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brilium · 1 year ago

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❥ DAY 5. Clothed Sex! with Jean Kirstein

Summary. You're a pain in the ass for Jean, and for you? He's a nuisance before meeting up with Eren for a hook up. Fortunately, the two best students of Dr. Smith are smart (or horny) enough to find a middle point where they can do more than fighting.

Content Warning.Fem! reader, no use of Y/N, all characters are adults, smut, fingering, masturbation (f. recieving), vaginal sex, teasing, edging.

Word count. 3,169.

Author’s note. This was kinda hard to write since I'm rlly used to write about Jean but I tried to keep his personality as I wrote it hehe

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Jean kept talking about something about God knows what. At this point you aren’t trying to pay attention anymore while you play with the border of your high socks on your thigh, thinking of maybe cutting it to get rid of the ugly rids of the past dye color that you still have.

Doctor Smith knew that you had potential, but you just weren’t interested in attending class or at least paying attention to him the few times that you showed up to class. So he had to try another way to make you learn.

And what’s better than pairing you for the final project with the top class student Jean Kirstein? Well, it was better for you and a total migraine for him.

The clock kept ticking on the isolated study room while Jean kept talking and typing on his laptop hoping that you were at least awake.

“I can work on the first part of the theoretical framework while you…” Jean raises his head to look at you clearly ignoring him and sighs. “Are you even listening to me?”

You huff, leaning on your elbows resting on the table and turning slightly to look at him beside you, Jean rolls his eyes when you just can yawn in response and nod sleepy while you tap quickly on your phone.

“Yeah, you’ll do the theoretical shit and all that stuff. Just tell me what’s my part and I’ll send it to you later, ’kay?” He swears on the low and shakes his head at your comment, you just giggle at your phone ignoring him and typing again.

Jean has a very low patience. Really Low.

So he extends his hand to grab your phone and toss it on the table to grab your attention, but before his hand finally grabs it, the picture on your phone calls for his attention.

Apparently, you weren’t paying attention to your damn final project because you were chatting with Eren Jaeger to drop at his dorm later. If Jean was already mad, knowing that the reason that his partner was ignoring him it’s because she was telling that idiot how you’re counting the minutes that you both reserved the study room to end so he can finally fuck her made him go furious.

“What the fuck!? Are you really making plans with Jaeger right now!?”

You startle, turning your whole body at him feeling the hot warmth growing on your cheeks and —finally— putting your phone down.

“Why are you looking at my phone in the first place?” You stand up, shoving violently the chair behind you. “I don’t even care about this damn final project. Fuck it— I’m done with this.”

Jean is faster than you in trying to leave and stands up too to grab your wrist and hold you from leaving. His grip is tight, not enough to hurt you but for as much as you shake your wrist in a try to get free, he keeps holding you.

“You won’t leave until we’ve finished this shit!” Jean pulls your wrist closer to him, making you look up at him to hold his gaze. “I need the credits to keep my scholarship and I won’t let you ruin it for me.”

“I don’t care about your stupid scholarship” You hiss, looking firmly at his eyes and laughing cynically. “Move away or I’ll scream”.

“You’ll scream?” Jean snorts, his free hand going up to your chin and forcing you to look at him. This time, the grip is a little bit rougher, his fingers pressing on both of your cheeks to keep you firm. “Go on, scream, scream as loud as you want. Anyways, scream and whine it’s the only thing you can do, right? That’s why you’re hooking up with Jaeger”.

Your eyes go wide as your hand grabs the neck of his shirt tightly, bringing him closer and feeling his warmth breath against your face. He’s talking out of his anger, but you’re reaching your limit too.

“Yeah, Jaeger it’s pretty good at making me scream, whine and beg for more. I guess that you use that as an insult just because you’ve never been with a girl.” You pout to take a fake sad tone of voice. “Get your nose out from the books and taste the real world, Kristein”.

“Really bold of you to tell me that when you are the total opposite of me” Jean slightly turns his head to the side, his grip on your chin got lighter but his face is closer.

"So you admit that you’re a virgin?” You snort, leaning your head to the opposite side, too.

“Try it for yourself and let’s see who is the wrong one”.

Jean doesn’t even give you time to answer when his hand on your chin already traveled to the back of your neck and grabbed your face against his into a kiss. You whimper against his lips, feeling weak legs and having to hold his shoulders for support.

It’s hard for you to admit how good a kisser he is, his lips sucking on your so sweetly and passing his tongue slowly through your lower lip in a try to join his tongue to the kiss. It gets harder for you to resist as his hands slowly slide down through your body to play with the border of your skirt on your waist.

By pride, you try to keep it like a simple kiss but his hands go up to stop on the verge of your shirt and squeezing the skin of your waist causes you to whimper and let him finally use his tongue.

He’s holding you firmly as you both continue, he groans softly when he pulls back and you grab him to bring him again to you. Your breathing is hard and your legs tremble as his hands slowly caress you under your shirt, teasing you by just barely touching the lower part of your breasts and passing softly your thumb against your nipples above the material of your bra.

“Are you scared to touch some boobs for the first time? Is that so?” You tease, throwing your head back as he starts to kiss your neck and push you gently to the table, noticing how you were changing from leg to leg to keep standing and letting you lie a little on the cold surface.

Jean chuckles and bites softly on your neck, kissing it and feeling how good your back arches under him. The movement of your body lets you feel his hard crotch touching softly your stomach, causing you both to groan by how sensitive you are already.

Jean sucks hard on your neck before answering, making you squirm on the cold surface with a soft whine.

“Nah, I just want to let Jaeger believe that you were needy for him when I actually got you ready” He winked at you and you chuckled in response.

“Fuck you. In your drea—” Jean thrusts between your legs, almost making you let out a lewd moan, but you bite your lower lip on time to not let him get what he wants.

You're about to swear at him and tell him that he's an idiot, but his thumbs curl at the border of your skirt and start to toss it down, revealing slowly more of your skin and making you shiver. Jean is impatient and hard right now, at the point to stop pulling it down at the level of the middle of your calves when he notices that you weren't wearing any underwear. He has to bite his lip to not moan at the sight of your soaked pussy already clenching to feel him inside.

So you were so whiny before because of that, huh?

His hand travels between your folds to caress your entrance and feel your fluids moistening his fingers, he opens his mouth to say the dirtiest thing about the pool between your thighs thanks to the absence of underwear, but you speak before he can say anything.

“Don’t say it” You struggle to talk, moaning softly as the dip of his fingers teases you. “My initial plan was to meet Eren after finishing this shit—”

Even though he’s wearing jeans. with the fabric as a barrier between you both, his thrust really got you trembling in arousal for feeling more. The fold of his zipper teases you so bad as he grinds slowly between thrusts, rubbing on your clit with the right fucking peace.

Your lip is starting to get a taste of iron between your teeths by how hard you are biting yourself to hold the moans but when he grabs the border of your high sock to pull it and let it go back to your skin with a soft slap. You let go a cute and small whimper as he does the same with the other leg.

“Huh? Did I hear something?” He asks, using a fake surprised tone as he thrusts, your lower lip holds it again, but your muffled moans against your hands says the opposite. “Again! What could it be? Rats?”

He keeps wondering about your noises and strangled moans, between every question it comes a thrust that has you trembling and shutting your eyes with a strength that has you almost seeing lights.

“J–Jean!” You whine through a moan, your voice coming out high pitched and making him grin with pride.

“Yes?” He smiles down at you, some strings of his hair falling on his face and sticking on his forehead.

He stopped thrusting to see how you struggle to breathe and your swollen lower lip is trembling, calling for his lips to get it to a worse state. But there's a bigger swollen pain between his legs. His boxers definitely are stained with a wet spot of precum, all the thrusting play got him sensitive too.

But he doesn’t want to be the one giving up first.

You murmur very softly three words that throw your pride to the floor, Jean clearly hears them as music to his ears.

“Can you repeat it more clearly, dear? Just to be sure that I hear someone whining and begging my name"

“I won’t. Just put it already—”

Jean introduced two fingers inside you before you could keep fighting, his fingers are long. Fucking long. So you are already squirming and biting your hand to hold the moans as he keeps fingering you and filling the room with the wet sounds of your cunt dripping on the table.

Fuck, now I understand why no one comes to the study rooms.

Then, your phone pops with a notification. Definitely is a message from Eren and you have to take a deep breath, trying to get a coherent sentence out from your mouth filled with the sounds of your pussy clenching around Jean’s fingers.

“J–Jean, please— Let me answer Eren.”

“Hmm? I didn’t asked you to say his fucking name right now” His fingers get a quicker peace, curling on the weak spot inside you that causes your back to arche and leave a hard bite mark on your hand to hold the lewd sound coming from your mouth. “I asked you to repeat what you said before that.”

Even in your current state, breathing hard and with a hot feeling pooling on your chest of your incoming orgasm, you deny with your head. Your pride was thrown away since you started moaning his name, what is stopping you right now is only the embarrassment of admitting that your pussy is clenching for him.

Jean is not really happy with your answer, sighing and pulling away his hands from you to sit again in front of his laptop, trying to fix his hair as he sighs, pretending to focus again on the screen. You whine in response, feeling a mix of emotions inside you: anger, sadness, disappointment. Everything at the same time.

“Why did you stop!? You’re fucking hard, I can see it even through your jeans!” The tone of your voice is unstable, trembling and feeling like your orgasm is about to go away. “Come on, Jean!”

Jean chuckles, his hand touching softly his thigh up and down to heal the pain a little.

“I won’t fuck you if you don’t ask for it.”

This motherfucker.

“If you ask me to fuck you,” Jean continues, unbulcking his belt to pull down a little his jeans and boxers at the same time, he’s needy as much as you that by the only feeling of the fabric passing through his aching dick makes him groan “I’ll do your part of the project, even if Doctor Smith doubts my words, I’ll convince him that we did it together.”

You already forgot about the damn project. But, the desperation of needing those credits to pass the semester joined to the desperation of needing to cum lead you to get off of the table and sit on his lap with struggle caused by your shaking. You hold his shoulder with one hand as you positionate your entrance above his hard crotch with your other hand to hold his base and put his dip right on the entry of your wet cunt.

“Please… Fuck me” You whisper desperately as your cheeks are a turning into a burning red, doing your best to hold his gaze as he chuckles and grabs firmly your hips, he licks his lips and smiles before answering.

“As you order.”

Jean bites his lip and pushes your hips down roughly, making you let out a bit too high a moan as his hard length stretches you out. In your thoughts, the fear of someone hearing you is forgotten, you just want him to start thrusting as hard as he was doing before, putting you in a worse state than before.

He doesn’t seem to care either. Jean’s moans are vibrating against the crook of your neck, using all his strength to hold himself from the need to mark you up.

But using Eren’s toy without him knowing feels so good.

“Fuuuck—” Jean groans against your neck as you move back and forwards on his lap, his nails are marking you under your sweater to keep you taking him as deep as you can while you move your hips. “This pussy is so fucking tight and wet for me, huh?”

You nod, you don’t know at what you are been agreeding, you just are tasting every second and thrust of how good it feels his cock hitting on you. Jean grabs your waist more firmly to lift you slightly so he can bring his hips up to thrust with more strength everytime he slams on you.

The soft moans coming out from your mouth when his curvature starts to hit on your sensitive spot are being held on the shoulder of his shirt, holding it so hard that you might rip it. The sweet release of your orgasm is coming from the foreplay, Jean notices it, so he picks you up to pull you out of him and put you again on the table.

Obviously, he pushes his laptop aside to put you on the table. In his desperation of getting inside you again, the laptop almost falls from it and you gasp almost scared.

“Jean! Your laptop!” You try to advertise him, but his dick getting inside you again makes you hold a breath in surprise as he starts to thrust again. The table is shaking almost violently as he hits hard on your pussy. “I–Idiot! It’s g-going to fall!—”

He ignores you, lifting a little of your sweater to hold your waist firmly on the table, exposing a little bit of your abdomen for him. You whimper at the cold feeling of the material, squeezing him harder and he lets out a weak whine in response.

“I don’t care, you’re about to cum, I feel it.” Although Jean’s comment, his thrusts lose their quick peace, but every hit is harder and deeper. Your hands travel above your head to hold the border of the table, torturing your lower lip to hold the moans. “Cum for me, cum all over my cock—”

His order resonates on your brain so hard along with his thrusts that you moan his name against the back of your hand as you squirm and shake when your orgasm hits you. All your body burns on his thrust trying to keep the same strength with your walls squeezing him.

“J–Jean…!” He keeps hitting inside you to let you ride your orgasm as long as you can, loving the sound of your whines and soft moans. You don’t want him to pull out for anything in the world “C–Cum inside, please!”

But he denies with his head, pulling out from you when he feels his orgasm about to explode and pumping his length up and down above you, throwing the white lines of his cum on your exposed stomach that slowly start to drip down to your swollen cunt.

He breathes hard, holding the table at the sides of your legs trying to recover. You are almost in the same state, breathing hard while you look at the dark bite marks on your hand. “W–Why didn't you cum inside? It’s okay for me.”

“Nah,” He laughs breathly, straightening up as he smiles, fixing his jeans and fixing his shriveled shirt and looking for something inside his backpack, moving this around until he grabs a pack of tissues and hands you one. “I wanted Jaeger to believe that he’s the only one giving you a good orgasm today.”

You snort, taking the tissue to clean your abdomen and fix your appearance too, biting your lip remembering that you’re still on plans to see Eren later.

“What makes you believe that that was a good orgasm?”

“The dark marks on your hand say otherwise” He smiles, grabbing his laptop from the border and sitting on the chair again, ready to start working again.

He literally had you cumming on that spot before and now he's typing again like nothing happened? Fucking nerd. You think with a smile as you grab your things and look at the messages from Eren.

“Are you sure that you can do it alone? I can stay a little longer if you want.” It’s weird to hear you wanting to help on it, but he shakes his head smiling and looks up at you.

”I think that if you stay here, we won’t get this thing finished in time.”

You smirk, walking to the door and stopping on it before leaving, turning to him with a soft blush on your cheeks.

“Only for curiosity” You balance on your feets, playing with your fingers. “I also need a partner for a presentation for the class with Professor Ackerman. Do you want to…?”

Jean smiles, winking at you as he answers.

“See you next week in the same room? I'll go all the way in so don't make plans with that idiot".

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sanaxo-o · 7 months ago

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Magnetic (Eric Sohn)

Too @sohnric : Happiest Birthday my Eric Stan 🥺. Omg you’re older now damn…okay to start off I hope you enjoy your day to the fullest and keep on being unhinged like always 🥺. Thank you for always being there for me and saving my ass from Izzy 🧍‍♀️. I love you loads and I hope you always know that. This is just something small I prepared for you since well…it’s your birthday. I hope you enjoy this even tho it’s not that good 🥺😭. Love you <3 and yes this is the reason why I did not ask you too beta read the Eric fic 🧍‍♀️💔. P.S don’t worry I did not stay up the whole night. I set an alarm clock to wake up sat 3:30 😚. I hope I wake up 🧍‍♀️. If it comes late then you know why that is! Well last but not least, enjoy your day to the fullest :) let’s keep on talking about Weak Hero Class 1 and what not in the future too <3

Warnings/Genre: friends too lovers, cursing, making out, mentions of food, Eric is kind of flirty (I tried), sunshine x moon trope, reader is very oblivious, reader is a psychology major (idk if psychology majors have jury or no but I searched on google and google said arts students have jury so I think I am right but ik it’s wrong!), drinking but not really since they don’t drink in the scene (reader is just getting the after effects of drinking), reader likes to crochet! A small joke made out of the Shakespeare drama Julius Caesar 😭. I guess that’s it…lmk if I miss anything!

Word count: 6,077

Sana: Hihi, I am back with an Eric fic (I have more Eric fics than I have for my own bias wow). This is just a small something I wrote for bar so I hope you guys also like this. A special and huge thanks to @quaissants @strayed-quokka and @o-onikix for beta reading this and helping me in the process. And also a huge thanks to @sungbeam for making the banner for me 🥺🫶🏻. Love you. I was too scared to ask ally to beta because it was not my best work 💔. I was gonna add the other banner for this but then my friends moms said that it looks like he has a pacifier in his mouth so I was like nvm 😭.

Taglist: @cloverdaisies @sohnric @mosviqu @deoboyznet

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All this was new to you. These feelings, these butterflies wandering in your stomach, the feeling of love, those red cheeks, the feeling of falling in love and at last, him. He was new to you.

All these feelings you had were so new for you. Deep down you always knew and expected to love a man similar to you, and yet he was the complete opposite of what you could’ve imagined.

That is why it was a complete shock for you when you understood your true feelings for Eric Sohn, who was the complete opposite of what you expected your partner to be.

He was like the sun, always bright and drawing everyone's attention, annoying the hell out of them. And you were like the moon, lover of quiet places because they’d let you wander around your own world.

He was the polar opposite of you. You liked having your own space while he…well he loved getting into other’s space and annoying the hell out of them. That’s how you liked to describe him most of the time.

If anyone ever asked you what you thought about Eric,the first thing to come to your mind was ‘He’s a good guy but he’s noisy.’ Which is true! No matter the time or place,Eric would always have at least some energy to spare for you.

Sometimes you admire him for having that much energy in him. Like how can someone go a whole day screaming here and there without feeling tired or having a sore throat??

Blinking your eyes,you look down at the crochet you were working on, only to sigh in disappointment when you realise that you had messed up the pattern, again.

Still continuing with your work,you pay no mind to the people around you who were talking and screaming loudly with their fellow peers. You were fixated on finishing on whatever this was going to turn out to be.

“What’s that?” You hear a voice ask from beside you which makes you halt your hands and look up, only to give out a small grin when you realise that it was none other than Eric Sohn.

“Ah well…it was supposed to be a cute frog but I don’t know what it is anymore.” You mumble quietly as you go back to crocheting the now demonic frog (that was your personal assumption).

“I think it’s cute though.” He says softly as he looks into your eyes when you look up at him again.

You divert your gaze everywhere around the room, just to ignore his. Everything was now interesting, even the guy who was hogging the food. Your cheeks continue growing bright in colour as you try your best to avoid his intense gaze.

“You do not have a good taste then.” You say with sass as you elbow his stomach when he snorts at your reply.

“Really? But I am friends with you. Does that still mean I have bad taste?” He says cheekily and places his head on his hands which were placed on the table. Looking up at you he brings his hands up and pokes your cheek softly.

“That’s not what I meant! You know that!” You yell at him but soon a small smile comes up on your lips when you feel his fingers poking your cheek continuously.

“Your words, not mine but, let’s leave it like that. I came here to ask you something else..” Eric says that as he sits up properly while fixing his now messy hair.

You stop your hands from crocheting as you push Eric's hands away from his hair when you realise that he is just making them more messy than they already were.

“Your eyes are pretty..” Eric whispers softly. You momentarily stop fixing his hair, as you stare into his eyes for a moment, only to cough to hide your embarrassment.

“Stop that..” you say shyly as you fix his last strand of hair and move away from him to keep some gap between you two which you had closed without neither of you guys realising.

“Stop what? And you coughed on my face, thank you very much.” He says sarcastically as he grabs your handkerchief to wipe his face jokingly.

“Whatever,” you mumble as you snatch your handkerchief from his hand and go back to crocheting. “What did you want to talk about anyways?” You mumble as you again fix your gaze on the frog (which had these huge ass eyes and looked more like a demonic creature hence, the name.) you were crocheting again.

“I was wondering, since we’re free after our jury today and the sem is over now.. We would mostly be free, right?” He asks cautiously as he takes away your frog and places it on the table to have your full attention on him.

“Where are you going with this?” You ask in complete confusion when Eric takes ahold of your hand in his and places them on his lap making you face him.

“Promise that you won’t back out once I tell you about the plan.” He says while putting his pinky finger in front of you, urging you to lock yours with his as a way to keep the promise tact.

You stare at him and then at his finger for a moment before letting out a small sigh at his childish behaviour. “Fine, promise. Now tell me..” you say with a small grin when he breaks the fingers apart but still having a hold of your other hand in his large ones.

“We have a sealed deal, okay? This gesture means that I can break your finger if you don’t stay true to your word and break our promise!” He says while pointing his finger at you. You only smile at him and nod your head when he boops your nose with his finger.

“Everyone was planning to go to the amusement park tomorrow in the evening…I was wondering if you wanted to join us? Wait- no I want you to join us.” You stare at Eric when he says that.

You didn’t hate going out per se, but you would rather just stay at home on the last day of the sem,catch up on your lost sleep and the dramas—be a couch potato in general.

You had a lot more time to have fun with your peers and friends the day after. You just needed some alone time away from everything and just focus on yourself.

Before you could even back down you remembered how you had promised Eric to not back out of whatever he was about to ask.

“For how long?” You ask him as you stand up and grab your stuff to exit the cafeteria with Eric by your side.

“Just for a few hours. We were planning on going to the new restaurant which had opened up but if you get too exhausted we can just go over to your place and order some food. I know how you get when you’re exhausted..” he says with a smile as he grabs most of your stuff and carries them for you instead of you having to ask him to do so.

You smile at his gesture knowing how he would always step in first to help you out even when they’re just small things.

You liked how he was always so observant and not full of himself unlike some people you knew in the past.

It’s the little things he does which makes your heart beat grow faster. It makes you feel like you just came back from running somewhere or as if you dashed through the hallways to reach your class on time.

It’s as if your heart starts pounding whenever he is closer. You sometimes wonder if you can hide your feelings well or not. Because even from afar, he looks so…surreal. The only thing that comes to mind when your eyes meet his is ‘oh my gosh, his eyes are so pretty’. You do wish to drown in those deep eyes, sometimes.

If staring at him for the whole day was a paid job you’d probably be a billionaire by now because of how much you stare at him.

“Maybe we can go to the nearby club when I am more free? Just the two of us are fine.” You tell him as you grab your books from his hands and enter your class, not waiting back to hear his reply knowing he was just going to agree with what you just said.

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Standing beside Eric you look around in awe amazed by the different kinds of rides in the park.

You notice Eric walking away for a moment saying he wanted to buy something urgently so you paid him no mind and just gave a small nod at him acknowledging his words.

you were so immersed by everything that you failed to notice his return. He came back, holding two cotton candies in his hands.

“Here.” You hear his voice beside you.

Looking at him your eyes gleam with happiness when you take notice of the pink coloured sugary sweet in his hand which he was offering to you.

“Thanks!” You say happiness evident in your voice and your features as you take a few bites out of the cotton candy.

“Woah, can we ride that?!” You shout in excitement as you grab Eric’s hand and pull him towards the queue to buy the tickets for the ride.

You look back at Eric when you see him just standing behind you with a straight face, no expression adorning his facial features as he smiles at you nervously when he notices your excited gaze looking back at him.

“What’s wrong?” You ask once you notice his nervousness.

“Are you sure…you want to ride that?” He asks while scratching the back of his neck while trying to look anywhere but you.

He could feel his cheeks heating up in embarrassment knowing he’s just ratting himself out by trying to avoid getting on the ride.

“Yes! I have always wanted to try this out with someone!” You say with excitement as you wave his hands around trying to convince him to get on the ride with you.

“Since you’re insisting and begging so much…I might as well get on the ride with you. Don’t worry, you can hold onto my hand if you get scared!” He says with fake enthusiasm (and probably even gaslighting himself into believing that he would be fine on the ride) as he grabs your hand and drags you towards the ticket counter. “Ticket for two please.” He requests the cashier.

“We don’t have to ride it if you’re scared or something..” you reassure him when he starts walking towards the first seat of the ride.

“No, I want to. I told you I am there to protect you, didn’t I?” He bluffs as he lets you settle down in the ride before getting in right after you.

After helping you fasten your seat belt,he looks around the area in wonder when he feels the ride moving slowly.

He could feel his palms getting sweaty with fear and nervousness when the ride started moving, but he tried his best to stay calm and collected.

Closing his eyes he pays attention to the sounds going on and off through his ears as he tries to drown them out when he feels your warm hands embracing his sweaty, colder ones.

Peeking through his right eye he could see you looking ahead with excitement when the ride came at the most exciting part.

“Can…can you hold my hand?” You hear his small voice squeak through his throat as he holds out his hand for you to hold it.

“And you said you were the one to protect me.” You tease as you immediately grab his hand in a tight grip to help him calm down.

“Woah okay…” you turn your head and look at Eric’s flushed face as you rub your thumb against the back of his hand in a way to give him some comfort. “Why is this going so sl-” before he could complete his sentence a loud scream escapes his lips as he pulls you closer to him with great force.

Letting out a scream you look ahead of you as you feel your heart thump in fear that’s what you hoped so when Eric clutched your hand tightly while pulling you closer.

You could feel his breath fanning your face making you shiver. Closing your eyes you look away from his face as you look around the view when the ride starts to slow down.

Loosening your hand which was gripping onto Eric’s, you slowly let go of it as you immediately undo your seatbelt and get out of the ride when the ride comes to a complete stop.

“Oh..let’s go to a restaurant or somewhere..” you mumble tiredly as you start walking away from him. Too embarrassed and shy to look at Eric’s face.

“Aren’t you tired though?” Eric mumbles once he catches up to you. Gripping onto your hand he takes hold of your purse so that you can walk more freely.

“You don’t have to do that..” you say softly as you try to take your purse back from him only for him to gently push your hand away in reassurance.

“It’s fine. I can handle that.” He says as he pulls you closer by your waist and leads the way to his car. “Oh…is this the frog you were crocheting?” He mumbles once his eyes catch the small crocheted item made by you.

Keeping it in the backseat, he helps you put your seatbelt on. “Let’s head back over to my house. You already look exhausted with all the activities you did.”

You look over at him when he says that. He really does pay attention to the small details related to you. “I thought you wanted to go out and have some dinner with the guys?” You say softly while eyeing his side profile.

His lips which always looked so kissable, you admit to yourself that there were times when you had thought about kissing Eric but he does not have to know that, now does he?

“Hmm no it’s fine. I would rather spend the night with you than listen to them talking about some stupid things.” He says with a chuckle as he gives your hand a light squeeze in reassurance. “Oh by the way, can I have the frog you crocheted?” Eric asks once he had stopped laughing.

Looking at you for a split second, his eyes travel down to your lips for a split second only for them to divert back to your eyes.

“Why would you want that?” You question back, your brows furrowing in confusion as you grab your purse from the backseat and stare at the crocheted frog which was handing on the chain.

You didn’t exactly like it because it was not your best piece, you were still learning and you just crocheted for fun and to help you with stress.

You made the frog crochet into a keychain because you did not want to throw it away despite it not being the best thing you made.

“I like it, it’s cute!” He says with a smile on his face. His cheekbones rising up making his cheeks look puffy (in a cute way of course).

“It’s so not cute, Eric..” you say with a sigh as you shake your head at his silliness when he whines at your answer.

“Why can’t I just have it? I like everything you crochet..” he replies back once the car comes to a halt at the red light. “Come on, let me have it. I will treasure it the same way I treasure you..” he says softly as he places his hand on your thigh to convince you.

Looking up at him you break eye contact almost instantly when you notice him staring at you intensely, “Look at me..” he whines as he places his hands on your cheeks and makes you stare at him. Squishing your cheeks together he lets out a small laugh while looking at your lips which were in an ‘o’ shape. “Give me the frog please.” He pleads while batting his eyes together in a fast motion to try and convince you (well hopefully).

You could feel your heart beating at a fast pace again. If you could, you would just kiss him but that’d be too reckless of you, no? Snapping out of your thoughts you clear your throat and speak up.

“I can make one for you especially..” you say, your words coming out a bit jumbled because of your cheeks getting squeezed together.

“You can?” Eric asks softly as he slowly pulls away from you and turns ahead when the light turns green.

“Of course, since you so badly want the frog I can just make something else for you. Something better..” you say with a nod as you keep your bag in the backseat again.

“But I would still be happy if you gave me the frog crochet..” he replies in a sing-song voice as he turns on the radio to play some songs.

You sigh when he says that, there’s no winning against Eric when it comes to something he wants. You knew how stubborn the latter was. Youjust couldn't argue with him, especially with those eyes of his, which would always sparkle when talking with you (it might be your delusion speaking, but you always saw his eyes sparkle when talking with you and you only).

You smile in delight when Eric plays Best Years by 5sos. He still remembers your favourite artist. He was also the one who accompanied you to the concerts and saw you going crazy, so it was kind of an unforgettable experience.

You sigh in satisfaction as you look out the window in content while humming and singing along to the lyrics of the song while Eric drives the car.

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Entering the house you place your bag on the counter table as you go in the washroom to wash up.

Knowing Eric, he might already be ordering some food so that was least of your worries. The guy knew your favourite food all too well.

Turning on the shower you wait for the water to get hot as you strip off your clothes.

Once it is lukewarm, you enter the shower as thoughts start to occupy your mind.

Did you really like Eric? Or was your heart just not functioning properly? And….and those butterflies wandering in your stomach when he does or remembers something you like. Oh gosh! You never felt this way for any guy before, that’s for sure.

You and Eric are like the polar opposites, everyone knows that. They still wonder how you and Eric are still together as friends knowing how the other guy is.

You were someone who always preferred your own space, you liked being in your own shell and just being lost in your thoughts.

Eric was the opposite! He was always outgoing, just like everyone calls him the social butterfly and boy was he true to that name given to him.

He could instantly make anyone comfortable with him be it a small kid, an adult or someone older than him. He had that kind of charm in him.

Getting the bottle of shampoo which Eric had you start washing your hair with it as you think back to the time when Eric had approached you.

Flashback

Sitting at the back of your stats class, you try your best to pay attention to what the professor was saying but it was not that easy.

The headache you were having since the morning was getting worse, now it was truly your fault for going to a club with your friends on a Sunday night knowing you had early classes the very next day.

But what could you do when you just wanted a few drinks to get your mind of all the stress the major you were majoring in was giving you?

To put it simply, it’s not easy being a psychology major. The amount of assignments which are piling on your desk at the dorm and at your house along with all the essays you have yet to turn in.

No matter how many times you stay up all night the work just keeps on increasing, as if you broke the stop button.

So when your friends offered you to tag along with them to the nearby club for a few drinks how could you even turn them down? So of course you went along with them and had a little bit too much.

Massaging your temples with your eyes closed you try your best to think of something else. Anything to distract yourself from the massive headache you were having.

“Here, take some painkillers.” You hear a voice say from beside you. Turning your head around you could feel your voice getting stuck in your throat when you see the man sitting beside you.

Messy blond hair, he had decent casual clothes on. A pair of a hoodie with a cap on top of his head which was now in his hands since he was trying to fix his strands of hair which were getting in his eyes.

“Let me help you.” You say softly as you lean closer towards him and help him fix his hair.

You don't even know where you got this confidence from but it’s as if your hands moved on its own before you could even comprehend what you were about to do.

Leaning closer to his face you fix his hair as your eyes stay focused on his hair. You try your best to not look anywhere else but the oversized hoodie was revealing his collarbones and you were oh so tempted to check him out but you stopped yourself.

“You have pretty eyes.” You hear him say. You did not even know his name and you were already blushing at something a stranger said to you? How could he have such a huge impact on you so quickly was beyond your imagination.

“Oh thanks haha.” You say with a shy voice as you move away from him before you do something you’d regret (example: kiss him).

“Oh here. Take it.” He says once you move away from him. Sliding the pills to you he grabs your bottle of water which was beside him and opens it up for you.

“How did you know I was having a headache? I don’t think we've ever met each other before.” You question him while taking a pill in your hand.

“Oh well we have a few mutual friends but we never talked with each other before. I was at the club yesterday and noticed you.” He explains himself while grabbing a random paper which was lying beside him to doodle on it.

“Ah I see..thanks for the medicine…?” You furrow your brows when you realise that he never introduced himself to you.

“Oh! It’s Eric but you can call me anything you’d like. Maybe…yours?” He says with a flirty and cheeky smile adorning his oh so handsome face. Standing up from the chair he gets ready to leave the classroom only to turn around to look at you again. “See you around..” he waits for you to complete the sentence.

“Y/N,” you say with a small smile. Scrunching up your nose, you close your eyes when he pats your head with his hand.

“See you around, Y/N.” Eric says as he starts walking away.

Flashback end

Turning off the shower you leave the washroom with a bathrobe wrapped around your body.

Opening up the closet of Eric’s you look through his clothes when your eyes catch the black hoodie off his. The same one he was wearing on the day you both met for the first time.

Grabbing the hoodie you slip into the clothes as you start drying your hair with the towel Eric had kept for you.

“Wait, let me help you.” You hear Eric’s voice say as soon as he walks in the room.

You look at him through the mirror as he helps you in drying your hair with the towel.

“You’re wearing that hoodie.” Eric says with a grin as he grabs the comb to untangle your hair.

“It’s comfortable..” you mumble with a small smile on your lips.

—x—

Sitting on the couch, you take a bite out of your pizza slice as you turn on the TV to watch the series.

From the corner of your eyes you notice Eric taking out a packet of ramen making you let out a groan in annoyance at his behaviour, “Why can't you just eat some of the food which is served right here instead of making some noodles which you inhale almost everyday?” You question him once you have swallowed your food.

Eric just shakes his head as he smiles at you sheepishly. You knew winning against him was useless since he won’t listen to you either ways so you just let him be and continue eating your food while sipping from your can of coke (very original 🙄).

Giving him a slice of pizza which was in your hand you rest your body against the armrest of the couch as you place your legs on his lap so that you can be more comfortable and relaxed.

Heaving out a sigh you look at the TV screen when a question pops into your mind. You give Eric a look as you notice how his whole attention was on the TV.

You always wondered why that man was never dating anyone when so many girls out there were quite literally dying for him. Even the slightest bit of attention given by that man to them made them feel accomplished.

Well technically in their eyes you were the one person who has accomplished their dream. Which was too close with Eric and well…you might be the only girl who would get his whole attention whenever you want it.

The man would quite literally drop whatever he was doing just so he could talk with you. That was also the reason why everyone used to call him a simp and a lovesick puppy for running around everywhere just to be with you.

“Why are you not dating anyone?” You ask suddenly while staring at Eric’s side profile. You widen your eyes when Eric starts coughing while holding his chest.

Immediately sitting straight you grab the glass of water which Eric had brought along with him. Standing up you walk beside him in hurry as you help him drink the water while rubbing his back soothingly hoping it’d help him calm down.

“Feeling better?” You asked nervously once Eric had stopped coughing. Once he gives a slight nod to your question you sign in relief as you go and take a seat beside him.

Taking a seat you grab ahold of Eric’s hand while massaging them gently.

“Why did you ask that question so suddenly?” Eric mumbles as he takes a big gulp of water while trying to control his breathing.

You just simply shrug at his question as you look away from him, anywhere but him. You did not have it in you to look him in the eye after asking such an absurd question.

“I was..I don’t know. Curious maybe?” You say in a hushed tone as you slowly bring your gaze back at him. If someone saw you right now, they’d think you dreamt about something scary because of the way your eyes were shaking. “I mean don’t get me wrong! It’s just that…everyone wants you as their boyfriend but you never pay attention to them. Why’s that?” You question him slowly.

“Do you want me to be your boyfriend?” Eric asks softly as he fully turns his body towards you to face you.

You could feel yourself choke at his choice of words as you immediately let out a nervous laugh when he says that.

“What are you talking about? I am serious Eric…” you say with a shy chuckle as you slap his shoulder gently. Trying to play it off coolly.

“Well then what about you then? A lot of guys I know like you, they even asked you out but you always turned them down. Why’s that?” He asks the question with his brows raised, waiting for you to answer his question.

You look down at the ground in wonder. Why did you turn them down? It’s not like you were waiting for someone else or were you? You immediately shake your head when you realise how Eric was avoiding your questions.

“Don’t change the subject!” You say with a glare as you flick his forehead gently.

You smile softly when he acts as if the flick hurted him knowing damn well that he was just acting to tease you.

“Do you just not see it?” Eric says while rubbing the back off his neck shyly.

You stare at him in confusion when he says that.Notice what? The way he pouts whenever he’s eating something he likes? Or the amount of tattoos he has on his body? Or maybe the fact that he's always having the same heart eyes when talking with you? Well of course you would ignore the last bit! But he doesn’t have to know that, now does he?

You just shake your head at his question, waiting for him to make himself clear so that you can assure yourself that whatever your hunch was telling you was in fact correct! “I like you silly..” Eric finally says with a small airy chuckle leaving his lips.

He moves closer towards you so that he can pull you closer, “I have never paid this much attention to someone before but you. It’s like…I am magnetised whenever I am with you. I cannot feel myself wanting to leave your side whenever we both are together. I always try to play it cool when it comes to you but I just seem to fail at that. Everyone knows that but you..everything about you sticks to my heart. It’s like…it’s something I cannot express in words.” He says softly while pulling you closer.

All you could ever think about at that moment was, ‘Oh my god?’ You couldn’t get yourself to believe it when Eric brought himself closer towards you, you immediately snapped out of your thoughts.

“Is it fine…if I?” You give him a small nod when he asks that.

And there it is, the spark you always felt whenever he did something oh so small but it always somehow made you feel special.

The way he gently grabbed a hold of your chin slowly moving to the back of your neck while his other hand gripped onto your waist, squeezing it lightly he pulled you closer while moving his lips in sync with yours.

You could feel yourself shiver at his feather light touches, especially when his hands started to travel up towards your spine. The lingering sensation stayed there even when his hand was already engulfing in your hair.

You immediately entangle your hands in his hair while kissing him to deepen the kiss.

—x—

You wrap your arms around Eric as you pull him closer towards you. You never thought you’d ever be cuddling with Eric like this.

I mean you never thought of Eric as someone who’d enjoy being the one being cuddled but looking at the man right now you could tell that he was enjoying this more than anyone.

You slowly snuggle closer to Eric as you listen to his calm breathing. You never thought that this day would come but here you are, laying on the same bed with Eric Sohn, cuddling together.

To say the least, you were content with what you had at the moment. This is all you could ask for.

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Entering the auditorium you sigh in embarrassment when you see Eric, Sunwoo and Haknyeon playing around with the props which were lying on the stage.

It’s been a few months since you both made your relationship official. Everyone around you was obviously more than delighted to hear it, I mean the lovesick boy's love was finally accepted by you.

And ever since you guys made the relationship official, of course you guys were named for being the cutest couple and for making the singles in the group more single than ever because of how you and Eric flirt all the time when together.

You walk towards them with your hands behind your back as you let out a chuckle when Eric falls on the ground dramatically.

“Et tu, Brute? Wait no…Et tu, Sunwoo?” Eric says with hurt as he looks up at Sunwoo who was holding the sword in his hand with a crazy smile on his face.

You widen your eyes when Haknyeon pours some water on the floor as a way to depict the blood shed by Sunwoo.

You notice how Chanhee, who was sitting on the edge of the stage, starts hiding his face because of his friends behaviour.

You just go and take a seat beside him while you wait for Eric to take a notice of your presence.

You were about to open your mouth to speak with Chanhee when a loud voice beams through the whole auditorium making you laugh, “Y/N!” You immediately stand up from your seat and open your arms, waiting for Eric to hug you like always.

“When did you get here, sweetheart?” Eric mumbles, his face being placed on the crook of your neck as he melts in your warm embrace.

“Just now while you were imitating about being stabbed. I was about to talk with Chanhee when a certain someone came running here.” You say with a teasing smile.

You laugh when Eric glares at Chanhee playfully before holding you closer, “Mine!” Eric says to Chanhee before sticking his tongue out at him.

Chanhee just sighs and nods at the younger’s behaviour as he stands up from the seat to walk away from you both.

“Where are you going?” Eric questions in confusion when Chanhee starts walking away towards Sunwoo and Haknyeon who were, well…throwing water at each other.

“Not interested in looking at you both being all lovey dovey in front of me!” Chanhee shouts back as he gets on the stage which was a great mistake because he apparently became the boy's next target.

“You’re just jealous because you don’t have a girlfriend like Y/N!” Eric teases and laughs loudly when Chanhee throws a middle finger at him while trying to save himself from the two boys.

Diverting his attention back to you he offers you a smile as he takes your hand in his while walking towards the exit door only to stop when you start looking through your bag.

“Here..” you take out a small crocheted keychain which was of a flower. It was abit tiny in size but it’s something Eric would cherish so you were more than happy to make something so special for him.

“For me?” He asks in astonishment while gently taking it from your hand. Scared it might fall apart if he grabs it aggressively.

“Sweetheart, it’s beautiful.” He mumbles while immediately attaching the keychain on his bag.

“You like it?” You ask with happiness. You were glad he liked the item you crocheted. When he gives you a nod you immediately hug him tightly. “I am glad you do! I was gonna crochet something else but then it turned out to be Sunwoo in evil form so I discarded it.” You say with a smile as you pull away from him.

Eric laughs at your choice of words while holding your hand tightly in his grip.

“Want to get some ice cream?” He asked once you were out of the auditorium.

Seeing you nod enthusiastically, he immediately starts dragging you towards his car.

Well as they say, opposites do attract and you were glad you found Eric. He was kind of like your other half, you never thought or even dreamt about this moment but here you were, going on an ice cream date with your boyfriend.

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Advice

Song: Advice by Cavetown

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

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Eddie wasn’t unfamiliar with bad days. In fact, he’d say he was intimately familiar with them. Biblically, even, since they’d fucked him so often. And usually he was able to adjust, to improvise, to calm down and save any serious outbursts for the privacy of his own bedroom. Or van, depending on how truly awful the day was.

Today, he didn’t make it to his room, or to the van. Instead, he walked right out of his last class of the day and trudged straight to the picnic table in the woods behind the school. He figured he had around twenty minutes to get his anger out before someone tramped along looking to buy weed. He was too wired to sit, so he set his little black lunchbox on the table, and started pacing back and forth to try and relieve some pent up energy.

He was off to a rough start from the second his alarm went off. Or didn’t go off, in the case of that morning. Somehow, the stupid electricity in the trailer had gone out at some point in the middle of the night and reset the clocks, making Eddie an hour late to the start of his day. He’d skipped breakfast, and forgot his smokes in the process which meant that all of his teachers were more unbearable than usual.

Then, he skipped lunch to run across the street and buy a pack from the convenience store to take the edge off, but apparently his dad was in town because the man behind the counter had called him Junior with that face people made when they treated him like shit splattered across their shoes. If Al was in town that meant either he hadn’t bothered to check in on his son, or Wayne was keeping it from him and both options pissed Eddie off.

On top of that, Mrs. Click had lost his essay and then claimed he’d never turned it in which was bullshit because Eddie knew for a fact he’d turned it in on time, he’d stayed up all night writing it. In between classes, someone had graffitied “Satanist Freak” on his locker, which normally wouldn’t bother Eddie at all but then he’d gotten yelled at to clean it up, like anyone would think he wrote it himself. The authority figures in this batshit town were driving him insane.

As if that weren’t fucking enough Tommy goddamn Hagan (who Eddie was pretty sure had written the little love letter on his locker) had deliberately poured his entire water bottle on Eddie’s lap in the middle of class, and then played it off as an accident to the teacher. He’ll probably get detention for ditching after that, but Eddie was fucking exhausted. Why him? Why did everything have to hit the fan all at once? Couldn’t he just have one bad thing happen per day? He’d take one bad thing a day for the rest of his life over all the shit piled on top of him in the last seven hours.

And! Eddie was sure the fact that his father was in town would bite him even harder in the ass until the son a bitch left again. He couldn’t stand the thought of going home to see his smarmy fucking face after the last time he was in town and conned Eddie out of his savings and the contents of his lunchbox. It was fucking ludicrous that the town hated him for his father when Eddie got the worst end of the stick his whole life. At least the other people could avoid him, could walk away or, hell, even call the cops on the bastard if they wanted. Eddie couldn’t ever get away from him. Every time Eddie even looked at a mirror, Al Munson looked back.

He could feel the buzzing adrenaline bubbling up behind his eyes, stabbing its claws into his sinuses. His hands shook as he tugged them through his hair and he could not let this shitty day make him cry. He wasn’t going to let the town win, let his teacher and Tommy win, let Al Munson win. He clenched his stupid shaking hands into fists and dug his nails in as hard as he could, trying to steady his breathing, but it didn’t work. He could feel the build up behind his eyes and all the shitty events of the day clogging his throat like it was strangling him from the inside.

He let out a frustrated yell, grabbing his lunchbox from the table and using all of his energy to chuck it across the little clearing, across the lunch table, and straight into a tree. It smashed against the bark with a rattle, hitting the ground without even breaking the latch. Eddie knew the thing wouldn’t break, though it might have been sporting a few new scratches and a dent. It made him feel a little better, though. Maybe he could understand why someone would do sports. Maybe. Sometimes.

“Damn, you ever try shot put?” a voice called out through the clearing.

Eddie whipped his head around to find the king himself, Steve Harrington sauntering towards the picnic table. Schools out then, he thought, grumbling in his mind like a child. Of course The King would need to stock up, it was a Friday after all.

“With an arm like that, you’d do pretty well,” he added when Eddie didn’t respond.

“I don’t know what the fuck shop put is, but I’m not in the mood, Harrington,” Eddie called back, crossing his arms over his chest and stomping a boot onto the wooden bench next to him. The second he did, he felt like an idiot, like some kind of alpha-male posturing to seem tougher. He put his foot back on the ground.

“It’s shot put, it’s… never mind,” Steve cut himself off. “Anyway… uh.” He looked nervous, rubbing his hands awkwardly before shoving them into the pockets of his pristine blue jeans. It eased some of the tension in Eddie’s shoulders. He wanted to laugh. He made the king nervous, made him look a bit scared, even. It was comical. Wayne would think it was downright hilarious.

“What do you want, Harrington?” Eddie called. The King was still standing by the treeline, a good few yards of space between them.

“Do you have any joints left? Maybe a baggie of flower or something?” he responded. Eddie rolled his eyes. The royal court was predictable, as always.

“Like I said, I’m really not in the mood.”

“I’ll pay extra,” Steve added, shrugging his shoulders. Eddie paused, contemplating the offer. He did need the money, he always needed the money, and he knew Harrington was good for it. Eddie could probably double the price and The King wouldn’t even bat an eye.

He sighed, glancing at his toppled lunch box on the ground. Eddie rolled his eyes, deciding the money was worth more than his peace and quiet. He cracked his neck before trudging over to the black metal box, noticing Steve’s flinch as he did. The boy tried to cover it, Eddie could tell, but he wasn’t quick enough and Eddie couldn’t quite hide his smirk as he snatched the lunchbox up and walked back to the table.

He sat down, placed the container on the rough wooden surface, and gestured to the bench opposite him. The King paused briefly before joining him, sitting down quietly and pulling his wallet out of his back pocket.

“How many joints?” Eddie asked.

“How many you got?”

He glanced into the lunchbox, stomach aching as he shoved the actual lunch aside to open the little metal Altoids tin. He had four joints left, a few less than Harrington’s usual haul, but enough. He gathered them all up, pulling out an empty baggie and wrapping the joins up tight. Eddie held up the baggie for Harrington to take before grabbing another, prepacked with an eighth of flower.

“Eighth or a quarter?” Eddie asked, grabbing a second baggie.

“You got a half?” Harrington asked, squinting a little like he was sheepish to ask the question. Eddie would have found it cute if he wasn’t so annoyed at that moment. He rolled his eyes instead.

“If I had a half, I would have asked, Princess,” he snapped. If Harrington had looked sheepish before, he looked downright contrite now. It made Eddie feel a little bad, but he held his glare without backing down. The world had been shit to him today, he didn’t have to care about hurting The Kings feelings.

“An eighth or a quarter ounce, Harrington?” he asked again.

“Quarter,” he mumbled. Eddie pulled both baggies out, holding them toward Harrington to take. He didn’t. Instead he looked from the baggies to Eddie’s face, eyes contemplating something and Eddie hoped like hell that Steve wouldn’t ask, but like everything else today, the world didn’t listen.

“Are you okay?” he asked, and Eddie’s anger reared its ugly head again.

“I don’t want to talk, Harrington.”

“Are you sure? Because you kind of look like you need it. Are you okay?” he asked again.

“You want a hint?” Eddie snarked, snatching the baggies back. If His Highness wasn’t taking his gold then Eddie could keep it for himself for all he cared. “Are you hungry?” Eddie asked him.

Steve looked confused, his brows scrunching together like he was trying to connect the pieces of conversation that was running away from him.

“I… why?” he asked.

“Because you can eat my fucking shorts, Harrington. I said I don’t want to talk, so take the weed, leave the cash, and leave me the fuck alone,” Eddie spat, tossing the baggies between them on the table.

“I just mean, maybe I can help! Give you some advice or-“

“I know you’re trying to help, it’s very nice of you to pay your loyal subjects some attention but you don’t know anything about me, okay? I don’t need your advice, and I don’t need to explain myself to you.” Eddie gave up, decided this was a failed transaction and he should pack his shit and leave. He made a move to stand, reaching for the baggies on the picnic table, but he was beaten to the punch. Harrington grabbed the baggies out from under his hand, quickly tossing way too many bills on the wooden table. Forget double, Eddie’s pretty sure it was enough for a whole ounce. He stared, dumbfounded, at the cash in front of him and looked back up at Harrington. He was standing now, just a step away from the bench he’d been sitting on a second ago.

Eddie snatched the cash and tried to reign in his expression. He wasn’t really sure what his face was doing, couldn’t tell if he’d schooled it or not, but Harrington wasn’t giving anything away.

“I wasn’t trying to pick a fight, I swear.” He held a hand up, like Eddie was some kind of rabid animal Steve was trying to placate. “I just… I know what it feels like to not have anyone to talk to. So, like… if you need an ear-“

“I don’t ’need an ear’, Harrington, I need you to get out of my face, I need your court jester Tommy to leave me the fuck alone, and clean my locker while he’s at it! I need Mrs. Click to find my fucking essay because I’m already failing her class, and I need people in this godawful town to stop treating me like I’m just a clone of my father!” Eddie yelled. He huffed out a large breath, startled at his own outburst. By the glint in Steve’s eye, it was exactly what he’d been trying to pry out of Eddie. He looked pleased that he’d just been screamed at, and it just pushed all of Eddie’s buttons.

How the fuck did he even do that? They didn’t talk. Steve bought weed from him before his parties, and ignored him in the hallway. That was it. That’s all they ever were. So how the hell did he just get Eddie to tell him what was bothering him? Maybe the town was wrong, and they got the wrong witch when they put Eddie up on a pyre. He felt the sudden urge to yell ‘I saw Goody Harrington with the Devil!’. Somehow, he didn’t think that would make this conversation any better.

Eddie crossed his arms like a petulant child, and he couldn’t help but notice Steve slot his hands onto his hips like some kind of scolding housewife. Everything Harrington was doing made Eddie feel smaller and smaller.

“Just… leave me alone,” Eddie sighed, feeling deflated. “I don’t owe you anything, okay? You’re not my friend, you’re not my mom,” Eddie rolled his eyes and stared pointedly at Steve’s soccer mom stance. A blush bloomed across his cheeks, and Eddie watched as he took the hands off his hips and shoved them back into his pockets. Eddie couldn’t decide if Steve’s jeans were more dad jean or mom jean but he shook the thought from his head before he figured it out.

“Right… well,” Steve sighed, pulling a hand out of his pocket and patting it lightly on his thigh. Eddie had a sudden flash of Steve wearing horn rimmed glasses, saying ‘Welp, I better hit the road’, and Eddie couldn’t figure out when Steve had gone from King to Single Father during the span of their conversation. “Thanks for the… stuff,” Steve said awkwardly. Jesus Christ, Eddie needed to get a hold of himself and quickly. It was ridiculous how endearing he was finding this, and being weirdly attracted to a father figure act was not something he needed to be unpacking right now.

“Thanks for the cash,” Eddie said back, just as awkwardly tossing a salute in and immediately wanting to jump off a cliff. He needed to get out of here. Quickly, he packed up his lunchbox, tossing the cash inside before latching it shut. He turned back toward the direction of the school parking lot and prayed that Steve would let him go without another word. He tried not to dwell on the fact that it felt a lot like tucking his tail between his legs.

“See you next Friday!” Steve called out behind him.

Eddie was halfway back to the trailer before he realized the weight in his chest was significantly lighter than it had been all day. He tallied it up to Steve being in league with the devil. They’d go back to not speaking in the hallways, and he’d forget all about their conversation today, and that was it. Eddie just hoped he’d forget it too, and tried not to think about exactly how many witch’s marks Steve might have that Eddie couldn’t see.

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This was inspired by me being unhinged and thinking of Steddie literally every single time a song came on from my playlist so I wanted to challenge myself and see if I could write 26 of them. If anyone wants to try this challenge, go for it! I just thought it would be fun. I linked the playlist above, and I might add or subtract songs to it depending on how I'm feeling

Tagging some people who might be interested or helped me out with picking songs! Thank you for the suggestions (let me know if you want to be added or removed):

@estrellami-1 @weirdandabsurd42 @sirsnacksalot @devondespresso @captncalamity @sluttysteddie @blahblah-hilariousname-blah @cringevalue @thereallifecath

#stranger things fic #songfic #a-z songfic challenge #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #advice by cavetown #hurt/comfort #pre steddie #no upside down au #pre upside down #really this fits wherever you want it to #pre season 4 stranger things #steddie fic #fanfiction #helpimstuckwriting

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fuctacles · 29 days ago

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#5 late bloomers two for the WIP ask game please!

Soon after I wrote Late Bloomers, I started writing part two but cut it short to post it and give it closure. There is, though, an overgrowth attached at the bottom, with the beginnings of their actual date:

"I'm prepared for running, but I am not prepared for running, you know?" Eddie says when they leave the house, giving the pavement ahead a look of animosity. The horizon was mocking him, whatever distance Stephanie had in store for him already felt like too much. He's gonna make an ass of himself and go into cardiac arrest two houses from here. Thank gods Stephanie seemed to like her men pathetic. "Good thing I did an extra lap this morning, then," she smiles at him. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle with you," she says and winks. He's gonna die of cardiac arrest one way or another, isn't he? "Uh-huh, thanks." "You need to warm up before running anyway, especially if you're just starting," she says, her limbs already flying into motion. "Repeat after me?" He looks around self-consciously. "Right here?" "Yeah?" she looks up from where she started making dips. "You getting shy on me?" "No? Yes? It just feels weird," he mutters. "You'll get used to it," she says, and oh how Eddie wants to get used to it. "Whoever's looking right now, sitting on their ass, should be jealous. I'm getting my morning workout with a cute man next to me. And what are they doing?" Eddie could tease her about that life coach mindset but focuses on the important part instead. "You think I'm cute?" She smiles wide. "The cutest. Now focus on me and repeat what I do."

If you ever told him he would be doing stretches in his front yard at ass-o-clock in the morning because a hot lady asked him to, he'd laugh right in your face. But priorities shift, people change, and atoms keep multiplying. Or maybe he just got possessed or something. He wouldn't be the one calling an exorcist if all demons looked like Stephanie, though. They face each other, which makes him less self-conscious about any neighbors that might be watching (he's sure he'll see photos in the group chat later though, courtesy of Jeff) and she keeps eye contact while giving him simple instructions and fixing his posture now and then. "How are you feeling?" she asks after a few exercises. He shakes his limbs to get a feel of them. "Weird? I can feel muscles I didn't know I had. Like, I'm weirdly aware of my body now." He makes a face. "That's normal," she tells him. "Nothing hurts though?" "Everything hurts," he corrects. "Good." Her smile is a little evil and it makes his stomach muscles twist. He bites his lip, willing his body to calm the fuck down. When she holds out her hand he instinctively grabs it. "Okay, let's go." Eddie frowns as he follows her onto the pavement and to the right. "Are we not running?" "Do you want to?" she raises an eyebrow at him. "Not really," he says quickly. "Then we won't. I don't want you coughing your lungs out on our first date." She squeezes his hand. "We'll take a brisk walk to the cafe I like, and then go to the park to wind down. That okay?" "Brisk walk," Eddie repeats under his breath, still in disbelief, that he's into a sports person. "What was that?" Stephanie asks, a hint of warning in her voice. "I said it's a great plan," he smiles charmingly. "Good," she says and it goes straight to the horny part of his brain. "Let's put these long legs of yours to use, then," she says before pulling him along to match her pace. He might not be coughing his lungs out but he'll certainly feel them up in his throat. Turns out the cafe isn't that far though, just out of the living area, where the busy streets start. He's a little out of breath by then and takes a seat on one of the armchairs like it's his last place of rest. Stephanie gets him a glass of water before asking for his order. "Should I get something healthy?" he asks with a scrunch of his nose, eyeing the menu above the counter. "I draw the line at oatmeal shakes." Stephanie laughs, squeezing his hand. She barely let it go since they started walking. "You can get whatever you want. You deserve a treat. That, and some calorie replenishment." "I like the sound of that," he admits, letting his eyes roam back to the coffee section. He doesn't go out often so he kind of blanks at what to order. "Uh, just an oat milk coffee with some caramel syrup, I guess?" Then, he remembers something. "Shit, I don't have anything on me," he realizes. He didn't even grab his keys, assuming Gareth would be there to open for him when Jeff leaves for work. Phone and wallet seemed redundant when going for a run. He's about to spiral about how shitty date he is when Stephanie shakes her head and pats his hand before getting up. "I'll pay, I'm the one who invited you anyway. You'll get the next one." He settles back down. He'll get the next one. He hasn't been on a date in ages, but he doesn't remember anyone ever so boldly assuming there's gonna be a next date. It made his nerves settle, knowing there's next time.

#steddie #t4t steddie #stevie harrington #tag game #wip ask game #wip title game #transfem steve harrington #transmasc eddie munson #mine #late bloomers #stevierything

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thegeminisage · 8 months ago

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it's star trek update time. last night* we watched, well,

pics taken moments before disaster ^

sighing deeply. ok. *i'm typing this at fuck o clock so technically it was earlier today but this post will go up while i'm at work. anyway here we go:

dark page (tng):

i don't want to talk about it.

rules of acquisition (ds9):

me having to watch this after dark page must count as some kind of cruel and unusual punishment

i was hoping ds9 could make me like the ferengi. i think whoever wrote this episode was trying. dax's little pro-ferengi speech. sure. and here's this ferengi woman, fighting for acceptance and change in her own way. yeah. fine.

unfortunately i think the episode undercut its own message a little in two ways: firstly, by having kira and dax getting groped nonstop without kira getting to break any fingers. like, non-ferengi women won't and shouldn't tolerate that, but for some reason in this episode they do...? i was especially steamed on kira's behalf; at least dax didn't seem to care as much. like, shouldn't the point be that that behavior is UNacceptable, instead of "oh it's not so bad once you get to know them"? and secondly, i think the impact pel made on odo was a little understated. the only real hint we got at him seeing a new way of things vs just him trying to protect himself was him offering pel the money to start a new life with, for free. you could tell because of his acting chocies there was a lot happening under the surface - like, he's always trying to get his own ass out of the fire, but he seemed protective of PEL rather than his own interests in several scenes there, particularly ditching his bar - but we didn't get to see most of the stuff that could ACTUALLY have been interesting bc we were too busy watching the nagus feel people up and eat bugs ha ha quirky fun! now THERE'S a guy that belongs on tng! extremely unendearing. you can win me over to um. some characters. but not this guy.

i was VERY surprised they let quark and pel kiss when quark was under the impression pel was a dude. not only was it a really funny "i thought i was GAY ping" moment, it also feels weirdly...progressive...? for 1993. along with dax assuming pel's in love with quark while ALSO still assuming pel is a guy. even though they kind of ruined it later

actually, the more i think about it the more pel reads as a trans man. is it right to categorize someone as trans when really they're just trying to get out of horrifically oppressive gender roles? maybe not, but the way quark managed to be super homophobic and misogynistic to pel at the same time ("you didn't kiss me" ok self-gaslighting king) feels so much like transphobia, and the way quark utterly rejected pel because of what she (he?) IS even despite the bond and chemistry they'd formed, AND dax, also trans, seemed to clock pel pretty quickly as being Some Kind Of Queer Like Me...i am Seeing

like, pel is all, hey we can run away together! fuck gender roles, who cares if i wear clothes! and quark is straight up like I Would Care. his internalized Whatever is keeping him from being happy with someone he clicked with, whether that's for a single night or an entire lifetime. there WAS a queer theme here. it was almost more about being queer than it was about sexism, except it wasn't actually about either of those because they fumbled the landing a little bit plus i feel like some censorship was probably happening and so the whole thing wound up being muddy. i did like quark's lisa simpson stare at the end though. girl, mood

TONIGHT: tng's "attached" and ds9's "necessary evil" I KNOW IT'S AN ODO EPISODE i'm very excited

#personal #star trek blogging #tng lb #ds9 lb #3.05 the bonding:wesley crusher::7.07 dark page:lwaxana troi iykyk

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sparky-is-spiders · 4 months ago

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Title!

there was teeth in their kiss

Okay so I won't lie, this one really got away from me. I had like three different ideas and I was like "I'll just write a really short scene for all of them!!" only for the "really short scenes" to get... progressively longer. Oops?

I have two Lizardverse fics and one TMA (JE) fic. Because I don't want my Lizardverse stuff showing up in the JE tag and it's also The Longest One, so you can check the notes of this post to read it.

Also gonna be real I wrote these at ass-o-clock at night and Did Not Edit them, so.......

Oh shoot wait warnings! They only apply to the second one (you can stop reading at (Amaldyne)).

Body horror/mouth horror (mild?)

Non-consensual touching (non-sexual/non-romantic, but I figured I should still warn for it just in case)

(Send me a fic title!)

(Important Lizardverse Context (TM): The Overseer is a creature called a Grotle (think ankylosaurus but bigger, spikier, and omnivorous). He's also a very dangerous necromancer. His real name is Mihzarch (pronounced Miz-ark), and these are used somewhat interchangeably. Leoshgon wields a sword called the Godslayer sword. It's a very deadly semi-sentient sword that's bonded to his soul. He's also a Noctar (a much smaller, fuzzier mammal species.))

(Leoshgon) The Overseer liked to put his teeth to Leoshgon's throat. It happened in the night, mostly, when Leo was curled against Mihzarch's heavily plated body, throat bared in offering for the Overseer to do as he would. He was always very gentle, of course, and very careful. As if Leo was a priceless, fragile heirloom, not the most dangerous weapon in the world. But there was a pressure there, and Leo could feel the shape of the teeth even through his mane: the wide, shearing ones in the back; the broad conical incisors in the front, wet with saliva and dreadfully cold. The puff of chilled breath sent shivers down Leo's spine. Leo wasn't sure he liked the sensation, really. It was uncomfortably damp, for one, and also sort of boring to be held in place for so long (aside from that brief spike of fear, which really wasn't fair to Mihzarch at all, because the Godslayer Sword was the real danger here, but- that wasn't the point anyway). But he always bared his neck willingly. And when those massive jaws closed so sweetly around his throat, he leaned into it. And then Mihzarch would let out a happy rumble that sang through Leoshgon's entire body, and all would be well.

(Important Lizardverse Context (TM): Amaldyne is currently a (semi) unwilling servant of the ever-starving god of hunger. Eityr is weirdo freak bestie who want her to become as powerful as possible. Their relationship is. Uh. Weird. Amaldyne is a dragon becoming something More, Eityr is a Noctar)

(Amaldyne) "Show me." Amaldyne didn't look up when Eityr entered the room, nor did she turn to face her. In fact, she did not acknowledge Eityr's presence in any way at all. No matter. Eityr would not be so easily dissauded. Amaldyne's desk was strewn about with massive tomes and piles of documents and about a dozen bits of charcoal. It was as if some great beast of parchment had been savaged and slain atop it, and Amaldyne was trying to read the future in its bones. With a flick of her wrist and a stretch of her power, Eityr relocated them all to the floor, then hopped up onto the now-cleared metal. Amaldyne slowly raised her head to look at her with exhausted irritation written plainly all over her snout. "I want to see," Eityr said, "so show me." "Show you what?" the words were accompanied by a hiss of displeasure, but Amaldyne's wings remained loose and relaxed by her side. Unhappy, but willing to indulge. Were it anyone else, Eityr would find that infuriating. "Something happened, didn't it? There's something-" 'wrong' wasn't the right word. Whatever it was, it must surely be the opposite of 'wrong,' but Eityr struggled to think of an alternate descriptor. "Something happened to you, and I want to see it. Show me." Amaldyne nudged her down off the desk. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Eityr, and I don't have time to engage your every childish whim either, so please-" Sick of waiting and on a whim, Eityr grabbed at Amaldyne's lower jaw and yanked downwards. It split right down the middle, and the insides were coated with teeth that had not been there only a moment ago. Amaldyne let out a proper snarl then, shock intermingled with an animalistic rage. Her tail was poised to strike, stinger gleaming in the low light. But the tell-tale glow of dragonsflame never touched her throat, and so Eityr felt comfortable in running a paw along the seam where Amaldyne's mouth had split. No venomous fangs sank into her fur and no bite crushed the strength from her writs. Of course not. Amaldyne had always been content to let Eityr do as she would, why should this be any different? After a moment, Amaldyne pulled away. Her jaw clicked back together, and she watched Eityr through slitted, appraising eyes. "Satisfied?" She asked? Eityr saw no reason to lie. "No."

#i wasn't sure if you had a fandom preference?#i figured probably tma since that's just about all i post about but i saw 'teeth' and 'kiss'#and i just couldn't resist making it about my favorite little lizards #also i'm sorry if their scenes don't make much sense #i tried to give enough info to make stuff clear but i've been marinating in lizardverse for years by now #so idk how confusing this is to people who can't read my mind #i am. so tired. my ability to be articulate ain't doin so hot rn if i'm being honest #the problem was i went 'oh! i can stay up late to finish these Very Short Scenes instead of going to bed at a normal time!!'#and then i couldn't. so the je one was written today #but anyway thank you for the ask!! i really enjoyed writing this actually!#asks #ask game #lizardverse #the lizard crew #amaldyne rotwing #amaldyne #eityr #eityr reksha #leoshgon #leoshgon varmillius #the overseer #leoshgon/the overseer #eityr&amaldyne #i hope you don't mind me making this about my silly little ocs. i'm so soft for them i had to include them.#sparkwrites #body horror #body horror tw #tw body horror #i feel like i'm forgetting something? it's probably fine #oh i remember now! so from the overseer's pov he's holding something even more dangerous than him in its mouth

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sparkedblaze · 1 year ago

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(modern au) morris and oscar having briefly attended manhattan’s high school during all their moving around before they both left mainstream school, so the manhattan boys would sometimes find evidence of them around the school.

race noses through behaviour ledgers while in trouble himself and finds a file on oscar, the biggest and most detailed he’s ever seen and including several police reports on the brothers’ many guardians and carers. crutchie sees morris in the back of a class photograph, scrawny and skinny and covered in bruises, hunched into himself like he’s trying not to exist. one of the boys is in a SEN (special educational needs) class and sees morris’ name on a drawer of work, wonders… what was wrong with him. if he’s over it now. trying to connect these glimpses of these boys with the ruthless monsters jack talks about.

Ooooooooo

@emmedoesntdomath

Toni chewed on the pencil in his hand, watching the teacher move around with the other kids. Stupid common core math making them all have to learn one specific way. Toni looked down at his paper, over the thirty or so problems he had to solve by the end of class.

He was surprised she was making them do it the 'correct' way. Eight or ten kids with mild learning disabilities trying to conform to society's thinking? It'd be a feat if they even finished the page.

He read through the first one, a paragraph of words he had to sift through. He scribbled down the numbers in the problem, labeling what each of them was, huffing as he wrote down what he was solving for.

That was as far as he got before he started doodling in the margins of the paper. The drawings were crude and messy, of simple things like sports balls or flowers. He looked up at the clock, thinking it had to have been at least ten minutes.

No more than three had passed.

For fucks sake.

He chewed at the end of his pencil again, knee bouncing in an attempt to focus.

Put your energy somewhere else. Find somewhere to channel it.

He shifted the binder he was wearing, the fabric rough and uncomfortable against his skin.

His leg bounced faster as he scrawled the formula across the page. He could do this. He could do this. He could do this.

If he couldn't, ma would be disappointed. If ma got disappointed, he'd have to sit through another one of her lectures, and he wasn't sure he could handle that.

He glanced toward the window, and his hand shot up, looking up at the teacher. "Ma'am? Can we finish class outside?"

Miss Tawri looked outside as well, then at the few other kids in with them, who were all looking up at her, beaming with excitement.

She sighed, nodding. "Fine, fine, alright. Everyone get your things! We're going to sit under the oak."

The announcement earned cheers from the group, and they all scrambled to get their stuff.

They followed her outside, Toni walking arm in arm with Jonathan, bags slung over their shoulders.

"Y'know, Johnny," Toni started with a smirk. "You'd probably do better at reading if you had a pair o' glasses. I could get you Julian's, if you want. Their folks can get 'em another pair."

Jonathan laughed, shaking their head. "Absolutely not. You think I'm gonna be able to see through those coke bottles?"

Toni laughed with them, rolling his eyes. "Whatever you say, Johnny Boy."

They laid their blankets out on the ground, sitting on them, in a circle around the teacher. Toni patted his pockets, checked behind his ears, and checked his mouth.

His hand shot up again. "Miss Tawri, I don't have my pencil!"

"I don't have one either, Antonio. Go and get yours from inside."

He sighed dramatically, dropping his books onto the blanket next to Jonathan. “I’ll be back, I guess.”

He headed inside, taking his sweet ass time, wanting to get away from the worksheet for as long as possible.

He pushed open the door, flipping the lights, going to get his pencil off the desk, immediately bringing it to his lips again, chewing absentmindedly.

He turned slowly, looking at the filing cabinets behind the desk. His eyes went alright as he found the drawer labeled ‘Projects’.

That was where she kept all their old stuff. Toni had seen her thumbing through it when she thought they were all busy or distracted.

He went over, pulling the drawer open, thumbing through them. He grinned as he found his own file, reaching for it, but stopped dead in his tracks as he saw one labeled with only a last name, unlike the others which had a first and last.

Delancey

They had been in this class?!

He sank to the floor, getting comfortable as he thumbed through the file. He saw worksheets that had been doodled on instead of filled out. There were coloring sheets that looked like they'd been colored by a toddler-outside the lines and colors all over the place. There were a few worksheets that were half-finished, written in Oscar's tiny, illegible handwriting.

He found some IEPs, eyes widening.

He shouldn't look at this. he shouldn't read through the teachers' notes on the brothers. His eyes shouldn't wander the red writing warning of violence and threats and tantrums and breakdowns and demanding something change. He shouldn't be skimming the worries about what was happening at home, the notes to CPS and principals about how the teachers worry about them showing with bruises and cuts and broken bones.

He shouldn't do that. He shouldn't do any of those things.

He set the IEPs aside, looking through drawings. They were clearly by Morris, of simple things like home and a family.

He found a drawing of someone who looked suspiciously like Medda, holding hands with someone who was almost definitely Morris, who was also holding hands with a grumpy boy who was absolutely his older brother.

He sucked in a breath, staring at the paper in his hand. He turned it over, Morris's name written across the back, Oscar's neat handwriting dating it beneath.

He did some quick math.

It was before she'd even fostered Jack.

It was the first time they'd stayed with her.

He looked through a few more, finding different drawings of different things Morris thought was important. They were all happy drawings.

How could the boy who drew all of these be the monster Jack wrote him out to be?

The kind to attack someone over something as simple as a blanket.

What happened to them?

He jumped as the door opened, ducking behind the teacher's desk, scrabbling for the papers, shoving most of them back in the folder, and putting it back where it belonged, silently pushing the drawer closed.

He held his breath, waiting, listening for footsteps.

"Toni?" he heard Jonathan's voice, and let out a sigh of relief.

He folded the paper and tucked it into his shirt pocket. He popped up with a smirk.

"Miss me already?"

Jonathan rolled his eyes. "No, Miss Tawri was wondering where you went."

They looked over him, raising a brow suspiciously. "What are you doing, Toni?"

He grinned. "Looking through my file."

They scoffed. "So, nothing interesting, then?"

Toni's eyes went wide. "Johnny! How could you?"

"Pretty easily, actually."

Toni stood, rolling his eyes, going to his bag, slipping the drawing into it, digging through it. "Johnny, do you know where I set my pencil?"

Jonathan laughed at him, moving over, yanking it from his mouth, making Toni whine. "What? You asked."

"Let's go, before she gets mad."

#nox #thank you nox #nox asks #newsies #livesies #92sies #newsies modern au #racetrack higgins #skittery newsies #the delancey brothers

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ladyswillmart · 2 years ago

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8 Doug Rattmann or 3 Arlen Askew pls. OR a character you haven't wrote at all for 8

I know the object of this was to do microfiction but GUESS WHAT? You get a whole-ass short story! Congratulations! 🎉🌈

I picked 8 - Sunbathing 🌞, ft. Portal's Doug Rattmann et al.

Share and Enjoy!

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Not to bring more math into this, but most folks can agree that 50,000 is a nice, round number, one that reasonably applies to a plenty of arbitrary amounts, discrete or continuous. But the further the three-man Aperture Science Surface Expedition Crew sallied forth towards their intended destination, the more they began to wonder just how applicable that particular number was to the particulars of Time. Specifically, a particular time, a particular date, a particular year with too many digits to display properly on most digital watches.

People just didn’t plan that far ahead. Even Aperture Science, peppering the terms and conditions for every new GLaDOS build with very authoritative reassurances of her longevity, phrases like in perpetuity and ad infinitum and ‘til the cows come home, failed to foresee any situation at all whatsoever where the cows actually would come home, and GLaDOS would need to be able to print out a year with more than four digits.

Much less a century with three. Life In General was feeling very much like a high school basketball scoreboard right now.

“So yeah, this is it. Michigan of the 522nd century. I guess,” said Doug, rustling up as much enthusiasm as he could on half a jam sandwich and a cup of Apercaff*. He dozily bunted the dull rubber-capped toe of his sneaker against the broad side of yet another empty pop can, sending it clattering down the sun-bleached remains of W. Umbrage Avenue.

The trio had just hiked across the prairie in front of the Umbrage Dollar Chimp discount store. It used to be a parking lot, lined curb to curb with cars, scooters both legal and unlicensed, pick-em-up trucks and refugee shopping carts from foreign supermarkets. Now it was a scabrous plain of depreciated asphalt, streaked with lush braids of ragweed and dandelions gone to seed, Mother Nature’s repo men. But it wouldn't feel like a proper nature hike until Chell eagle-eyed a row of vending machines by the store entrance, still stuffed with gum, trinkets, rubber bouncy balls, neon slime, nickels, dimes, quarters…

No matter how far they’d stray into the future, it was nice to know that the price of a Homie remained unaffected by inflation.

Back at present—whenever that was—ATLAS squibbled inquisitively as he trailed the bouncing pop can, the way he had for the last dozen or so pop cans that met a similar fate at the end of Doug’s habit-possessed foot.

“Right. Hate to say it. But I think one of us has to say it and I’m already running my mouth so it may as well be me,” he continued, resignedly. “This place looks a lot like the Michigan of the 20th century. Doesn’t it?”

Chell shuffled along somewhere around his 6 or 7 o’ clock, paced and pensive. Doug was usually content in his silence, but when he was on a ramble he did it like an old pro. She chafed her hands, then stuffed them back into the pockets of her woolen wrap skirt—whether or not the world outside was ready for the maxi-skirt to make a comeback, it was happening today. And today been a pleasant enough day for it—for sunbathing, though such pretty blue skies could be misleading. The crisp breeze blowing through them unabated made her incrementally more grateful for the radiant heat of the Aperture Science Handheld Portal Device strapped to her back.

Of course, she said nothing.

Doug gently chattered on.

“Then again, I don’t know what I was expecting, really. Eh? Ha ha. Fewer beer cans, more dinosaurs?”

Only the distant complaint of a migrating loon broke the ensuing silence.

“Giant chickens?” Doug tried again, mumbling to himself. “They’re basically dinosaurs, and y’know at least one of ours had to’ve gotten out…”

Chell shrugged it off and resumed her silent inventory of the information at hand: Umbrage, MI was a loosely incorporated community established approximately six miles due north of the Aperture Science main facility, commemorated by a tiny red dot on the old gas station map of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula that ATLAS kept in his cranial storage compartment.

To Chell, who grew up elsewhere, it was just another Dad Ramble: Whenever they passed through the place (always en route to anywhere elsewhere) he would commence a Dad Ramble about the mid-1970’s, and how the big heads at Aperture founded this small town as one of many solutions to a serious problem with employee punctuality. With necessity as a mother figure, Aperture’s experimental urban planning department invented Umbrage to give their fellow employees and test subjects a place to live, a quick commute and a Dollar Chimp for all their off-brand scented toilet paper needs. Therefore, it was reasonable to assume that the downfall of the Aperture facility would ultimately eliminate the need for such a place.

But something wasn’t right.

Something wasn’t right. Something wasn’t right and Chell became more and more dissatisfied with each attempt to emphasize the correct word in that sentence. Hoping it would quell her frustration, she focused her observations to the things that were right, or at least not wrong.

Spectacular weather. Cool, if slightly warmer than anticipated. Unbroken blue skies as far as anyone could see. Fresh air, so new to everyone’s lungs that it felt like a lovely heartburn. Normal readings on the Geiger counter.

Birds. Insects. Rubbish.

No people. No vehicles. No misplaced shopping carts. Wrong, getting wronger.

No bodies. Back to not wrong. For now.

From the onset of this sojourn she occasionally spied the same squint of scrutiny in Doug’s left eye. Until now he would keep his own questions to himself:

“So what year d’you think it is, eh?” He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his snorkel parka and looked skyward, sighing.

ATLAS parsed the question, but only whmm’d in response as his central optic dilated. They didn’t ask questions like that on Jeopardy!.

“GLaDOS says it’s been fifty thousand years, but I think even fifty is a stretch.”

Chell cleared her throat, mounting a partial retreat into the comfort of her knit scarf before speaking. “I agree with that hypothesis. Guess. Whatever.”

“Eh—?!” Doug snapped a glance backwards, startled to the point of stumbling. To date, the only words she’d ever spoken to him stayed mostly along the lines of Yeah, Nope, Screw it and Dibs on your jam sandwich. And most of these happened this morning.

“Y-you do?”

“Sort of. I mean I think you’re right,” she pressed, carefully. “But if you are right, something’s wrong. I dunno.”

“No no, that’s the bunny.” Doug nodded, uneasily. “Say GLaDOS is right and we spent fifty thousand years in stasis like she said. Sure, all the people would be gone by now. But then everything else would be gone too. None of this would be here at all, eh?”

Waterfalls could erode sheer mountainsides into lakes if given fifty thousand years to do it. Jungles could morph into deserts and vice versa. Rising oceans could carve new coastlines, effect mass extinctions, birth new civilizations and drastically reduce the cost of certain beachfront properties. In fifty thousand years, days would be longer by one SI second and mankind would’ve likely done a runner, especially if faced with the prospect of spending a lifetime of one extra seconds in Umbrage, MI.

All of that, and the Aperture Science Surface Expedition Crew was still expected to believe that the price of a Homie wouldn’t have fluctuated at least a little bit.

“Yeah, right on. But this place makes it look like it’s only been a couple decades at the most,” Chell went on. “Like, it’s totally abandoned but there’s no graffiti, no busted-out windows or anything like that. It’s like everyone just left all of a sudden. Maybe they were beamed into outer space, who knows.”

Somewhere off to an unseen side, ATLAS tottered about the curb obliviously, kneeling to harvest another pop can out of another filthy storm drain.

“Well, the aliens must’ve taken all the vehicles with 'em because I haven’t seen so much as a busted shopping cart in a ditch since we started,” rounded Doug. “I mean, look at the roads.”

“They look like your vegetable garden.”

“You could grow zucchini in these cracks.”

Chell stared at him. “Please don’t.”

“Whmm,” said Atlas, approaching the duo from behind. The mechanoid had been stuck in this activity loop since their departure, scuttling about the scrub, picking up and storing any bits of rubbish that happened to pique his interest. For a mechanoid who had never seen the greater world beyond the agency of management rails and reassembly machines, there was an awful lot to take in.

Doug turned and observed him for a moment; the way the lid to Atlas's rear storage trunk bulged like that of an overfull kitchen trash can did not escape his keen eye.

Oh well—no need to pry any further. He knew this problem would resolve itself eventually. Doug let it go with a light sigh. “Eh? What's that you got there?”

Atlas held his treasure up to the glory of the midday sun. It was another aluminum soda can, the same color as the sky, with its brand name emblazoned across its breadth in conspicuous white block letters:

“Dr. Breen's Private Reserve,” Doug read, quizzically, quickly correcting himself, “No! Dr>Breen's Private Reserve. Huh.”

Chell glared at him. How did he make that sound with his mouth?

“Whmm…?” Atlas probably asked the same question.

“Dr. Breen. Dr. Breen…” Doug repeated the name to himself, quietly, hoping to hit upon some vein of forgotten data.

“Like, Dr. Wallace Breen. Right?” tried Chell.

“Oh yeah. You think so? Sounds familiar.”

“Yeah, I know that name,” she said. “Why do I know that name?”

The two lapsed into synchronized silence, impenetrable but profound, and cold like the light of a long-dead sun, billions of miles away, at last piercing the crust of the sky, only to be hidden by fathomless daylight.

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*Apercaff, “Aperture Science's most digestible instant coffee substitute”. In fact, the ad campaign featured contemporary superstar-of-a-sort Pia Zadora dressed in the livery of an Apercaff can, shimmying around the Aperture premises' many employee break rooms, crooning I'll be your substitute, whenever you need me... While excising a nice chunk—tens of hundreds of dollars—from the company's seemingly bottomless advertising budget, this advertisement remained an Aperture Laboratories Closed Circuit Access Television exclusive. Miss Zadora herself continues to deny any involvement with the company.

#thanks for the submission!#portal #doug rattmann #chell #dr>breen's private reserve #i'll probably put this in the collection i have going on ao3

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kiwikipedia · 2 years ago

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I’m looking over my notes for this summer event I’m formulating so I can neaten out some points and squinting at the “Akkun is Just There” because I wrote these at ass o clock in the morning and don’t remember the context at all

#Agravain why are you in Greece #fgo #fate #agravain #sir agravain #fgo agravain #Kiwiki Speaks

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outoutdamnspark · 2 years ago

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Dude... your Silverfox Emmet love confession piece got me crying in the club.

How dare you make me feel things!/jk

--Warden Anon

OH HEY! Warden Anon! :D I've seen you on Noodle's blog, hello!!!

And aaaaAAAAHHHHH THANK YOU!! 😭💕 I'm so glad you liked it!!! I wrote that thing at ass-o-clock at night, racing my dying phone battery. 🤣 And now to know it was all worth it!!!

I love SilverFox!Emmet stuff so much, and Fi's whole au is just. *chef's kiss* Perfection. (It's also what inspired the basis for my 'Watching the Earthrise' SilverFox!Emmet x OC verse, which, one day, I want to turn into an Emmet x Reader fic...)

#ask box #warden anon #spark chats #i need to write more SilverFox!Emmet stuff #it's my favorite thing ever

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writing-is-a-martial-art · 7 months ago

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#...you know what #uhhhh #well you know how stories end and myths end especially usually in a tragic death (thar might result change of some sort) #or becoming a deity or sometimes both #you know how stories end and life just keeps going and there isn't a happily ever after or an unhappily ever after #because life just Keeps Going? #this wouldn't be a myth though #we're entering Waiting For Godot-ass absurdism territory #so i would format this more as a play #that takes place after the grand mythos but is also so painfully mundane and human #no gods and no prophets and no fates #just decisions you made and your ex you don't hate as much as you did when you said all the hurtful things to them #so you regret it now at least a little #and your back hurts and you're not the person you were twelve years ago but who is‚ really? #.....i have. free time #zoup are we doing this again?

I'm not sure if I changed or grew as a person but have some classic absurdism-styled musings based on social media old man yaoi:

In order of appearance:

The man in blue, also referred to as “T”

The man in red, also referred to as “R”

The man in [UNDETERMINED], also referred to as “The other T”

Act I

THE MAN IN BLUE is sitting in a gray waiting room. He is wearing a gray shirt and a washed-out, maybe-once-blue vest. There's gray in his hair and his face is lined with signs of fatigue. Besides him is an empty birdcage.

The gray waiting room is sparsely decorated: the one prominent feature is the clock. All the indices are marked BUSINESS TIME. The clock has no hands.

THE MAN IN BLUE is picking blue feathers and fluff from his grayish vest and graying hair, although the amount of blue fails to diminish. He puts every feather he picks into the birdcage. Every feather or two he looks at the clock, which changes nothing.

THE MAN IN RED enters. He is wearing an orange checkered suit over a black T-shirt, casually holding a bottle of beer. The lines on his face are mostly those left by smiling.

THE MAN IN RED sits down in the chair next to THE MAN IN BLUE.

T: Why are you here?

R: Well, hi there, stranger. Fancy meeting you here. I'm just picking up T - I'll be out of your precious hair in no time.

T:...i’m afraid I don't follow.

R: T is in Eel's office. I'm picking him up and we're leaving. Not much more to get.

T: I'm T. Do you mean the other T?

R: Oh! I heard you've been going by a fancy new moniker to go with the new look. H or somethin’?

T, fervently: No! (more quietly) No… I'm still… still…

T trails off.

R: Alrighty then, I'm here to pick up the other T. He should be out in a sec.

Silence. The clock does not tick. THE MAN IN BLUE continues to pick at the feathers. THE MAN IN RED takes a sip.

R, quietly: Glad at least some of the old you is around, I suppose.

T: What?

R: Nothing important.

T: O-okay.

Silence.

R: Why are you here, anyway?

T: To see Mr. Eel, of course.

R: Eel isn't in.

T: He is- he's just busy.

R: He for sure isn't, though.

T: He told me to meet him here.

R: Well then, he's being his usual level of truthful, isn't he?

THE MAN IN BLUE opens his mouth to answer, but nothing comes out. He looks tired. He puts a handful more feathers into the cage.

Silence.

R: Why don't you just leave?

T: I can't.

R: Why?

T: I'm waiting for Mr. Eel.

R: He's not coming, though.

T: I know.

R: Then why?

T, quietly: Because there's nothing else left to do.

Long silence. The clock doesn't tick. Nothing happens at all.

R: Do you remember the play?

T: What play?

R: The fucking… stupid one, the one we put together in highschool. T - the other T - wrote the whole thing in one afternoon, and we just rolled with it.

T, after thinking for a moment: The myth one?

R: So you do remember!

T: I did look good in that toga, didn't I?

R: You sure looked like you thought so. (R chuckles) insufferable bastard.

THE MAN IN BLUE chuckles, coughs up a feather.

R: What's the, uh, avian situation, anyway?

THE MAN IN BLUE freezes.

Long pause.

THE MAN IN BLUE and THE MAN IN RED start speaking at the same time, stop. THE MAN IN RED gestures for THE MAN IN BLUE to continue.

T: That's why I’m here. Mr. Eel, he- I don’t know. I think he did something. To Tweet.

R, quietly: Shit. I’m sorry.

T, angrily: No, no you’re not.

Silence.

T: What’s the other T doing if Eel isn’t here?

R: Oh, you know… things.

T: I really don’t.

R: Yeah, I suppose you wouldn’t.

Silence.

R: That play was the last thing we all did together, wasn’t it?

T: …I guess. I never thought about it that way.

R: Always felt like there would be more after that, didn’t it?

T: Yeah. (again, softly) Yeah.

Long pause. The clock doesn’t tick. Nothing changes.

T: Do you think we were ever free?

R: Shit, man. Where’s that coming from?

T: Just… when we were all trying on our costumes and playing at gods and heroes…. Remember when the other T made up a goddess just for the play?

R, with a grin: Sure do!

T: Well, it all felt so silly. The tragedy and the fate and the made-up consequences to made-up actions. Like nothing like that was ever going to happen to us, you know?

THE MAN IN RED takes a sip of his beer, takes off his glasses, polishes them, puts them back on.

R, with a curt nod: Yup.

T: And now I can’t help but think - were we wrong from the start? Was it always going to go this way and we just didn’t notice?

R: Hey man, I just played the god of prophecy in a highschool play once, I don’t actually have all the answers to everything. (Pauses). I’d like to think our choices mattered, though.

T: I’d like to think so, too.

R: Even if that means you were a dick for no reason and this hell is all your making?

T, loudly: Yes! (he looks around, as if surprised by the noise, shrinks his head back into his shoulders, continues in a half-whisper) I’d rather this all be my fault than out of my control.

R: I can get behind that logic.

Pause.

R: You know, I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.

T: Why not?

R: Well, with your fancy new agent and the marketing make-over, and with me and the other T getting back together-

T, mildly appalled: You two? Again?

R, ignoring T: It just felt like the end of an era. The part of the biographical movie where the credits roll and they show a few paragraphs of what everyone ended up doing with their life, but you don’t actually have to read those to have fun watching the story. Didn’t suppose you’d still be… well, you.

T: Hard to get rid of that particular character flaw.

R: Is it, though? It’s been a hot… what, dozen of years? Do we really have anything in common with that bunch of theater kids anymore?

T: I don’t know. (T sighs) Sometimes I feel like nothing has changed. Like it’s all just been one super weird summer vacation and any day now I’ll wake up and have to go to school again and it will all make sense. Or that this is just another one of the other T’s weird plays and afterwards- (T stops himself, takes a deep breath, then continues)

T: afterwards we all get to go home and do whatever we want. And Tweet’s fine.

THE MAN IN BLUE nudges the cage with his foot. The pile of feathers shakes. THE MAN IN RED looks at the cage, frowning.

R: Did that bastard really do Tweet in?

THE MAN IN BLUE groans.

R: damn. (Pause). Me and the other T have been shit-talking you behind your back, to be completely honest. The way you just left with the first talent scouts and agreed to… well, you know all the stupid-ass clauses you agreed to much better than I do, even though me and the other T warned you it was a shady deal. But no, your holier-than-thou highness had all the right connections, nothing bad could ever happen to you…

T: We already had the “consequences of my actions” talk, R.

R: No, I know, what I'm getting at is… I thought it would make sense. You were a smug insufferable bastard and you had it all blow up in your face and I thought it would feel right, but it doesn't. You're not a neat little representation of what happens to prideful people, you're just… a guy I was friends with once who's having a shitty time and whose even shittier boss killed his goddamn bluebird. And the other T's agent is starting to fuss about his weird-ass comedy routines not being marketable enough and my back hurts in the mornings now and I misplaced half of my encyclopedias when we had to move so my advice column isn't doing so hot, either, and I'm pretty sure that's not karmic punishment for any of my multiple sins, it's just… a thing that happened. Like any other damn thing. And for what it's worth I'm sorry the things happening to you have been so fucking awful recently.

Long pause. THE MAN IN BLUE coughs up a few feathers. THE MAN IN RED tries not to look too awkward.

T: I'm sorry about your uh, advice column thing.

R: Eh. I’ve had worse.

Long pause. THE MAN IN BLUE looks like he wants to say something, but he doesn't. Nothing changes.

T: Would I be an asshole if I said I knew Mr. Eel would end up like this? That I made him do all the awful stuff he did to me?

R: …That's some mighty self-destructive tendencies you've got there, pal.

T: No, that's not- (T huffs, flicks a few more feathers into the cage). I knew he sucked, I knew he ruined everything he touched, but I felt so on top of it all I thought, hey, let him try. Let's see who ruins who first.

R: Well?

T: I really didn't plan for what would happen if he wins. And… I am feeling pretty ruined right about now.

Pause.

R, stretching: For what it's worth, I don't think you're an asshole. Just an arrogant bastard who bit off more than he could chew-

T, interrupting: That doesn't sound better-

R continues: Because he thought he knew how to make everything right for everyone. And it's a stupid thing to believe, but it's not the worst of intentions. Too bad they led you here.

THE MAN IN BLUE coughs up another feather. THE MAN IN RED pats him on the back, hands him the beer bottle, stands up.

Act II

THE MAN IN [UNDETERMINED] runs out of Mr. Eel’s office, full bag over his shoulder. He is wearing a gray T-shirt and a jacket decorated with an assortment of pins. Off-brand glasses of the look Mr. Eel created for THE MAN IN BLUE are pushed up to his forehead.

THE MAN IN [UNDETERMINED] jumps into THE MAN IN RED without slowing down. They are instantly all over each other. THE MAN IN BLUE stares into nothingness and takes a sip of THE MAN IN RED’s beer.

THE MAN IN [UNDETERMINED] and THE MAN IN RED go to leave, hand in hand, exchanging kisses.

The other T, turning to T for a second: oh hey, I didn’t see you there! You okay, buddy?

R: I think I got all the talking he had for the day out of him, dear. Let's leave him be.

The other T shrugs and continues on with his life.

THE MAN IN BLUE is sitting in a gray waiting room. Every once in a while he takes a sip of THE MAN IN RED’s beer. He does not look at the clock, staring into space instead. The clock does not tick. This changes nothing.

fuck you I've changed and grown as a person. social media old man yaoi

#oleg's writing #sigh #the twitblr incident #I don't think this one will blow up on account of everything about it but it was fun to do

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