sexist, overweight, bully, bullied, and a victim. Cartman is my favorite character and it’s not just because he is hilarious. If you watch the show and really looks into it, you can see why Cartman acts the way he does. Let’s start with the obvious. Cartman is fat. We see the show make fun and jab at his weight sense season 1. We see side characters such as Liane and his eye doctor to the main characters aka Kyle, Stan and Kenny making fun of his weight. Especially Kyle. I don’t think people realize how fucking mean Kyle was to Cartman (and Cartman hadn’t even done anything evil yet btw). Kyle is always and stills calls Cartman ‘fatsss.’ Speaking of the earlier seasons, remember Cartman’s eye doctor? Y’know, the one who had no chill and continuously bullied Cartman by calling him porky and just being devious? Yeah him.

Next I want to talk about Cartman’s home life. And it’s bad, like it’s as bad as Kenny. Not only is Cartman quite poor but his dad is gone and his mom is a prostitute. Not only does Cartman not get scolded by his mom but his mom brings in men that are there for sex. Sound bad? Yeah, you can imagine a guy finding Cartman’s room. And you might think, ‘Dude, you’re reading into this way too seriously.’

We see that Cartman has been assaulted by his cousin and his Uncle, Jessie. We see this in Le Petite Tourette’s and in Fun with Veal. And this is just two of the many other occasions.

Everyone knows the episode Scott Tenorman Must Die, where Cartman snapped and went batshit crazy. But most people don’t remember the banned episode where we see Scott again. Where we learn a dark truth. Cartman and Scott were step-brothers, Cartman had killed his own father, the father he had cried himself to sleep wishing he’d come back. And when we see him admit that he’s crying because of him being half ginger to his friends, all I can think is , ‘ Really? After all the tears that your pillow soaks?’ But then you think, would you tell some kids that have always bullied you because of your weight and you thought only hung out with you cause you bully people with them why you’re actually sad? HELL NO! Cartman may be crazy and a sociopath but he ain’t stupid. The reason he is able to stay with the gang is that they think he is cool (which they don’t) heck the only reason why they became a friend group was because Cartman bullied Pip! And with all that piled up, Cartman becomes insecure about himself and to make him feel better lashes out an everyone else, believing he is a victim in every scenario and everyone deserves to pay.

And that is the debrief of the monster, Eric Cartman. The most hated South Park child in the show.

There is so much I want to say about Cartman, and I tried to fit it in one Notes page. And I hate it whenever one says they hate Cartman because he is a nazi and all that shit. I understand, but please peel his onion skin and you’ll understand why Cartman is such a good character. This one is the longest one yet so thanks for those who were able to read the entire thing. 🥲

#art #south park #eric cartman #Cartman angst #I took schizophrenia art as representation

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codecicle · 1 year ago

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The QSMP is looking for smaller English-speaking streamers, so I figured I'd take the time to introduce qsmpblr to none other than Eric "Condi" Condifiction!!

// this will contain (very minor) spoilers for jrwi riptide, apotheosis, bitb, some prime defenders, and the SCU //

Condi is an English-speaking Canadian who's a part of Just Roll With It (JRWI), the absurdly powerful dnd podcast he runs with his friends Bizly, Grizzly, and Slimecicle!! He plays several characters across their multiple campaigns, along with DM'ing his own campaign of Apotheosis. He plays/played Jay Ferin for Riptide, Rolan Deep for Blood in the Bayou, Sylnan Vengolor for Fated, Flynn Gustwind for Convergence, and Vyncent Sol for Prime Defenders. (plus something im probably forgetting whoops anyway)

He is insanely talented at rp and improv, with some of the more infamous and my favorite examples being episodes 53, 100, and 101 in JRWI: Riptide. The way he plays Jay Ferin is emotionally devastating and incredible, and she's genuinely brought me to tears multiple times. Though he plays his absolute heart out with every character he makes, she's just a neat example of his range and talent. Looking at the differences between Jay, the Navy's daughter, and someone like Rolan Deep, a lawyer returning to his hometown of Galloway to experience The Horrors™ is just wild man. Not to even mention everything he does with Vyncent and his multiple different characters inside him; along with everything he made for his own campaign of Apotheosis.

Something something charlie slimecicle calls him "God Gamer Condifiction." He's really good at video games dude I have no way to talk about this he just is its really scary honestly. On one of his more recent streams he went live playing Only Up! and he beat it in one go without any major setbacks, fast enough to refund the game and get all the money he spent on it back. Just for context.

He also has a background in minecraft roleplay specifically!! He was part of the SCU (Slimecicle Cinematic Universe) where he roleplayed several different characters. God!Condi and 100Days!Condi being the more defined ones. Everything he did in the SCU was nearly pure unscripted improv and incredibly impressive, and I highly recommend you go through and watch it!! (I go into detail on how to get into it on this post)

He doesn't just have background in the roleplay aspects of minecraft though, he was also briefly on SMPEarth and is skilled at regular minecraft too. He mainly strives at the roleplay aspects, but again the whole God Gamer Condifiction thing so ^_^

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^ Here's a good example of his regular PVE skills in this video where his chat tortures him through a crowd control mod as he tries to build a cottage core lesbian house

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^ Along with a link to of one of my all time favorite videos of his, which I think shows his humor and style of jokes off in a cool way :]

Overall I just really need my dnd guy to be in my favorite minecraft server so he can make so many SCU references with Charlie Slimecicle, then emotionally devastate us through the roleplay aspect. I really hope he manages to get in so everyone gets a taste of his amazing roleplay and gaming (i guess thats how im phrasing it) abilities :DD

Condifiction 👍

#i make yet anothet post just for me 👍#qsmp #qsmpblr #jrwi #its weird putting his first name but it feels wrong without it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#id in alt text #^_^#THIS ENTIRE THING TOOK WAY TO FUCKING LONG #ANYWAY‼️‼️ im so hyped he even expressed interest in this server dude #im literally qcondi truthing so hard 🙏🙏#if qcharlie is real than qcondi can be real PLEASE

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 years ago

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Summary; Upset after hearing about Eddie's latest date, you decide to go to a party and let loose just for one night.

Warnings; protective Eddie. Tipsy reader, drinking.

18+ blog. Minors dni.

Read part two here

I don't give anyone permission to copy, reuse or repost my work.

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It shouldn't have bothered you so much. Eddie has been going on dates a lot more than usual thanks to coaching from Steve Harrington.

So it shouldn't have come as a surprise that he had another date with a new girl. This one was called Penny.

If you had to hear about his antics one more time you were sure that Eddie would see right through your fake smile.

It's not like you didn't want Eddie to be happy. Of course you did, it's just crushing on a guy who has zero interest in you and seeing him date beautiful women after beautiful women was a bummer.

After hearing about this date with Penny and no doubt another lady at some point you had made the decision to go to a party tonight.

Parties weren't your thing at all but you were eager to let loose just for one night and forget your unrequited crush for a little while.

By the time you even got to the party, you were a little buzzed. Steve had driven you along with Robin and you and her had already had two beers.

The party was already in full swing once you got there and it took everything for you not to leave at once.

Robin and Steve immediately calmed you down and you nursed a beer, chatting with cute guys and finding yourself growing a little bit more tipsy as the night went on.

It felt like everyone was at the party, all wanting to let loose, hooking up, dancing, laughing and determined to have a good time.

You danced with Robin qnd Steve and eventually, a guy called Eric. He was handsome with black hair and brown eyes.

They aren't Eddie's eyes a traitor voice says in your head and you shake it away.

You needed to forget about your feelings for Eddie and move on.

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Eddie had stopped at yours with pizza in hand. When you didn't answer, it concerned him. What was going on? Were you sick?

Another date had gone by and there was still this empty feeling inside of him. They were fun at first, fooling around and shit but it was growing old fast.

Steve had took Eddie under his wing, a wingman of sorts and Eddie really didn't mind. He liked Steve, which years ago he would have thought to be impossible.

Turns out Dustin was right when he told him Steve was a pretty cool dude.

His thoughts come back around to you and he decides to make a quick drop-off at a party where some guys wanted weed.

It was quick and easy money and he would be out of there in no time to come and check on you.

Of course, when he gets there he doesn't expect you to be there. Parties weren't your thing at all.

Steve comes up to him and pats his shoulder.

"Oh hey man, yn is here by the way" he points over where you are.

He sees you surrounded by some preppy douchebags, eyes sparkling and a beer in your hand as you dance with one of the guys, he's stunned.

The dude is flirting heavily with you and your arms wrap around his neck pulling him closer, he kisses you and Eddie stills.

You giggle and the guy pulls you close to him, his hands run all your body and down to your backside giving it a squeeze.

He doesn't notice you move away, putting space between you and the guy, Eddie doesn't notice much of anything really, he sees red.

He just reacts and yanks him away from you.

"Dude what the fuck?" up close Eddie recognises Eric Harris, he was a complete douche in high school and not much has changed as far as he could tell.

"Watch your hand's asshole" he seethes trying to calm down but he's not very successful.

"Eddie! You grin and hug him before things get heated and his anger melts away at your big grin.

"Hey, princess. You okay?" you nod and his heart rate spikes as you rest your head on his chest and cuddle into him.

"I had three beers, Eddie! Three!" you tell him sounding proud and he holds you upright as you are slightly unsteady on your feet.

"Let's get you home sweetheart" he ignores Eric's groan of disappointment and you beam.

"Kay, my head feels a little fuzzy anyway" you wave to Eric who plants a kiss on your cheek.

"I'll be seeing you around babe" he winks at you and Eddie's mood darkens though he isn't sure why.

"He's cute isn't he?" you sigh as you head outside and the chilly air hits you. It instantly makes you shiver and Eddie places his jacket around you.

"Thank you" You snuggle into it feeling comforted by the familiar scent, it feels like home.

On the way to Eddie's, you chat his ear off about the party, and sing along to the radio and that makes Eddie smile.

You were adorable, tipsy yes but adorable.

He helps you inside and to the bed. You're quiet for a few moments as you settle on the bed.

He fetches you a big glass of water and makes sure you drink it all before sleeping.

You chat to him happily but somewhere along the way your mood changes. You sigh and stare at him with a little pout on your face.

"He's so cute" Eddie is sure you are talking about Eric and that same flash of irritation and tension spikes inside him.

"Eric's a douchebag. You can do so much better" you yawn sleepily.

"Not Eric! I meant Eddie" he freezes and he feels his heart hammer in his chest.

"What?" you cuddle up into his pillow.

"I wish he liked me" See this confused Eddie even more.

"What are you talking about? I adore you" you mumble something then let out a gentle snore as you fall asleep.

Ever so gently he places the blankets over you and watches you just for a second because you look so sweet, curled up on his pillow with a dreamy smile on your face.

His heart skips a beat and there's a feeling inside of him that he can't explain as he looks at you.

If he had to put a finger on it and say what the feeling was?

It felt like home.

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson angst #eddie imagine #eddie munson imagine #protective eddie munson

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 1 year ago

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Halloween Under The Sea

Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: Sam and Dean’s five year old sister convinces them to celebrate Halloween

“Please please please!”

“I don’t get it,” Dean groaned. “You’ve never cared about Halloween before, why do you want to celebrate so bad now?”

“You didn’t tell me how cool it was before,” you argued. “But-but me and Sammy went to the park today, and we met a girl,” you took a deep breath, pausing in your rapid fire speech before continuing. “And she was my age, and she-and she was so cool!” You were so excited that your brain couldn’t keep up with your tongue. “And she told me all about how you dress up, and get candy, and it’s lots of fun!”

“Thanks, Sam,” Dean mumbled.

“Hey, I didn’t know that kid was gonna do that,” Sam hissed back. “If you’d have taken her to the store with you like I said-“

“So can we do Halloween?” Your voice broke up the whispered argument.

“Look, kid-“ Dean’s negative tone was cut short when he took one look at your pleading face. “Dang it,” he muttered. “When did you get so cute?” He took a deep breath. “What did you want to dress up as again?”

…

“This is ridiculous,” Sam groaned.

“Hey, at least you got the human,” Dean said.

“I’ll take a lobster over this itchy prince costume any day,” Sam grumbled.

“Dude, Sebastian is a crab,” Dean said.

“I can’t believe you know its name,” Sam scoffed.

“Are you kidding? Y/N made me watch the movie four times to prep for tonight,” Dean huffed. “You’re just lucky you managed to find excuses to get out of it.”

“Yeah, and even with the excuses I had to watch it twice.”

“It’s time, it’s time, it’s time!” Both boys quieted at the sound of your yelling as you exited the bathroom, a bright red wig on your head, and Ariel’s iconic pink dress swishing around with every movement.

“Commere baby,” Dean kneeled down to straighten your very-crooked wig, and you grinned at him.

“Why thank you, Sebastian,” you giggled, and he smiled tolerantly.

“Any time, fair princess.”

“Prince Eric!” Sam smiled when you turned to look at him, and he bowed when you curtsied. “Let’s go, let’s go!”

“Of course.” Sam did his best to play along, holding out his arm to escort you out. Dean trailed behind, struggling to fit through the small door with his giant shell hanging off his back.

This is going to be a long night, Dean thought. But then, when he finally made it out the door, he saw you again.

You were hanging off Sam’s arm, the biggest grin on your face, and Sam was laughing at something you had said.

Maybe this night wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Especially since Dean managed to get a picture of Sam dressed up like a Disney prince. It was too bad that he didn’t know Sam also snapped a picture of him dressed like a crab.

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean and sam #dean winchester x you #supernatural dean #the winchesters #winchesters x reader #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #winchesters x sister #dean winchester x sister #dean winchester x little sister!reader #dean winchester x sister!reader #spn sam winchester #sam winchester x you #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester x sister!reader #supernatural sam #supernatural

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sweetbillwriting · 5 months ago

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In The Dead of Night

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Characters: AU Eric played by Bill Skarsgård from The Crow (2024)

Setting: This story is set in A WHOLE OTHER WORLD than the movie. Shelley isn't a part of this story. Eric will be different from the movie, especially because I haven't seen the movie.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, heavy themes.

“Ehm… Well, it's not much to look at…” He said with a shoulder shrug when we walked into his apartment. It looked like an old storage space but was lightly renovated to be used as a studio apartment. It was quite big but had a cold feeling with the brick walls and concrete floor. The only thing that contrasted with the grays and browns was the wall opposite the windows. It was full of graffiti, both really great ones and bad ones. There was a cool one of a smoking racoon, but someone had sprayed over the joint with a badly painted cock. Against that wall stood a big king-size bed with black silky sheets. The luxury feeling of the bed didn't fit in, and I wondered if he had it like that to get girls into it more easily. I looked at him while he hung up both our coats on a metal hanger that fit with the industrial feeling of the apartment. He moved smoothly and gracefully, but it was something that made him look boyishly nervous, like he was fourteen showing his room to a girl for the first time. That he would be a player didn't feel right, even if he had the looks for it.

“Have you lived here a long time?” I asked so I didn't need to comment on how it looked.

“Two years, I think,” said he with a shoulder shrug and walked in on purple ankle socks. I hadn't taken off my Dr. Martens but felt a need to do it when he walked around in his socks.

“Do you want something to eat?” He opened the fridge and looked up and down in it with pursed lips. I smiled to myself by his sweet ways and walked up to his side when my boots were off. “An omelet?”

“No thank you, but have something if you need to.” I looked up at him with a smile, and he looked at me with those big green eyes I've dreamt so much about. I felt a sob in my nose and throat that wanted to come out and make me ugly cry, but I swallowed it down and smiled even broader to cover it up.

“Nah, I shouldn't…” he said and shook his head, closing the fridge. Instead, he took a leap and jumped up to something in the high ceiling. It was a silver bar, and easily he pulled himself up and down without a complaint. If another dude had done something like that, I would just immediately think he was trying to impress, but Eric was harder to read. He could also just have a need to do it. Something had made an addict look like a Calvin Klein model. Either it was steroids or it was a need for excessive training.

He jumped down lithely and moved to the green couch that stood in the middle of the room in front of the TV. He turned to me and scratched his neck.

“You can take the bed if you want.”

I could see that he wanted to be a gentleman and say that, but the couch was just a two-seat couch, and something told me his height, and that couch didn't add up. I giggled a little at his pained face. He really wanted to be that great guy, but it was like he already could feel the pain in his back.

“I'll take the couch…” If you don't want me to sleep in the bed together with you, I continued in my head. In my dreams, we slept in the same bed many times, but now I didn't even get to sit on the edge of it.

Eric laughed a bit embarrassed when he saw my teasing expression.

“Thank you,” he said, but then gathered a cover and pillow from his bed and gave them to me. He walked to a dresser, and I could see how he searched for new sheets.

“I don't need a change of sheets. It's just a night. And it's time to go to bed for both of us.”

I held the cover tightly in my hands like I was afraid he would pull it away from me. He looked at me a bit confused but just nodded. He didn't seem to understand that I actually wanted to sleep in his used sheets. I just wanted to smell him and hopefully take some of his heavenly scent with me home in my hair.

I saw in the corner of my eyes him strip down to just a pair of black boxers, and I took my chance to look at him when he turned his back on me. Even his back was perfect. Okay, the barbed wire tattoo was far from perfect, but on him everything was perfect. I looked at the muscles shift under his pale skin and how great the boxers sat over his ass. I just wanted to bite one of those juicy cheeks.

I had sat down on the couch, watching him when he turned around and showed of abs and a muscular chest.

“Do you want to borrow a t-shirt to sleep in?”

I wanted to ask if I could wear the one he had worn that night, but instead I just said yes to his question. He gave me a big white t-shirt which I changed into with my back against him. I didn't feel shy about my body in front of him because, for me, we had already done that bit. I just turned around because it felt more natural than showing my tits to him while he crawled down in bed.

I turned around when I had his t-shirt on along with my simple black panties. He smiled a little from where he was lying under his cover, but I couldn't interpret what it meant.

“Weird thing, but is it okay I have the radio on? I can't sleep without it,” he asked and sounded uncomfortable. I had heard others needing to have sound in the background while they sleep. Like a man my mom told me about who needed to have the vacuum cleaner on, anything to drown out their anxiety. We had laughed at that man, but looking at Eric, I didn't feel a need to laugh at all. I knew more about him than he had told me and could imagine what kind of anxiety he had.

“Of course, sure, it can be cozy,” I said sweetly to make him relax. He smiled a little surprised by my words and nodded.

He had the sound louder than I had thought, and I listened to a debate about the use of oil in the world. I didn't know if he was already asleep, but I knew he couldn't see me, so I sniffed his sheets and dragged a hand over my own chest. If I could, I would have laid down next to him, but Eric acted so polite to me that it didn't feel right to be so forward. With another guy, I might have done it, but Eric didn't feel like the type that would be happy to suddenly have company in his bed.

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I hadn't noticed when I fell asleep and I woke up with a jerk. I remembered exactly where I was and who I was with, and that made my problem feel even bigger. The alcohol had made me sleep heavy like a rock, so I hadn't noticed when the red fluid had run from between my legs and down under me. I could feel the sticky mess between my thighs but also knew that I obviously had a stain under me, a stain on Eric's green couch.

I didn't know what to do because if I stood up, it would probably cause even more of the blood to run out of me, and I didn't have any panties to change to either. For a moment I just sat there and let the panic grow inside me until I started to cry out of anxiety.

“Oh my god…” I said lowly to myself, between the heavy tears. I couldn't see any solution to my mess and sat frozen under Eric's black cover.

“Hey… Are you okay?” I could hear a raspy morning voice say from the side of the room. If it wasn't for my panic, I would have appreciated how sexy he sounded, but now I couldn’t help but cry.

“I'm sorry…”

Eric stood up from bed groggily, like his muscles didn't remember to hold him up, and looked at me with big, worried eyes.

“Do you want to go home? I can get you a cab. I can… I can stay in bed if you want your privacy. I've done that all night. Promise. I promise.”

He stood with his hands up like he wanted to show he was unarmed, and his facial expression was anxious. I looked at him and realized he thought this moment was just as hard as for me but for other reasons. He thought I had panicked when I realized where I was. He was afraid I would accuse him of something.

“We didn't do anything. We just slept. Like really slept, ehm…” He dragged his hands over his hips nervously over and over.

“No, no, I know that, Eric. You can be calm; it's just…” I started to sob again, and Eric's first reaction seemed to be to sit down next to me and comfort me.

“No! No! Don't sit down!”

Once again, he raised his hands. I took a deep breath.

“I've got my period and… It's everywhere. On your couch too.”

He looked at me with big eyes and sat down on the coffee table in front of me.

“Oh.”

His short answer made me feel awkward, and I started to cry again.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for destroying your couch-”

“No, no.” He interrupted me and gave me a calming smile. “It's okay shit happens, but… How can I help you? Do you need something to wear? Do you have tampons?” He said it so relaxed and kindly that I couldn't do anything else but smile.

"Yeah, I have some in my purse, but… Everything is bloody…” I said embarrassed and dragged my hands over my face, showing signs of my crying.

“I don't have panties…” he said with an awkward chuckle. “But can I offer you a pair of my underwear and a pair of pants?”

“Yeah, that would be kind but… There's blood everywhere.”

“Trust me, I've seen worse. I’ll look away while you go to the bathroom, and then I’ll leave the clothes and your handbag outside of the door so you can just take them. Ehh… Do you need a towel? You can shower if you want too?”

I looked at him with soft eyes. He did everything right. A true gentleman behind that trashy style. He really was the same sweet guy as in my dream. The warmth in my chest said everything—I was in love with him. So in love with him.

“That would be nice… But the couch?”

“I take care of that. It's a removable cover. I will just get a new one.”

I looked at him with a pained expression, and he probably could see I was on my way to cry again because he stood up and walked away to the window.

“I'll have a cigarette on the roof while you go to the bathroom, okay?”

I nodded and didn't ask about what he meant about the roof. I just assumed he meant he had a roof under the window to jump out on.

×××

He fixed everything. A dark gray towel, a pair of black boxers, black Adidas sweatpants, my handbag, my bra, and top, a plastic bag for my dirty clothes, but also…

“There is an extra toothbrush on the highest shelf in the cabinet,” he said through the door when I was done with everything else. I stood in his boxers, his long sweatpants, and my black long sleeved top. Just that simple sentence made me tear up again. What a man he was. He was thinking about everything. Lotti had done a great job with him, to be honest, much better than she had done with Robin, and I wondered if Eric just had that in him. That sweetness.

When I was done, I walked out to Eric, standing in the little open kitchen. He loaded an old, white coffee maker and was dressed in boxers and a black tank top. He didn't seem to have noticed that I had come out, and for a minute I had the luxury to just look at him. He stood with a hand under the tank top, scratching his tattooed stomach while watching the coffee run down the pot. I looked towards the couch and saw that he had removed the cover on one of the cushions, and once again I felt heavy shame. I had destroyed his couch.

“Oh, hey, I didn't hear you,” Eric said to me, and I looked at him again.

“Thank you… And I'm sorry again for destroying your couch.” Eric smiled a little and shrugged his shoulders.

“I'll try to wash it later.”

The thought about him scrubbing my period stain was probably the worst thing I could imagine, and I laid my hands over my face.

“I said it is okay.” He laid his big hands on my shoulders, and they weighed me down comfortingly. I took a deep breath and looked at him but couldn't stop myself from sneaking my arms around his waist. In my dreams, he would have hugged me, and real Eric did too. He laid his long arms over my shoulders and dragged his hands comfortingly over my back. I didn't know if I'd gotten such a good hug before, and after a while, engulfed in his embrace and his wonderful scent, I breathed slowly and calmly.

“God, you're so perfect,” I said to him with my nose pressed against his chest. Eric laughed a little, and I could feel him shake his head. I looked up at him confused because, for me, it was obvious he was perfect.

“You're such a great guy, Eric.” He looked away embarrassed and didn't seem to know if he wanted to smile or not.

“I'm not really, but… Thanks?”

He laughed unsurely and looked down at me. I continued to stare at him, and he gave me a little smile and a shoulder shrug. Once again, I was reminded of the couch and pushed my face onto his chest again.

“I'm really sorry for destroying your couch…”

Eric laughed now.

“What can I do to make you forget about that?

I looked up at him again, then stood up on my toes. I searched for deep eye contact, and in my embarrassment, I didn't feel like I had anything to lose.

“Kiss me.”

Eric doubted and looked away, but then down at me and put my hair behind my ear with some struggle.

“I can't really date right now…”

“I don't care. Just kiss me.”

So he did. After a while of looking at me seriously, he laid his hands on my cheeks and steered my face towards his. He pressed his lips softly against mine, just like he had done in my dream, and they were soft as silk. It was he that made me separate my lips so our tongues could meet. When he did that, he also opened a gate to my heart and planted infinite love for him.

×××

“Do you want coffee?” He said with his voice raspy again after we had shared a few soft kisses. I looked up at him and giggled when I saw his pink cheeks and dazed eyes. He gave me a crooked smile and a sigh of relief.

“Yeah, coffee, please,” I said and released his waist reluctantly.

He made an omelet for each of us and explained that he eats six eggs per day, sometimes even more than that if he didn't have time to do a proper dinner.

“Is it because of the workout?” I said and took a bite of the fluffy omelet. We sat on the floor by his coffee table because he didn't have a dinner table, and I didn't dare to sit on his couch.

“Yeah, I need the protein.”

“You look so great, but is it worth it? I mean, work out so much, eat so boring…”

I had a thought it maybe was connected to his addiction, but he hadn't told me himself he had an addiction, so he believed I didn't know anything about that. He shrugged his shoulders and chewed the big bite of omelet he had in his mouth but didn't finish before he had started talking.

“I like it. It's a hobby. And I have something to really focus on ehm…”

He swallowed and looked down on his plate, thinking about something.

“It's good for me.” It felt like his thought was to say something else and he looked away a bit awkwardly. I wanted him to be honest with me; I wouldn't judge him for his baggage, but clearly he judged himself for it.

“Do you train or anything?” He asked and made me feel a bit stupid. I didn't work out much, and maybe he would think I sounded lazy.

“I worked out at the gym once a week or something, but then I did something to my shoulder, and yeah, I started to just go out with my dog.”

Eric smiled a little and nodded.

We talked about Odin. I shared that he had a strong will and it was hard to discipline him. He seemed to have too much energy and too many ideas but was also afraid of much and barked at people, dogs, and sounds. Eric listened without trying to pretend he knew anything about raising a dog, even if I wondered if he knew. He had been able to calm down Odin both in my dream and also outside of the store; still, he didn't say anything; he just said he thought Odin would become better with age.

I could feel when we talked that I knew too much because I got a little upset he didn't share more with me. If I hadn't known so much about him already, I wouldn't have thought about it, but now I just waited on him to tell me about his dog Max, which he had had when he was little.

“Have you had any pets?” I asked just to lead the way to him talking more openly. Eric laughed a little and put down his cutlery on the empty plate.

“I have cats. But they’re not mine. I have three that break in here, so I have started to give them food. I don't know who's cats they are.” He smirked with a shoulder shrug, and I laughed. It was actually even better hearing him talk about things I didn't know anything about.

“How do they come in?”

“The window, they're not some sort of master burglars.” I laughed at him and shook my head.

“Have you named them?”

“Yeah, Orange, Black, and Orange Number Two.”

I giggled, put down my cutlery, and then searched Eric's eyes. He smirked at me a little embarrassed and then lowered his eyes like he realized now he had a girl in his home.

Slowly I started to crawl on all four to him in a cat-like fashion while thinking about what kind of games he liked in bed. He turned to me a little and didn't protest when I crawled up in his lap.

“You're sexy, you know that?” He said with a shy smile and dragged his hands over the small of my back.

“Yeah,” I faked an attitude and made him smirk. “But you're so much sexier… Can I just…” I took a hold of the edge of his tank top, and he leaned back a bit when I pulled it up to look at his abs. I made a pleased sound while Eric breathed heavily with his mouth open.

“Good boy,” I whispered and dragged my fingers over the tattoo on the side of his stomach, but “good” had been crossed over. I looked deep into his eyes and gave him a harder kiss than before.

“You're a good boy.

×××

We stood together in the subway station, closer together than I had expected. It was he who had pressed his body against mine, but it was me who stood on tiptoes to have my arms around his neck.

“You're cute in my pants. But I want them back,” he smirked, and careful fingers dragged over the elastic waistband. I wondered if that meant he wanted to see me again.

“What are you doing next weekend? I work, but I have the half-night free? I always meet Nick and Jackie when I work the early shift, and…” He dragged a hand over his face in the middle of his rambling, and it warmed my heart but also calmed me down to see him like that.

“I would love to visit you, if that's what you mean, but I don't have a dogsitter.” I said with a disappointed shoulder shrug.

“Bring him?”

He said it like it was obvious, and I furrowed my brows.

“I don't think you understand what a pain in the ass he can be. If I destroy your couch, he will destroy your whole home.”

Eric laughed and hugged my waist.

“Then he can destroy my home; you've seen my home. There’s not much of worth there anyway.”

He smiled sweetly and looked at me intensely, waiting for me to say yes. I giggled and dragged a finger over “Lullaby” tattooed over his brow.

“Okay.”

We exchanged numbers, even if I already had his but pretended I didn't, then we kissed over and over until I needed to go to my subway line. It was hard to let him go because I could feel how my heart stayed in his tattooed hands.

×××

Robin rang the doorbell the next Saturday when he left Odin to me. Otherwise, he always invited himself in, but that day he seemed to understand it would be inappropriate when we hadn't settled our fight yet.

Before opening the door, I closed the one to my bedroom, where I was packing things to bring to my stay at my oldest sister, or maybe the stay at Eric's. Black outfits and lacy lingerie shared space with my beauty products. I had decided with my sister that I would stay until Monday, and I hoped Eric wanted to hang out with me one more night.

Robin stood awkwardly in the hallway when I had let them in while I sat on the floor, saying hello to our wild dog. I could feel his energy and looked up at him with a small but kind smile. I was mad because of what he had done to Lotti but also knew what I was doing wasn't right either.

“Do you want a cup of tea? I need one myself,” I said with a shoulder shrug, and Robin gave me a nod.

“Yeah yeah.”

We sat down on my deep purple couch with a big tea cup each. I didn't have time for a long chat, but I wanted us to get along again. We were dog parents together, best friends, but he was also the brother to the guy I was in love with.

“I know what we do to our mom seems horrible, but… She's sick and has always worried about Eric so much she more or less became sick from that. He has always disappointed her,” he said and looked down in his cup with a sad expression. “My parents didn't know what shit they would find themselves in years later when they… Started to take care of Eric. I guess they just saw a cute two-year-old with big eyes.” He shrugged his shoulders, but I didn't say anything because I wanted him to continue to talk. “His mom was a crazy junkie and would come and try to take back Eric and even hit dad once. It was then social service decided he would live with us even if he showed signs of being just like his mom. He could get fucking crazy too, and then he started with the drugs. He even stole dad's asthma medication. He was… He is… Sometimes it feels like he's an addict before a human, you know? He can't stop, and it will always be more important than everything.”

Robin sighed deeply and rubbed his eye. I still sat quiet and tried to understand that it was Eric he talked about. The guy who had given me his boxers and made an omelet when I had left a big red stain on his couch.

“I see that you think I'm awful for saying it like that, but… You don't get how much harm an addict can do just to get drugs, and my parents were way too nice to do anything else than serve him.”

“But why did he say yes to ‘play dead’ then?”

“Dad died and mom was destroyed, but instead of helping her, he just did more drugs and then ODed. We all thought he would die, and when mom got a stroke and thought he actually had, we thought-”

“You thought. If he was totally gone on drugs, I don't think he could even discuss such a thing.” I said it more angrily than was appropriate for the situation he thought we were in, but I was just thinking about the man I had kissed six days ago.

“Fine!” Robin said, irritated. “I don't understand why you care so much. I was forced to handle an awful situation in some way. My dad was dead, my mom sick, and… Eric, he just wanted to shoot up. What do you think I should have done?”

He looked up at me with shiny eyes, and a lonely tear spilled over. I felt awful for judging him so hard because I couldn't say what I would have done. I put down my cup on the coffee table and then crawled up to him so I could hug him hard. Like usual, it was the only thing he needed to start crying violently. I felt so bad for him, for him needing to make such hard decisions all by himself and carrying that alone. I wish he had told me instead of lying, but there was also another side of this story. Eric had lost everything. Robin had decided that he wasn't worthy to have a mother anymore. Eric had also lost his dad and not only had a sick mom but also a mom he wasn't allowed to meet. Everything because he had a drug addiction he no longer has. Right? He was clean now?

×××

Robin and I said goodbye as friends, and an hour later I took mom and dad's car with Odin to meet Robin's brother. I knew Eric was a good man and took Robin's story with a pinch of salt and didn't feel any worry about meeting Eric. My heart beat at the thought of being close to him again.

Demi and her daughter stood once again with me while I applied my makeup, but instead of being an audience, they had a verbal fight about Demi wanting alone time with me, but her daughter refused to leave the bathroom. After her dad had raised his voice, she did what my sister wanted and closed the door to the bathroom on the way out.

“Don't have kids,” she joked and rolled her eyes. She sat on the toilet lid, turned to me, and played with her long ponytail.

“Trust me, I won't,” I said sincerely, but my sister laughed like it was a joke.

“You will feel different when you're in love… Don't you think Eric wants kids?” She teased. I looked at myself in the mirror and took a break from applying my mascara.

“To be honest, no. I don't think he wants kids. It would surprise me.”

“Hm…” Demi sounded a bit disappointed. “So, do you remember you promised to show pictures of him in exchange for staying here?” She sounded teasing again and made me roll my eyes with a smirk. I was a bit nervous to show the pictures to her but also proud. He was so hot and so ripped. I had never been with a guy so fit, and I don’t believe my sister had either. It was the pictures from Lotti I had photographed, close, so it would look like it was the original pictures.

Demi looked up at me with a confused expression while she scrolled between the close-up of a smiling Eric and a shirtless Eric. She shifted between looking at the pictures and me, and I could feel she would say something bad.

‘You dated Dante, a sweet, trustworthy, tanned Italian, and left him because you thought he had asshole-y behaviors, so you instead started to date this? This?”

I didn't want to talk about Dante because he was an asshole, even if no one in my family could see it.

“Don't you see how hot he is?” I said instead and made Demi shrug her shoulders.

“Yes, he's hot, but do you see what's doodled over that hotness? That's 300 bad decisions."

I sounded out in frustration and continued to do my makeup.

“What's his story? Is he a criminal? An addict?”

I didn't answer and instead shut off when she continued to talk and made him sound like a stereotype. I threw down my deep pink lipstick in my handbag but stopped for a second to look inside it. The pack of condoms stared back at me and made me feel awful. I had never been so stressed about protection but felt different now. Even I had my prejudice about Eric.

#bill skarsgård #fan fiction #bill skarsgard #writing #story #bill skarsgård writing #bill skarsgård fanfiction #fiction #the crow #the crow fan fiction #2024 #Eric

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alornights · 2 years ago

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⟢ you and i

➜ in which ! you get romance troped.

💌 ﹫main 4.

✩ 🎸 warnings﹗none.

🍓 ⟡ notes — short, and i mean short, little thing cus im bored mkay gn!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ERIC CARTMAN enemies to lovers

what did you expect lmao no one fucking likes this kid

you hated him for bullying people and he hated you because you were of the few people who actually stood up to him.

you remember the wendy/cartman situation. yeah thats u two.

the two of you randomly started hanging out and developed feelings for each other and started dating.

#shocked, the school went insane after that

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ KYLE BROFLOVSKI holiday romance

had a high school musical moment but without the musical

his family and stans went back to aspen for funsies and kyle and stan got invited to the teen's party oooooo

they went and had nothing better to do and he saw you talking and meeting new people and bro's jaw dropped.

so stan literally shoved him into you and boom he got himself a girl who wouldn't leave him this time around.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ KENNY MCCORMICK marriage pact

you both agreed that you were too cool to get bitches and that's why you guys hadn't dated anyone since elementary school

so the two of you made a pact that if u weren't married by 28 then you'd both get married together for funsies.

the two of you even started acting like a married couple just to test the waters by doing all that old romantic couple shit.

until you weren't testing the water and the two of you caught feelings for each other, hard.

hey at least u might get married before ur 30s tho :)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ STAN MARSH dude in distress

had just broken up with wendy for like the billionth time

you found him lying at the park contemplating life and went "this guy needs some fixing up"

he was a bit hesitant when you suggested hanging out for the entire night but he just wanted to take his mind off things

so he agreed

and good golly was that the best decision he ever made.

the two of you had so much fun that bro fell in love like a loser and vomited all of you, totally because of the drinks he had. yuh.

#south park x reader #eric cartman x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh x reader

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dreamyzhou · 7 months ago

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Iodine, Livermorium, and Uranium

Pairing: College softie!Hyunjae x Eric's sister!reader

Genre: Contemporary college rom-com

Words: 4,8k

Warnings: Eric is your younger brother and he calls you Noona time to time, swear words, rats, Gen Z jokes, Kendrick and Drake drama, food (ice cream, barbecue, and rice), mentions of alcohol, you and Hyunjae are of same age, a lil suggestive in the end (??!!!), kissing [idek if some of these should be a warning, but i care if you get hurt by a fanfic i write, so imma just put it]

Inspired by: Hasan Minhaj (overall him as a comedian, artist, and a person), because he taught me how to be funnier than I was before all this.

Premise: When your brother, Eric, said he will sit in Chair 16 in Chemistry, he knew you were about to come early to pull it before he gets to sit. And when you did, you realized it was a set up.

Dedicated to Izzy @from-izzy who I kept reminding myself of when I wanted to give up on this fic.

1st fic of 31st Alternate Universe by Ellie unlocked by Hyunjae.

[7:59 A.M]

Three knocks. All it took was three knocks on your wooden bedroom door to be prepared and put up a sleeping act.

"Y/N, first day of college! Wake up!" A kick on your door and a hyperactive male voice with volume boosted with megaphone almost shattered your eardrums.

Tense muscles rose your spine. Then, you looked at the kid in front of you with his "I love LA" shirt. In all honesty, you weren't prepared for that one.

"That was creative, I'll give you that..." You took a portion of your blanket to wrap yourself a fluffy cocoon of cotton.

"Creative? Dude, that was genius. World record on actually making half of your body get up at the least! You know you need a permit to use these?"

You looked at him with the most judgemental eyes you ever gave to anyone.

"You got a permit... just to wake me up?"

"...No, my firefighter friend did. I just borrowed it from him!"

"What if he got into trouble for your misuse?!"

"Relax! The fact that he gave it to me is already a misconduct... Now, it's third week of October..."

"So?" You groaned as you went back to your dream shell. The sight of your laziness rolled Eric's eyes, he turned the megaphone's volume to the maximum.

"So! Get yo ass out of bed, She-Who-My-Grandma-Compares-Me-With! First person to get the bathroom, gets all the hot water!"

All the melatonin in your brain disappeared in a snap of Thanos' finger. Every muscle strand in you responded within 0.01 second as you ran to the bathroom. Eric pulled your elbow to the back, causing you to lose balance for awhile. You took a sandal lying around somewhere, then threw it to his head. Unfortunately for you, as the sandal was in the air, the blond-haired Jerry to your Tom closed the bathroom behind him.

"Ugh!"

"I win!"

"Bleh, bleh, bleh... Whatever!"

You turned around, walking to your bedroom. Trying to construct new activities you should be doing for your first day in third year of university, but... let's just say it takes energy to think. Your usual routine was one hour of waking up, half an hour of breakfast, and breakfast while running. It was a decent routine, but you needed to keep them in order. You recalled yesterday when you brought a hot waffle to the bathroom, you let it cool down as you showered, and by the time you're finished you ate it. It invited a married rat couple who had many babies.

Yesterday? Hold on—

There was a screech coming from the door that got hit by the sandal.

"Uh... Noona? You can have the shower first... I'm in the mood to be nice today!"

"No, a deal's a deal..." Letting out an intentional maniac laugh, you were glad you can just use the guest bathroom (which was never the option because for some peculiar reason, the water was never hot.

"Fuck you!"

[8:43 A.M]

You accompanied your brother to the room they needed him and the rest of the first-year students. There was a third-year student volunteering to help out the first-years with their orientations and such, and you told Eric he could always go to them. The clock indicated it was almost the time you both needed to go your own ways. He looked back at you, as if shy to say something then he entered the room that hadn't close its doors.

You knew this habit of your brother's that somehow helped managing his anxiety a bit. Looking at an older sister figure seemed to ease him as if everything will be alright as long as you were there. You never really got an explicit expression of how good you are of a sister, but it was never about you when it comes to Eric. It was just about the fact that you helped him no matter if it was just by being there for him.

"Hey, Eric?" He already took two steps in the room, but your call turned him around.

"Yeah?"

"You're still ten centimeters shorter in my eyes..." Eric laughed at the insult that he disliked the most, but only if other people said it.

"And you are still screaming Justin Bieber's Baby lyrics with your brush in my eyes."

He approached you and you two did the sibling handshake that you both never made a mistake in for years.

"Don't forget to drive a sister home at 2:30, okay?"

"Won't!"

[3:16 P.M]

Unlocking the flat you shared with your little brother with the cold keys, you sighed as you entered the place. Eric promised to take you home, but you just got off the taxi and paid what could be the price of a fast food meal. You sensed danger when you heard, what you made up as, two males talking... and laughing. You hoped it was Eric, but their voices weren't the high-pitched and hyperactive kind. They were talking about... Drake?

"Oh hi, Noo—" POW!

Whether it was your reflexes that didn't even let him finish the word that could have make you (and his forehead) feel at ease or the fact that Eric was just unwise to be behind you while you were in your flight-or-fight mode... nobody knows.

"What'd you do that for?!" He screeched as he held his forehead.

He went to the mirror near the door, one that he installed for "fashion" purposes.

"Look at this! I got a sole with a Nike logo printed on my head!"

You didn't really care about how much it hurt as he was speaking about it. You went to the living room at started your own lecture on how ditching on one's sister is not nice. You didn't even introduce yourself to the two guys who were looking at you, not knowing what to do.

"Like dude, where were you?! I texted you and called you, but apparently you were inviting two strangers to talk about that Hotline Bling dude! Also who invites a stranger home— did you forget that you were almost kidnapped because you didn't listen to Mom's stranger danger lecture—"

"Y/N, there is a pint of Cookies and Cream ice cream next to the ice cubes in the freeze—" You smiled instantly and ran excitedly to the freezer.

The two 'strangers' were left agape that it took you food to earn your silence.

"Hotline Bling dude is crazy..." One of the two guys with a chiseled face and thin lips, laughed as you approach them.

"Moon Kevin, right? Second-year student? Photography?" He nodded with a chill attitude.

"Yes, ma'am!"

The other boy with a face with racoon features took the remote and continued the fanmade lyric video from Youtube that they left paused as everybody sat with their snacks in hand.

As they exclaimed "Owww!" at the rap punchlines, you noticed how quick the three clicked. How they sounded like longtime best friends reunited. You shook your head at their silliness as you watched the video in silence. At least you were in peace knowing that Eric would be in fate's good hands.

[5:37 P.M. | Week 3]

Okay... maybe you spoke too soon. You were not in peace. Especially, since everyday they would come over to the flat. Something about the way Eric socializes decreased your social battery when you didn't even know who these kids were. Last week, Eric invited three more strangers to crash 'his' place, they were all your juniors! Not to mention, famous juniors! Not only that, they watched NBA games and F1 races at night, occupying your house like a public facility whenever they can.

You were in the couch, invited to watch along, but you kept your lips shut, since these boys were rowdy and you weren't into basketball. Right now, they were challenging themselves to watch the game with water in their mouth and whoever spit it out first had to pay all their part of the dinner your bank account.

Your phone indicated a message coming in with a vibrate.

Biological 'Buy 1 Get 1' : Y/N. Hyunjae said he wanted to come here, is that okay?

You turned your head to Eric, bewildered.

"You invited five people who I still struggle to name without warning and my knowledge, but... sure I guess!"

You went back to your meal and you swore you saw three Singapore fountains living.

"Oww! You see that, Reggie?"

"I see that!"

"You see that—"

"I see—"

"Beast dunk by the man, Lebron James! Y'all, Miami game night is getting really hot tonight! Take a look at that jump in your ESPN replay—"

"HOLY SHIT, I ALMOST DROWNED!"

"YOU SPAT FIRST!

You just knew the next thing they would do is to fight for no reason, and blame it all on Chanhee (He didn't even participate to the challenge, but Sunwoo would gaslight the guy to pay if Chanhee 'really loves' his friends. That kid really had to thank God, Chanhee really loves them and is an aristocrat's son).

As you reach for more popcorn, the electronic doorbell rang. Eric parkoured from where he sat to the door (a habit you learned he had whenever he's excited).

As he came back, he brought two bags with McDonald's logo.

"Delivery man?" Your brother laughed at squirell guy's question (you hoped his name was Changmin).

"Nope. The snack himself." There was another man behind him.

A soft-gazed guy with a tall fitted figure, broad shoulders and carefully-crafted cheekbones. Oh yeah, this snack needs a warning...

"Hyunjae in the house!"

You really tried your best not to stare too much that night.

[8:14 A.M | Week 4]

"I knew it!" You shut your locker door and saw your brother looking at you with excitement.

"What do you want?" He ignored your rolling eyes.

You walked to the end of the hallway, thinking that Eric was following you. Your feet halt as it detected loneliness by the lack of Eric shadowing behind. Turning around, eyebrows united... you dropped your neck a little, expressing the face of a person left hanging by an Eric, who was looking at you with a smirk and a knowing look.

"So?! What do you know?!"

He took a few steps to you, then he said.

"You know I'm good in chemistry, right?"

"You have 23 exes and you cried when each time you broke up. What do you mean?"

"NOT THAT KIND OF CHEMISTRY—"

"Ohhhh... right... Ms. Choi gave you an AP class for Chemistry back in high school when you blew up a project... Wouldn't that make you eligible to skip 2 years in Chemistry for your Bachelor's?" Eric clapped his hand together.

"Ditto! Now... The dean had let me skip two years as long as I've done two weeks of pre-requisites, so here I am, stuck with your second class of the day, I'll be in Chair 16!" He turned around and ran to the indoor field as he saw Younghoon, a fellow third-year who happened to be your math tutoring student.

"You left me hanging, again?!" You knew that pain in the ass could hear you from afar, but he pretended not to hear by closing his ears as he ran and disappeared.

"Fucking dickhead..."

You opened your phone which had your college schedule as its lock screen wallpaper. Second period will be with Professor Do in Chemistry.

[10:41 A.M]

Ever since the first week of the semester, the lab's door had a paper taped onto it, saying "Warning: harmful acid clean-up! No entry!" and a letter from the chancellor that, while the lab needed to go through some clean-up due to a very harsh acid spill accident, all students who wish to seek Chemistry credits need to go to the Classroom XI, a spare room unused, to attend lecture.

You were in the room approaching the front rows. It was a strategy to record professors lectures better and also to keep yourself visible when your professors take attendance. The memory of raising your hand and saying 'here' and still marked as absent when you chose to sat on Chair 52, two rows behind the student cluster, traumatized you as it almost made you fail the whole course. Thank god you could prove that you listened to the lecture, since most of the lecture weren't on your textbooks.

You saw that Chair 18 was occupied. Chair 16 and 17 were empty.

Letting your Converse shoes took pace, you let your blue backpack hug the shoulders of Chair 17. You then sat in the chair, imaginatively creating prank scenarios to perform human-made karmas on Eric for making you wait to long for what he wanted to say at locker hallways.

Oh, this going to be perfect...

You felt it from your peripheral senses that Eric was approaching the chair on your left. Putting an act of clueless human being, your hand reached to your phone on your left pocket slowly. As the kid beside you dragged the chair behind, he was about to give up his responsibility to bear his own weight to his chair... until the same hand you used to try reaching your phone went to the back of his chair quickly and pulled it.

"Ow!!" You were covering your face not to burst into explosion of loud giggles. Turning your head to the left, looking at the boy on the floor and you—

Oh shit— Eric what did you do?

You remembered Eric's jersey number for his basketball match back in high school, so you look at Chair 22 at the row behind your right. There he was smirking at you and waving. You gave him your panicked face; in response you received a shrug and 'not my problem' (judging from your poor lip-reading skills). You showed off your canine teeth and a middle finger.

"Let me guess..." Hyunjae stood up and fixed his chair, resting his pained butt on it.

"I'm—" Your face were burning hot like a stove, probably red like a tomato by now.

"A friend set you up, because you want to get into my pants. So, you pulled my chair..." It was like the world had a hand on your mouth for a second. You chuckled nervously.

"First of all, not exactly. My bitch brother, Eric, said he'll sit here."

"Eric is your brother?" You narrowed your eyes at him.

"Yeah, why?"

"I thought you were his girlfriend back in his house..." You faked a vomiting gesture. He laughed a little at you with a small smile.

"Back to the topic. Second... Is the 'pulling your chair' trick famous or something? You didn't seem surprised." He looked at you, mouth agape in bewilderment.

"You're not up to date with the famous students here, are you?" You probably looked silly right now, but your eyebrows were probably like a great horned owl.

"Should I be?" He raised his eyebrows, then shook his head while smiling.

"No, no! It's fine! It's famous, because I do that prank to all of my friends. Let's just say, it became a strategy for girls to get closer to me when I started being friends with kids like Juyeon, Changmin, and... your brother."

"The hell you mean my brother's famous?" Hyunjae raised his chin at Eric's direction.

"Judge for yourself."

As you look back at Chair 22, the two chairs on its left and right were seated by girls who were twirling their hair and touching his bicep. On the other hand, he kept looking at his phone screen while ignoring them.

"Morning, students! I will introduce the molecular spectroscopy this week..." As Professor Do went on talking, his words fade away the moment you heard the big, dictionary-rich words.

"The only thing I like about molecules are the periodic table thing..." The guy next to you murmured.

"I don't even remember half of it..." You turned to him.

"You don't? So if I say you're Beryllium-Uranium-Titanium-Ful, you wouldn't have a clue?" You shook your head.

He smiled a little bit, yet you couldn't read what the intention was for.

[11:32 A.M]

You and Hyunjae tidied your belongings to your own backpacks, as everyone else did. All the urge to scream and knock some sense into your brother was still concealed in your chest. Now that you thought of it, a question tickled the back of your scalp.

"I'm confused though..." He looked at you with pursed lips.

"Yeah?"

"Why weren't you curious about the set up?" He tilted his head.

"What do you mean?"

"You're not curious why my brother set me up with you?" Hyunjae let few chuckles escaped his lips.

"Judging by your answers... I believe, it was more likely he was trying to set me up with you." He started to walk to the door slowly, until his feet froze in the middle of it as he faced you again.

"And you know what? I'm pretty glad, honestly. See you tonight, Y/N." He walked away with another smile.

Your eyes were almost out of its sockets. Every nerve on your body was confused; whether they should be relaxed because the man was away, or they should still be tense by the fact that what he said just now didn't make sense? Honestly, you didn't know anymore.

You kept your eyes at Hyunjae as he kept going to the door, you saw that Eric was leaning on the door waiting for him. They both let their hand greet each other in their masculine manner. Then, Eric winked at you.

[7:18 P.M | Week 7]

There had been no lectures or assignments ever since Week 5 until Week 9. This was because it was yuletide. Eric kept gaining new friends and inviting more to your house. He had to keep a promise that he can only bring ten people to your house, as long he was responsible for having them as guests.

However, you gained a liking to his friends. They really were how you hoped Eric's friends to be; as funny as him, wouldn't make him feel alone like how he wouldn't to other people, and influenced him to try so many other things. So, the promise he made was still kept, but you don't mind if he couldn't keep it once or twice. Like sweeping up the floor at midnight after they went home? You don't mind doing it with him.

...Okay, maybe there was one more. Lee Hyunjae. That man kept inviting you to watch matches along, it was ridiculous! By now, you know which NBA stars belong in which team. He taught you how to play PlayStation games. Sometimes, all of you were there but only the two of were enjoying Resident Evil on the screen.

The second time you interacted with Hyunjae after you pulled his chair was after school when he went to your house together with you. You offered him a ride together with Eric, saving his 4,500 Won to go to your flat every day. From Week 4 to Week 5, the three of you had been doing carpool karaoke at noon.

From then on, little conversations and details mattered to Hyunjae. Once you mentioned that you love homemade popcorn and french fries. After that day, he came with a homemade popcorn and another day with french fries. Every detail about you that he caught were used as a weapon to unintentionally steal your heart.

He was... too nice for someone who was just Eric's friend in your life. Maybe that was why you decided to be involved when you were invited to watch a game together.

Now, it was 25th of December. None of the other ten boys went home to their hometown or families. It was a sad week for them all. They were homesick and so were you and Eric as you both missed your family in LA. Then, Sangyeon, who happened to be the only senior of yours that made it to this friend circle, said a Christmas dinner should sound nice.

So, there you all were, eating Samgyeop and the Saeng Galbi that you grilled. Everyone enjoying their Soju bottles with the rice accompanied by the smoky beef, laughing as you shared how Eric once was asked to be the guy to replace an injured baseball player, then going home and watched a baseball match with a man claiming to be the father of the injured, doing the service as a gratitude for Eric. Two months later, the man was on breaking news for car theft and being chased by the police for six hours straight.

After the dinner, everyone opened up their presents. You were given a few things by these boys, like a hat by Changmin with a note "I don't really know what you like, but Eric said your ears get numb when it snows. Thank you for letting us be a safe space to each other by letting us hang in your house every day! Must not be easy :("

You also got new headphones, because Haknyeon noticed your left Airpods was broken. For people who weren't exactly close, but always welcoming for you (because you welcomed them first), they were very considerate and caring.

You opened your gift from Hyunjae and there were three things there: a Chanel lipstick, a mistletoe, and a coupon for the arcade. You were worried for a second that the lipstick shade won't match you. You turned the case and read what the name of the shade was: '16 - Livermorium'

The thin coupon paper was almost see-through, you could see that there was a writing with a marker behind it.

Wanna bail? □ Yes □ No

You smiled widely at the words, you looked for Hyunjae as everyone was busy talking to each other, expressing their gratitude for the gifts received. You saw Hyunjae leaning near the vestibule, already looking at you. The grin in your face widened and you nodded. He smiled as you both stepped quietly out the room.

"Y/N! Thank you for the new jacket!! You don't know how much I wanted this kind—" Jacob was about to hug you but he noticed you and Hyunjae were taking your shoes to go outside quietly.

You both looked up at Jacob, frozen and you panicked a little. However, Jacob gave a gentle smile instead. He reached to his pocket and tossed Hyunjae his Kawasaki keys.

"Y'all go! I'll cover for you."

[7:49 P.M]

The two of you were in giggles as you scored thirty points in the timed basketball game, while Hyunjae scored more but since his hoop didn't detect the ball passing through, he was still at zero.

"I won!" He rolled his eyes while curving his lips to a crescent, exposing the white on his teeth and the red in his cheeks.

Suddenly, a light bulb was lit inside that wrinkly organ in your skull. You took a few steps to Hyunjae, looking up at him wearing the biggest smile.

"Hey, Hyunjae."

He looked at your eyes, hypnotized by those honey ambers. His own eyes gazing at you from your eyes to the corner of your lips. For one second, he was too drunk in you to even respond.

"Yeah?"

"You opened my gift yet?"

"Yeah... The perfume, right? How much did it cost?" He did not intervene with his eye contact that moved from your eyes to your lips to your eyes and your lips (on and on and on).

"127,900 Won. It's custom made, just like the lipstick you gave me."

He started to feel weak in this eye contact, as if about to give up and just kiss you already. His breath started to hitch and had no energy to do anything beyond whispering.

"Yeah? What did you pick for my custom perfume?"

"I gave the perfumer a sample of my shampoo, my own perfume, my lipstick, and the butter you use for the popcorn you make... because it smells like me." Hyunjae smirked at the sensual, yet the genuine loving manner.

"Is that it?" His right arm decided to hug your waist.

You swore that you almost lost all the shyness and the contemplation to kiss him right there right then. His left thumb reached your bottom lip, dragging to the end point of your chin.

"You want me to remember you with your scent?" It was your turn to blush and get drunk in his love.

You nodded with a shameless naughty smile. Then you let your chin rest on his chest as you looked up to his eyes like a puppy. His pupils began to dilate as he stared at your eyes like a king sitting on his throne looking down at a begging treasonist kissing his feet.

"I just want you overall..." You whispered as he chuckled.

"Mhmm? Yeah? Why don't you show me?"

Hyunjae noticed you took something from the pockets of your pants. It was the Chanel lipstick he gave you and the mistletoe. As you left a gap between you and him enough to put on the makeup in front of him, he took the mistletoe from your hands put it on top.

"Make my dreams come true, will you?"

"Oh what? Kissing you under the mistletoe like the Justin Bieber song you always play?" You both giggled, never letting each other's sights out of each other's sights.

"Not really... Kissing Y/N and nobody else but Y/N had always been the dream since the first time I saw you." You raised your eyebrows at him while smiling widely.

"...And my childhood 13-year-old dream that I had when I was hitting puberty." You couldn't stop smiling and laughing. You snaked your hand, holding the mistletoe with him.

"Gladly..."

You leaned in with the best slow, romantic pace you could ever think of to introduce the relationship for much more kisses to come. It felt like you woke up from the dandellion hills in the Garden of Eden. Felt so right as if nothing in life had ever wronged you. It felt like you flew out of your body, elevating to the outer space where you live among the stars, just floating.

You both gave yourselves some breaths to take in, letting some space between you both.

"I have a question."

"Shoot."

"Why a radioactive element, Livermorium?" He gave away the same giggles he had been having ever since he was with you in that arcade.

"I might memorize the periodic table, but I don't know what the chemical elements mean... I just like the way you can have a code to speak with when you have the periodic table." You tilted your head at him in confusion.

"So what is there to decipher?" He grinned at your cluelessness.

"Livermorium in short is Lv in Group 16 of the periodic table... familiar?" You looked at him wide-eyed as if starstruck at a Nobel Prize genius.

"Chair 16, Chemistry class... Lv short for the word Love?" He nodded proudly, enjoying the attention your eyes gave him.

"Corny, right?"

"Very!"

That night, he confessed that he would really like to be yours and he had never had anyone else (and didn't want to have) other than you in mind. It might look like it was too fast but the chemistry you both had spoke much for yourselves that actually, you were both ready.

From that moment on, the lipstick stained not only on your lips, but on his. He wore it so proud he wouldn't even wipe off the red-pinkish messy smears on his lower cheeks.

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