#Eric is a cool dude

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[darlingfreddie]

Eric is THE Disney prince of all time !

[todaaru]

OUUUUUGH THIS IS SO COOL WTF U DID SO MANY THIS IS AMAZING

FINALLY. AFTER TWO DAYS. THE CHALLENGE THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE JUST A ‘WARMUP’ IS F I N A L L Y DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I started this by only doing close friends’ styles and then I felt bad I didn’t include my other mutuals and then I was like ‘Hey what if I included artists who aren’t mutuals with me but whose styles I really like a lot’ and eventually it just. Snowballed into. Whatever this is. SO IM VERY SORRY IF IVE MISSED ANYBODY OR IF IVE GROSSLY BUTCHERED ANYONES STYLE’S I’m so tired after finishing this OUGH

ANYWAYS everybody in this is tagged in the replies in order!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[oniikabuto]

one bed!

-- sfw --

characters: kyle broflovski, kenny mccormick, stan marsh, eric cartman

a/n: i did this for a different fandom like a year ago. i love the one bed trope i just had to write a new one for south park....,,, lmk if you want part 2

notes: fluff yayyy; gn reader; characters have a fat crush on you live laugh mutual pining;

guys requests are very much open rigjt now pleasseeeekksflkdfnkjs

— ⛧ k. broflovski

sweetest guy. he doesn't want to take your bed, but you insist.

he also hangs his jacket on the door and keeps his hat neatly on your desk... which is kinda funny and cute that he tries so hard to be neat

freezes up and goes red when you slide into the bed next to him. poor boy is about to melt.

"dude why are you so sweaty are you okay"

"huh- what? yeah, yeah it's cool i'm fine it's..,,,,,,,"

wakes up with a puddle of drool and a wet cheek. he panics and wipes his face and looks over to see if you're awake. you pretend you aren't for kyle's sake. he's so cute.

his nose also does that stupid whistley thing it's so funny

a relatively still sleeper. he just kinda curls up and.. sleeps. sometimes he murmurs something in his sleep.

"cartman.. shut up..",

"what?", you murmur groggily.

"no"

"kyle??? are you awake??"

(no response)

genuinely cannot remember any of that when he wakes up.

— ⛧ k. mccormick

it's like 1am and you turn off the movie as the credits roll.

when you look over at kenny, he looks like a baby that had just woken up.

"dude, what time is it..", he murmurs.

"um.. late." you definitely did not mean to have him over for so long.

"do you wanna go home, or like.. stay with me?"

kenny perks up immediately when you offer to let him spend the night. huge, shit-eating grin spread across his face.

"dumbass", you laugh. but you kinda wanted him over, too.

he sits in your room and pokes at all of your plushies while he waits for you to go get a change of clothes for him. ("no way you're sleeping in that eyesore of a parka!")

almost faints when you change your shirt in front of him

youre the only person that can fluster him like that.

sleeps curled up like a little car

(I MEANT TO TYPE CAT BUT THATS REALLY FUCKING FUNNY)

makes funny noises

like when a dog is sleeping

you'll wake up with his face in your chest and he'll swear it was an accident. it was not

— ⛧ s. marsh

you were at your desk doing homework and stan was on your bed on his phone, both doing your own thing as music played from your speaker.

it's not until that last math problem that you realize it's late. really, really late. you look over at stan, and he's face-down dead asleep on your bed, phone still in one hand.

you don't want to wake him up and tell him to go home, so instead you take his hat off and leave it on your bedpost.

he's splayed across the bed right in the middle.

how?? are you supposed to move him???

after a moment of deliberation, you hold your breath and roll him over, praying he doesn't wake up.

he does obviously

"ow..???? y/n??"

"shit. sorry. it's late, just go back to sleep. you can walk home tomorrow morning."

"wha- okay"

he's too tired to object

plus he secretly loves being in your bed. it smells like you

snores and breathes kinda funny once in a while

no matter how still he looks when you get into the bed with him, somehow you wake up with his limbs sprawled out like a spider.

in the morning, his leg is on top of you and his hand is on your face.

— ⛧ e. cartman

actually such a bitch about staying over

he definitely tried to distract you so that he would HAVE to spending the night

he just loves spending time with you but he doesnt wanna ask :(

"but the couch will make my back stiff! i'll be soo sore in the morning!"

"just say you want to sleep in my room with me, cartman."

"whaat?? if you insist, i guess!"

makes himself absolutely at home. if you want to sleep in your own bed, you'll have to sleep on top of him or touching him.

he definitely does that on purpose

as much as it pains you to admit it, cartman is actually like really really comfortable.

even if he's squishing you to death

and he claims he has no idea he does that in his sleep

smells like a dove soap bar or like. baby shampoo and its actually really nice

snores like a monster truck engine

leaves his shit all over the floor but also offers to help clean up to impress you

(he cant clean for shit but at least he tried??)

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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.'��

[positivexcellence]

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

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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. 🥲

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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 ^_^

^ 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

^ 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 👍

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

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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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[sweetbillwriting]

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. 

××× 

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.

×

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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.

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The Unlucky One Part 14

Joel Miller (No Outbreak AU) / F Reader

When it comes to love, Lady Luck seems to have lost your address. After being left at the altar without so much of an explanation, you decided love is no longer something you are interested in. Not even meeting an unlucky-in-love-himself Mr. Grump could change your mind.

Right?

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WARNINGS: Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Good Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Soft Joel (The Last of Us), Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Hurt Joel (The Last of Us), Grumpy Joel (The Last of Us), Jealousy, Fluff and Angst, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Idiots in Love, unlucky in love, Child Abandonment, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us)

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Part 13

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Joel was running out of ways to seethe without anyone noticing.

This guy never left. He popped back into your life and freaking stayed. Every single free day he had he would be here. Ellie and Sarah had started asking for hot chocolate in the guy’s absence. When he made some for them, they cringed, no, not like this, we want the ones like those Uncle Eric makes. So Joel gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, taking chocolate chips and marshmallows to add to them, but no, it’s too cold now. The chips and Mellows won’t melt.

So now, not only did this guy charm his way back into your heart, but he also did so with his daughter and Ellie, leaving him with an ever growing gut as a bonus from finishing all the now-cold hot chocolates, which they always leave to cool before consumption anyway.

As if that wasn’t enough, Tommy liked this dude. His Mama loved him. Ethan loved him. Tess had taken to befriending him at the hospital, word was, she had introduced him to her group of nursing friends, and they all had lunch every day, and of course, they all loved him.

And your dads.

Your dads.

Your dads hugged him so tightly when they came back into town the man could hardly breathe. Welcome back Son. So good to have you back.

Son.

Son.

Son? Really?

As if that was not enough, they offered him a room at their new house. Frank had stopped by to send him something once and was shocked at the state of the room he was renting. To be fair, he did decline, saying that he was planning on looking for a better place soon, now that his life was back on track, and he was starting to make good money. But no, Bill and Frank wouldn’t hear it. So they set a room for him in their house, right next to the room for Ellie and Sarah.

Wonderful. Just perfect. This was just perfect. How could it be more perfect, you ask?

Joel Miller was now in Eric’s new room, assembling furniture for the guy. And the man himself was helping, asking questions on how to do such things himself so he could earn his keep for the time he was going to spend there. Your dads refused to take rent from him, maybe Joel could teach him to fix a few simple things?

And what’s more perfect? He fucking liked this guy!

What’s not to like? He’s nice, funny, a great listener, a great conversationalist, so eager to learn, more than willing to help. It’s as if he was a great guy or something. There was also the fact that he went through literal shit that should’ve guaranteed him ending up drunk, drugged up or dead in a ditch somewhere, but no, no, the man persevered, climbed his way out of the fucking rut he was in and emerged victorious, got himself a nursing degree wiping tables and cleaning toilets. The man worked with sick children for crying out loud. He wore stickers on his scrubs! And he? Joel Miller? He ripped things with his hands and hammers shit.

He was definitely not a match for this Eric dude.

He wanted to voice out his unease at this ex-boyfriend who was taken from you so cruelly, really unhappy with the man’s recent but constant presence in your life, but everyone, and he really meant everyone liked him so much Joel couldn’t help but wonder if saying anything would lead to him being ostracized.

And even if they understood his insecurity regarding the man, what exactly was he insecure about? The man didn’t touch you. Never attempted to kiss you or do anything inappropriate with you. Even he felt silly about being so insecure, but he couldn’t help it. He hated the fact that Andrew’s words got to him, ashamed of it, in fact.

His insecurity was affecting his relationship, if that was what it was, with you. He no longer spent the night at your place, sometimes taking Ellie out to the park with Sarah, but not with you. He didn’t hug or kiss you if Eric was present, worried that the was pushing the fact that he could do so in the poor man’s face. Jen flaunted her new men on IG for him to see, and he knew first hand that it was not a great feeling. He would rather not do that to Eric – the man had been through so much after all.

He knew nothing happened between you and Eric those two nights he spent at your place, he believed everything you told him, but he found himself feeling out of place. He had been introduced to your ‘family’, and felt like he belonged, but this guy came in and Joel just felt like these days, Eric was more ‘family’ to all of them, even his own family, than he was. That they would prefer you ending up with him, the perfect guy everyone liked. And that, coupled with his insecurity, was not a good combination.

So he tolerated the man’s constant presence, knowing that in doing so, he was withdrawing from you, little by little, justifying his actions by telling himself he simply wanted to give you and Eric the chance to get to know each other again, silently finishing that sentence to himself – in case the two of them wanted to get back together. He was subtle about it, he was sure. You wouldn’t notice.

**********

You noticed. You definitely noticed. Joel was pulling away from you, although you had no idea why. You asked him, but he denied anything weird, just said he was busy with work. He was around, but not around at the same time. He hadn’t stayed over, kept his hands to himself whenever Eric was around, which was often, these days. He even came over after work, especially if his shifts ended early. Now that he’d moved in with your dads, he stopped by to see Ellie as much as he could.

Nell was nice to him, he told you. He just wanted to be in Ellie’s life, if you didn’t mind. He took her out back and played with her, sitting with her as she learnt to read, basically becoming the babysitter you needed, seeing as you still needed to work. Plus, having him around sort of put an ease in your heart, you would be alone with Ellie otherwise, Ethan going out to meet clients more and more these days now that his leg was all better. Tess helped when she was free, the three of them often spending time together, bonding, making sure Ellie felt she was wanted, that she was safe, that she had family.

But Joel was finding more and more excuses to exclude you from his time with Ellie. Taking her to the park when you had people over, or when you were busy with work rather than when you were free. Movie nights at his place instead of yours, telling you he thought you would be joining them, while not exactly inviting you to do so.

You couldn’t help but wonder if Andrew’s arrival had something to do with it. You didn’t want to bother him with too many questions – after all, you were the one who was reluctant to go into a full blown relationship with him due to all the drama in your life. And all that happenings with Nell and your mother… it would take a really special man to tolerate all that just to be with you. You thought he was such a man, but maybe you were wrong?

Not that you could be angry about it. You couldn’t blame him. What had happened to you, around you, all the revelations these few weeks had been a lot. So if he was hesitant, if he was finally realizing the weight of what it would mean to be dating you, you had to understand. You had to take a step back. You wouldn’t want to date you either.

**********

It was Tommy’s birthday. Instead of a party, he wanted to go for a few drinks with the boys. So Tommy, Joel, Kyle, Ethan, Eric, along with some of the guys from his company went to the usual bar for a few rounds. It’d been a little over a couple of weeks since Andrew’s words first haunted Joel, and he was starting to feel a bit more relaxed and secure around the guy. It really did seem that Eric just wanted to get along with everyone, that he wanted to be in Ellie’s life. Be part of the gang.

He was starting to feel bad about you. He had been pulling back, and truth be told, he missed you. He missed you so badly he had taken to peeking through his window at your bedroom window hoping to see you before bedtime, just so he could go to sleep. You had stopped asking him questions, basically just accepting his excuses for not spending as much time with you with a smile and a nod. And to be honest, your acceptance was starting to scare him. You didn’t even offer to kiss him the last time he saw you. Maybe you caught on to his reluctance when he hesitated that time he dropped Ellie off? Eric was there. So he didn’t kiss you, wanting to spare the guy’s feelings. And now he’s starting to worry that you were pulling back from him. He definitely didn’t want that.

He wanted to fix it. Perhaps take you out on a romantic dinner? Maybe get Tess or Maria or his Mama or even your dads to babysit the girls and take you for a short getaway? It wouldn’t be too soon, he met you during a vacation, after all. Make things right? Finally declare his love for you? Drive the message home, once and for all? Be with you for real?

A soft hand caressing his arm jolted him out of his thought.

“Hi Joel, long time no see! I’ve missed you!” Lucy greeted him, leaning too close to him for his liking, trying to kiss him on the cheek. He pulled back, shocked at how brazen this woman had become. He had never given him the idea that she could do that to him, he had been avoiding her as well as he could, and still, she found it acceptable to get that close to him.

He moved to the next chair over. Lucy pouted. “Come on, Joel, we’re not doing anything wrong. Just one drink. You do owe me one for cancelling on me. At least talk to me before you reject me?”

Joel was about to retort when one of his buddies, Carl, came stumbling to the table, sitting next to Lucy. He began chatting her up, and she hesitantly replied, glancing at Joel, hoping he would save her. The guy didn’t touch her, simply asked who she was. Lucy, clearly not knowing he was an acquaintance of Joels, snuggled up to Joel, telling him she was with him.

“No you’re not. I know his girlfriend. You’re not Aria,” Carl said. Kyle came to the table, asking Joel if he had seen Ethan. He clocked Lucy, and the way she was sitting too close to Joel, clear discomfort on Joel’s face. “Hi, I’m Kyle, you look familiar?”

“I’m Lucy. We met at that picnic you guys had at Aria’s house?”

Kyle nodded, eyes looking at the way she got closer to Joel when he moved away.

“This guy right here,” Carl said, side hugging Kyle, “Is Aria’s best friend. Stand-up guy. Wait, you used to date her, didn’t you?” he slurred.

Kyle didn’t get a chance to respond, the guy started hurling all over the floor. Kyle groaned and took him into the bathroom to help him clean up. Joel took the opportunity to move to the bar, but Lucy must have been born with an extra thick set of skin or something, she simply followed.

“She’s still hanging around her ex? And you’re okay with that?”

Joel shrugged. “They’ve been friends forever.”

“See, that’s not right,” she cooed. “A man like you deserves a woman’s full attention. Aren’t you afraid she would go back to him?”

Joel ignored her.

“Come on, Joel. One drink. Just one. Give me a chance.”

“I told you, Lucy, I’m with someone. I’m not looking to date anyone else.”

“She must not be so serious about you, you know, if she has an ex still in her circle of friends. I’m a woman, I should know. We don’t keep exes around for nothing, you know.”

Joel still ignored her.

“Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she said, finally accepting defeat, taking her purse and leaving.

**********

Joel couldn’t sleep that night. He went out to the balcony facing his backyard for a smoke. He knew he shouldn’t think about it anymore, but Lucy’s words were now piling onto Andrew’s. He hated the feeling, especially since he was just managing to get Andrew’s poison out of his head. Just as he was stubbing the cigarette out, he heard the kitchen door to your house open. You came out, the trash in your hand. He longed to make his presence known, maybe make that cutesy thing people do, wave at each other shyly across the street kind of thing. But he didn’t. He watched you put the trash in the bin, and Eric came out. Eric, Kyle and Ethan decided to just stay over, too drunk to drive home, even if they didn’t live that far away. He heard Eric mumble something about taking the bins out for you, one hand already on the bin, telling you to back inside.

He went inside, the insecurity and jealousy bubbling back up in his chest. God, he hated the fact that it was so easy for him to be affected by these people’s poisons. They both obviously had ulterior motives. Andrew wanted you back, Lucy wanted him. Of course they would say things like that. Doesn’t mean it would happen. You wouldn’t do that to him. He trusted you fully.

But he had given you reason to believe that he wasn’t as committed to this as he initially said he would be. And he knew that. He wanted to slap himself in the face, what the heck was he doing? Why was he torturing himself like this? He should go to you, make things right. Now. Before it’s too late.

He glanced out his window to your room, checking to see if your lights were out. It wasn’t. Okay, that’s good. He’ll go over.

A movement under the window caught his attention. It was dark, but he could clearly see two people standing between your houses, talking in whispers. And he didn’t need the lights to see Eric being one of them, the woman leaning on your wall, Eric looming over her, kissing her.

It was you. Eric was kissing you.

Joel’s heart stopped beating.

**********

Joel didn’t see you at all for a few days after that. He avoided you at all costs. Even you could see it. He didn’t make eye contact as he walked to his truck when you went out to check your mail. He didn’t come for coffee, he didn’t say hi. He didn’t take Ellie with him to the park, he didn’t even text or call. It was as if you didn’t exist.

You really didn’t know how to respond to him. But you figured, seeing as he had steadily pulled away from you since the thing with Nell and your mother, and then Andrew, that you shouldn’t be too surprised.

He made up his mind. And he decided he was no longer interested.

And there was nothing you could do to stop him. It was his life. And he had every right to live it without your stupid drama.

After those initial few days of pretending you didn’t exist, he reverted to being the friendly neighbour. He smiled when he saw you, but nothing further. He picked up Ellie for park time again, but his texts to you were short, asking if Ellie was available. He sent the girls to your dads’ for a swim, but as far as things with you were, he was a neighbour. Cordial, but no more.

It hurt, but you accepted it.

You were at the grocery store one day, your dads had taken Ellie to the dentist a block away. You were browsing the Chef Boyardee selection when a tiny hand pulled on your skirt.

“Sarah?”

She looked worried. Scared, even. “Aya, help Daddy,” she said, urgency in her voice.

You immediately went after her, the little girl going to the main isle just a few yards away, where Joel was standing still, unmoving, a well-dressed lady you had never met before smiling in front of him. He was frozen, staring at this lady, who was smugly holding her pregnant belly, a handsome model-esque man standing next to her.

You didn’t exactly know what to do, not knowing who these people were, and things with Joel were not exactly going well these few days, but Sarah was looking at you with her pleading eyes, silently begging you to help Daddy.

You got nearer, and you heard this woman coo about how excited she was to meet her baby, not long to go now! The man next to her just stood there, ignoring the woman, eyes on his phone.

“Hey, honey,” you heard yourself say. “They didn’t have the ravioli, you think she would mind… oh, hello!” you chirped, picking Sarah up. “Who’re they, honey?”

Joel seemed to snap out of his stupor, placing his arm around your shoulder. “This is Jen, my ex. This is Aria, my girlfriend.”

Jen’s face snapped, the smug smile she had on disappeared like magic. “My husband, Marco,” she said, a little too loudly, the man’s phone ringing, and he immediately walked away from her to answer, not even bothering to shake your hand.

“Oh, hello. Nice to met you. So, what do you think? The spaghetti or the penne?”

“She won’t eat either, you know that. Let’s just find them elsewhere.”

“Okay!” you said, hoisting Sarah up more steadily in your arms, the little girl clinging to you, facing away from her mother.

Oh shit, this was Sarah’s mother.

“We should go, traffic’s gonna be bad soon,” Joel said, grabbing your hand in his, fingers interlaced. You couldn’t help notice how Jen’s eyes followed his movements. Just as you were stepping away, a polite smile thrown her way, Sarah asked if she could have her ice cream. Joel nodded, taking her from you, telling you he would be right back, giving you a quick kiss on the lips. He’ll meet you at the check-out. You said okay and began pushing the cart.

“You know, you will get bored of him too,” Jen snarked.

“Excuse me?” you asked sweetly, determined not to let this woman win.

“All he does is work. He will leave you wanting.”

“If you say so,” you said, turning to push the cart again. But she took you by the arm.

“He’s clingy, too, never lets you out of his sight. Boring as hell. Wants to stay in all night. And when that little thing was born, all he cared about was her. You just watch, he’ll do it to you too.”

You turned to fully face her, your face scrunched up in confusion. “So, let me get this straight. He’s a hard worker, providing for his family, he’s a loving man who wants to spend time with you, and he’s a good father, those are your points?”

She didn’t respond. You could see her jaws clench tight.

“Well, good thing you left him, then. I hope your new husband is everything you’ve ever wanted, a man who doesn’t work, absent, parties too much and neglects his child! Good luck!” you said, just as Joel rejoined you, placing the ice cream in the cart, his hand quickly placed on the small of your back.

Jen stomped past you out of the store, searching for her husband, who you now saw was smoking across the street, next to some fancy car, still on his phone. She snapped at him, and the man rolled his eyes, unlocking the doors. They zoomed off just as you paid for the groceries.

You walked out together. You took out the ice cream from your cart and handed it to a very happy Sarah. “Well, see you around,” you said awkwardly, and walked away.

“Aria,” he called. You stopped and turned. His face was unreadable, but his mouth opened and closed, before finally saying he’ll Venmo you the money for the ice cream. No need, you said, my treat, and then walked away.

**********

That night, Joel had another sleepless night, as all his nights had been since he saw you and Eric kissing. He didn’t even confront you. He couldn’t. Not without blaming himself for it happening. He pulled away from you, what was he expecting? That you would just wait around for him? This wonderful man just walked back into your life, and like an idiot, he pulled away. He basically drove you into his arms.

But he needed to thank you for today. He had frozen when he ran into Jen, the woman smugly introducing her dashing husband to him, bragging about her happy life, and cooing about her soon to be bundle of joy. He stared at her dumbly as she excitedly went on and on about her new baby. Not once did she even glance at Sarah, or even acknowledged her, when she was standing right there, holding his hand. He couldn’t believe how self-absorbed, how vapid, how mind-numbingly shallow this woman he waited for after she threw him out was. What the fuck was wrong with him that he was so in love with her before?

He heard what you said to Jen, his heart clenching hearing you defend him to his ex, knowing that you were no longer his. But what was he to do? It was his own fault things happened the way it did. He couldn’t even be angry at you. He tried to thank you when you were leaving, but the words didn’t come to him.

He needed to text you, see if you were up for a talk, so he could thank you properly, and maybe apologize to you for pulling away. Perhaps, he would even wish you and Eric well. Perhaps it was time to accept things the way they were and let go. Move on. You’re all adults. You can still be friends.

He went to his window to see if your light was still on again, it was after midnight. He shouldn’t simply call.

That was a mistake.

There you were, once again, pressed up against your side wall between the houses, Eric kissing you passionately, hands roaming all over your body.

Joel threw himself on his bed, shaking his head, his acceptance wavering. He understood not wanting to do that with Ellie in the house, but must you do that in plain view of his window, in his line of sight? He laid on his back, staring at the ceiling, willing himself to sleep, although he knew it might never happen.

An hour went by, he heard Eric drive away and the door closing. He still couldn’t sleep. Another hour passed, and he was still awake, his head beginning to hurt from trying to fall asleep. His phone buzzed, it was you. He ignored it, not really in the mood to talk right now. It buzzed again, he still ignored it, placing the phone under his mattress to not be bothered. He laid back on his back, his head now full of too many things he didn’t want to think about. He stared at the ceiling again.

A light was shone in his window.

What?

The light was blinking furiously. He sat up. It was coming from your window.

Ellie was at your window, a torch light in her tiny hand, her face the definition of fear, mouthing ‘Aya’ at him.

---

Part 15

[dreamyzhou]

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.

[ericgold42]

My house guests Pt 1

Hey bro WELCUM 2 the golden sunny state Br0 , need a place to stay br0? No prob, u can stay wit me. Oh, your girlfriend's with you? Ugh, that's ok, I got room. How long til u find a hotel , ymm that's almost a week bro but ok.

Later that night ..

Yo bro, u guys still up ? (Opening the door without knocking, the dude and his gf were startled they were both just in underwear) " yea were up he said" yah? cool, let's go have some beer in my hot tub and chill . Ur girl um..BTW what's your names again? " I'm Johnny n this is Amanda" he said in his thick Texas accent.

Ok cool , I was pretty drunk earlier my bad. I'm Eric everyone calls me Mr. Gold.

This statement made the couples eyes fall into a hypnotic like state and from them on they just like agreed with everything I said.

Amanda said she needed a few minutes to get ready..So I took Johnny outside to have a beer and feel the hot breeze. I of coarse had my own plans for Johnny 😈 💛💪🏼

To be continued....

Until then ,Come join the Golden army bro get broified and get set up with your kit and start bonding with real Br0s @brodygold was super helpful wit me so he will help u n get u part of the team asap .

Stay tuned 🪙

[alornights]

⟢ 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.

[thedoodlenoodle14]

Ok sooo...a cool person ( @regretfullyrave ), convinced me to create a post about a few of my OCs for my future murder drones AU called "It lives on Ebony 8" and welll.....here it is! XD

I'll also first say that my AU takes place on a completely different Exoplanet called Ebony 8 (which instead of being ice and snow is mostly just forest and rivers, no oceans tho, unfortunately), but still used to be inhabited by humans before the disassembly drones attacked 😅

But, here's a list of my MD OCs! :3 or at least, the OC's I think are most important XD

1. Xane- Grumpy boi Xane! XD Before he was sent to earth, he, as well as two other disassembly drone ocs, Beta and Green, had a virus implanted within them which became known as "The Dark Matter infection" (which sort of gave Cyn an easy access to, not take them as hosts, but use them as puppets instead). Although Xane loves to fight, he hates to fight when controlled by Cyn and wishes to find a cure.

Other than that, Xane may seem pretty threatening, but deep down he's a big softie (he won't admit it tho XD)

2. Eric- Eric is my worker drone oc, and possibly the main character of my AU 👀 his parents once studied the disassembly drones and the The Dark Matter infection and after their death, Eric continued their work, but also befriended Xane and helps to find a cure for him.

Eric is smart, but not a very good fighter XD but he's kind and willing to give second chances. He finds disassembly drones way more fascinating than scary too lol

3. Green - (creative name, I know TvT) Just like Xane, Green also has the Dark Matter infection. When she landed on Ebony 8, she took a lot of damage. Her weapon system was damaged beyond repair, leaving her somewhat defenceless. However, without her weapon system, she couldn't easily overheat, meaning she didn't have a need to kill worker drones for oil. She actually ended up befriending a worker drone colony and becoming sort of a protector of them. Green is pretty chill and laid back tho and not overly dramatic like Xane XD

4. Beta - Once again, he has the Dark Matter infection too 😅 he's still a character I'm developing, but from what I can say, he's a pretty jumpy and paranoid dude and always nervous. And his best friend is a cat called Milo! :3 (Beta is a major cat person XD)

(I don't have an updated design for him yet 😅)

5. M - M is the leader of one of the disassembly drone squads (Xane's ex-squad too). She...uh...also killed Eric's parents...heh....😅 M is also kind of in love with Xane (despite Xane not feeling the same way at all XD), but M is pretty much a psychopath. However, I do want to continue developing her and perhaps giving her some motivations to her actions. Like...I know M is pretty evil...but I do believe she might be capable of change somehow.....just gotta keep developing her character 😅

(I also don't have an image for her yet XD)

6. Cortex - one of my newer Ocs, who was originally a worker drone, but I changed him to a disassembly drone instead XD He's M's twin brother, but I haven't developed a solid backstory or personality for this character yet. All I can say I that...he's not at crazy as M 😅 I'm still also trying to decide whether he would be a villain or not, but I have been thinking of giving him a similar role to J in some way.

As an added bonus, here's a little concept of Cortex when he was still a worker drone in development 👀

But yea...those are just the OCs that I think are pretty important in my AU so far :D they're all a work in progress and will probably change over time (except Xane, of course) :3

Also, go follow @regretfullyrave. They're cool! :3 And I also don't wanna get charged for tax evasion by W lmao