#disrepair in relationship

[vizthedatum]

Something I've learned this past year is that... you don't need to keep explaining how you've been hurt to people who aren't trying to support you with how you feel. Even if those people are trying their best or aren't abusive. Even if you realize later on that your expectations were off.

Stop explaining if they don't understand. Accept that you feel hurt - and that your feelings are valid. Accept that you might be wrong. Accept that they might be wrong. Accept that they are exactly who they say they are.

Protect your energy and move forward by choosing the option that makes you feel more aligned with who you are instead of the potentiality of what could be.

[the-fallen-aesthetics]

POV: You're about to witness a Valkitty ambushing an unsuspecting Mesa who argued with her before their mission-

[vilnan]

leandra blaming hawke for their sibling(s) death(s) is so narratively 👌👌👌

[housing-disrepair-claims1]

Housing Disrepair Claims: Seeking Compensation for Neglected Properties

In today's world, where housing is a fundamental necessity, living in a property that is not adequately maintained can lead to numerous issues for tenants. Housing disrepair refers to the condition where a property is in need of repair or maintenance to meet basic living standards. In such situations, tenants have the right to seek compensation for the inconvenience and potential harm caused by the landlord's neglect.

Understanding Housing Disrepair

What Constitutes Housing Disrepair?

Housing disrepair encompasses a wide range of issues, including but not limited to structural defects, dampness, pest infestations, faulty plumbing or heating systems, electrical hazards, and issues with insulation or ventilation. Essentially, any condition that renders the property unsafe, unsanitary, or uninhabitable can be considered as housing disrepair.

Common Types of Housing Disrepair

Some common examples of housing disrepair include damp and mould growth, leaking roofs or pipes, broken windows or doors, defective heating systems, and inadequate insulation. These issues not only affect the structural integrity of the property but also pose health risks to the occupants.

Importance of Housing Maintenance

Maintaining a safe and habitable living environment is essential for both landlords and tenants. Regular upkeep and timely repairs not only preserve the value of the property but also ensure the well-being of the occupants. Neglecting maintenance can lead to deterioration of the property and potential legal liabilities for the landlord.

Legal Rights of Tenants

Landlord Responsibilities

Under the law, landlords have a legal obligation to ensure that the properties they rent out are safe, secure, and fit for habitation. This includes keeping the property in good repair, addressing any issues that arise promptly, and complying with health and safety regulations.

Tenant Rights

Tenants have the right to live in a property that meets certain standards of health and safety. If a property falls into disrepair, tenants have the right to request repairs from their landlord and, if necessary, seek legal recourse to enforce their rights.

Making a Housing Disrepair Claim

Steps to Take

If a tenant believes that their rented property is in disrepair, they should first notify their landlord in writing, detailing the issues that need to be addressed. If the landlord fails to respond or carry out the necessary repairs within a reasonable time frame, the tenant may escalate the matter by contacting relevant authorities or seeking legal advice.

Documentation Needed

When making a housing disrepair claim, it is essential to document the issues thoroughly, including photographs, written correspondence with the landlord, and any relevant medical reports or invoices for temporary accommodation or repairs carried out by the tenant.

Benefits of Seeking Compensation

Seeking compensation for housing disrepair can provide tenants with financial relief to cover the costs of temporary accommodation, medical expenses, damaged belongings, and other losses incurred as a result of the landlord's negligence.

Challenges in Housing Disrepair Claims

Legal Complexity

Housing disrepair claims can be legally complex, requiring knowledge of tenancy laws, building regulations, and court procedures. Navigating the legal system without professional assistance can be challenging for tenants, especially if they are unfamiliar with their rights and responsibilities.

Financial Barriers

Many tenants may hesitate to pursue housing disrepair claims due to financial constraints, such as the cost of legal representation or the fear of retaliation from their landlord. However, there are legal aid services and solicitors who specialize in housing disrepair claims and offer assistance on a no-win, no-fee basis.

Seeking Legal Assistance

Role of Solicitors

Solicitors specializing in housing disrepair claims can provide invaluable assistance to tenants, guiding them through the claims process, representing their interests in negotiations with the landlord or their insurance company, and representing them in court if necessary.

How They Can Help

Solicitors can assess the validity of a housing disrepair claim, gather evidence to support the tenant's case, negotiate settlements with the landlord or their insurer, and advocate for fair compensation on behalf of the tenant. Their expertise and experience can significantly improve the chances of a successful outcome for the tenant.

Impact of Housing Disrepair on Tenants

Health Risks

Living in a property with significant disrepair can have adverse effects on the health and well-being of tenants, exacerbating respiratory conditions, allergies, and other health problems. Dampness, mould, and poor ventilation can contribute to indoor air pollution and increase the risk of respiratory infections.

Psychological Stress

The stress and anxiety caused by living in substandard housing conditions can take a toll on tenants' mental health, affecting their quality of life, sleep patterns, and overall happiness. The uncertainty of not knowing when or if the issues will be resolved can create a sense of helplessness and frustration.

Recent Developments and Case Studies

In recent years, there has been growing awareness of the prevalence of housing disrepair and the need for stronger legal protections for tenants. Several high-profile cases have highlighted the challenges faced by tenants in seeking redress for housing disrepair and have spurred calls for legislative reforms to hold landlords accountable for neglecting their properties.

Tips for Preventing Housing Disrepair

To avoid falling victim to housing disrepair, tenants should conduct regular inspections of their rented property, promptly report any issues to their landlord, and keep records of all communication and repairs carried out. It is also essential to familiarize oneself with their rights as a tenant and seek legal advice if necessary.

Conclusion

Housing disrepair claims can be a daunting prospect for tenants, but with the right support and guidance, they can assert their rights and seek compensation for the harm caused by their landlord's negligence. By understanding their legal rights, documenting the issues, and seeking assistance from solicitors specializing in housing disrepair claims, tenants can hold landlords accountable and ensure that their homes are safe and habitable.

[nellielsss]

ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ?! (;° ロ°)

Summary: When the relationship is so well, you tend to forget a lot of things... such as your inability to drive A/N: So... this is inspired by my current predicament 😭 I've put off getting my license for a while now but I'm getting it next week!! You're still welcome to read if you can drive. Pairing: Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro, Kento Nanami, Yami Sukehiro x reader CW: light teasing (reader can't drive obvi), mentions of car accidents, pure fluff, reader is married to Nanami, sexual jokes (Toji)

Kҽɳƚσ Nαɳαɱι

╰┈➤ One of the hottest sights to see was whenever your fiancé, Kento Nanami, put his arm on his seat so he could put the car in reverse and pull out of the parking spot. You didn't know exactly what that did, given the fact that you two rarely had to drive in the middle of Tokyo, but you still appreciated whenever he offered to drive the two of you out on dates.

"Those heels are pretty high, honey, are you sure you won't get too sore?" was something he said whenever you went out on date nights all dressed up for him.

"I like to look cute for you, Kenny," you pouted, putting the final strap of your sandals on.

"Sweetheart, you don't have to wear those ankle killers to look cute for me," he said with a chuckle, the smile breaking his usually calm and stoic expression. "You could wear a pair of flats or sneakers and still look like the most beautiful woman on earth to me."

"Don't get it twisted; I also like to look cute for me," you retorted once more, making him laugh again.

"Have it your way, sweetheart. I have to say: you do look quite cute right now. Now, would you like to take the car, call a cab, or take the metro?"

Right now, the two of you were getting quite serious in your relationship. It was time for you to abandon your 1 bed/1 bath apartments and upgrade to a bigger place for the two of you. It's worth mentioning that you both had different ideas of what the perfect place to live was: you liked living in the heart of the city, and a 2 bedroom apartment in a cosmopolitan area, close to plenty of subway stations and yummy restaurants to try; Nanami liked his peace and quiet, and that usually involved a long commute (much to your dismay). In the end, you settled on a house in a neighborhood that was perfectly close to what was going on and also far enough out that Nanami got some much needed rest and relaxation.

One of the problems of said neighborhood was the faulty subway stations that were frequently in disrepair. Most of the residents in your area drove cars in order to get places which meant that the neighborhood board didn't feel it was necessary to renovate the subway stations. This was bad news for you because you were one of the only people who took it everywhere they went. So, when the one closest to your house was under complete renovation for the week, you were left stranded and had to go wherever Kento went.

What was even more unfortunate was that one day, you had to specifically ask him for a ride to get somewhere. He was currently resting on the couch, having the day off, so you couldn't exactly hitch a ride and get dropped off somewhere close to where you were heading.

"Sure thing," was what he said without a second thought. You breathed a sigh of relief and were glad that the most embarrassing part was over, only for him to ask: "if you don't mind me asking, why did you need to ask me to give you one? Can't you take the car on your own?"

"Um... well," you said, a little nervous by the sudden questions. You then looked up at your boyfriend who now had a questioning look on his face.

"See, I could, but then I'd probably crash it... because I don't know how to drive."

And there it was: the ugly truth baring its fangs at your handsome fiancé. During your three years of dating and your one year of engagement, he'd never figured out why he was always the one driving or why you always took the subway everywhere you went.

"How come?" he asked in a tone that was neither judgmental nor harsh.

"So, you see," you started, trying to make it sound as normal as you possibly could. "I'm... afraid of car accidents. Very afraid of them," you said with a slight frown. "And I'm afraid that I wouldn't be capable enough to handle such a big piece of metal without something bad happening. What if I lost control over the steering wheel or the gas pedal got jammed and I... took another person's life?" You looked at the floor out of embarrassment. "Hah, would you look at that: a 28 year old who can't drive."

Kento looked at you, this time with an apologetic smile on his face. He reached out, cupped your cheek, and brought your gaze back to his. "(Y/N), don't be embarrassed. There are plenty of people who get by and live their day-to-day lives without needing a car. But, you need to understand that knowing how to drive is a very helpful skill in life. What if you were far away from any metropolitan areas and someone you were with got into a bad accident, and you had to drive them to the hospital?"

You looked up at him like a kicked puppy, a shy smile gracing your features. He always knew the best things to say for times like these. "You're right: I should know how to drive. I guess I just never got around to it," you said with a small huff through your nose. "You really are too kind to me, Ken. Anyone else would've turned their nose at me and passed me off as someone incapable."

"Why would I ever turn my nose at you, sweetheart?" He asked, his hand still on your cheek, now rubbing it with his thumb. "You still have plenty of wonderful qualities worth celebrating. And, you're right: you just never got around to it."

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Why don't I teach you how to drive? I've been told I'm a great driver by people very close to me," he offered, making you giggle.

"You're simply the best fiancé, Ken. You'd really do that for me?"

"For you? I'd do anything. Now, let's fill out a permit form and get you that license."

"Alright, first thing's first: let's get out of this parking spot," Kento said, his hand steady and guiding yours as he gave you a demonstration. "Turn the steering wheel left, and the car will back up in that same direction, and vice versa for turning right."

"Okay," you said, determined to get out of that spot.

You began to reverse, only for him to stop you: "stop, stop, stop the car." You freaked out and looked at him, abruptly pressing the brake pedal. "Honey, you can't just reverse without looking behind you; there could've been a child!"

Speaking of the devil: there was a child walking behind the car.

"Shit... sorry," you said, biting your lip out of worry. He just sighed and shook his head.

"Make sure to use the backup camera; although on the actual test itself, you won't be able to use it, so it's best that you use your head to turn for now. Here, this is what you do when you reverse." He grabbed the steering wheel with one hand and turned his head in the opposite direction, and you almost got distracted by the veins on his forearms when he said: "eyes on me, sweetheart."

"Sorry, babe." You smiled at him bashfully before mimicking the action, reversing just as he'd directed you.

"That's it, honey, you're already doing so well," he said encouragingly, reaching out to press a kiss to your forehead.

Praise always made your stomach flip, even in non-sexual situations.

"Keep it up, and you'll be better than me in no time."

Sαƚσɾυ Gσʝσ

╰┈➤ Satoru Gojo was good at everything, and you knew that even before you got into a relationship with the powerful sorcerer. You'd always heard stories from both his friends and strangers about how he could accomplish anything very quickly with only a single demonstration given on how to do it. This man could do everything: play soccer, ballroom dance, speak 30 languages (according to him), and he was even good at chemistry! If you weren't the man's pride and joy--the man's girlfriend--then it would've been really annoying to put up with such nonchalant skill.

He still made sure to tease you from time to time, saying that he could do whatever you could do but with tenfold skill (he really could; he just didn't want you to grow resentful of him (not that you would)). These claims were usually never backed up because at the end of the day, he knew that he was just joking with you.

One of the best things about having Satoru Gojo as your boyfriend was him being your personal chauffeur who could drive you anywhere he wanted in the least amount of time with the most amount of efficiency possible. He was even good at riding motorcycles which you usually weren't too fond of, given how dangerous they were.

But, oh, how his teasing tongue was just so irritating whenever he decided to use it. The man was an amazing boyfriend and an even more amazing best friend, but he could also be really cocky at times and for good reason.

"Satoruuu, I wanna go shopping," you drawled out, your arms landing around his broad shoulders and pulling his attention from the stack of papers on his desk to you. "Mind taking me?" You knew the man couldn't possibly resist because of his love for shopping which was greater than yours (seriously, how was it possible that someone loved shopping more than you?)

Satoru chuckled and gave you his trademark cocky grin. "You're asking me for a ride like I'm your personal chauffeur, eh?"

"Is that not what you are?" you quipped back, making him feign hurt.

"I'm hurt; my girlfriend's been using me this entire time for rides!" he said sarcastically, putting his hand on his forehead for added effect.

"Like you don't love going shopping more than I do," you scoffed, taking your hands off his shoulders and putting them back on your hips. "C'mon; you and I both know you can't resist a good shopping trip."

"Never said I was trying to," he said, standing up from the chair and stretching his long legs out. "I've been needing an excuse to escape these papers, anyway. Always so stupidly menial and boring."

"You're the one who wanted to be a teacher."

"Yeah, so I could raise a couple nice generations of kids; not so I could raise my blood pressure with these papers that need grading!"

"Be glad you only have, like, 10 kids to worry about--some teachers have 30 per class. And even then, it's basically 9 kids to grade, since Yuji's papers are never that hard to grade."

"That's true," he acquiesced with a snicker, shaking his head at the boy's... delayed learning.

"Anyway, I'll grab my purse, and you grab your sunglasses," you said, walking away to get said purse from your closet. Once you did, you returned to find Satoru waiting outside, perched against the car nonchalantly.

"Ready to spend my money?"

"You know it, baby," you giggled, making him shake his head. Once in the car, he did his thing and reversed out of the space, driving to the mall with the skill of an F1 racer.

Along the way, his tongue was just itching to say something to you, though: "Y'know, princess, I find it funny how you're always needing me to drive places. You're like my little passenger princess," he crooned, patting your head, only to be met with your swatting hands. "It's like you can't even drive."

That little quip, while it may have had innocent intentions, made you freeze up for a moment.

That's right: Satoru didn't know about your lack of driving ability.

"Cat got your tongue?" he asked, looking over at you while his hands effortlessly rotated the steering wheel for a turn.

"More like my license," you muttered, making his teasing smile drop.

"Huh?"

"Are you as clueless as you are tall?" you asked, looking up from your phone at him, face scrunched up like an angry kitten. "I'm saying I can't drive."

That confession almost made Satoru hit the brakes in the middle of a busy road. "You can't drive?!"

"No!" you said, a little angrier and louder than you'd meant it to be. It was clear that he'd hit a sore spot, so he cooled off the accusations and the teasing. "I can't drive... I never learned how to. I was supposed to learn it when I was younger, but I... y'know, just forgot to! It slipped my mind, was all." Satoru let the weight of your words sink in, realizing that this was a big insecurity for you, judging by the defensive tone.

"Baby, I'm sorry for provoking you like that," he said. He only ever used the pet name "baby" for when you were either mad at him or in just a plain bad mood. "I had no idea."

"How could you have? I never told you," you scoffed.

"Well, that part is true... still, I should've known something was up. You always love car rides--you get to blast your music at full volume--but you never actually wanna drive yourself," he chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood.

"It's always been an insecurity for me." You leaned forward, your elbows resting on the dashboard temporarily. "My friends--our friends don't give two shits about that kinda stuff unless they don't get gas money, but whenever old-heads find that out they make it seem like you have stage 4 breast cancer. 'Oh, you can't drive? However will you get around places?' Uh, I dunno, the metro?" Your little joke about geriatric seniors not minding their businesses made him laugh.

"You tell 'em."

"I was gonna learn, I even promised myself I would... but then I met you, and I started dating you, and you were just such a good driver that I felt it wasn't necessary to learn..." He was about to say something when you decided to continue: "... but it's wrong for me to rely on you for everything. I'm an adult; I should be able to do stuff on my own, even if I have a boyfriend who makes everything easier for me."

Satoru's face relaxed into a soft smile, and he glanced over at you while still driving. "That's true--that's all very true. You are an adult, even if you're still my princess," he said while ruffling your hair. "Tell you what: in order to repay me all those car rides I've given you, you have to let me teach you how to drive."

You looked over at him, your smile replaced by a soft look of shock with your lips slightly parted. "Really? You'd do that for me?"

"What kind of a man would I be if I let my girl struggle to learn with some old hag who barks at their students?" he asked with a toothy, cocky grin. "It's just like you said: I'm the best driver you know, so why not train with the best?"

"Satoru..." you leaned in suddenly, pressing a big kiss to his cheek. "You're the best! Thank you so much!"

"I know, I know," he chuckled, his pale cheeks slightly red from the praise. You then whacked him upside the head, making him let out an "ow!"

"Cocky bastard," you said under your breath.

"Alright, don't forget to use your turn signals, baby," he said, reaching out to turn it on.

"Right," you said with an apologetic smile. He was just like a mother hen when he taught you how to do stuff. Seriously, how could Yuji have been such a bad student? You were currently on your sixth driving lesson with your boyfriend, and you were already a better driver than most people you knew (except for him, of course).

"And keep your eyes on the road- watch out!" You were about to cross an intersection when an elderly lady was crossing the street. She barked some curses at you in Japanese before continuing on her way.

"Sorry!" You said to both him and the old lady.

"It's alright, you're still doing great," he said with a proud smile on his face. "See that sign up there? It says 'yield to pedestrians' which means you have to slow down and let any and all pedestrians cross before continuing. It's not your fault 100%; that lady was quite slow and small, but still, you have to keep your focus on the road at all times. No daydreaming or zoning off, no matter how hot your driving instructor is." He flashed you one of his cocky Satoru smiles before you whacked him upside the head again. "Ow! ... anyway, let's spin the block once more before calling it a day, yeah? I'll cut the lesson short since you've been doing so good."

"Can we get frozen yogurt after?" you asked, making sure your focus was still on the road.

"We can get anything as long as it satisfies my sweet tooth and doesn't break the bank."

As if his bank account wasn't literally limitless.

As you spun around the block once more, making sure not to hit any little old ladies or small children, you muttered an "I love you" under your breath.

"What was that, baby?" he asked, turning his ear to face you, "I don't think I caught what you said."

"I said I love you," you said, rolling your eyes out of how needy he was.

"That's the spirit." He smiled at you before relaxing into the seat, still keeping his focus for the two of you. "Y'know, maybe later, you can repay your gratitude to your super awesome and amazing and sexy boyfriend for being such an amazing teacher."

"In your dreams, snow leopard," you jested sarcastically.

Satoru merely chuckled and changed the song on the radio to something he liked better.

"Yeah, I sure as hell will be dreaming of it."

Tσʝι Fυʂԋιɠυɾσ

╰┈➤ Your man, Toji Fushiguro, radiated dilf energy from every fiber of his being. Even though you and him had yet to marry--let alone have kids, you knew that, one day, he was gonna be an amazing (and super sexy) father to your children. You already had baby names picked out for said future children, even though you'd still like to enjoy your youth before having them; you didn't wanna waste your youth on diapers when you could be getting turnt.

One of the things that made Toji so dilf-y in your eyes was the way he drove. You know that specific way that fathers drive the family van at a moderately-fast but not illegal speed & how they look so good doing it? Like they were built to be Nascar drivers? Yeah, that's how Toji drove, with his sexy girlfriend in the passenger seat to boot. A small part of him loved it when guys driving in the next lane over could see a beautiful chick & gained the slightest bit of hope that they could get your number before the light turned green... only to have their dreams crushed by the sight of the oh-so hot and oh-so intimidating man who was driving said car, his thick forearms on display and his veins popping while he had his hands on the steering wheel. They couldn't see his eyes through the sunglasses he wore, but they could tell that he was all but sneering at them. They'd look like little boys next to him, after all.

He also especially loved it when you two pulled over at the nearest secluded parking lot, horny out of your fucking minds and unable to resist each other's touch, and he especially loved it when you sucked his dick in the backseat and then rode his cock like your life depended on it (in that same backseat, of course).

Yeah, you guess you could say you loved it when Toji drove the two of you places. "Just sit back and let your boyfriend be your chauffeur, doll," was his tagline whenever you two hopped into the car.

You wouldn't deny him the opportunity to drive you around, especially since you couldn't drive.

Those little moments in the car would be put on hold, however, when Toji's arm got severely wounded while fighting a particularly pesky target. Not only that, but it was his good driving arm that he couldn't drive without!

It should've been fine, since he had superhuman healing powers and therefore only had to wear an arm-cast for a day or two. He had the day off, and he'd be damned if some stupid injury got in the way of enjoying his day off with his favorite girl. You'd also just be the one driving around, he presumed.

"Hey, sweetheart," his gruff voice said into your ear, making you jump out of surprise. "Sorry for spookin' ya," he said with a laugh, ruffling your hair with the hand that wasn't broken.

"Don't scare me like that; you know how silent you can be."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm just too good of an assassin," he quipped, his laughter piping down. "Why don't the two of us go out and get somethin' to eat, and maybe get a dessert afterwards? You know I love something sweet to eat." You raised your eyebrows when he mentioned dessert, knowing damn well that his idea of "dessert" eating your ass. "Nah, nah, not that kinda dessert; I'm in the mood for a parfait or two. I've recently developed a sweet tooth because of your sweet ass."

"Or two?" you asked mockingly, raising your eyebrow.

"Big boys gotta eat big meals, am I right?" he asked, that classic Toji smirk never leaving his face. "C'mon, I'll even pay for it."

"Sure, sure, where do you wanna eat?"

Toji shrugged. "Doesn't make a difference to me as long as the restaurant's good."

"Alright, lemme just get my suica card."

"Don't you wanna drive instead? I know damn well you ain't walkin' in those heels, baby," he said, looking down at the 4-inch heels you were wearing. "Plus, I don't wanna ride the subway when I've got this big-ass cast on."

"O-Oh, um," you started stammering a little, not wanting to let him know that you couldn't drive while also not trying to argue with him.

Toji, however, in his infinite perceptiveness, saw you stammering, and that little smirk faltered a little. He looked at you with question, wondering why you were at a loss for words when it came to driving you two to the restaurant. "Somethin' wrong, baby? What's got you stuttering?"

"Um... well, the reason is because I can't drive."

Toji stared at you for a few seconds, letting the information sink in. "Doll, you can't drive?"

"N-No, I can't drive! I... never got my license," you said, your voice gradually diminishing in size. "I just didn't get one when I was younger, okay? Don't judge me for it!" you added defensively, crossing your arms over your pink top.

"Calm down, baby, I'm not judging you for anything," Toji said, raising his one hand to calm you down. "It's alright if you can't drive; if anything, it's cute."

"Cute?" you repeated back.

He chuckled for a few seconds and explained his reasoning. "Yeah: it's cute as hell that you need me to drive you around everywhere. You're like a cute little kitten: all defensive and hissy, but still dependent on me." He stepped closer and ruffled your hair for a few seconds to which you didn't swat his hand away. When he finally removed his hand and put it on his hip, he reached to take his phone out of his pocket. "So, should we take an Uber?"

"Yeah, if you want to," you sighed, rubbing your forehead and squeezing your cheeks together out of worry.

"Hey, hey, don't be so strung up, doll," he said, trying to relieve some of the tension in your body. "Once I get all patched up and take this stupid cast off my arm, you'll be back to being my passenger princess." He flashed you a crooked grin, trying to alleviate your mood.

"I know you will, but what if it's a more serious injury? What if you couldn't use your arm for a month or two--what if you lost your arm?" you asked, furrowing your brow in stress and pouting as well.

Toji sighed, giving you an apologetic smile. "You're right. Plus, driving's a good skill that could come in handy someday. I know we've got great transit in Tokyo, but if we were to live somewhere smaller with less public transit, what'd we do if we couldn't drive?"

"As if I'd live anywhere with less shopping," you scoffed, making him chuckle.

"I'm just saying: we can't just rely on public transit alone."

You took a deep breath, calming yourself down and getting rid of the attitude. "You're right, you're right, I just got a little tense. Driving is a necessary skill which could come in handy one day."

"Damn straight, doll," he agreed with a chuckle. "Right now, let's just take that Uber and get somethin' to eat, 'kay? We'll figure out all that driving shit later."

"Alright, doll, keep your eyes on the road and not on your man's arms," he instructed you, making you snap out of the trance that his arms had unintentionally put you in.

"Maybe don't have arms worth drooling over," you sassed, making him chuckle.

"Hey, I'm just tryin' to give my girl somethin' sturdy to hold onto when she wants it," he retorted, putting his hands up in defense, still keeping that smirk on his face. "Anyway, just look straight ahead, and nothing should get in the- shit, watch out!"

Out of nowhere, a red car sped through the street, rounding the corner very sharply and almost hitting your car as it did so. You immediately hit the brakes, startled beyond all belief with the hair on your arms standing up. "Sorry, sorry," you mumbled. "I didn't see that car."

"I know you didn't. Don't worry 's not your fault; it's their fault, if anything. Fuckin' assholes don't know how to control their fuckin' cars," he spat, rubbing your shoulder as the red car sped off. "But, that's why it's important to keep your eyes on the road: you can keep watch and make sure that some shitty ass driver doesn't hit you and get you into an accident."

You nodded, keeping that fact in mind. "Alright: keep my eyes on the road." You took a deep breath, making sure that there weren't any out-of-control drivers headed your way.

"So cute when you focus," he muttered under his breath. He watched as you changed lanes, rounded corners smoothly, and stopped perfectly at the red lights. "Good job, good job!" he praised enthusiastically, clapping just to add effect. "You're already doing such an amazing job!"

You smiled and looked away bashfully, still keeping your focus on the road. "Thank you, thank you," you giggled, accepting any and all praise.

"No; thank you for being a great student and not giving me a fucking heart attack," he chuckled, relaxing into his seat. "Alright, now: drive a few more blocks, and then we can go home and watch whatever chick flick you wanna watch. Maybe afterwards, I can feed you some dessert?"

"Yeah, that sounds-" you stopped talking when you realized what you meant by dessert. "Toji, you pervert!"

He laughed loudly at your reaction and shook his head.

"As if you could resist my desserts; your sweet tooth's just too damn strong for your own good."

Yαɱι Sυƙҽԋιɾσ (modern AU)

╰┈➤ If there was one thing that got Yami Sukehiro's dick hard, it was a strong woman--a woman who didn't take shit from anybody; didn't need to rely on others or be babied; and who most certainly wasn't incapable of handling themselves. Everyone should be able to handle themselves when they're adults because it was what made one an adult!

One of the things that he believed made an adult an adult was getting around on their own, whether it be by car, metro, or even by helicopter (if you had the budget). Your boyfriend and you had different modes of transportation: you chose to take the metro, and Yami liked to drive his car, even if he had terrible road rage and hated traffic (Tokyo's traffic could be terrible on certain days).

"Come on! Hurry your asses up already!!" Yami barked from the driver's seat, honking the horn as loudly as he could. "Shut the hell up, you bastard!!" he barked again when the person behind him honked the horn. Naturally, his first reaction was to honk back ten times harder. "Wish I could teleport or somethin'..."

Regardless of your preferred mode of transportation, he just wanted you to get where you were going efficiently.

One day, after he'd refused forgotten to pay one too many parking tickets, he sadly had his license revoked. He believed that losing your license over tickets was a myth and that you could only lose it over DUIs, but when the police took that little piece of paper away from him, he now knew that it wasn't a myth.

"Hey, honey," his deep and raspy voice said into your ear one morning, "do you think you could give me a ride to work today?" Just to convince you further, he wrapped his big, muscular arms around you and pulled you close to him.

"What do you need a ride for?"

"Um, well... got my license revoked," he mumbled into your ear.

"Hm?"

"I said I got my license revoked," he said louder this time, his arms instinctively tightening around you. He buried his face into your shoulder and avoided your gaze, not wanting to see the judgment on it.

"Suke, why did you get your license revoked?" you asked him, brows furrowing together out of confusion. You turned around in his embrace and grabbed his cheeks, making him look at you.

"I forgot to pay a parking ticket," he mumbled, sighing deeply. His charcoal eyes met yours, and he looked like a kicked puppy.

"Baby, you know I could've helped you with that."

"No," he refuted firmly, shaking his head in response to your offer. "I don't want my girl doing anything I can do with my own two hands; I wouldn't be a man if I let that happen."

You gave him an remorseful smile and now it was your turn to sigh. "You and your chivalry..."

He let out the tiniest whine and hid his face in your hair. "Shut up," he mumbled, "can you just gimme a ride? Please? I'll give you gas money if you need it."

"I can get you a suica if you need one," you offered, shoulders shrugging in his arms.

"Ugh, not the metro--I don't wanna take the metro. Too many things can happen and it'll fuck my timing up if I do." By timing he meant the amount of time he can cuddle with you on the couch before going off to work. "And there's too many people--I just don't like taking it. Can't you take the car instead? Just this once? I know you hate traffic and all, but it'll just be until I get my license back."

All of a sudden, you went quiet, looking off to the side (quite embarrassedly so).

"What're the tight lips for, baby?" he asked, cocking his head to the side out of his obliviousness. "Hey, you know I don't like it when you go silent on me."

"Suke, I can't... I can't drive."

"What do you mean you can't drive? Didn't you get your license when you turned 18?"

"No, I didn't!" you exclaimed, making his brow furrow further. Once he realized that you were serious and not joking around with him, his confused expression turned into a remorseful frown.

"Well, you're an adult! You have to know how to drive!"

"Shut up already!!" you snapped back in response, embarrassed from that same fact that he brought up. He sighed and released you, letting you walk away and cool down for a sec.

"Honey..." he looked down at the floor and then up at you again, his frown still there. "I'm sorry for making you so upset, I just- I've just never met an adult who doesn't know how to drive, so I didn't know how to react."

"That's 'cus you're a blue collar worker who needs to know how to operate a car," you sassed, making him "tch."

"Well, I guess you're right," he conceded with a chuckle. His eyes followed you and, once he saw that you were cooled down, he came closer to you. "C'mere, hon," he coaxed with his arms outstretched, beckoning you to come closer and give him a hug. You didn't say anything and did as he wanted, letting him encircle his arms around you. "I'm sorry for getting you riled up, I really am. I've been trying to control my temper lately, and I slipped up."

"Hell yeah, you did," you mumbled into his thick chest, his pecs making your words come out muffled. "Control that shit if you want cuddles."

He chuckled and shook his head. "For your cuddles, I'll do anything."

"Could you teach me how to drive?" You asked softly, looking up at Yami and offering him the best puppy eyes you could possibly muster up. "I don't wanna be embarrassed the next time someone asks me for a ride."

"Baby, you already gave me enough reason with those puppy eyes," he reassured you, running his calloused fingers through your hair and smiling at you. "Alright, since you asked so nicely, I'll teach you how to drive a car. But fair warning: my road rage isn't to be messed with."

"I know, I know--I've seen said road rage firsthand many times."

He just laughed and rested his chin atop your head again. "So, how many minutes do we have for cuddles before I have to take the metro?"

"Enough to satisfy your little heart."

"Perfect," he sighed, already leading you to the couch for said cuddles.

Later, he'd face-time you for a half hour while angrily trying to figure out how the stupid train lines work, making several people look at him out of fear. "What're you looking at, you little punk?! I'll kick your ass!" he shouted at a rather short man who'd accidentally looked at him the wrong way.

"Yami Sukehiro, don't beat up the other riders!" you scolded him over the phone.

"Hey, eyes on the road at all times!" he barked a little too loudly, making you flinch while keeping your hands steadily on the steering wheel. "And don't you dare take your hands off the steering wheel!" he also said rather loudly.

"I know, I know! Stop shouting and just let me drive!" you shouted back, making his blood vessel pop in his forehead.

He sighed and rubbed his forehead, trying to calm down. "Sorry, sorry, honey; I'm just a little stressed whenever I'm on the road."

"A little?" you asked, almost in disbelief that he could be stressed out "just a little" bit.

"Well, don't give me that look! Driving's dangerous and you can get hurt if you're not focused."

"And who said I wasn't focused?"

"You were staring at my biceps earlier when we were supposed to change lanes." You didn't say anything back, instead looking at the road again with a deep blush on your face. You zeroed in on the road this time, bringing a tiny smile to his face. "I hope you know it doesn't mean anything if I get mad at you; unless we get into an accident, of course. I just care a lot about you, and I don't want some shitty driver getting my honey into a car accident."

"Right, because who would give your big ass all the cuddles you want later?" you asked with a snicker.

"Hey! The correct term is beefy," he retorted, flexing his rather thick arm just to prove a point. You shook your head and managed to keep your eyes on the road, making his smile widen. "Speaking of cuddles, would it be too much to ask if we could cuddle later tonight? Been missing your touch..."

"We cuddled right before this, Suke."

"It's not enough. Did y'know one of my three favorite things is cuddling? This big man right here needs some love and affection from time to time."

"I thought your three favorite things were gambling, beer and sleeping?" You asked, making him pout in a way too cute way. He crossed his arms over his chest and instead turned his eyes back to the road along with you.

"FYI: I quit gambling for you..."

"So, what's this new third favorite thing?" Your question made him chuckle, and he looked at you again.

"You, of course. Now, drive us home so that I can get those cuddles in."

YAMI BRAINROT IS TOO REAL I NEED TO MARRY HIM move over Charlotte

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[simsyworld]

Reclaimed Roots, A Legacy Challenge.

One fateful day, as you flip the pages in the local newspaper, your eyes fall upon an advertisement for an affordable farm on the outskirts of town. This farm had fallen into disrepair, abandoned and forgotten by its previous owners, who had inherited the farm but chose to not take care of it. Despite its rundown state, a flicker of hope ignited within your heart. Your dream of owning a small farm to raise your future family may become a reality! 

You call the owner’s of the property and they start asking for more money. This went from being an affordable farm to a pricey one! You decide to take a leap of faith and go for it. Packing your belongings immediately and setting out for the neglected farms of your dream. When you arrive, you see just how neglected the farm truly is. You find a weathered farmhouse, its paint peeling and windows cracked, surrounded by overgrown fields and rotten fences. But you see beauty hidden underneath it all. 

You see a vision of what this farm could be. A fresh coat of paint, rescued animals, beautiful old oak trees flourishing, children riding their bikes and fishing in the pound. This is where you want your new life you begin.

Required Packs: For Gameplay: Cottage Living, Cats and Dogs, and a pack that allows yard sales. House is made with a bunch of packs but is mostly just all clutter! Main items are from the gameplay packs.

Rules: Aspiration must be country caretaker Start with $500 Place @simsyworld’s lot from the gallery called "Abandoned Farm" hashtag #reclaimedroots or #reclaimedrootslegacy Each generation must live on the family farm. This may call for an extension of the house, a second floor, or a basement. If your sim has more than one kid, they can move out. But the sim you decide to cary on the legacy must live on the farm. Your house has no wifi, so no computers or gaming consoles. A TV can be bought after you fix up the house.  Your sim cannot have a job. Make money by yard sales or odd jobs. Your sim’s teenager sim’s can have a part-time job but they must still help out on the farm Wake up by 6:30am every day to take care of the animals (can take a nap after animals have been cared for) Cannot use “the hand of god” (selling in inventory) UNLESS there is more than 20 in a stack of crops. All other items must be sold during a yard sale. Have a yard sale at least once a week, every Sunday. If it is raining you can skip the yard sale. Sell anything you collect, baked goods, rocks, ect.

Generation One

Name the farm after your last name

Clean the house, buy a new mailbox, pick the weeds, and apply a fresh coat of paint to the house.

Find a stray cat to be your farm cat. This cat likes to live outdoors, so place a bed and food outside. If you get a full relationship with the cat, it can live indoors.

Buy 6 chickens and name each one. 

Build a relationship with each animal before getting a new one

Enter a Finchwick Fair competition 

Befriend the animals and complete the country caretaker Aspiration

Reach level 10 for Farming, Fishing, Cooking

Fall in love with a local farmer

Get married and have a ceremony on the farm

Have 1-2 children

When your first child is born, rescue a puppy that will become best friends with your child

When each sim ages up to a child, you must buy them a bike as a birthday present so your sim’s child can go on adventures.

Teach your children how to fish, cook, and garden

Generation Two

You grow up loving the farm and craving the taste of fresh produce. You watched your parents sell produce and baked goods every Sunday morning and thought it would be a great idea to go bigger! You decide to work towards your goal of making your name in town a staple by opening a store named after your family! 

Have the Freelance Botanist Aspiration 

Paint the house a new color since after all these years it needs a fresh coat.

Buy your family their first computer now that you have wifi

Reach level 10 for Cooking, Baking, Charisma 

Find a stray dog to adopt into the family

Enter a Finchwick Fair competition

Fall in love, get married, and divorced. This relationship didn’t work out.

Own a bakery, store, or restaurant that focuses on the idea of selling food or produce that is fresh. You do not have to have yard sales after you build a store. 

Become good friends with at least 20 sims outside of your household. 

A local baby/child was dropped off at the fire station. You decide to adopt this sim to live on the family farm! 

Build max relationship with your sim’s child. 

Teach your sim’s child how to garden, cook, and fish.

Fall in love and get married

Have family dinner all together on Friday nights including your sim’s siblings who moved out

Generation Three

You were adopted into the most loving family. You fell more into the creative side of life. Always drawing, painting, doing arts and crafts. When you got older you fell in love with the relaxation of making floral arrangements. 

Have the Painter Extraordinaire Aspiration

Reach level 10 for Floral Arrangements, Painting, Gardening

Make 3 masterpiece paintings

Befriend all the animals on the farm with max relationship

Inherit the family business and turn it into a floral arraignment store. You can also sell your paintings here.

Have 5 maxed relationship friends who you always hang out with

Enter a Finchwick Fair competition

Fall in love with 1 of the 5 friends. 

Have family dinner’s on Friday nights and friend dinner’s on Monday night

Find a stray cat to adopt. This cat is obsessed with you and follows you to work at the floral arrangement store.

Marry your best friend and have a ceremony. Invite all of your friends and family

Have as many children as you feel is right.

Do homework with your sim’s children every night 

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[uly55es]

'In another life, We could have been more.'

More details below// Uncensored Image Below!!// MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH!!! In the slowburn I'm writing, Monoma and Shinso live through a long and yearnful friendship. Both convinced the other would deny their feelings to focus on their pro-hero journey. Monoma wants nothing more than for Shinso to take Aizawas places as a night-time/quiet hero, to take care of his parents and Eri. He can't fathom Shinso wanting to be in the light with him, to do pro-hero modeling, interviews or such next to him. He knows Shinso- he knows how he prefers to be in the dark through his work, knows his association with Deku and his parents Pro-Hero history. He values himself and Shinso so so much- he doesn't want to force him into a spot light that he couldn't cope with. Imagine what the press would say? if the silent hero was caught around the loud, arrogant and hated 'Phantom Thief'. It's unfair to tangle Shinso's chaotic life in his status, for the chance that his confession instead causes disrepair in their long friendship. Shinso wants so badly to stand with Monoma, to be in his shadow- watching his six. To stalk alleys with him while looking for those to help or capture- But he's not stupid. Monoma is bright-brighter than the sun, louder than anyones he's met and his energy fills any room he walks into. He couldn't forgive himself if his adoration- if his love for Monoma pressured him to follow Shinso to the shadows, to dim his light. He knows that the dark hero 'mind-jack' is already fighting the press about his villianous quirk and appearance, he almost leans into it- but To push Monoma into that drama? someone whos sobbed into Shinsos arms about his own parents calling him 'evil' for his 'Villainous' quirk? its unfair, a chance that Shinso can't take. He hates seeing Monoma is pain as it is. There is silent acknowledgement of their friendship turning into something more domestic and intimate- drunken kisses, holding hands for comfort, practically living with eachother, calling and texting constantly. But- never as Pros, never as 'The Phantom Thief' and 'Mind-Jack'. The press, the danger and the chaos of their undisclosed relationship couldn't be risked. Risk. Shinso wish he took it- they're both Pros anyway, and Aizawa filled his head with the understanding that being a pro is dangerous- His own missing limbs or senses to prove it- and that he needs to live life smart and proud. But he's a coward at heart, never pushing the limits of their relationship, never trying to learn if these feelings were actually requited or not. It doesn't matter now. A villain who was just lucky enough, hitting the right place, movements too quick and now- nothing. Now he has nothing, no love, no friend, no light.

YAH :D I've been drawing too much fluff of these two. so. Yah :D

[kiapet2]

I find Relativity Falls au's that switch Pacifica with Fiddleford fascinating, mainly because Pacifica as a character is very defined by being upper class, while Fiddleford is very defined by being lower class. Now you could just ignore this and give Fiddleford's story to Pacifica wholesale, being a homeless "hillbilly" included, but that feels like a waste of potential. Here's how I'd write it:

Everyone in Gravity Falls knows that Northwest Manor is haunted. The older folks in town say there used to be galas and other events held there, but thirty years ago the gates were locked closed, household staff reduced to a skeleton crew, and no one has been allowed in or out since. In the ensuing years the house has fallen into disrepair and the grounds into an overgrown mess. Rumors say that a witch lives there, that at night you can see strange lights and hear weird noises that can only have come from Old Lady Northwest herself. Children dare each other to climb the fence and ding-dong ditch the front doors, which is probably how Stanley and Stanford end up meeting Pacifica for real.

For Pacifica's part, she still met Dipper at Backupsmore (or wherever he went to college), not because her family couldn't afford somewhere else but because her parents refused to pay for anything but a business degree, and no school would offer financial aid to someone of her income level. Pacifica is how Dipper found out about Gravity Falls in the first place, and in addition to whatever technical know-how she has, she also contributed a deep knowledge of the town's history, as well as a lot of her family's money to the portal project, to her later regret.

If modern-day Pacifica has a kid like Fiddleford, they're probably running as much damage control with the town as they can while trying to keep her out of the public eye as much as possible. I'm thinking a classic gothic horror locking-the-crazy-relative-in-the-attic situation, though of course she has her ways of slipping out. At the end they still sell Northwest Manor and move to a much smaller house, where they're able to start building a better relationship with each other.

Just. Mad scientist old lady Pacifica who lives in a haunted mansion. You see the vision.

[speak-on-it]

Finally got around to Season 2 of Invincible-

Here are some of my favorite aspects so far;

-Exploring Nolan's experience with propaganda and learning empathy with the Thraxans

-The multiverse/multi-dimension plotline

-Rex's character development. I fucking hated him, but now we're getting some (much appreciated) development. I'm so glad that the side characters get so much attention and care

-Mark's relationship with his parents; the conflict of wanting his dad, but knowing he's killed thousands. Then you have him and Debbie, who have massive roadblocks with communication despite their best efforts

-The color of the backgrounds, specifically the Grayson home. Seeing the blues and greens being used for Mark and Debbie with the hints of red and pink to encapsulate how Nolan still haunts them is done beautifully

-The metaphor of the house being rebuilt hastily/poorly. Debbie is a strong woman who tries to keep herself together but we see how that is taking a toll on her. The little things around the house- the cabinet doors not closing properly- are symbolic of the disrepair her and Mark's life have fallen into since Nolan's attack and subsequent depart

-Seeing other Viltrumites and getting unique combat and fighting styles. I noticed Nolan's slicing techniques aren't utilized by other Viltrumites, so it's cool to see each one with their own unique style (especially the woman who used a blade tied to her hair?? Fucking so cool)

I haven't read the comics, but adore the foreshadowing and I'm so excited to see what the rest of the season has to offer!

[thegreenthepeacetheorange]

Everlark (Mockingjay, Ch. 25-27)

peeta also being in the burn unit bc he was in the city circle

what i personally believe is that he's the one who tried to put out the fire that overwhelmed katniss, hence his own burnt hands and forehead

her using peeta's coping mechanism of pain to stay grounded in reality

when katniss talks about all the people she trusts being said, she highlights that there is peeta but he wouldn't know any more than her about 13's plans.

"we are both fire mutts now" - still a (broken) team

"those same blues" mentioned again

haymitch understanding katniss. the dad that stepped up. i love that he says "i'm with the mockingjay" instead of "yes"

katniss being our fave feral girl by literally biting into peeta's hand as he stops her from taking her nightlock

the fact that when she says "let me go", our baker boy with the beautiful words and the charm can only say "i can't"

just another instance where these can't let each other go. has anyone made a counter for these instances?

peeta is well and truly back. to do that. to know he can't let her go. that even when she bites him so hard he bleeds, he just looks into her eyes and lets her know he can't let her die

the fact that after the way katniss was used in the games and then in the rebellion, afterwards when she's damaged and broken and bruised and they have no more use for her, she's just sent off to 12

"there's no obstacle now to taking my life. but i seem to be waiting for something" - the same way peeta kept his hand open with the nightlock pill waiting for katniss to curl over his hand for him, katniss waits for peeta's permission to die

i love that she doesn't even mention peeta by name when she sees he's returned. we just know instinctively that he's the "him" that's back.

peeta says dr aurelius wouldn't let him leave the capitol til the day before which makes me think peeta had really been trying to be discharged to get back to katniss.

"his eyes have lost that clouded, tortured look"

katniss who understandably has fallen into physical disrepair over the last two chapters now feels "defensive" as peeta looks at her, frowning, and tries to push her hair out of her eyes somewhat. her relationship is SO different to the one she has with everyone else. and that's because it's really the only one where she's concerned with romance and her looks etc

peeta digging up and bringing her primrose. the boy with the bread is still here bringing gifts that can't have a price put on them. he is the sweetest most beautiful fictional boy

katniss is relieved that gale is in 2, far away. that era of her life is over, that friendship is over.

although she's still confusing right to end. why are you thinking about gale's lips kissing other lips. i think it's just like her finding closure but still.

katniss falling asleep on the sofa but waking up in her bed. we can guess who got her there

it's only after peeta comes back that katniss starts to hunt, find closure, grieve with others.

peeta bringing her a warm loaf of bread again.

them taking the family plant book and creating a new book to honour and remember the dead. her, peeta and haymitch creating their own makeshift family book. so tragic so beautiful

"peeta and i grow back together" - like it was inevitable.

But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that. So after, when he whispers, “You love me. Real or not real?” I tell him, “Real.”

i love how simple and matter of fact this whole passage is. she doesn't need to go into flowery descriptions or explanations. she's already done that for three books.

i just love this whole passage so much. so much hope. so much love. after all that's happened, katniss learns to live again, to hope again, to love again, to see goodness again. and peeta is a key to her achieving that. and it's so beautiful

as an adult, i now know that this scene is alluding to their first time having sex. the mentions of his arms that build to his lips that build to her hunger from the beach that night. "so after" is after that night, that moment in their relationship where things become elevated in a new way.

him whispering that is not him asking her to declare it or say it. he's asking her to confirm what he feels, has felt. that she loves him. and she knows now her answer forever. real.

[sillylilyposting]

Fusion is a SYMBOLIC REPRESENTATION of THE TWO CHARACTERS RELATIONSHIP

Metaphors don't have to replace shit you dumb fucking....

I am struggling to even begin to fucking put into words the flagrant wrongness of her ranting here..

Reflection isnt really a THING the way Lily says, An Example: A characters living space being dirty/in disrepair to reflect their poor mental state; Isn't reflection its symbolizing or symbolism, this is real basic like high school reading the great gatsby level shit here, its a... SYMBOLIC METAPHOR of an ABSTRACT state of mind in a physical manner in the media in question

Metaphors CAN exist alongside real literal meaning, in the example above their poor mental state IS as real as the squalor the person lives in that can have actual significants in the story beyond its metaphor or it equally doesn't need to (depending on the story your telling it may never come up again)

Relationships while can be generally understood are still ephemeral immaterial an abstract things meaning symbolizing them with physical stand in can make a good metaphor like fusion

Since I'm teaching here might as well say for anyone who don't know, similies are their own thing, done for description most often in text because unless you have narration or two characters yapping in a show/movie slipping in similies can be difficult (in my opinion)

Foil, a Foil? A character who contrasts the protagonist/other character in not just the straightforward sense but in themes and or motifs?

What does "Representative Concepts" mean lily? Could it perhaps be related to metaphors that are REPRESENTATIVE of SOMETHING ELSE?

All this is to say it becomes really easy for Lily to convince herself she is a good critic when she is content making up her own terms and definitions to concepts in writing and storytelling then acting like everyone else is dumb for not knowing this thing she made up 4 minutes ago which makes for a TERRIBLE critic and writer!

[really-burnt-toast]

All hidden details and meanings in Meanwhile

So, I told you guys to find 4 secrets hidden in the first page of Meanwhile, and it turns out you did!

Huge props to @pakoon2069 for being the first to find all the differences between graves!

I'll be putting them all below the cut in case people want to find them on their own or would like to avoid spoilers!

Minor spoilers for my AU tree times

1. Pillar differences - The Pillars are different heights, showing how far apart their age is to Narinder. Shamura's the tallest, they're the oldest. Leshy's the smallest, he's the youngest. Heket and Kallamar are the same height as they are equally apart from Narinder in age.

They also are in different levels of disrepair, showing how broken their relationship is towards Narinder. Heket and Kallamar will need an equal amount of work to have their relationship with Narinder fixed.

Shamura is the most broken, as even if they're willing to forgive, their relationship will take the longest to properly heal. They are also tilted to mirror their recovery being more complex.

By this point in time, Leshy's pillar is fully repaired because Leshy doesn't view their relationship as broken and Narinder is unconsciously aware that Leshy wasn't as involved as the others in trapping him.

2. Cross differences - All crosses are the same except Leshy's. The branch his is made of is blooming - Narinder sees him as the lesser evil of them all.

3. "Domain" differences - All the graves have parts of their domain (mushrooms, cobwebs, camellias, crystals) but only one is extending past the pillars. Leshy's flowers are reaching closer towards where Narinder is standing, inching towards the perspective.

Leshy is the first to actively reach out towards Narinder and is most likely the only one that Narinder doesn't have to seek out by himself.

4. Crown differences - All crowns are closed except the Purple crown, that is due to it being the crown of wisdom and being able to see EVERYTHING - including into Narinder's dream. It's cracked as it's metaphorically mirroring Shamura's broken mind.

Those were my interpretations and reasons but I REALLY loved all the other interpretations you guys made! Originally I always show my friends on Whatsapp my art first and they were able to point things out as well - so I really hoped someone would find all my details!

Needless to say, I wasn't disappointed! Across all people who've seen it, all details have been found!

Thank you for the support - I hope I get to make another secret hunt eventually :D

[appleteeth]

I'm seeing some discussions over Ed and Stede's not-an-ending-but-a-good-placeholder ending in s2, over whether giving up pirating, staying on land, running an inn, etc, is a good idea. But the inn is not the point.

They said it themselves: "Thought we might give it a go." "It's a fixer-upper. Good bones."

The inn is a metaphor for their relationship. It's a project that they need to work on together in order to have the life they want as a couple. Their relationship is a fixer-upper, but it's got good bones. Despite the three(?) breakups in the space of like 5 minutes, the rush to start a life together, the panic that everything is going wrong, they are still completely and utterly in love.

My guess is, if they do stay at the shack or return to it throughout s3, we'll see it looking more and more repaired and like a home - a window replaced here, a fresh paint job there, etc. Maybe we'll even see it back in disrepair when they have a big fight or something catastrophic happens. Like the Revenge, the environment around them reflects the state of their relationship and how it can both be destroyed and fixed up once more.

Or maybe the inn will be the new auxiliary wardrobe - a good metaphor for the scene, but once it's served it's purpose it's ultimately not important.

[sumire-no-nikki]

Philip Hermogenes Calderon, Broken Vows (1856) at Tate Britain.

In this painting, the viewer is presented with a small moment. It’s simple enough. A woman in despair has her back against a brick wall. A little further off to the side, there is a wooden fence. It’s in a state of disrepair, its holes exposing an illicit affair going on behind it. But a closer look reveals a deeper betrayal.

The woman on the foreground is wearing a ring, establishing the gravity of the heartache. The initials carved on the fence suggests this is a place they used to frequent, a bitter reminder of the sweeter days she shared with her unfaithful love. Even the tattered condition of the wooden fence gestures to the relationship’s decay and impending collapse. The same applies to the unkempt, overgrown nature of the garden, as if to say this is a relationship that has run its course.

Through the gaps, the viewer gleans salacious tidbits about the affair. A man engaging in a flirtatious encounter is holding a red rose overhead. Victorian floriography reveals his intentions: a red rose communicates passion, a declaration of love. In response to this, the second woman has her arm up reaching for this rose, suggesting she has been successfully lured. Her eyes are obscured. She has no distinguishable identity. She’s just another woman for the philandering man to use. One might walk away from this painting feeling just as sorry for her as for the first woman.

[anna-dreamer]

I am late with this one, and it's a bit all over the place, but i did it!

We will make this place our home by @leucisticpuffin is pure love. I discovered it on Christmas, and since then it has become very dear to my heart. Besides the absolute enchanting quality of its graceful and melancholic narrative, it has one of the most sweet and heart-wrenching depictions of Maedhros&Maglor relationship i've ever seen. So when i thought of what to draw for Respite, this scene from chapter 37 A Cry in the Dark was basically my only option.

This was definitely the right room. It was in a state of comfortable disrepair – clothes flung haphazardly over the chair, bottles and trinkets cluttering up the dresser, a pile of old records on the floor beside an enormous old gramophone – and Maglor and Maedhros were both sprawled over the too-narrow bed, Maglor curled up near the edge, Maedhros lying beside him half-covered in blankets. Red and grey-black hair muddled together on the pillow.

@maedhrosmaglorweek

Day 6: Respite

[her-power]

Fixation on the Darkness (Part One: Dark Romance! e.m. x fem! reader)

‼️❌🛑18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 🛑❌‼️

Trigger/Content Warning: Dark! Somewhat Souless! Eddie! Strong sexual content, blood play, unprotected p+v, choking, hair pulling, rough intercourse, fingering (f receiving), masturbation, oral (f receiving *for now*), fight or flight responses, grief, thoughts of unaliving self & others, manipulation, violence, smut, some fluff, angst.

Summary: This takes place in 1987, a year after the events of S4. Hawkins is in complete disrepair. The reader is grieving the death of her old love Eddie Munson. She is convinced he’s still alive because there was no body, but she knows she is just fooling herself. Until the dreams. Is he is the same? Has he changed? She finds out sooner than she thinks, and realizes that someone she once loved is lurking in the shadows, covered in darkness, and not the same man she remembers. Is she the only one that can make him remember who he truly is? Reader learns about the Upside Down later on in the story.

Word Count: 4.4k

Author’s Warning: This is going to be a multiple parts series, followed by another series that will be the sequel. This is completely different from my last two series. It’s dark, it’s eerie, it’s heart wrenching, it’s not going to be your typical Eddie. This is a dark romance, but do not, for the love of everything, do not follow in the footsteps of the reader. Manipulative relationships and emotional abuse is not okay. This is fiction/fantasy but it talks about REAL life issues.

The rush of cold air bites your skin as it startles you awake. You had kicked your blanket off in the middle of the night; your bare legs are covered in gooseflesh. The cold air was coming from your open window, but you don’t remember opening it. Why would you? It was the middle of winter after all. You throw your legs over the side of the bed, stumbling through the pitch blackness of your bedroom to close the window. You let out a grunt as you slam it shut, it creaks against the pane, and you lock it. A slight chill is still in the air, and what feels like icy hands glides up your spine and cups the back of your neck. A sharp breath escapes you, yet you remain frozen. Someone was here. 

“That’s it…”

You gasp at the sound of the voice, the voice you have spent a year making sure you remembered over and over, but something was different. He was different. 

“Eddie?” You’re breathless, cool lips touch your neck. 

A low growl is heard, rumbling deep from his chest. A pleasant ache happens between your legs at the sound. “Mmm…I can smell you.” His voice, but not his voice…deeper, breathier…beautiful. 

You feel his teeth graze your ear lobe, moving towards your neck and you hiss. A stinging pain: he bit you. You shudder when you feel his tongue move over the same spot, followed by his lips. 

You moan. 

Cold hands move under your shirt, your nipples hardening instantly once you feel the other cooling sensation from the metal of his rings. “Eddie.” You whisper again; his hands squeeze your breasts, causing a wetness to pool between your legs. 

You feel his lips against your ear, even his his breath is cold. “Time to wake up, doll.”

“I don’t want to.” You whimper, your head falls back against his shoulder as he tugs your nipple, his other hand slides down your stomach, into your underwear. His fingers were cold, but you welcomed it as he palms your clit, moving the lips with his fingers. 

You feel him smile against your throat, his teeth grazes that same spot again, you moan again. You so desperately wanted to turn to look at him, to see him, to convince yourself that this wasn’t just a dream, and he was alive, but he kept a strong hold on you, keeping your back to his chest.

“Tsk tsk, my love. Still stubborn.” A low rumble in his chest again and you cry out, he slips two fingers inside you, but he doesn’t move them. “You will wake up. I need you thinking of me when the hot water from the shower hits your skin, when you’re driving into town, I need you thinking—” he growls, shoving his fingers deeper and you sob. “I need you thinking about what I’m going to do to you next, about where I want to kiss you, taste you. I need you thinking of me when you’re alone in your bed, touching yourself, moaning my name.” He licks your throat, and you stifle a louder moan. “That’s a good girl...” He slides his fingers out of you, and you want to cry, you don’t feel him behind you anymore. “Don’t be sad, my love. I’ve only just begun.” 

Your eyes snap open and the sunlight immediately blinds you. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying so desperately to wish yourself back into the dream. This is the one of many dreams you’ve been being tortured with these last few weeks, but in the ones before this, you can only feel his presence, nothing else. 

But this felt so real. There was still a dull ache between your legs, your nipples were peaking through your shirt. You swore the ghost of his fingers still lingered inside you as you laid there. You close your eyes, moving your hand gently down over your underwear, you were soaking. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you slide your fingers into your underwear, gently dancing over your clit. You thought about him; the last time you were with him. Before everything. Before the murders, before the earthquake, before you knew he wasn’t ever coming back. He took his time with you, he savored every moment, every taste of you. His tongue was like magic, every lick, every suck, it felt as if you’re body was being lifted into the cosmos, and you didn’t want to come back down. He would whisper how much he loved you, how he couldn’t wait to be out of this shitty town, and to take on the world together. When he kissed your lips, it took your breath away, he was so sweet, so kind…

Your body jerks as you orgasm, your thighs clench around your hand as you whimper, continuing to rub yourself until you couldn’t take it anymore. You sigh loudly, the euphoric feeling still lingers, and then it’s gone. 

You lay there, your eyes still closed and you silently cry. The love of your life was gone forever, but for some reason…you felt in the depths of your soul that he wasn’t. That tether was still there, and it held on. 

Even with the wool from your socks and your thick black boots, the cold still bit at your toes as you walk through the cemetery. You bury your face in your scarf, the breeze was making it worse. The snow made the cemetery seem more silent than normal, no sounds of life or a skitter of a rodent. You had been coming here every week for the last six months since they finally put headstone in. Most of the cemetery was destroyed in the earthquake, the yellow tape still visible around the cracks in the Earth from where you stood. You approach the row of headstones where his laid and see a capped head bobbing as it knelt in front of the stone. You walk closer, seeing that it was Wayne, scrubbing vigorously at the stone. You jog towards him. 

“Again?” You say, your anger seething in your veins as you see the words murderer spray painted over his name. It had happened a lot during the summer; even though his name was cleared at the end of ‘86 because of Jason’s disappearance and lack of evidence, the town still hated him. 

Wayne looks up you, the same anger in his eyes. “Damn kids, they ran off when I saw them. Couldn’t have been younger than seventeen.” 

“Assholes.” You mutter, kneeling in the snow next to him. You take the sponge from him with gloved hands. “I’ll do this, you’re gonna get frost bite.” 

He doesn’t fight you, just sighs and watches silently as you remove the rest of the paint. You knew Wayne came here at least everyday; even though they couldn’t find his body, you think it gave him comfort knowing he could visit him. It broke your heart; he fought so hard to clear his name and when he finally did, no one associated with him. Except you and Dustin. Sometimes, Steve Harrington, but that was rare; there was always something haunting him in his eyes, and you didn’t know what he saw when the earthquake happened, what he felt. 

The headstone was cleaned up, and you stand up, dusting the snow off your knees. 

“Thank you.” Wayne mutters, lighting up a cigarette. He stares at Eddie’s name and looks over at you. “How are you doing? Haven’t seen you in awhile.”

That made you feel guilty, something about the winter was turning you into a hermit. It had been over a year since Eddie’s death and for some reason, the grief hurt more in the cold, like bones full of arthritis. 

You shrug. “Would you believe me if I said I’ve been good?” 

He smirks. “Not in the slightest.” 

“I’m still hanging on.” You sigh. “That’s all I can do; all anyone can do.” A cold chill creeps up your spine, but it wasn’t from the wind. It felt foreign, but familiar. And you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching you, you shake the feeling. “What about you?” 

He grumbles. “I don’t do shit besides work, so, nothings changed.” You give him a sweet smile and he sigh, gently patting your back. “It was good seeing you kid, don’t be a stranger. My doors always open.”  

You watch him walk away, feeling the sadness overwhelm you as you turn back to the headstone. You knew Wayne meant it, knew that you felt the safest when you were there. Not that your house wasn’t safe, but when you graduated last year, your mother left the house to you when she retired and moved down to Florida. Completely paid off, but you hated being alone. You considered getting a cat, but you could barely take care of yourself let alone an animal. All you did was go to work at the record store, come home, make yourself dinner and go to sleep. Weekends was when you “decompressed” and that consisted of smoking an entire joint to your face while watching all the Star Wars on repeat. Eddie would always make you laugh by reenacting the final battle between Vader and Luke, doing the voices, using your broom as a lightsaber. It was moments like that that made you miss him the most, when he made you laugh until you couldn’t breathe, when he would just hold you on the couch, gently curling his fingers through your hair. His favorite thing to do was to play air guitar on your leg whenever his favorite song came on, and it drove you crazy because he would tickle you at the same time. 

You silently walk back to your car, and shiver as you turn the ignition on. It would take at least five minutes for your car to heat up, it was as old as dirt. You still felt eyes on you as the sun set overhead, you jump back, seeing a dark shadow skitter behind a tree. 

A dark human shadow.

No, it was just an animal. That’s all. 

Just an animal. 

The drive home was silent; you had kept the music low. You couldn’t stop thinking about your dream. You couldn’t stop thinking about him, and how he felt. He was so cold, but he caused a fire to erupt inside you. You pull in your driveway; the first thing you notice was the soft light coming from the living room. You don’t remember turning it on before you left; you don’t remember a lot of things as of lately. You step out of the car and walk up your steps to the front door. You push the door shut with your hip, locking the deadbolt and the chain. You hang up your coat and kick the snow off your boots, slipping them off. Quickly changing into black sweatpants and an oversized flannel, you take your weed stash out of your drawer and roll yourself a few joints. You kept your wool socks on and had ignited the fire in the fireplace. 

The couch you had was old, but it was comfortable. You also couldn’t afford to buy a new one, and as much as you hated the thing, it was sentimental to you. The music from A New Hope comes over the television speakers, you light up the joint, feeling the burn as you pull the smoke into your lungs. You lean back, pulling your hair into a messy braid, the joint dangling from your lips. The overhead light flickers violently, startling you; followed by the sound of footsteps coming from upstairs. 

Nope. 

You know how this goes; you’ve watched every slasher film since the early 80s, you learned a thing or two about going after an unexplained sound. 

You were just high; everything was fine. The house was old; it was bound to have weird electrical issues and settling foundation. Living alone sucked, every sound you heard made you feel like you were signing off on an unavoidable death. Your leg bobs and you groan, pushing yourself off the couch, and going to the front door to make sure everything is locked. 

Double checking the windows, the doors, the basement door, you realized you were just psyching yourself out. You needed to lay off the weed for awhile, or actually get a cat. As you walk back to the couch, the lights flicker again and then they burn out.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You mutter, trying to blindly move your way back to the kitchen to grab a flashlight. You grip the handle of the drawer, but you pause. The hair on the back of your neck rises; a cold breeze blows through your hair, and you shudder. Physically, you couldn’t move, but your brain was telling you, you needed to run. Something wasn’t right, something was in the kitchen with you. 

It was so cold. 

“Mmm…you smell so sweet.” 

You scream, loud, and you let go of the drawer. You’re running. Something cold breezes by you and suddenly you’re lifted in the air, being forcefully slammed against the wall of your living room. Cold hands were on your throat, but it wasn’t tight, just a strong hold…

You were terrified, you start punching at whatever has a hold of you, and then you hear a low rumbling growl as your pushed harder into the wall. You go still, your eyes are still squeezed shut, your heart was racing. 

“I can hear your heart beating.” 

You gasp, and you open your eyes.

That voice. From your dream.

You could only see darkness in front of you, but whoever had a hold on you, the moonlight hit his face just right. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t peel your eyes away, you couldn’t believe what you were seeing…except…

His eyes.

Wide, hints of that chocolate brown, with a weird color…almost blue, but not…like a tiger’s eyes. His hair…curly, matted, beautiful. His eyes scared you, terrified you. It looked like he was wearing eyeliner, but as you look closely, it’s just very dark circles; the corners of his eyes crinkled, he was grinning at you through the darkness. 

“Eddie?” You finally find your voice.

Another low growl: you gasp, feeling as his hand curls around your throat, moving up your chin, and curls his hands painfully in your hair. You could feel his breath on your neck as he pushes himself against you. He was freezing, his hands were even colder. What was happening? Were you dreaming again? No, you’re awake.

You’re awake!

“Eddie.” You say again, louder this time. His hand goes to your mouth hard, pushing your head against the wall, you groan out in pain against his hand. He was so strong. You see his full face now, he was still grinning, it was so sinister and tears spring to your eyes. Whoever this was, it wasn’t your Eddie. 

But it was.

His face, his eyes, his hair.

He puts his pale finger to his lips.

“Shhhhh…” He giggles, deep, guttural. His other hand moves down your arms, towards your waist, he tightens his hand there, moving it slowly towards your breasts. Your nipples peak at the coldness of his hand, and a soft grunt escapes you. He lifts his eyes to you, gently pulling his hand away from your mouth. Your breathing picks up as you stare at him, his hand moving closer and closer to your nipple. “Mmm. You’re so beautiful covered in darkness.” His breath hits your lips, and you shudder when he licks you from the base of your throat, all the way up to your lips. He’s kissing you, his tongue dancing with yours, you go to touch his face, but he pins both arms above your head, and you moan, a pleasant tingle settles in your gut. His fingers pinch your nipple now, and you moan against his mouth. He lets out a low growl, licking and sucking his way to where your neck meets your shoulder. Your eyes flutter closed, feeling his teeth graze the sensitive spot on your skin. 

You need to see his face again. 

You needed to be sure. 

“Eddie look at me.” You say breathlessly.  

He bites you; you swore he drew blood, and he kept going, his mouth now causing you pain as he bit into your flesh. “Eddie, Eddie! Stop! Stop! You’re hurting me! Stop!” You yell at him, breaking out of his grasp with all your strength and you instinctually push him away.

You see his discolored eyes widen for a split second in the darkness, like he realized he had forgotten something and just remembered that he did. And in that exact moment, the lights turn back on. 

He was gone. 

Where the fuck did he go?

No, this really happened, he was here. He was standing right here.

Your hand goes to your throat, you feel warmth, a stickiness, a smell. Your heart pounds in your chest when you pull your hand away and see blood. You rush to the bathroom, the light too bright. You squint at yourself in the mirror, your eyes widening as you see a smear of blood right where he had bit you, and his teeth marks. You grab a washcloth, placing it to your throat and wincing. You felt violated, but you also felt…somewhat whole again. 

You also felt crazy.

After cleaning yourself up, you spent a half an hour walking through every inch of your house, trying to find some sort of proof that he was there. The doors and windows were still locked, nothing looked amiss. There was no way you imagined it; you could feel him, see him, you had the fucking bite mark to prove it. Why did he bite you? Why did he seem to enjoy hurting you? 

Maybe you were imagining things. 

Because Eddie wouldn’t be that sinister. 

No, the Eddie you knew wouldn’t do that. 

He just wouldn’t. 

“You look like hell.” 

You meet Dustin’s eyes from across the table of the diner, you were pushing your pancakes around your plate with your fork. 

You smirk, “Nice to see you too, Dusty.” 

He wasn’t wrong; you had barely slept. It had been over a week since the encounter in your living room. The morning after, when you had taken off the bandage from your throat, you almost threw up when you see there was no healing wound, no sign of the blood that was there, no bite mark. That moment of just staring at yourself in the mirror gave you validation that maybe you were a little bit crazy. You haven’t had any dreams that you remember, and everything felt normal at your house. 

He gives you a sweet smile. “I’m sorry. I know it’s been a rough year. I hope you’re taking care of yourself.” 

“Are you?” 

He blinks, something flashes over his gaze, a memory, and his face pales for a moment before he’s smiling at you again. “Why yes, I am. Me and the guys started a new campaign with Erica Sinclair. We left off where…we didn’t finish it…we thought we shouldn’t.” 

You nod, feeling your lips tug it onto a frown. He was with Eddie when he died, but he never told you the full story. Part of you wanted to know, the other part didn’t. He spent months trying to convince everyone in Hawkins that Eddie was innocent, even going as far as telling parts of his story how Eddie died protecting a town that hated him. A lot of the townspeople believed him, but the others were too stubborn to believe it. 

“Are you okay?” He asks you gently. 

You give him a smile, shrugging. “No, but I’ll be fine.” 

He stares at you, biting his lip, he looked like he was trying to tell you something, but he doesn’t. Instead, he says, “Nightmares again?” 

You stare at him. Not really sure if you want to tell him what you’ve been dreaming about; how part of you is still convinced that he’s alive. You nod anyway. “Not nightmares, just…he’s in them more. And they feel real, like I can feel him touching me, and I can see him. Before it was just…darkness. Sounds crazy but, I feel like he’s alive when I have them.” You shake your head. “I know it’s crazy but, it’s comforting I guess.” 

Dustin nods, staring down at his plate of food. “Doesn’t sound crazy. I’ve seen him a few times too…in my dreams. Except he’s…he’s different.”

“What do you mean?” 

“I don’t know, he’s just…” he stops and awkwardly laughs. “It’s just dreams, our brains like to play tricks on us.” 

He doesn’t say anything more, and you don’t ask him any further. You change the subject, and the two of you chatted about the future, where you wanted to go if the opportunity arose. You weren’t sure if he noticed, but you couldn’t shake the feeling again that someone was watching you, you felt blood as you dug your nails into your palm. 

It had started to snow later that night, you sat at your bay window, watching as the snow made everything quiet. You pull gently on the end of the joint, inhaling deeply, letting the smoke billow from your nostrils. 

A brush of cold air tickles your skin and you shudder, quickly closing the window. 

“Mommy finally left you the house?” A deep chuckle from a familiar voice. 

You gasp, a scream stuck in your throat as you stumble to the floor. You gaze into the kitchen, and your heart falls to your stomach. 

No. It couldn’t be. 

He stood there leaning against the doorframe, smiling at you, his arms crossed over his chest. His jeans had holes at the knees; you notice his hellfire shirt…torn at the sides, dried blood everywhere, healed teeth marks on his pale flesh. His army green jacket was covered in dark spots, and his boots, they were surprisingly clean. His hair was still beautiful, but again…

His eyes. 

You couldn’t move from where you sat, your eyes were wide as you fixed on his gaze. He moves closer to you, and you whimper. “What happened to you?” You whisper, your voice shaking. 

“Oh, you know, this and that. It was pretty fucking gnarly.” He grins at you. He lifts up his shirt and you flinch; all around his stomach and sides were healed scars. You close your eyes and shake your head. 

“No, I need to wake up now, I need to wake up.” You say to yourself and feel tears burn your eyes. You feel a rush of a cold breeze and your eyes snap open. He’s so close to your face. 

“No. No. No. No. It’s okay, it’s me.” He grins at you, his cold finger gently caressing your cheek as you turn your face away from him. “You don’t need to be scared. I’m not gonna hurt you…I just want to taste you a little bit.” 

You shake your head, meeting his gaze. “You’re not Eddie.” 

He laughs, a mocking laugh, his head titling to the side. “I’m not? Your body is telling you differently.” 

He wasn’t wrong: there was so much excitement coursing through your veins, you felt the familiar love you felt for him as you stared at him. You missed him so much. The man kneeling in front of you has the face of Eddie but not his mind. Something was wrong. Something was definitely wrong with him. “Please…”

“Please what? You can get up and move anytime you want to, sweetheart. Just don’t run, it gets me all…” he shudders and rolls his shoulders, grinning again. “It gets me all riled up inside.” 

What? Like he’s a fucking predator? 

“Eddie…” You whisper and his eyes dart to yours. “How are you alive?” 

He sits back on his heels, studying your face. His grin touches his eyes, and it scares you. “Who says I’m alive?” He giggles at your widening eyes; you almost flinch away from him when he grabs your face. Holding your cheeks, his thumb gently moves over your lips. A growl rumbles in his chest. “So beautiful…your lips. I missed you.” 

Tears well in your eyes, and you squeeze them shut. “I missed you too…”

You hear what sounds like him crying, and then you realize he’s laughing. High pitched, cackle and you look at him, your heart shattering. “My boyfriend died and left me. My heart is in a million pieces, I can’t get up at night because I miss the love of my life, I wish he was here, I know he’s alive, waaaaah, waaaah. Seriously, sweetheart, you sound so pathetic.” 

“Fuck you!” You yell at him, or whatever the fuck he was. He laughs even harder and stands up and moves away from you. 

“Well, baby, you got your wish.” He extends his arms out to his sides and does a spin. “Here I am, and I’m better than ever.” 

You scramble to your feet towards the front door, you hear him groan in annoyance as he jumps in front of you, using his body to block your way to the door and he pulls you towards him by your hair. He pulls your back to his chest, his nose buried in your hair as his arm drapes over your shoulder and chest. “What did I say about running? Now you got me feeling things.” His voice is deep, guttural, menacing. 

You close your eyes, feeling the coldness from his lips as they touch your throat. “Did you think of me when you touched yourself? Did you scream my name?” 

You tremble, but a smirk toys at your lips and you feel a pleasant ache between your legs as he tightens his hold. That wasn’t a dream, she realizes. That was real. He was real. 

“Eddie…” You whimper, your fingers digging into his jacket, you try to turn your face to his mouth, but he moves his face away.

“Mmmm…I love when you say my name. Say it again.” His hand travels down your tummy, swims over your navel, teasing the snap of your jeans. 

Your eyes flutter closed. “Eddie.” 

His growl vibrates in his chest, his cold hands go into your underwear, and you arch your back against him as he palms your clit. “Again.” His lips kiss your throat gently.

“Eddie…” You moan, your breath coming out in short gasps as you feel his cold fingers slip inside you. 

“Again…” He bites your throat, but it didn’t hurt you, instead, it lit something up inside of you, something that had been building and building. 

And boy, did it feel fucking good.