#anyway I also think he��d smoke for anxiety

[wackysach]

Can we get some dhmis main trio headcanons from you? 🎤

*taps microphone gently* you may.

doi 🌻: - heart of the group. sensitive to others' emotions and empathic to the core. he may not have the right words to express what he's thinking, but know whatever he's feeling, he's feeling very deeply. - certified pasta fiend. the others have learned to stop asking him what he wants for dinner because chances are the answer will be spaghetti. every. time. (though if there were already plans to make it, redd will end up asking him anyway so they can pretend like he got to decide what the household ate for the night. he ends up happy, everyone smiles and nods. it's a win-win.) - always seems to be lost in his own little world; drawing, humming, daydreaming, etc. don't mistake this for him not listening though, because if you do, you might end up hearing him parakeet something you didn't exactly want him to hear... - his name isn't "doi." in fact, no one actually knows what it's supposed to be. when sketch first opened his file and looked under the name section, they couldn't make out what was a letter from a number, or if roy's handwriting was just that bad. thus they resorted to using the only three consecutive letters they could make out: "D-O-I." but he doesn't mind. he likes it !

duck 🦆: - a grumpy, old soul who still carries around the belief that he should be the one in charge because he's the oldest of the three, so obviously that means he's also the wisest. duh, shouldn't you know that by know, stupid ? aren't you stupid... - has taken on the onus of decorating the house with various old knickknacks and hunting paraphernalia. if there's any way to get on his good side, ask him about history. just be sure to grab a chair while you're at it, you'll be stuck listening for an hour (or two). - yes, the feathers get everywhere. no, he's not embarrassed about it. deal with it. - owns an extensive tie collection. all of them coming in different colors, patterns, and textures. he's not exactly fond of them being touched (and despite the massive number of them, he very much knows when one has gone missing), but on the rare occasions he's feeling generous, he'll allow redd to take one to work so long as he comes back to report how many compliments he got on it.

redd 🧣: - considerably less emotive and more reserved than the other two, but definitely not emotionless. redd has a lot of complex feelings about the situation he's in, yet doesn't know when or how to get them out... or who or what might be watching him when he does. - sort of a sickly fellow. anemia, anxiety, and insomnia keeping him on a constant mental and physical edge, mixed with a pesky smoking habit doesn't really make him the healthiest guy around. but he swears he's going to quit one of these days. he will ! yeah... eventually. - does not like owls. thinks they're creepy. the way they swivel their heads around to make sure you're in full view of their large, bulbous eyes and sound like they're repeating "who ? who ? who ?" over and over again. who what ? he doesn't know. stop asking him questions. it's freaking him out. - while the eyes on his hat do move, if you mention something about it, he'll act like he doesn't know what you're talking about.

[freebooter4ever]

Ok, during lunch i was goofing off by browsing the dat*ng app and came across a profile who 'liked' mine that was some blonde haired pretty boy with this as a tag line: "looking for the sophie to my howl". My heart flew into my throat....was i about to live out some teenage fantasy? I got incredibly excited until i realized with dawning horror that this dude possibly meant movie!sophie...

Full offense to the movie but the artists shaved off all the harsh edges on both sophie and howl to the point of unrecognizability beyond basic plot points. So anyone who is searching for the soft, gentle, pleasant version of sophie in the movie absolutely could not handle the slightly manic cleaning lady who enjoys bullying fire demons from the book. Book sophie is quite literally a bit of an obnoxious witch(with a b). She gets angry and expresses herself by murdering weeds. She enjoys teasing howl mercilessly. She gets panic attacks and wears the curse around her like a blanket to protect herself from anxiety and uncertainty. Book sophie is a fully flawed three dimensional character in the same way that movie sophie is a picturesque daydream meant for someone more in love with the idea of being in love than wanting to actually be in love.

But it also just annoyed me because this dude was unwittingly buying into the exact flaw of movie howl. Movie howl was remade into the idea of what women want: he's perfect, he's courtly and an utter gentleman, he acts like a prince. Movie howl is what book howl pretended to be when he went off on dates.

And the entire point of the book is that it took these disguises coming off (howl's princely fake romance character and sophie's literal old woman curse) for these two idiots to fall in love. Sophie starts out as a shy timid mouse, too scared to even talk to howl - she literally runs away from him when they meet in the market. She's so insecure and unable to be selfish that the curse is a blessing in disguise for her. The minute she becomes an old woman she no longer has anything to lose, all her fucks are gone, she's for once in her life just being herself. And she marches into howl's castle looking for a place to sleep because she thinks an old woman would be safe from howl's heart stealing (womanizing) ways.

And howl, meanwhile, doesn't know anything about this crazy old woman except Calcifer likes her (and calcifer represents howl's true heart so it's essentially his gut instinct), and he sees through the old woman disguise before she sees through his but the point is he's still seeing the real sophie - not the shy timid one (movie sophie).

And sophie sees behind howl’s entire facade! The book emphasizes that howl's towering powerful ‘castle’ is hollow smoke - it’s really a tiny three room cottage. Sophie gets to meet howl's real family and find out his working class plain mouse-brown hair background from an unmagical unglamorous world. Sophie cuts up his fancy suits immediately when howl tries to put on his disguise and ‘steal hearts’ again. That was the entire theme of the book: real love doesn't need disguises and artifice.

THAT was the teenage daydream: struggling with insecurity and posturing and a whole bunch of nonsense to discover honest true love underneath. And the movie was about none of that.

Teenage me never wanted the stupid princely version of howl. Teenage me wanted the messy, vain, spider loving, too soft hearted, cowardly, loyal, andre aggassi, stubborn-assed wizard from the book. I will never never forgive the movie for taking all that and turning it into something some guy who fancies himself a handsome courtly prince can put into his d*ting profile. 

Anyway if any wizards are in need of an old cleaning lady to befriend their fire demon let me know. Fire demon not required - i have my own, my blue teardrop of a car named Clacifer. And i have the spiders. And i have the facade of success thats on the brink of crumbling. And i keep heartlessly rejecting everyone who wants to date me. Shit fuck ive turned into howl. Except im also my own manic cleaning lady so maybe ive just hyper independently doomed myself to lonliness \o/

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

They gave us three hours for the exam and I finished in 25 minutes. And they definitely hate us there because we couldn't leave early if we finished early. SO. I had some spooky gays thoughts today amongst my book reading and napping. There's like one suggestive line here

— in my one fic, Virgil walks with a cane due to a disability. Because of the time period it is set and the fact everyone is a Snooty Prissy Ass Noble, he's not very popular amongst his peers. Except Remus. Remus is head over heels for him. And Remus is also considered weird amongst the aristocracy so they take comfort in each other. I lovems them. They'll sit on a bench in the corner of a garden party and Remus will info-dump about every bug that they see and Virgil's anxiety will melt away for once. Love that for them

— incubus Virgil would draw seraphim Remus into a kiss with just a suggestion. Like a "hey do you think Sky Daddy has rules for you guys? Wanna test it?" and Remus isn't sure at first but Virgil even volunteers to tell Heaven that he just surprised Remus with it and it wasn't Remus' fault (a total lie, it is very consensual, Virgil would just take the metaphorical bullet for them despite his pathological fear of actually seeing Head Honcho Angels). Anyway Remus likes the kiss way more than they should and Heaven doesn't seem to mind so cue Remus learning about other things the human body can do (up for interpretation)

— spooky gays gimme that "I'm just a teenage dirtbag babyyy" trend vibes. The sneaking out and smoking and drinking and little accounts of vandalism and just poor teenage choices that, while possibly cringe later on, are just the light of their lives in the moment and it makes life a bit more worth living. Definitely their vibes. Also fun fact I've never heard that song in its entirety.

— 👑

25 minutes good lord 👑 Anon that's a speedrun but Y E S Y E S Y E S to A L L of this!!! First thing's first Cane user!Vee underrated and D E L I C I O U S and them sitting on a bench in a garden as Ree info-dumps about bugs is S O fucking cute and something I N E E D S O fucking badly!!! Second cackling at "Sky Daddy" and the fact that Ree has a lot to learn XD Lastly Y E S they are the alt delinquents who don't give a fuck but having a good time with each other <3

[tinycatstars]

omg if it isnt too much trouble do you think you could write some agere gamzee + cg karkat? they r my faves theyre so cuuuuuute :D

yess!! i really like the concept of karkat + gamzee using age regression to help gamzee heal and get better after sburb :D so this fic kinda revolves around that! i hope you like it !! <3 <3

also ill be posting this to ao3 too so the pesterchats will look 100 times better with the actual homestuck skin btw !! i had to improvise with tumblr lololol

(also also there is a lil cursing and mention of weed in this btw 0: just a warning!)

Gamzee woke up groggily, turning over to face his clock that sat next to his recuperacoon. It read 11 AM, which was earlier than he’s woken up in a while. The troll lets out a sigh before sitting up, cracking his joints as he stretches. 

He feels different this morning. Not a bad different, but a good one instead. He felt hazy, but not the usual haze he felt after smoking a bowl the night before. He feels… small.

Oh. Oh! He had regressed while he was sleeping.

He takes a few deep breaths before getting out of bed to find his phone. He needed to text Karkat to let him know he was regressed. He really wanted to see his moirail, but he wasn’t sure how busy Karkat would be today, and he really didn’t want to be a bother.

The troll hums, deciding that he would message the other anyways. Anxiety be damned, he wanted to see his best friend!

terminallyCapricious [TC] began trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG] at 11:12 AM

TC: GoOd MoRnInG :0)

CG: AND WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK DO YOU WANT?

TC: :0(

TC: CaN yOu CoMe OvEr? I tHiNk I’m FeElInG tInY

CG: OH

CG: SORRY. OF COURSE I CAN, DUDE

CG: I’LL BE OVER IN A SECOND, OK? STAY PUT

TC: HoNk :0)

terminallyCapricious [TC] ceased trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG] at 11:19 AM

Gamzee smiles at the exchange. As he waits for Karkat to get to his hive, he starts to get ready for the day. The troll quickly showers, or, really, just runs water and stands underneath it. He feels so much better afterwards, relaxing further into his headspace. He rubs moisturizer into his dreads after his rinse, brushing his teeth and finishing up his normal routine. He smiles at himself in the mirror - he’s come so far from where he used to be, mostly thanks to Karkat. He’s helped him feel like himself again, and now the troll finds himself doing things he never would have before, like this “self care” stuff Karkat had been pushing onto him.

He spots the scar from Nepeta’s claw that spanned across his face, it has since faded since he… yeah, best not to think about that right now.

Karkat arrives soon after Gamzee finishes getting ready.  He knocks on the door to his hive, and Gamzee excitedly goes to open it. He smiles as he’s faced with his caregiver. Karkat smiles back, seeing that Gamzee was dressed in one of his own old sweatshirts, large pajama pants, and some purple fuzzy socks. He looked extremely comfortable, not to mention adorable.

“Hey, little grub. I came over as fast as I could”, Karkat says. Gamzee smiles lazily, going in for a hug. Karkat held the other as best as he could, but it was a little difficult with the height difference. Gamzee towered over Karkat, but his head was bent so his forehead was touching the other’s, his dangling arms wrapped around the shorter troll’s body.

Karkat smiled despite the awkward position, leaning into the touch. Gamzee’s hair smelled like the loc oil the other had gifted him a while ago. The scents of passionfruit and pineapple filled the troll’s nostrils as his hair was pressed against his head.

They stay like that for a while, until Gamzee pulls away from the hug, quietly saying “Thanks for coming over”.

“Yeah, of course, I love hanging with my best pal! What did you have planned for today?” Karkat asked the little.

Gamzee shrugs, fiddling with his shirt a bit. He moves from the entryway so Karkat can properly come in. His hive was a bit of a mess, but nothing compared to what it was a few months ago. Only a few dishes were piled in the sink, a couple of pieces of clothing littered the floor, and a few pieces of paper covering the kitchen counter. It was a huge improvement from how it looked before Karkat had intervened; he couldn’t even see the floor of the hive. The other troll was so proud of Gamzee, as silly as it sounded.

“Can we play video games?” Gamzee shyly asks, eyeing his T.V. and gaming set up in the corner of the living room. 

“Sure, do you want anything to drink?” KK asked. Gamzee shook his head and plopped onto his couch, moving some of the blankets out of the way so Karkat could sit next to him. Karkat walks over and grabs the controllers that sat on the T.V. mantle, handing Gamzee one as he sits on the couch next to him.

“What did you wanna play?” Karkat asks, booting up the other’s gaming system to the home screen. Gamzee shrugs, saying something that sounded like “You pick”. Karkat noticed he mumbled a lot more while he was regressed, the other troll couldn’t understand him most days if he wasn’t reading his lips. 

He selects Mario Party, hoping it was a good choice. It was a simple enough game, something Gamzee could play and actually have fun with while regressed. He guesses it was the perfect choice, considering how Gamzee wiggles in excitement as the title screen plays. 

The shorter troll chooses to play as Bowser, while Gamzee is still trying to decide who he wants to be. “Need help deciding?” Karkat asks him, and Gamzee shakes his head as he clicks on Princess Peach. He smiled softly, she was just so pretty, he had to play as her!

They play a few rounds of Mario Party before Gamzee is practically falling asleep while sitting up. Karkat looks fondly over to the other, deciding that he needs a nap. He gently takes the controller out of Gamzee’s hand, which the troll barely registered as he moved another hand up to rub at his eyes sleepily. Karkat gently moves the little into a laying down position on the couch, pulling a spare blanket over the other.

Karkat decides he’ll make them something to eat while the little one sleeps peacefully, so he can get some food into Gamzee whenever he wakes up. The shorter troll gets up from the couch gently kissing the top of Gamzee’s forehead. The other troll smiles a little in his sleep. 

“Sweet dreams, little grub”, Karkat whispers.

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Abbott Elementary Episode 4: Smoking!! I lowkey forgot Abbott aired last night till I saw a clip of it on YouTube earlier, I believe lol. I watched it earlier today and did not liveblog it, but I'm here to talk about it a bit now!

Not much though, because it's late and I had a show tonight, and more tomorrow and Saturday lol.

The fact that they were discouraging substances while all actively using substances is hilarious xDDD It's not where I was expecting that to go lol! Idk what I was expecting, but not that xD

I'm glad it really talked about how broken the system is. I hope that kid doesn't get suspended <3.

Also the jokes the kids made about their vices were wild 💀. That dust bowl was out of control XDD Iconic all around though lol

I'm glad Jacob decided to give up vaping lol, good for him :') <3. Out of all of them his was honestly the most actually harmful lol.

Even though I don't love the detail that he vapes (mostly because you'd think being against it would be one of his many liberal policies lol), I really love that it brought back that smoking comment from the pilot!! Also I can totally spin this into a vices from deep anxiety thing which is lovely lol. Also the air bit was hilarious xD

Anyway they're all idiots but I do love them all lol <33

Also Janine was wild with that teacher lol 💀. I do think there were some things she was right about (like. the literal education parts lol) but dang girl xD love that the sub did not care at all lol

Unrelated but I love Jacob immediately blaming Morton for the smoking lol xD

Anyway seeing them all being chill at the end was great xD. Like Barbara trying the oil, Jacob quitting, etc lol. Good for them :).

This episode caught me off guard a bit, especially since I don't use substances, but I kinda like that, once again! This season is really throwing me off my game in the best way possible - we all need to be made uncomfortable sometimes to learn stuff :). This episode it wasn't too much, because I don't disrespect anyone who uses drugs (of the safe kind), but since I don't it's still a view into the other side.

Also Gregory's was so him xD. Honestly all of them lol - Janine's makes so much sense in hindsight (also Gregory's comment to her about like "Did you smoke last night" 💀 XDD iconic lol), Melissa's (and her smoking background - which by the way, the comments about that were funny too lol) made sense, Barbara's was- yeah xD, her lol, we basically already knew about Ava xD. And of course Jacob's is a callback lol! And it does kinda make sense for him, even if I thought he would know. I mean hey, we do things we know are bad all the time lol, and nobody can resist everything. Also I think I'm in partial denial because I don't want him to have gone through what it puts you through lol xD. Anyway, they were all super accurate :D.

I loved this episode!! I thought it was really great and I'm so excited for the next one :D. I am also utterly terrified :). Help me please :'). The title and description are scaring me and I swear to goodness they better be a mislead. I think they probably are but still xD.

Don't break them up please I need them lol

Also I'll just pretend it never happened anyway xD

Oh dang I probably won't be able to see that episode live either- eh we'll deal with that later.

So yeah! I loved the episode :D. I thought it was really great and super interesting :). I'm excited for the next one!

This has been my review for. . .

Abbott Elementary, Season 3, Episode 4: Smoking

It was really good :)). I'm really excited to see the next one but y'all I am so scared lol.

I'll be back next week for my review of. . .

Abbott Elementary, Season 3, Episode 5: Breakup

See you guys then!!!

[in-my-shifting-era]

Stress Relief

Eddie Munson Imagine [Fluff]

Summary: When the cloud of stress refuses to clear you go to the only person you trust to get you what you need do relax, Eddie Munson. (Reader and Eddie are over the age of 21. The events of season for do not accrue.)

Warnings: adult themes; talks of selling, buying and smoking marijuana. Also talk of stress and anxiety. minors please dni.

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Anxiety has plagued your brain all week. Having to balance college classes on top of a part time job to help pay bills is has all become lot to manage. Your friends offered a night out at a party to let loose and clear you mind if things, but the thought of being in a crowded room full of sweaty drunk college kids was not how you wanted to relax on your weekend off work and school. What did sound good to your stressed out brain brought you back to one person who just always seems to ease that stress, Eddie Munson.

You where supposed to be in Eddie’s graduating class before he was held back and made a third time senior. You weren’t close Eddie or any of his hellfire sheep but you did share several classes with him in your time at Hawkins High. While everyone thought he was the leader of some satanic cult who sold drugs to kids. You never took part in the name calling and rumored whispers. What you did do was buy weed accusingly from the nerdy metal head who wasn’t as big and scary as the town made him out to be.

Weed seemed to calm the buzzing thoughts of anxiety. It made the unmanageable seem, well manageable. First it started with a puff while you studied for a test or a puff when you’d need to do chores to bust the motivation you need for them. The first time you approached him in his spot in the woods to buy your Junior year after applying to colleges triggered your first panic attack. That’s when you learned his satanic cult was a D&D club and he secretly had a heart of gold. After his initial confession with your interest in the drug you soon became one of Eddie’s favorite regular customers.

After graduating you stopped buying and using weed regularly. Saving money was also a huge plus from using the herb as an anxiety aid. Eddie quickly became a distant whisper you here on the street when you where walking around town.

Now your new anxiety with college and adulthood brought you to that same spot. The same worn picnic table is somehow still standing. You tap your fingers along the side of the table, an anxious habit you’ve picked up since high school. A twig snap brought you out of your thoughts.

You turn your head in the direction of the sound and your shoulders relax when you are met with familiar soft brown eyes. “ I don’t mean to scare you. I just got back my favorite client. I don’t wanna lose her to a heart attack. I honestly thought you had dropped my number after you graduated.”

The metal head held the same dimpled cheeky smile on his face as he rocked awkwardly on the balls of his feet with his hands in his vest pocket. His hair was longer and more tamed since the last time you saw him. He’s gained some muscle and got taller, something you didn’t think was possible.

“I’m sorry I kinda vanished on you. Once I went away to college I was too busy to smoke.” You offer Eddie and apologetic smile that he takes with a small nod as he maneuvers his lanky legs to join you at the picnic table setting his families metal tin down between you both. “I’m just happy you remembered my number when you needed the stress relief again. Has that gotten any better; the anxiety?”

Eddie know why you stared to smoke. He had asked you why such a popular and pretty girl was buying weed off the twin freak. The sweet gesture of him asking made your cheeks burn a light pink which you try to hide with a smile and eye contact as you spoke. “It’s became different stress but I’m managing. Weed just seems to help in that.” You laugh shyly meeting his gentle gaze from across the table.

Eddie smiles your demeanor and opens his Tim taking out an 8th and placing it on the table. “Since you’re a returning customer I’m giving you a special discount. $25 for the 8th. I even rolled it for you because I remember you told me one time you hated rolling yourself. No extra charge.” His ringed hands fidget with the plastic bag as he throws you a comforting smile.

A small blush creeps onto your face at the kind gesture and the fact he remembered something so small just to make you feel comfortable. “Thank you Eddie, I really needs to repay you for being so accommodating to my herbal remedy fix.” Eddie’s dimples return as he closes his tin and stands to bow at you. “I am happy to assist you m’lady. I hope this helps your stress. You know where do find me if you needs anything. Even if it’s not herb related.”

You smile widely as Eddie stands up stepping away from the table. “Thank you Eddie. I promise you’ll hear from me again. I may need someone to smoke with if I’m going to get back into it regularly.” This makes a small blush fall onto Eddie’s pale cheeks. “I don’t usually smoke with clientele, but I do smoke with friends if the offer would still stand then.”

You match his blush with your own and smile widely. “ I’d like to smoke with a friend sometime. Stay out if trouble Eddie Munson.” Eddie starts walking towards the street where you imagine his van is parked turning for a moment to flash a friendly smile. “I’ll do my best sweetheart. No problems though.”

With that he left you sitting at the picnic table shaking your head laughing lightly to yourself. Maybe you’re anxiety can lead to something worth while if it means being with Eddie Munson more.

Ah I don’t know how I feel about this. It’s kinda self indulgent since I use weed to release stress and I’d do anything to have Eddie as my cute drug dealer. Anyway let me know what we think of this. Feel free to leave a request!

[sunflowerseraph]

hi i haven't watched moon knight but i've watched video essays on it so i know a bit, who's ur favorite character and what are ur headcanons for them?

Ok apologies in advance bc im super dizzy writing this :D but Ohhh my god absolutely its Jake Lockley. Comics and show. Ok well in the show he doesnt have much screentime BUT it doesn't mean theres not subtle jake moments and like teases to him existing. I have assloads of jake hcs (he likes cats, hes fond of sharks, and astronomy, and he wears gloves all the time to help with his sensory issues) but i think he has soooo many roles in the MK sys! Hes a gatekeeper, a memory/trauma holder, a physical protector (occasionally dabbles in emotional protecting, like a romantic/sexual protector!) I think he frequently goes nonverbal (autism creature♡)!! I think hes a Guardian too, but in the case of rangling Khonshu (or any other "persecutor type") ! I have so many hcs abt what roles he fills and the extent of them 🧍 i love intersys relations♡♡ he has little rituals that he takes on when he gets time to front. He enjoys a nice cup of coffee at Genas diner, and he will occasionally smoke a cigarette or two despite stevens protests.(Genas been trying to get him to quit, started giving him lollipops and hard candies cause the smoking is probably from some oral fixation.)

Hes really social! But hes still got the anxiety that comes with being social. He has to be for his taxi driving anyways! I feel like hes got a social mask to interact with people he drives around n stuff, when he needs info, etc. But he doesnt like to meet new people? Like, he has friends already, and the idea of making connections is nerve wracking (thats Stevens job, hes good at external connections! Esp comic steven, since he literally makes all their friends for the most part. Like he and jake make the friends and marc is stubborn♡)

[Tw for trauma ment, abuse, etc! Skip to the next colored line for not that :D]

Jake insys looks different than the body out of sys sometimes too! He holds a physical manifestation of previous injuries/trauma. He and Marc share certain scars or marks from their merc/military days, and in the case of the show, from physical trauma growing up with their mom. Steven tends not to have those marks/scars! Marc definitely has some, but not to the extent as Jake. Since jake is a gatekeeper/memory holder, he would have more scars or marks representing certain memories or traumas that they experienced, even if Marc doesnt, bc Marc doesnt get all the memories. Steven gets like None at all, so he wouldnt really have those markings. Jake might carry some chronic pain stuff (symptom holder) too? Speaking from experience, abuse like that can lead to nerve damage/chronic pain, so it would make sense he would experience it.

[ Ok, end of tw section]

I think Jakes music taste varies too! He usually just listens to the radio in his cab, so he doesnt have a Set Big Preference. He does love Luis Miguel tho. Steven likes reading ,but im sure he enjoys music! Probably nothing too Hardcore, softer music, or maybe even oldies. I think Marc would like music like Pink Floyd, Zeppelin, def leppard, acdc, hozier, Imagine dragons, Muse idk i have lists and playlists but thats not the point here. Jake likes Doja Cat.

He also loves cats just in general, black cats especially. Marc prefers dogs, and Steven (obviously) likes his fish!

Hes the shortest insys! God theres this funny art thing of the mk boys going Jake why are u so small, and jake replies with some shit about being like Wolverine. I think by @bicatperson ?? AS I WAS WRITING THIS I FOUND IT. Here.

EDIT: link didnt work here it is again hopefully?

Im trying to think of more things uhm. He ALWAYS tips Gena extra at the diner (They are sweet, theyre like two highschool sweethearts to me. She cares about his well being and he loves her boys like his own. ) speaking of, jake is So good with kids. Btw. I feel like hed definitely be a little caretaker !! He also loves Diatrice and calls her Dia or dee,or didi :) i also hate all the shit abt her not being "his kid" which just isnt fucking true. Sorry im not a fan of marlene for that shit.

Anyways. Jake is crucial to the mk sys in any universe in anyway possible in my brain ok. Hes kind and strong and doesnt shy from a fight. Hes wreckless at times but hes good at figuring things out. Hes got those streetsmarts. Hes also in love with his lawyer Matt Murdock.

[wanderrlust0]

rant:/

sometimes my bf gets too insecure and its like D; i’ll compliment him but then if i say something to express my preference or my opinion or anything like that, he sometimes will take it personal and will start thinking that i dont think hes attractive, like noo🤦🏻‍♀️ i literally just gave you a compliment. its like how some girls can just say when they dont like their bfs haircut or that they prefer something this way or that they wont look bad if they tried it this way. i cant just casually do that with him without the possibility of making it like im putting him down!! then he’ll start this mental journey of like not needing me to know his worth (OBVI thats a good thing) but itll feel like its done in a way where its petty or out of spite, bc if he feels that i dont think hes hot, he’ll just focus more on himself, do his own thing, talk to me less, probs start thinking that he can be with someone else instead who will validate him, and i feel like he has “subtweeted” me, like not actually on twitter but on other platforms we both use like spotify playlists & yelp (LOL that sounds so out of place but yeah its the checkin comments, iykyk). so yeah idk, his emotions can feel complicated at times. weve also been hanging out only once a wk recently & i think he has a hard time with that, and so do I. usually we hang twice a wk but he got a new job so his schedule makes it harder. i feel like whenever we are apart for a long period of time our connection to each other tends to fizzle out a bit, the longer were apart. i told my friend that & i said that maybe we should start facetiming bc we dont do that at all actually. were not that couple who talks on the phone unless we really have to, so while i was on ft with my friend i was thinking maybe me & him should start doing that since were not hanging out as often as we used to. we snap all the time so we see each others faces everyday which isnt an issue, its the talking part. also, this is a sudden change of topic but still related to him..hes been having a lower sex drive & now its happening more often where hes like in the mood & then it dies out mid way so we have to take a break and then we can try again if he feels like hes ready and then were okay. every time he says not to worry, it isnt bc of me. he says that even when hes by himself he doesnt get the urge as much as he used to so his drive really did just shrink. since he told me that it makes me believe him more, like im not the problem, but i mean…of course theres a part of me that questions that bc it makes me feel like he has less of a want to fuck me. it could also be some performance anxiety as well he said but why isnt it just a rare occurrence anymore. i dont get mad at him for it bc i can understand low sex drive since i have it. there are times where i really dont feel the need to do it but we do it anyway. then once we start ill get into it but my time window is just shorter compared to when i am more horny. it doesnt mean i dont like him less (unless were going thru something) i just dont have that urge, so thats why im not getting annoyed at him bc i can relate..but IDK like at least for me thats normal, ive always been that way. this is a new thing for him so its a sudden change & yeah weve gotten older, hes 2yrs older than me so that could be a factor as well..its just sudden. so i guess im linking that to us hanging out less now & maybe he doesnt feel as attached to me. last time we hung out we smoked & that happened to him so we had to stop. aunt flow was with me so we couldnt go all the way. weed also makes him weird when it comes to it tho bc sometimes it makes him feel too tired/lazy to be in the mood for it if hes too high. me on the other hand, weed gets me more horny (as long as im not like incapacitated lol) so i was feeling it but i told him he couldnt fuck me bc even tho aunt flow was starting to leave, it would still get messy all up in there lol. when i went home i did end up masturbating tho. im finally seeing him tm for the whole day so i hope we’ll be good

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Thank you all for the kind messages. I appreciate you all.

I was just having a really bad day yesterday. I wanted to rip my hair out and it felt like I had bugs crawling under my skin. I don't know how to describe it. My anxiety is so bad. I don't feel the best today either. I still got up anyway. I took a shower and got dressed. The nurse didn't think I was sick enough to take another full day off so I am going to have to work noon to 5 today. I don't want to work but I don't want to sit in bed all day either. I need some social interaction because I'm lonely.

I hope I can conceal my new tattoo from everyone today with my jacket so I don't get in trouble. My hand is a little bruised so hopefully they don't notice that. I don't want to hide it because I love it and I want to show it off. Hopefully I can show people once it heals. I will just have to lie about when I had it done.

I also need to try to keep saving my money. I spent a lot of my day yesterday trying to figure stuff out to apply for disability. I think it's shitty how some people think it's so easy to get disability and it's really not. It's such a frustrating process. My doctor wasn't as helpful as I thought she would be because she just gave me the address to the social security website and I have to figure it out on my own. They will automatically deny my application if I'm still working full time. I am going to have to go part time in the near future. I will probably only be able to work 10 hours a week. I will lose my health insurance and benefits once I start working part time so I need to try to get all of my doctors appointments out of the way first. It will take at least a year to get approved but it's not guaranteed. I don't know if I can afford a lawyer. I'm scared I am going to get sick again in the meantime and not be able to get treatment because it's so expensive. I'm not sure how I'm going to be able to pay my bills every month because I won't have much money left over to do anything else. It's also going to be a huge pain in the ass to get all of my medical records together and I wish there was an easier way to do it. It's so overwhelming.

I really wish I could get my anxiety under control. I have been thinking about renting a car and going to Missouri so I can smoke something. It's closer than Colorado. It really would help with my appetite because I haven't eaten much in days and it's making me feel like shit. I even ordered food yesterday but I barely ate any of it so hopefully I have more of a desire to eat when I get home later.

I think I'm too chicken to drive down there though. I don't want to get in trouble. I'm scared of driving on the interstate by myself. It's embarrassing because I have been driving for over 10 years now and I have only done it twice. When I was with my ex, he would insist on driving everywhere. I didn't like driving with him in the car anyway because he would criticize me the whole time and scream at me. I remember having to take him to work when he didn't have a car and he was always in such a bad mood. There were a few times that he got physical with me when I was trying to drive and it was so scary so it's amazing I didn't get in an accident.

I've only had one major car accident. I remember I was driving by myself and trying to turn off the highway. I got hit by a truck that was going at least 55 mph. He hit the rear right side of my car. I was so sad because that was my grandma's car and it was totaled. I miss my little Jetta. I thought I had enough time to get out of the way but I wasn't a very experienced driver when that happened. There was an off-duty cop that saw the whole thing happen and he came and helped me right away because I was in shock. I haven't had a lot of good experiences with the police but he was very helpful and I'm glad he was there. The guy that hit me was such an asshole and didn't give a shit if I was ok or not. He was more concerned about his massive truck and he didn't have as much damage as I did. I never even spoke to him and he stayed on the other side of the intersection. Luckily I didn't get too injured. I just had whiplash and bruises from the seat belt. I hate making left turns in front of heavy traffic now so now I go out of my way to avoid that even if it takes me longer to get where I'm going.

It took a long time to get a new car and the one I have now was free because it was my ex's brother's old car. His family bought him a brand new car and they were just going to send it to the scrap yard even though it wasn't in that bad of shape at the time. That was one of the few things my ex's family helped me with and I'm grateful that I have it. I probably wouldn't have a car still if they hadn't given it to me. It was sort of my ticket to freedom because I didn't have to rely on my ex for rides anymore. It's falling apart now but I don't take it for granted. I don't know what I would've done without it. I still think it's fun to drive despite all of the issues it has.

I hope I can try to clean up some more of my mess this weekend. It's really not as bad as it looks in that picture I took last week. I have cleaned up a little bit since then. I am going to take some more trash out and maybe get some of the boxes out of here that I can't use for other things. I'm going to change the sheets on my bed because I bought some new ones and I'm going to throw this mattress pad away because it sucks. I'm not really looking forward to not having one on the bed at all because it was hurting me before which is why I bought one in the first place. It worked for a little while. It would really help if I could do my laundry because most of my mess is just dirty clothes and some trash. I am just going to start boxing up the dirty ones because I don't have anywhere to put them. I don't even plan on keeping all of them. I will probably sell a lot of them at a garage sale or something once I can wash them. I can't afford to keep ordering new ones because I need to save money so I can go part time. I hope we can get a new washing machine sometime soon because I can't get my portable one hooked up. I thought it would work in my bathroom but we can't get it hooked up to the faucet because it's so old and corroded. I would go to the laundromat but I don't know if I have the energy to haul my clothes around. I had a hard enough time trying to take them down to the basement when our washer still worked. I used to have to go to the laundromat when I lived in Florida and it gives me anxiety now because I had some bad experiences.

I'm going to try not to stress out about stuff the rest of the day. I'm doing my best to stay positive. I'm glad I only have to work a few hours and I don't think it will be too crazy when I get there. I should probably stop rambling now. I am going to finish getting ready for work soon because I need to leave around 11:30. Thank you all for listening to me vent about stuff. I hope that everyone enjoys the rest of their day. 💖💖💖

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[bookshelf-dust]

something like that.

eddie munson x fem!henderson!reader

word count: 3,795

warnings: swearing, smoking (tobacco usage), mentions of anxiety and insecurities, reader doesn’t have a friend group :(( sexual innuendos, teeny bit of angst, mostly fluff

a/n: in case of any confusion, in my head, this is a world where Vecna will not be happening, so the kids start high school like normal, and Eddie joins the gang, etc. etc., chaos and teenagedom ensue. also, reader and will talk about boys!! eek!! anyways, i wanted to write more for eddie, and just went ham and this is what happened. and i love sleepovers!! and dusty bun!! i hope you like it! <333 also!!! i have a little over a hundred followers?? that's crazy to me!! i am thankful for every last one of you little squishies (even though i still need to check for bots). <333

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Hellfire had ended about half an hour ago and from what it sounded like now, only Eddie was left, helping Dustin clean up out in the living room. It was getting late, after midnight.

The school was actually putting on a theater production for once, so they’d been temporarily kicked out of the drama room, Dustin’s house being the decided place of meeting until they could go back.

You grabbed for the towel sitting next to the sink on the counter whilst trying to blink the water off of your eyelashes. Patting your face dry, you straightened, hearing footsteps outside of the bathroom door.

They weren’t Dustin’s, who’s were always heavy—like a stomp—but were just a bit lighter, the strides further apart. Eddie. It wasn’t like you were hiding, seeing as you’d left the bathroom door open to begin with.

The steps stopped, the sound of knuckles on a doorframe. You peeked over the top of your now-wet towel. Eddie’s hands were behind his back, a kind sort of grin on his face. “How can I help you this evening, Mr. Munson?” You asked, drawing a snort from the boy.

You lowered the towel, drying off your arms where the water had run down.

“I have been instructed by the younger Henderson that I should ‘just stay the night’ due to the current time. Wanted to let you know. Do you know where my toothbrush is?”

His statement didn’t shock you, nor bother you. It wasn’t the first time Eddie had stayed after a long night of vigorous D&D playing. That was why Dustin had a trundle bed, after all. For sleepovers. Now the lower mattress just had a twenty year old amongst the Star Wars sheets as opposed to a fifteen year old Will or Lucas.

You tossed the towel back on the counter, crouching to dig around under the sink, looking for the red travel container belonging to Eddie’s Henderson-Household-toothbrush. Finding purchase, you stood, holding it out to him.

“For your dental hygiene, my liege.”

“Thank you.”

You returned to putting moisturizer on your face, passing Eddie the toothpaste from where you’d left it moments ago. You smirked at him in the mirror where he had foam all over his mouth, and he bumped your shoulder with his.

Spitting and rinsing his mouth clean, he turned to you. “May I use some of that, M’lady? My skin has been shit lately.”

“Sure thing.” You held the container of lotion aloft, allowing him to dip his finger into the contents a few times, dabbing the cream onto his face.

“Thank you,” he said, watching you screw the lid closed. You observed him as he rubbed it in, fingers swiping over the circles under his eyes, his tongue poking out in concentration. You tried to not stare, not to think about how it would feel to do it yourself.

“Better?”

“Much.” You patted him on the shoulder, heading off to bed.

Flopping down on your mattress, you took the chance to breathe.

You had feelings for Eddie. They’d been almost instantaneous after you got to know him through Dustin. After you saw the way he welcomed your younger brother, how excited he got to have new members in his club. The way he was always sweet to you, always thanked you for putting up with them when Hellfire met at your home.

And there were those times that he’d smile at you, his gaze lingering for just a little too long. The time you’d come home late after spending too long at the bookstore, and thought you had interrupted Dustin hanging out with his friends. Max had come over to see what you’d bought, like always, and Eddie had asked you to watch a movie with them.

And one day you’d smacked into him in the hall at school, and he’d taken one look at you and known. Known you were stressed. He could feel your hands shake as he steadied you, see the worry in your eyes. He’d asked you to sit with him at lunch, and no one had asked any questions. He’d told you he’d always be around if you wanted to talk.

Things like this made you wonder. Wonder whether he was just being nice to Dustin’s older sister, or if he maybe in some way cared about you a little more.

Because he was so sweet. Maybe he was like this with everyone, even if he could be a little intimidating sometimes.

You just didn’t know. But really, when you thought about it, and you did, you weren’t his type. You were quiet, lacking a friend group. He was the opposite of you. There was no way.

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You pattered down the hall, pulling a sweatshirt over your head, in search of sustenance. Dustin had slept with the door cracked, and you peeked in, seeing both him and his older friend passed out. You pretended like the skin of Eddie’s back that you could see where his shirt had ridden up didn’t affect you.

You dug around in the freezer, in search of the Eggo’s you knew were hidden in the back. Scrambling for purchase, you latched on to the chilly box, and went to shut the door.

“Fuck!” You jumped at the figure that had materialized during your search.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.” Eddie chuckled, reaching to tie up his sleep matted hair.

“You’re fine. I just thought everyone else was still sleeping.” You opened the box, ripping at the plastic wrap separating you and waffles. “You hungry?”

“Yeah, actually.” Eddie leaned against the counter, watching you struggle with the packaging.

“We have waffles, clearly. There’s cereal, or I can make you something. Like toast, or…” you paused, thinking. “That’s it actually.” Eddie smiled at you and you swear your heart felt like it was going to fly out of your chest and onto the floor in front of you, gory as that may seem.

“Waffles are fine. You don’t have to make them, though. I do know how to use a toaster.”

“You’re the guest, Munson. And technically, I’m in charge, so I can’t have you setting the kitchen aflame this early in the morning.” He was smiling at you again, those big brown eyes seemingly putting you in a trance. “How many do you want?”

Eddie tapped his finger thoughtfully against his chin. “Four.”

You took four waffles out of the box and popped all of them in the toaster, thankful your mom had bought one with that many spots. “Do you want them burnt? How done do you like them?” You asked, fingers waiting above the dial before pressing the lever.

“However you do yours is just fine.” You rolled your eyes at him, moving to get the syrup out of the fridge.

Eddie watched you move around the kitchen. He liked watching you, seeing your mind work as you pulled out plates and forks and butter. He didn’t think anyone had the right to be this gorgeous this early in the day, eyes still puffy from sleep, sheet marks on your cheek.

You spun around aimlessly in the kitchen, waiting for his waffles to finish, trying not to think about how pretty he looked. How he had on these sweatpants he’d left over and his ass looked fucking exquisite. Stop. “Sleep okay?”you inquired, trying to quit your middle-school-crushing.

Eddie laughed. It was gravely and deep and comforting. “Yeah. I know that mattress is a twin, but it’s much better than my one at home. Dustin does snore though, you know that?”

“It’s horrendous. Always has been.”

The waffles popped up at that exact moment, making you jump and then turn around to retrieve them. You put them on a plate, then popped your three in while you opened the butter for Eddie and handed him a knife.

By the time he finished buttering and syruping, your waffles were done and he passed the accoutrements off to you. You picked up your finished plate and realized he was waiting on you. “I’m going to eat these in my room, unless you want to sit out here. But I got in trouble for getting syrup on the couch and the dining chairs hurt my ass.” He laughed again.

“Can I join you?”

“That was the point, Munson.”

You plopped down on your bed, spreading a napkin over your lap. Eddie sat leaning against the wall, long legs crisscrossed, his knee almost touching yours.

“Are your Eggo’s up to par?”

He nodded enthusiastically at you. “Yep.”

The both of you sat in comfortable silence for a while, munching away. But then you looked up at him, and Eddie reached out, wiping syrup off of your cheek where it had apparently taken refuge. That was all fine and dandy. But then he raised his thumb to his mouth, and sucked the substance off of his skin, keeping eye contact with you. Suddenly it was very hot. You felt like you needed to take your sweatshirt off.

“You like the syrup that much?” What else were you going to say? Shit, you had to be fucking beet red.

“Something like that.”

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Ever since The Waffle Incident, as you’d creatively named it, you’d been trying to avoid Eddie, for the most part, or at least not bother him. It wasn’t so much avoiding as it was just not crossing his path as often.

There was no possible way he could have feelings for you. You were his best buddies older sister, for fucks sake. You were probably a nuisance.

Always taking Dustin places, hanging around the house when they played. Eddie probably thought you were fucking obnoxious.

You just didn’t want to bug him. He was trying to finish school, plan campaigns, spend time with his friends before things changed. You were just some girl who’d come along with her sibling.

Shit, Dustin was your only friend. Best to not think about your feelings anymore.

But you couldn’t stop replaying that moment in your head. “Something like that.”

Today though, your mom had asked you to pick up Dusty from Hellfire because she had book club. So here you were, parked a little outside the doors where they usually let out, the school play finally done and the drama room available to them once again.

Dustin practically leapt out to the car, dying to tell you that he'd won the campaign, beat the shit out of the ogre that was meant to have killed him. He related all of this once you berated him for not yet having his seatbelt latched, going on about dice numbers—stuff you still didn’t entirely comprehend. You’d played with him a couple times, but lately he’d abandoned teaching you.

"I invited everyone over for a sleepover on Friday. So if you could make yourself scarce, that'd be great. I'd tell you to go out with your friends or something, but..." He cocked his head, screwing his face up in pity.

"Damn." You tried not to feel hurt, considering he was right about your failures in the friend department. “Who’s everyone? Also, didn’t you just have a sleepover with Eddie?”

“Jealous, are we? Max and Lucas. Mike.” He held up his hands, counting off with his fingers. “Gareth and Eddie. Jeff has to babysit.”

“Thrilling,” you trailed off. “Wait, what about—”

“Will? Yes, your favorite shall also be in attendance.” You laughed in triumph.

Maybe you shouldn’t have favorites of your brother’s friends, but Will was too good for this world.

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It was just after dinner when Will had made his way down the hall to your bedroom. He was now sat next to you while you talked to Joyce, who Will had promised to call like always--at least twice--with an update of his activities and assurance that everything was okay.

You told Joyce that he was doing really, really good. This was one of the first few "normal" experiences he was trying to get back in the hang of, considering starting high school had been so tough on him.

It was hard to tell when it really started, maybe when Dustin brought him to the park one day forever ago. Will and you were the quiet ones, but the ones that could get oh so excited about things you were probably to old to be getting excited about.

He was just a really, really sweet kid. And he'd been through more than enough trauma for a lifetime.

You handed the phone off to Will, who answered his mom's questions begrudgingly, albeit with a smile on his face. "I know mom, I promise I'm having fun and I swear I will call you if I need something. But--y--yeah, Y/N is here. I know. I love you, too mom." He leaned over to set the receiver back in its place.

"What movie are you guys watching tonight?"

"Weird Science. You know, the one with your boyfriend in it."

"Robert Downey Jr. or Anthony Michael Hall? You're gonna have to be more specific." Will looked at you in shock.

"Anthony? Really? I thought we were bonding over brown eyes, I didn't even know you liked him."

Will had told you about his feelings more than anyone else besides Jonathan. He was working on Joyce. Not everyone knew yet. Specifically that he liked boys and he was more than happy to gush over them with you.

A knock at the door. "Yeah? You can come in. He's super cute, Will."

Eddie appeared, curls bouncing, propped against the door frame. "Who's 'super cute'?"

“Me.” You said, feigning confidence.

“That is true.” What the fuck was wrong with him?

Eddie turned to look at Will, a smirk on his face, pretending he hadn’t just said that. “I was asked to see if you were ready to watch the movie.” Will told him he was and smiled at you before stealing your blanket and fleeing the room.

“You comin’?” Eddie asked you and you shook your head.

“I was told to remain scarce. Besides, I’ve seen it loads.” Eddie pushed off the wall, walking to your bed and perching where Will had been.

“So you’re just gonna sit in here all night?”

“No. I’m gonna read. This isn’t the first sleepover I’ve had to stay out of, Eddie.” You sounded kind of annoyed, without really meaning to.

He put a hand on your knee. “Did I piss you off? I feel like I haven’t really seen you lately.”

“No, of course you didn’t piss me off. We just run in different circles, Eddie.”

To him, you sounded tired.

Something clicked in Eddie’s mind at that comment. You didn’t think that he could possibly give a shit about you. Maybe you thought he shouldn’t give a shit about you.

But Eddie knew how he felt. He liked you. He liked you a whole-fucking-lot, and seeing you clearly upset over something, maybe him, really hurt him.

“Go watch the movie, Eddie. Hang out with your pubescent friends.” You smiled at him, but you were still rubbing your head, trying to prevent a stress headache from forming.

Eddie sighed, but left anyways, and you immediately wished he hadn’t.

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There was another knock on your door. You glanced at the red numbers on your side table, it was after midnight. Again. Dustin was quite the snooze, and you didn’t know who would be up. “Yeah?”

Your door opened, slowly, slowly. Curls. Eddie. Eddie in plaid pajama pants and a Black Sabbath shirt. “You’re awake.”

“It’s only midnight.” He snorted at your statement moving into your room and shutting the door behind him.

“Come with me,” he said, making you close your book.

“Where are we going?”

“Outside. Everyone else is asleep. Every last one of those little shits.” He dug around in his pocket, pulling free a pack of Marlboros, and then holding out his hand, beckoning you. “Come on, man. Let’s go.”

You led the way down the hall and through the living room, tiptoeing around the mattresses Dustin had drug out from his room, the blanket piles, the pillows. Although you couldn’t help but notice how closely Will and Mike were sleeping next to each other. How Dustin was definitely drooling on Gareth. How Lucas held Max on the couch.

You unlocked the door, holding it open just so to prevent creaking, and Eddie slipped out before you.

The both of you plopped on the porch steps. “Is this okay?” Eddie held his lighter aloft. You told him it was fine.

Eddie was careful to blow the smoke away from you, but he kept a knee touching you the whole time.

“You gonna tell me what’s going on with you?”

Yeah, actually. You were. You didn’t have the energy to keep dragging it on any longer. What good was it going to do keeping it in?

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s that I have feelings for you.” Eddie’s head swung towards you from where it had been watching the ash fall for his cigarette.

“But maybe it’s that you’re friends with my brother. You’re his friend, not mine, and you don’t have to keep pretending to be. Because you being nice to me is a little too much lately. You don’t have to act like you care because I’m related to Dustin. You don’t have to pretend your friends with me too.”

“Because I know you don’t like me like that. I’m not your type, Eddie. And I’m not entirely sure that I should even be telling you this. I’m half sure you think I’m a nuisance.”

Eddie rose, stepped away from the stairs, moved to stand in front of you. His eyebrows were pinched together, and he looked frustrated.

“Listen to me, yeah?” Another drag, turn of the head to blow the smoke out into the night air. “I don’t really think you get to tell me who I like. And it’s killin’ me that you think I couldn’t like you because I’m friends with your brother. That you’re, what, just his sister and what you feel doesn’t matter?”

He dropped the cigarette, snubbed it out with his shoe, and then picked the butt up and tossed into the outside trash bin.

Eddie crouched in front of you, setting his hands on the brick on either side of you. “Is that what you think?”

“Eddie—”

“Don’t. Tell me.”

“Dustin got to high school and found you guys. He’s happy. He’s doing well, for the first time in a long time. I haven’t had any of that. I’m not going to take that away from him. You’re his friend, Eddie. And you’re so sweet to everyone, so maybe you’ve just been being sweet to me. I just—I’m not like you. I wouldn’t expect you to feel anything for me.”

Eddie felt like he’d been shoved to the ground. He could practically feel the cold of concrete beneath his fingertips as if he had. Feel the sting of shallow scrapes and dirt in the cuts.

“I do, though. I feel a lot for you.” He swept his thumb across your cheek. “I don’t know, maybe it’s your laugh. The way you went red when I got the syrup off your face.” Another swipe. “That you knew where my toothbrush was. The way you move around. How much you love Dustin and how I can see it. How you are with Will the Wise."

“I might have shepherded your little lost sheepie of a brother, but I’m not just putting up with you because I have to. I’m not just being nice to you. And you’re not a nuisance. Not in the slightest. What if I wanted you, huh?”

“‘Cause I do. And I don’t wanna hear shit about you ‘not being my type,’” he used air quotes for emphasis, and you took a moment to look at his bare hands, Sharpie marks along his fingers. When he put them down again, rather than land on the steps, they landed on your knees.

“I don’t know what you think my type is. But it’s you.”

Eddie looked at you with watery brown eyes. You reached out and tapped your index finger on his nose, and his face split in a grin, smile lines forming around his mouth.

“What was that for?”

“You’re just really sweet. I love your nose.”

“Yeah?” He nuzzled his nose against your cheek, making you laugh.

“Yeah. Come inside with me.” You reached for his hand, pulling him up with you.

You turned to the door, opening it carefully and sneaking back in. You peeked in, thinking everyone was still asleep.

What you didn’t know was that Will had woken up, and caught the two of you walking down the hall. But he knew about your thing for brown eyes, and found himself going right back to sleep. Since you were so good at keeping his secret, he was perfectly capable of minding his own business about this.

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“Do you wanna sleep in here with me? I know my bed is a twin, but we could make it work. Unless you want to go back out in the living room.”

Eddie kicked his shoes off and then pulled off his socks.

“A sleepover? You want me to sleep in your bed? I love sleepovers.” You laughed at his enthusiasm, despite the sleep seeping into his features.

You climbed into bed, patting the space next to you and the wall, waiting for him to join you. Eddie bounded over, leaping across you and settling under the covers.

You reached up, separating your usual stack of two pillows and spreading them out a little so that Eddie would have some support. His arm lifted, but he stopped himself. “Is this okay?”

“Yep.” Eddie wrapped his arm around your waist, tugging you closer. He tucked his other hand under his cheek, and smiled as you did the same, your opposite hand rubbing his back.

"What about this?" He leaned in, nose almost brushing yours.

"Yeah, I think I'll let it slide." Eddie snorted again, that sweet little breath of a laugh.

He moved until his lips touched yours, and kissed you short and sweet. His lips were soft, and he was grinning for the entirety of its short life span. You kissed him back, and then he pulled away, smooching your forehead with an audible and overexaggerated sound that made you laugh.

“You’re gonna have to go back out there in the mornin,’ you know.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He pushed your hair away from your shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “I’ll make my escape at some point. But I can’t promise you’ll want to give me up that easily.” He’d been smiling like an idiot before he even finished that one.

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[cacoetheswriting]

hello there!

1st time both here on your beautiful page and just tumblr in general lol

hope you are having a lovely day and would like to ask on how eddie munson would playfully react with female!reader with a tendency to blush when under overwhelming anxiety?

hi my dear !!! welcome to tumblr, glad you stumbled across my page and i hope you're having a lovely day also <333

ooh that's such a good question! i think it could potentially go something like this:

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You can feel the heat rush to your face. Not long before your cheeks would be burning hot, your expression easily readable to anyone that noticed as if you held a sign that said: 'Look at me, I'm panicking.'.

And it was all Eddie's fault.

The little jerk played into a joke Dustin made about the two of you dating on the sly. And what made matters worse, your super secret crush on the metalhead blossomed further as he shot you a wink from across the table, super nonchalantly.

You wanted to scream but now was not the time nor the place. So instead you sat frozen as Eddie said, "She's smoking hot and sweet like honey, just the best girlfriend.", before locking his gaze with yours once again and smirking wide.

The gang giggled along, every single one of them now looking to you for a snarky comment or some sort of pushback. Yet you couldn't muster a single word, feeling instead as your face burned and throat dried.

When after a couple of seconds you still don't say anything, the metalhead swiftly changed the subject to his plans for this evening's D&D campaign. The boys got lost in conversation instantly, briefly forgetting about you, which gave Eddie the opportunity to stand and motion for you to follow him out of the cafeteria.

"Are you okay?"

You nod in response but he doesn't buy it.

"What was that about anyway? I was expecting something along the lines of 'in your dreams, Munson', not silence."

"Oh, well," you clear your throat, "Guess the topic made me a little nervous."

Eddie arches a brow. "Why? It's just a little innocent fun."

You pull your bottom lip in between your teeth, chewing anxiously, because what could you even say. But the look in your eyes is answer enough and Eddie extends one arm, wrapping it around your shoulders to pull you in for a hug.

"I like that I make you blush," he teases in a whisper and you can't help but giggle.

[burger-boy-jones]

Grape Ice

Donnie x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Notes: My friend at work told me about the different vape flavours you could get and grape ice was one of them and I was like well why not make it a story lol. I mean since dabbing and memes exsist in the canon universe, maybe vapes do too? 🤔🤔 Anyways, no song involved this time, sad I know. 😂

Text Recieved at 2:30

April💚💛: You coming? I'm with the guys.

Text Sent at 2:31

Y/N: Yep and I got what you asked for.

Text Recived at 2:32

April💚💛: Awww thanks girl! I'll pay you back!

Y/N chuckles as she reads April's text. "No problem girl, I don't mind helping you out...and send." Y/N says as she finishes typing out her message as it goes through.

She pockets her phone, digging around for her anxiety relief.

"There you are." Y/N says as she fishes out her vape. She brings it to her lips, taking a long drag before exhaling.

Grape flavour.

Reminds her of Donnie, maybe it's because her vape is purple colored, or maybe because grapes are purple.

She flushes as an image of Donnie flashing her a geniune smile appears in her mind.

Gah!

Y/N shakes her head to stop her thoughts from growing any bolder.

She doesn't know when her crush on Donnie started, she does know this, she knows she loves when he rants about his latest invention, watching his eyes grow wide in excitement when he speaks about any of his tech. Y/N also loves his voice, if he could speak for hours she would let hom, his voice is so soothing to her when he speaks about anything. She also loves his bad boy attitude, she thinks its charming and cute, but she knows he does care about his family despite his bad boy image being somewhat tainted when he worries.

Y/N stops in front of the manhole cover, calming herself before lifting the cover as she descends down the old rotten ladder, minding each step she takes down.

Once she's at the bottom, she fishes out her phone before turning on her flashlight to light the way. "Should put some lights up...maybe I can ask Donnie to make something." She mutters under her breath.

Y/N navigates the tunnel flawlessly, thanks to Donnie showing her the way through.

She turns the flashlight off once she sees the light at the end of the tunnel, knowing she made it to the lair correctly.

"Y/N! You have it right?" April shouts as she rushes on over to her, Donnie and Leo trailing behind. "Yes I do." Aprils eyes light up as Y/N fishes through her left pocket, pulling out the other vape before handing it over to April. She turns it over to read what the flavour is, "Mango Ice huh, hope its pretty good Y/N."

"What are you doing?" Donnie asks as he walks over to April's side, most likely investigating what she has.

"It's a vape Donnie, maybe you should get one, it might help you." April teases before she takes a hit off of it, smoke filling the space in front of her. "Woah! I gotta try that! April let me get a hit." Leo asks as he makes a grabbing motion with his hands, April sighing before she hands it over to him. "So what do I do?" Leo asks, making everyone groan at his dumbness.

"Okay okay, so you bring it to your lips, take a small inhale and then you exhale it." April says as Leo nods.

He does exactly like April says, and a small puff of smoke settles in front of him.

"Is that what mango tastes like? Its not bad honestly." Leo says as he twirls the vape in his hand before April snatches it back.

"Want a hit D?" April asks as she turns to him.

Donnie eyes the vape warily before raising a sharpie eyebrow at it. "What are the benefits of the vape?" He asks, making Leo groan at his twin. "Really D? Thats what your worried about?"

Y/N stiffles a giggle at Donnies unamused face. "Well yeah. No sense on inhaling some chemicals that provides no benefits." Donnie says as he eyes Leo, obviously annoyed with his twins response. "It effects people differently Donnie, for me it helps with anxiety." Y/N says as Donnie turns to eye her now. "Is that so?" He asks as she nods.

"Here you can try mine, its grape ice." Y/N says as she fishes for her vape.

Once she pulls out her vape she hands it to Donnie as he takes it, eyeing it before he sighs. "So all you do is inhale then exhale correct?" He asks before Y/N nods.

He eyes it again before bringing it to his lips.

Y/N's eyes widen as she stares at his lips, her mind wandering.

Focus Y/N!

She shifts her focus to his heterochromatic eyes as he takes a drag from the vape. The smoke billowing out in front of him as he smacks his lips together, almost like hes trying to taste it.

"Not...bad I suppose." He says with disinterest as he hands it back to Y/N.

"Well if you guys need me, which I hope not, I'll be in my lab." Donnie says as he walks away from the group to go back to his lab.

Y/N eyes Donnie as he walks away, before feeling a nudge at her side. "Girl you are watching him like a hawk!" April shouts quietly as Leo snickers at Y/N.

Her eyes widen at being caught.

"You liiiiiike him." Leo says teasing Y/N as her face grows red. "I-I don't like him!" She stutters out, her face on fire.

Leo wiggles his nonexistent eyebrows as a shit eating grin appears on his face. "Oh no I know that look...what are you planning in that head of yours." She mutters out.

"April are you totally thinking what I'm thinking? April nods as she smiles too happily at the confused girl.

Before Y/N knew it she was in front of Donnies lab, April and Leo off to the side as they usher her to go talk to Donnie. Y/N eyes them before she sighs, turning to stare at the door in front of her.

"They won't let me go otherwise, unless I confess to Donnie." Y/N utters to herself quietly, sweat pooling on her forehead from anxiety.

She quickly takes a drag to calm her nerves as she braces herself. She knocks on the door as she hears a faint "who is it" from Donnie. "It''s Y/N. May I come in D?" Y/N asks as she hears a faint click from the door.

She walks in, seeing Donnie hunched over his work desk like usual.

She smiles at the sight knowing this is Donnie's passion, he always did love science and inventing stuff.

"It's not nice to stare you know." He teases as her eyes widen, his focus never leaving his work bench. Crud, first it was Leo and April catching her staring.

Now her crush caught her.

Y/N's heart does a somersault at this, her breathing becoming uneven as she feels her chest tightening due to her own anxiety rising.

Maybe this was a bad idea, she thinks to herself.

While she was caught up in her own thoughts, Donnie looks over to see her spacing out and that would explain why she went silent.

Somethings not right with Y/N, Donnie thinks to himself.

With that he backs away from his work as he walks over to Y/N.

He takes notice to her rapid beating from her chest to her uneven breathing, with this he can only think of one thing.

Anxiety.

He knows what thats like, he has constant anxiety himself but has found ways to contain it. He also doesn't let it show, it would ruin his bad boy persona if he did!

He gently places a hand on her shoulder, shaking her lightly as she comes back to reality. "Wha...huh. Oh hey Donnie." She says quietly as he eyes her carefully.

"You okay? You were kinda spacing out for a couple seconds Y/N." Donnie says as Y/N only nods.

Donnie wouldn't admit it but, he's had a crush on Y/N for awhile now. Since April first introduced them to Y/N, he stayed the hell away from her as he wasn't sure what she was like. He eventually opened up to Y/N and grew to like her as she had begun to ask him questions about his tech and how it worked, or what materials it was made from.

Boy did his mind do backflips at this, someone was interested in his tech?

Not only that but she was sweet and kind and was a bit shy, but she did have a mischievous side to her which Donnie liked.

"Donnie?" She asks as he blinks his eyes a few times before coming back to reality.

He looks down to stare at her e/c eyes, finding himself getting easily lost in them. Damn, feelings really do get the better of you at the most random of times.

"You shouldn't vape anymore. I researched that they can make you feel depressed and make you feel anxious, so find a replacement." He utters quietly.

Find a replacement?

"What should I replace it with then?" She asks quietly as he eyes her lips.

"With this..." He leans down to capture her lips with his own, her eyes widening as she kisses him back.

Sadly it doesnt last long as he pulls away from her.

Y/N stares up at him with wide eyes as he chuckles at her. "I've wanted to do that for awhile now..." Donnie says as he leans his forhead against hers.

Damn, she should have vaped sooner.

[mirrorballdazai]

Hey! Can you explain a bit more your comparison between it and st kids? I don't really understand. Have a nice day <3

gladly !!

there are LOTS of parallels between the st and it kids on so many levels, but what i was focusing on in that post was the difference between the two in relation to sex (and other “adult stuff” like cigarettes, but mainly sex) and how that shows different ways to cope with trauma and what the kids symbolize as a whole in the show/movie/book

first off let’s remember that the losers are all 11 years old, if i remember correctly only stanley is 10 in the book. the members of the party are 12 in the first season and obviously they grow up, so at what is right now the end of the show they’re all 14/15.

both groups face struggles like bullying (which is often rooted in racism, homophobia, ableism and other things), abusive or neglectful parents (or in max’s case, siblings), personal fears and obviously there are the supernatural plots, so monsters and whatever pennywise is (i didn’t finish the book yet but i think he’s an alien or a semigod but anyway).

the interesting thing is that even if the it kids are younger they show a knowledge of some, idk how to word it, “adult things”. for example some of them smoke — in the movies i’m pretty sure beverly is the only one who does it both in the og and in the remake. the thing that really stuck with me though is that they all know what sex is or even just have a vague idea of it (for example eddie in the book doesn’t really know what exactly is, but shows that he knows that it’s a thing). they make jokes about it and say/think sexual things in general. it’s also connected to eddie’s visions since in the book he sees a man with syphilis who offers to do yk sexual stuff which is connected to his fear of being ill and stuff.

on the other hand the st kids never show to know what sex is, except for max that talks about “happy screams” in s3, which makes sense because max is supposed to be the one who knows more stuff in the group, the one who lived in a city and all that. el then mentions again these “happy screams”, and when someone (i dont remeber who exactly i’m sorry) asks what happy screams are max interrupts el who was about to answer and says that it doesn’t matter — which could be for many reasons. maybe she is embarrassed or something, but when i first watched it i thought “ah she probably doesn’t want to kind of ruin everyone’s innocence” since she showed stress only after that-person asked what happy screams are, which shows that they don’t know what sex is at least in max’s mind.

the question now is why. there’s this difference between these groups, but why? for mainly two reasons.

1. show different ways to cope with trauma

my theory is that stephen king wanted to show how less innocent kids can be after trauma and abuse. he wanted to show the cruel reality, the one where kids are not that innocent even when they’re very young, especially after bad experiences. those experiences make them want to act like grown ups, talking about sex, joking about it and stuff like they think adults do.

stranger things does the complete opposite: the kids are an ideal. if you think about it even after their traumatic experiences they stay sweet and innocent — because let’s be real, they never act really bad. maybe they’re a bit bitchy or something, maybe they distance themselves from the others, but they never do REALLY bad stuff. i mean they acted like mike was a criminal in s2 because he cheated on a test/essay, or because of the graffiti thing. mike also says “everyone graffitis the bathroom stall”, which is true! they act like he’s a really bad kid for doing something normal kids do on a daily basis! another example that i love is that when will is feeling bad he clings to his childhood even more, whether that be playing d&d or going trick or treating or drawing. those are normal things kids do. when max faces depression and anxiety she stops talking to basically everyone — which kids often do, it can even be selective mutism in some cases. and there are many MANY other examples !! like el and mike’s relationship — whenever they’re stressed they scream about how much they love each other, they cling to each other and their relationship, because it was their first crush, their first love (even if you think they never really loved/had a crush on each other it was their first relationship you know?). being each other’s partner is a part of their childhood they cling onto when they’re scared.

2. because they symbolize different things

the losers are an example of how reality is: even things that are supposed to be pure and innocent can be cruel, “dirty”. they’re the symbol of a society that puts each person to their limit, sometimes making them the worst version themselves.

the party members are an ideal. they represent innocence, the “good” in a world full of bad people, bad ideals, bad decisions. they’re a symbol of hope, because a world that is as ugly as theirs needs hope.

+ i also want to point out that it as a whole has a grey type of morality — the kids do bad and good things and at one point you don’t even know what to think about them. richie is a kid that deals with this feeling of alienation from his friends (canon in book and in the movies, but for different reasons), he’s overall a sweet guy, but also makes offensive comments — sometimes these comments are even racist, or fatphobic, or ableist. henry is a character you’re supposed to hate from the first to the last moment, but you’re sometimes even supposed to emphasize with him because at the end of the day he’s been abused his whole live. while in stranger things the characters are inherently good or bad. a black and white kind of morality.

[slightlymore]

for sure

yuta x fem reader

genre: smut, sprinkle of fluff, sprinkle of angst (? not really, yuta being deep for no reason in one scene, blame his triple scorpio making him emotional) 

warnings: +18, esplicit sexual content (teasing, fingering, spanking, oral both, raw, multiple orgasms, cum play, overstimulation, use of a butt plug haha, rough but yuta is kind of a soft dom, brat taming, praising, manhandling), alcohol, swearing, description of yuta’s navel piercing, talks about tattoos and nipple piercings 

words: 5.7k 

requested: you're a babysitter and the little girl's hot brother is making your life difficult

_____ You woke up in a man's bed that morning. 

The ceiling above you was a little spinning when you opened your eyes. His scent was everywhere, engulfing all of your senses. 

It was the first thing your brain registered about Yuta as you played with the little girl you were babysitting: like a swoosh of air that almost physically grated at your skin when he entered the house. 

Then his voice, loud but warm, announcing that he was home. 

The girl's eyes got bright at the sound, and as you were both sitting on the living room floor, she was quick to rise and run towards her brother’s arms. You turned around with a newly bloomed smile and watched, a little out of place. 

And then you actually saw him. 

Perfect face, perfect teeth, sexy eyes, black ruffled hair, more piercings than you had brain cells. 

Red lights screaming at you D A N G E R while your breath went missing. 

You just couldn’t look away. And it turned you on so fucking much. 

They were both laughing as the young man made the girl fly for a few moments then groaned, saying that he was starving. 

Then he also saw you. 

"Hi," you blinked fast when you felt his gaze on you, and you got up, walking a few steps and lifting one hand in an awkward greeting. 

The man looked at you from head to toe and imperceptibly furrowed his eyebrows. 

"Oh, hello," he extended his hand too and you shook it quickly. 

"I'm Y/N. I'm taking care of your sister," you explained and he opened his mouth to speak. Perhaps about to say that he wasn’t aware. 

"Y/N, look!" the little girl interrupted, grabbing his hand and shoving it into your face. "See? Nailpolish! Like you!" 

You smiled and nodded at her. "Yes, it's very pretty,” you admired Yuta’s black nails. 

The girl looked elated and proceeded to grab your hand too and shove it into the man's face this time. 

"She has red. She told me she'll do red on me too!" 

"Ohh!" the other played along and sustained your palm in front of himself. His skin was warm and soft. "You'd also look as beautiful as her with red nails," he then ruffled the girl's hair and whistling he turned around before you could think of what to say to that compliment. 

"Right!" his head peeked behind the corridor corner and you relaxed your face in another smile. 

"You're going away in half an hour?" he asked. 

"Yes. I'm here until 7."

"Okay."

Okay. 

You felt yourself be tugged down and you sighed resuming colouring, trying to ignore the little tingle on your hand skin. 

_____

It's not like you expected him to say more. You just felt weird to be a little upside down after the encounter while you didn't leave an impression on him at all. 

How did you know? 

Because every time you were searching for him around the house you’d get caught staring and not once you caught him back. 

The first time, he curiously tilted his head to the side but you looked away too quickly to see his full reaction. 

The second time he smiled and you blinked back, your lips automatically imitating his before realizing what you were doing. 

The third time he was fumbling in the kitchen and you could see his shoulders from the angle you were in, comfortably sitting on the soft couch in the living room. Your eyes caressed his spine and when you eyed the ass, he turned around and before you could look away he winked at you. 

Fuck. 

He wouldn't come home around 6 as that first day all the time. Sometimes he wouldn't come at all, even when you had to prepare dinner and clock out later than other days. Each day was agony, not knowing if you'd see him or not. And each day you were anxious to hear from the Parents that they didn’t need you anymore. Or that Yuta said he hated you and they thought about getting another babysitter instead. 

But then when you'd least expect it, his scent would impress the air after the sound of the entrance door opening, making your mouth dry and heart jump. You'd look down at your clothes, trying to check on your appearance, every day putting in more and more effort to catch his attention. 

"Hi, Y/N. I hope this little monster didn't make your life difficult today," he'd joke, making his sister puff her cheeks. 

You'd giggle at them taking their tongue out at each other then you'd watch him go inside his room just like any other evenings where he got home early. No talking and no interaction. What was inside that room that was more interesting than being with you? 

_____

"What does your brother like to do?" you asked the Little Girl once, smoothly making conversation after she told you what her favourite activities were at school.

The girl pouted as if thinking, eyes glued on the Legos she was assembling. 

"Kissing his friends," she mumbled and you choked on your own spit. "And listening to loud music. He draws with me too,” she added, not noticing your expression. 

"He's good at drawing?" you asked, impressed, Yuta and kissing in the same sentence making you feel some type of way you tried to conceal. 

"Yes. He wants to draw on people." 

"Oh, so he wants to be a tattooist. That's very cool."

"Dad thinks it's stupid. He didn't like his belly earring either."

You choked on your spit for the second time and before you could process the new piece of information making your head spin, his chuckle caressed your ears like a sinful melody. But also made you jump like a scared cat. 

"He won't like the nipples either but that's life.” 

You looked behind your shoulder to see him walking towards you in a rare stroll through the house. 

"You pretty ladies talking about me?" 

You lifted your head to look at him and smiled as he crouched between you and his sister, lazily sipping from a coca-cola can. 

"Y/N likes talking about you," The Girl mumbled again. 

You inhaled sharply and looked her way, mouth open in a flustered way to add something. Yuta smirked with his head tilted to the side as he’d usually do. It reminded you of a black bird making him cute but intimidating at the same time. 

"Is that so?" he asked. 

"Oh it's just--,” you chuckled once, “I don't see you around often so I was just a little bit curious."

"Hmm,” he nodded thoughtfully. “So you want to see me more often?" 

You swallowed even if your mouth felt dry. He was so close, gaze piercing, staring into your soul and fuck, his cologne impregnating the air on top of everything. 

"You want to see his belly earring?" 

Your eyes darted towards The Little Girl again and Yuta smiled even wider. He let his body weight down on his knees and his hand was quick to lift his shirt, exposing his abs.

"When I'm older, I’ll get one too,” the sister commented. 

The little puff of air escaping your lips could have been taken as a compliment when you eyed his navel and the piercing adorning it. Hopefully not for a sudden burst of horniness. Then you eyed the vein dancing deliciously underneath it, going down and down and down and d-When Yuta suddenly let his shirt fall down, you inhaled and looked away. 

"I like it too," you grabbed the Legos again, trying to sound as uninterested but not as rude as possible. 

"Bet you do," Yuta chuckled and lifting himself up he lazily strolled back to his room, the look you exchanged as he caught you staring while turning the corner making you want to dig a hole and hide in it. 

_____

The following dasy you tried to ignore Yuta as much as possible. The thought of him finding you out making you embarrassed out of your mind. It hasn’t been that hard though, since he barely was around anyways. 

That night, the Parents were out of town and you had to take care of the girl until Yuta came home. 

"If he comes home at all," Mother sighed amusedly. "We never know." 

"It's not a problem for me to stay the night," you assured them and you could see how grateful they were to hear you say that. 

And there you were, looking around the empty house, baby put to bed and tummy full. 

You eyed the TV and considered turning it on before your eyes inevitably rolled towards the corridor. 

A single sigh left your mouth and, clearing your throat as if putting on a show for your imaginary audience, you walked towards it slowly, fighting the urge to start humming and showing that you'd only nonchalantly peep into the master room. It was boring and you closed the door very quickly. 

Okay. Yes. Who were you trying to fool? You wanted to see Yuta's room. 

Fuck. 

You didn't care about the other rooms. 

You were just dying from curiosity to see his one. 

Deep breaths and slow limbs you analyzed the white door in front of you after looking behind your shoulder. 

Was it a criminal offence to peep into people's rooms? You were home alone though. And you had no interest in stealing anything. You just wanted to give a very quick look. 

You gulped and stopped your hand in mid-air before reaching the knob. 

Invasion of privacy. 

You were invading Yuta's privacy.

Shit. 

You crossed your arms on your chest and let one of your legs tremble. 

Excuse. You needed an excuse. Think. 

Your brain almost hurt as your leg kept dangling from anxiety. 

Windows? Windows! You hit your palm with one fist, eyes suddenly bright with relief. 

The Parents told you to make sure all the windows were closed before going to bed. You checked on all of them except Yuta's one. What if he smoked before going to class that morning and forgot to close the window? A dry carpet is more important. 

The excuse felt great so the door swung open and you were inside in a second. 

No open windows. Alright.

Now you had to go. 

Your hand gripped the knob harder. 

Okay, leave. 

But you were already there, weren’t you? Just a brief look. You won't touch anything, you promised to your conscience. 

Timid feet, you took a little stroll around his unmade bed, a little heat washing over your body, looking at the stuff on the floor, discarded clothes near the open dresser, his knick-knacks on the shelves. An ordinary boy room. 

Then you eyed his cologne and you stopped in place. 

It was standing on the desk near his computer, almost begging you to just give it a sniff. 

Okay. You'd only touch his cologne. Only that. 

The glass bottle felt cold in your hand when you opened the cap and closed your eyes as you brought it to your nose. 

You inhaled deeply and bit your lower lip. It was just a good scent, right? 

Objectively. 

It's not like you liked it because it was Yuta's or anything. 

Right?

It was calming and made you feel weirdly safe. Fumbling with it a little, you quickly put some on your neck before realizing what you've just done. Shit. 

Blinking fast, you put the cap back on and placed it in his spot then fast as the light you exited before you could do any other damage. 

"What were you doing in my room?" 

The voice behind you made your knees buckle in surprise. 

"Oh my God!" you almost squealed. The corridor was dark and you could barely see Yuta's face when you turned around. 

"You scared me!" 

He looked unimpressed as he took a step towards you. 

You took a step back. 

He raised one eyebrow. 

You didn't answer my question, it was saying. 

"I was just checking whether the window was closed or not," you explained with a trembling voice. "When did you get home?" 

Yuta leaned in suddenly and inhaled around your neck. 

You paralyzed in place feeling his hair tickle your skin. 

"You played with my stuff?" 

You shook your head and took another step behind. You would have taken more if the door wasn't pressing into your back.

"Why do you smell like me then?" 

His whispering voice, so close and so deep made your head spin. 

"I just-- really like your cologne. I am so sorry I touched it-" you blabbed. 

"What else did you touch?" 

"Nothing! I swear. You can check." 

You could barely see his eyes in the darkness but you saw his white straight teeth when he smiled. 

"Then what else did you want to touch? Me if I were in there?" 

"Huh?"

His sudden change in demeanour confused you.

Yuta kept on grinning and you felt his hand dance around your waist. You gulped and felt like panting. Then a single click made you jolt and he walked past you entering the room. 

Finally, alone, you exhaled, closing your eyes for a moment to gather your shit. 

"It has a different smell on your skin," you heard him talk so you turned around, watching him take off his jacket. "If you want to smell like me, you'd probably need to have sex with me," his smile was bright but you barely saw it as it got hidden by the hoodie he was taking off. The black t-shirt underneath it clung to his body and paired with his last sentence it made you speechless. 

What? Flirt? You should flirt. This is why you didn't leave an impression on him before. Because you were boring. Get your shit together and flirt. But what does one say to something like this? Oh my God. 

"I'd- like that."

No. No No No. 

Yuta chuckled once and you fought the urge to run away. 

"Okay."

You thought you were hearing things. 

"Okay?" 

He nodded. "Next time? I had a few drinks and I want to fuck you sober," he explained and with a smile, he walked past you again towards the bathroom. 

Want to fuck you sober. 

Want to fuck you. 

He was crazy. He was completely crazy. And damn, it made you feel things you didn't know you could feel. 

Trembling fingers and boiling blood, you grabbed your bag and waited for Yuta to exit the bathroom and to announce that you were leaving. 

"What are you doing?" 

His dark hair was wet and pressed on his forehead before his hand could push it back. But you didn't notice it at all, so concentrated on his naked body only wrapped in a towel. And said towel only around his hips. 

"Your parents said that they needed me to stay only until you came home," you explained, gulping down a little whine, already wearing your coat in the middle of the living room.

"Don't be ridiculous," he walked the distance and grabbed the coat, pulling it towards him once before starting to unbutton it for you. 

Paralyzed you just let him do that unable to crack a single word. Your eyes didn’t know where to land so you just watched his hands move, hoping that he wouldn’t notice the way your chest moved fast as lightning. 

"It's too late. Besides, I told you that I'm drunk. We need a responsible adult inside this house for the night."

His smirk made you smile a little as a reflex. 

"You don't look drunk at all."

"I'm a Scorpio," he explained as if you could understand what that meant. You nodded slowly and looked up at his hidden expression under the wet strands of hair. Was he babysitting you? 

But then he pressed his palms on your chest right above the swell of your breasts and slid it underneath to coat, in an attempt of taking it off your shoulders. 

You shivered and turned around as Yuta helped your arms out of it too. 

"How long have you been crushing on me?" 

His voice was low and amused in the silence of the house. 

You felt like a little mouse in the grip of a humorous cat that liked to play with its food first. 

I don't have a crush on you! you wanted to reply but you bit your lip instead. 

You opened your mouth to at least make a single sound but whatever you wanted to say died in your throat when you felt his hand palm your ass. 

"Did you wear this short skirt for me?" 

You jolted, not expecting his voice and breath to be this close to your ear. 

He giggled a little at your reaction and kissed your shoulder skin where little goosebumps formed. 

"You said you would not fuck me tonight," you whispered. 

"No. But I can play a little, can't I?" he dragged his hand down your ass until reaching the hem of the skirt and slipping his fingers underneath it. 

Your eyelids fluttered when he gently cupped one cheek and squeezed, his tongue barely tingling on your neck. 

"Yu--ta," you inhaled sharply. 

"Yeah? Is this how you moan my name when you bury those pretty fingers inside of you?" 

And when he bit and sucked on the softness of your neck, he took your breath away. 

You lifted yourself on the tiptoes, hands reaching back to touch his head, finally tangling your fingers into his luscious hair. 

"Am sure it doesn't feel nearly as good as this-," he let go the skin he was biting to whisper while his hand under your skin slowly slid your soaked panties to the side and dragged the fingertips along your clit, showing you what this meant. 

The whine you emitted made him chuckle but he was quick to shut you up by pressing his mouth on yours. You arched your back, throwing your ass towards his hand as hard as you could, one hand cupping his jaw, trying to get as much of his tongue as possible. 

Divine, you thought. Absolutely intoxicating. 

And when you felt his middle finger inside of you, your body shuddered in his hold. 

"Hmm, you're so needy," he rubbed his nose alongside your face and neck as you broke the kiss to pant. "Would you have been able to sleep well tonight? Knowing I was just one wall away?" 

You shook your head. 

"I should have let you suffer a little bit more. Just like I've been doing all of this time." 

"So you knew?" 

"Yeah. I wanted to break you, but tonight, seeing your little pout dying to suck my cock made me lose it. So here I am."

His last words got accompanied by his scissoring fingers and when he added his other hand to the clit, rubbing it mercilessly your knees buckled and you had to hold onto his forearm. 

You were actually getting fingerfucked by the dude you’ve been crushing on for weeks. 

"Let me hear that pretty voice. Show me how good I'm making you feel," his order made your inaudible panting transform into broken whimpers. 

"Cumming--cumming! 

Yuta hummed, acknowledging your sudden shaking body and when you dug your nails into his skin and let yourself fall into his arms, he wrapped your waist and stilled his hand inside of you. 

You tried to open your eyes while panting, clenching around his fingers still deep buried between your throbbing walls, but failing. And when he slipped them out slowly you've never felt as empty as in that moment. 

"Such a good girl," he kissed your jaw and you turned towards him, placing your hands on his bare chest and kissed him. 

Yuta hummed into it amused before grabbing your face with one hand, stopping you. "Slow down, and no," he interrupted himself when you pouted, "don't give me those fuck me eyes. I said next time. This was just a little treat."

"I don't believe you don't want to fuck me right now." 

"Oh, I'd break you in half." 

"Do it."

He tsk-ed. "Not tonight. Whine a little more for me, cutie." 

And just like that he turned around and slithered away with a smirk, leaving you burnt but still on fire in the middle of the living room. 

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Head under the covers of the guest room, you were wondering if Yuta was touching himself at that moment or not. 

Stubborn like he was, he probably went to sleep with a stiffy. 

But what if he didn't? 

What if he fucked his fist all of those nights thinking of you? The thought made you squeeze your thighs together. 

"I'm just cold. I promise I won't do anything."

Yuta looked at you standing in the frame of his door and chuckled once before resting his head down again. 

"Okay, but if you try something your ass will go back to your room. Also, you won't need a pillow."

You hesitated for a moment and placed the pillow you were holding on his dresser before timidly approaching his bed.

He scooted to the side and when you slowly sat down he just huffed impatiently and wrapped your body with his arms, pressing you on his chest. 

He was right. Head resting on his bicep and face buried into his torso, you didn't need any pillow. 

"Wait," you paralyzed as you tried to extend your legs and brushed his in the meantime. "Are you naked?" 

Yuta hummed positively. "Got tired after the nut and didn't bother."

Your breath hitched and you shifted imperceptibly. Shit. You should have probably just stayed in your room and rubbed yourself instead of being pressed against his body and not being able to do anything about it. 

"You could have just fucked me instead."

Your whisper made him chuckle. Then he breathed in once as the silence made it possible for you to hear your own heartbeat. 

"Are you going to stop wanting me after I fuck you?" His voice was low and raspy. 

Your hand, resting on his chest, twitched. 

"Would you care?" 

Yuta inhaled and exhaled, warming your forehead. And he didn't reply. 

You bit your lower lip. "I'm sure I'll want you again if you fuck me good enough," your tone tried to lift up the vibe but Yuta didn’t follow you there. 

"And if you don't?" 

You lifted your face to look at his expression and he returned the gaze behind half-opened lids. 

"You tell me. If I don't?" 

His pupils looked at yours alternatively. "Let's sleep."

"I am--,” you stopped to gather courage, “-extremely wet right now. And I'm dying for you to finger me again. Although you've already done it once. So I’m pretty sure I'll feel the same after your dick too. If this is what’s making you hesitant.” 

Your whisper made him open his eyes again and when he smiled a little you silently exhaled relieved. 

"Extremely wet, you say? Won't believe it until I see for myself."

His tone opened your legs before his hand could and when he reached your panties under the pyjama bottoms you jolted. 

"Hmm, fuck. Yes, you are. And for what? For being in my mere presence?" 

You bit your lower lip as he slowly circled your clit. 

"Don't get cocky."

"Can't help it with the cock I got."

"Won't believe it until I see for myself," you smiled, one hand already palming his stomach, feeling his piercing, loving the way things were rolling all of a sudden. 

Yuta's muscles twitched under your touch and when you let your fingers drag on his length before wrapping it with your hand he whimpered. 

You loved that sound and got even more eager, pressing your thumb on his slit and increasing the movement of your fist. 

Yuta rutted his hips into your hand a few times before grabbing your wrist and pinning your arm above your head. 

You hissed and tried to liberate yourself making Yuta just press more. 

"Where's the good girl from before? A reminder that I can still refuse to bury it inside of your needy pussy as you so much desire," he spoke mere centimetres away from your mouth. 

"Fuck me so hard that she comes back. How about that?" 

"How about I fuck that little bratty mouth of yours until you can't speak back anymore?" He asked, retrieving his wet fingers from inside of you to drag them on your lips. 

You squirmed under his touch and took out your tongue to lick them but he wrapped your throat to keep you down instead. 

"But I said, not tonight. Go back to your room.”

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Yuta was like a snake that could poison you. Not letting you go but not wanting to kill you in a second either. He preferred to let his venom slowly enter your system until you couldn’t breathe properly anymore.  

One touch here as you walked the corridor towards the bathroom, a little slap on the ass when no one was looking, a full-on kiss as he’d pull you inside his room for a moment, making you lose your mind at the rhythm of his tongue before whispering to you to go back. 

As days passed you started to wonder if he forgot his promise. 

And when you finally got the “tonight 9m” text your naive mind didn’t think much of it. 

You were sure that the Parents took the Girl on a vacation that weekend so you didn’t have to go, but given the last missed assignments and forgotten deadlines, you didn't trust your memory anymore. 

So when you rang the bell and saw Yuta opening the door you looked behind him as if expecting everyone but him. 

“Yuta?”

“Yes?” He raised one eyebrow, amused at your surprise. 

“Nothing. Are you going out on a weekday?” you stepped inside and took off your shoes. 

If the Parents needed you, they probably knew Yuta wasn’t going to be home that night. 

Yuta didn’t reply and you groaned trying to look at his expression while also trying to free yourself of the boots. If his little smirk threw you off then the way he pressed himself on you in a single movement made your brain straight up buzz with white noise. 

“No short skirt tonight. How disappointing,” he murmured just a few centimetres away from your lips. Just that managed to transform you in a panting mess and when you felt his palms on your sides you shivered. 

“I had no idea I’d be seeing you tonight,” you admitted, brain already running at the fullest of speed, connecting all the dots. 

Yuta hummed. 

“No worries. I want you naked anyway.” 

And when Yuta wants something, you discovered, he gets it fairly quickly. 

Almost stumbling on your own feet, mouth occupied and hands grating at his shoulders, you felt every single piece of clothing leave your body, on the couch, on the floor, thrown across the room. 

And you got thrown around just like that. 

Firstly with his head buried between your thighs, ass rubbing on the couch material, watching his palms grab your flesh and mould it to his pleasure. The gasps on your lips got pushed aside by his name that you kept calling as fast as his tongue on your clit before it would dip inside and make you push your hips into his face for more. His twinkly eyes were the only thing keeping you grounded but his mouth was pushing you off the edge instead. Fighting between the two forces it didn’t take you long to cum, making him chuckle lightly at your reaction. 

“Sorry, it took me so long, babe. I need an empty house when I want to fuck,” he murmured against your stomach, going up until meeting the swell of your breasts, biting on the underside of them and sucking the skin inside his mouth. 

"You could have come over to my house," you breathed out. 

"You're right. I just wanted to tease you some more."

His smirk made you want to roll your eyes when he leaned in to kiss you, his arms caging you in, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. But you wanted to taste him too. So when you pulled him towards you by the waist, making him kneel on the couch he sighed amused and cupped your head as you dipped down. 

His hands were quick to brush your hair out of your face, eyes hungry to see your expression as you took his cock inside your mouth. 

“Shit-” he hissed when after a few good sucks you let him out, lips softly pressing on his balls instead. “You’ve been training much to be this good, haven’t you?” 

“Just want to make you feel good,” you whispered, tongue already licking a stripe up the underside of his length before playing with the slit. “You could have had this much earlier if you weren't so stubborn.” 

His hold on your nape tightened and he hummed. 

"Not liking this bratty behaviour much. What did I say about this? Oh yeah. That I'd fuck your mouth," he finished the phrase right when you felt his fluid stroke on your tongue. 

You relaxed your jaw and looked up, the image of you at his mercy making him exhale shakily. 

"Fuck," his grunts increased just like his pace and when you finally choked, a string of saliva falling on your chin he rubbed his thumb on your cheek, waiting for you to catch your breath again. 

"Your mouth was made for this," he murmured his praises and you whimpered, the pool of wetness between your legs getting larger with each thrust of Yuta’s hips between your tight lips. 

Hovering over you, his black hair falling messily on his sweaty forehead, biceps flexing to keep your head in place and his lower lip, plump and almost red from the biting, made him look like the most erotic picture you’ve ever seen in your whole life. And when he pulled out and gritted his teeth, fist quickly to pump his hard cock in front of your face, you took your tongue out to catch the hot spurts of cum spilling from it, falling on your lips then breasts, slowly coating your nipples until you licked the last drops, swallowing it slowly for him to see. 

He smirked, thumb caressing your throat as it moved and unannounced, as you were losing yourself in his eyes, you suddenly found yourself pushed on your back. You saw the ceiling then a second after the couch again as he flipped you on your stomach instead. 

“Fuck, you’re stunning,” his rough voice accompanied his hands, palming your legs to open them up to his pleasing, squeezing your ass and spanking it once. 

“Thoughts on butt plugs?” he then asked, thumb delicately brushing between your cheeks. 

You shivered at the thought and turned your head to see him. He leaned down, his pelvis pushing against you while his mouth opened to welcome your tongue.  

“Willing to try it out,” you whispered against his lips and he visibly inhaled so deeply to make you squirm. 

You had no idea when Yuta disappeared and then suddenly materialized again behind you, a small plug warming in his hand while the other spread his saliva on you, gently nudging at your entrance. 

“Tell me if you can’t take it,” his words made you smile and you hissed, pushing your ass towards his hand. 

“Just push it inside already, you coward.” 

Yuta raised one eyebrow at you and you inhaled, already savouring the way he’d try to fuck the attitude out of you. And when you felt the plug stretch you out you exhaled deeply, definitely not expecting the harsh slap to your cheeks and not expecting to like the experience that much. 

Full, was the only thing you could think of when Yuta finally slid inside of your wet core and you told him, so full, Yuta, moaning his name again and again and again until your voice got broken by his intense pace. 

So far in and so quick it was honestly a matter of moments before you could feel the build-up in your lower stomach expanding in your limbs, making you dig your nails into the couch material as your chest rubbed on it. 

“Cummingcummingcumming-” you announced but Yuta didn’t care, his hold on you never getting loose as he kept fucking your spasming body through the orgasm. 

"You can take another one, love. You've been so needy for this cock all of this time. I'm just being considerate."

His panting grunts were amused as a string of profanities left your mouth. 

“So-- good-” you managed to form, not once have been fucked by someone with such high stamina before. 

“Yeah? Are you going to beg me for more?” 

Your erratic nods made him chuckle and he grabbed your chin, lifting your head up to reach your mouth. It would have been almost intimate if his fingers didn’t pull out the plug to push it inside, again and again, making you bite on his lower lip. 

And when you saw his fluttering eyes it was your turn to grab his chin and keep him close. 

“I want to see you cum too,” you whispered and he groaned. 

“You first,” he ordered and like a spell, you actually came undone with a loud cry, his hips moving faster and faster until he stilled inside of you as well. 

A deep sigh escaped his throat and you listened to his fast-paced breath as you tried to catch your own. 

“Shit. Your pussy is damn good,” his voice buzzed on your back and you smiled. 

“Let’s take this to the bedroom now, shall we?” 

His breath was hot on your nape and you whined, too tired to actually say a single word. 

“Finally going into round one,” he added amusedly. 

“Round one? I thought that this was round three,” you blinked as you felt his forearm lifting you from the underside of your thighs. 

“What do you mean? This was foreplay.” 

You woke up in Yuta's bed that morning. The ceiling above you was spinning because you didn't get a single second of sleep the whole night. 

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You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader

So, back in the day I wrote this story on Quotev. And it was one of my first stories that got into the popular section and I am really proud of it. The only problem is.... It was written in 2013, uber cringe-ville. If you wanna try to find it, be my guest but be warned: the main character is an OC, she has “I’m NoT lIkE oThEr GiRlS” syndrome and there are some weird ass love lines added in. So, I am reviving and rebranding that story so it may live a better life, like witness protection. Anyway, hope you enjoy

* I wrote it in first person just because I thought it would be easier to read

(Y/N)’s family is killed in a fire that seems to plague Beacon Hills, moving in with the Stilinski’s was bound to cause hijinks, but what happens when she gets involved with the the illusive Derek Hale?

TW: Kidnapping, some violence

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At first glance Beacon Hills seems like the perfect community. It wasn’t until later that I would realize that everything I ever knew was a lie. 

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I slowly slipped out of the front door and locked it behind me. Sneaking out wasn’t my usual schtick, but it was the last day of summer and for the first time I was going to live a little before starting to work at the Highschool as a volunteer coach for the lacrosse team. It was my first time ever sneaking out and just the idea of it made my heart pound, but the anxiety turned to adrenaline as I made my way out without either of my parents noticing. They were both incredibly heavy sleepers, there could be a parade outside their door and they wouldn’t wake up. 

The party would mostly consist of most of the men’s and women’s lacrosse teams, and what would a lacrosse party be like without the team captain?

Walking down the sidewalk, I thought more about college. UCLA was a choice, or a community college too. Most kids would have gone straight after graduation, but I decided a year off would be good for me to de-stress. But honestly, I was just more afraid of the change. That and leaving my best friend, Stiles, behind was a little hard to fathom. We had known each other our whole lives. Another thing was…would he be okay? After losing his mom… who knows. But then there was also Michael. Michael was my boyfriend, and I loved being with him for the last four years. He really hadn’t mentioned plans for college, just working in the family business. What the family business was, I never knew. 

About a block down the road is when I heard the howl. My instincts first go to fear, wolf in the darkness. But then logic comes in, there had not been wolves in California for decades. It was probably the neighbors husky. 

The autumn chill had no mercy, whipping my hair into my eyes, I stopped on the corner of Fifth and Main, pulling my jacket closer and waited for the wind to pass. When it did, the figure in front of me made me gasp. But the shock subsided soon after. 

“Mikey,” I sighed in relief, “Why’d ya sneak up on me like that? Almost gave me a heart attack. What are you doing out here?”

“Waiting for you.” He smiled. Ominous certainly, but this was probably just another one of his pranks. 

“I guess so, I thought you said you weren’t going to the party.” 

“We’re not.” That’s when a chill ran up my spine. Something wasn’t right, he wasn’t acting like himself. His goofy smile was gone and replaced by a dark looming presence that I wasn’t comfortable with. It was like he was a completely different person. I took a slow step back. 

“Come on, this isn’t funny.” He said nothing, only matching my step going forward. 

“Michael.” With every step I took back, he took one forward, matching my increasing pace. With no other choice in mind, I chose to run. But as my back was turned, he grabbed me by my middle with one arm and pressed a cloth to my mouth with the other. Without thinking, I breathed in, the chemicals in the cloth slowly numbing my senses and my body. I tried to fight the darkness entering my vision, but it was no use. I was done to my knees, Michael right behind me. 

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” Were the last words I heard before the darkness took over. 

~

“Sweetie, time to get up.” My mother’s voice rang in my ears. 

“C’mon mom five more minutes…” I grumbled. 

“(Y/N), you need to wake up.” Her voice is more urgent. I finally opened my eyes, seeing my mother, her body engulfed in flames. 

“Wake up!” 

My body jerked as I woke up, leading to soreness in my arms and legs as a few things became clear: 

1. I was tied to a chair, and 

2. I didn’t know where I was. 

The events from last night slowly started coming back and nothing made any sense. Michael had never been controlling or abusive. Was I so blinded by the relationship that I hadn’t seen the signs? No, there were no signs. As far as I knew, Michael had no history of mental illness so something like dissociative identity disorder didn’t make sense and it wouldn’t explain the behavior either. 

There was a bandana tied around my head, keeping me from any sort of speech. From the layout of the place, it looked like an apartment Michael had, but everything was different. There was a tack board hanging in the living room with so many pictures of myself and my parents, shots that looked like they were taken without us knowing. There were scrawlings but they were too scribble-like to make out. 

The door opening brought my head to look towards the source. Michael walked in, shoving his phone into his back pocket. 

“Well good afternoon, sleepy head.” He closed the door behind him and made his way over to the chair I was bound to. 

“Alright, I’m gonna take the gag out but you can’t scream.” He smiled. 

I nodded along. With one hand, he pulled the gag from my mouth. 

“HELP! HELP ME!” I cried, hoping one of his neighbors would hear and call the police. 

“Shut up!” He slapped me across the face, the stinging pain only added to my screaming for help. 

“I said shut up!” He pulled a knife from his pocket, pressing the tip of the blade against my cheek. This new threat silences me, leaving me breathing heavily through my nose, tears making their way down my cheeks. 

“See, was that so hard?” He stood up and made his way across the room to the box TV on his floor, “I’m sorry for the mess, but with all my planning I hadn’t had a chance. I’ve been planning a big surprise and it’s finally done.” I didn’t speak, only continued to watch his movements. 

“I figure, even if you didn’t listen, you can still have your surprise.” He pressed the round power button on the screen and it fizzled to life. 

“-the same arsonist on the loose? Coming back to breaking news, the second house fire in six years occurred in the early morning today. Firefighters were called out to the residence of (Y/D/N) and (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N) where their home had gone up in flames.” There was footage of my home up in flames, streams of water coming from the firemen below. “ Both (Y/D/N) and (Y/M/N) were found dead, seemingly from being crushed by a falling support beam in their basement. Their daughter, (Y/N), has not been found and is considered missing. If you have any information on her please call Beacon Hills police.” My photo came up on the screen. 

My heart sunk into my stomach and my throat ached to scream and sob. Michael turned off the TV then and looked down at me. 

“I’m surprised they found the bodies with how hot it was.” He said nonchalantly.

“Why are you doing this?” I whispered. My parents were the nicest people in the world and treated Michael like he was a part of the family, why would he do this?  

”Don’t worry, (Y/N/N). It’s all a part of the plan.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead. 

“I’m gonna head to bed, been out all night. I’ll see you in a couple hours.” He made his way to her bedroom and closed the door behind him. 

Finally, I completely broke down. Silent cries poured out. My parents were just gone in a puff of smoke. And all at the hands of someone we trusted. Someone that I trusted more than anything. 

After the grief quickly came anger. I don’t know how or when, but I am getting the hell out of here.

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