#i can live without a boy/girlfriend but christ

[ysrjune]

BROTHERS!STEPHEN, SAM & SCOTT 𖹭.ᐟ

dedicated to ; @alexlovesysrjune & @dollfilmz ‹𝟹

SMUT 💔💔💔 YOU LITTE SKANKS

"IIIII DONTTT CAREEE," Steve sort of yells over his brothers. "I don't wanna be hearing you guys going at it with your girlfriends at TWO in the MORNING." Stephen points his finger at the twins.

For a week straight, Sam and Scott had been 'sneaking' their girlfriends over at night since their parents were on an anniversary vacation in another state. Steve thought it was so stupid that the boys thought they had to sneak those girls in. He liked them and he trusted them. Did he know that they'd probably end up having sex with his brothers when they thought Steve wasn't paying attention?.. is grass green?

The whole point was that he didn't care what the boys did with their girlfriends. But they could at least check if it was cool to bring the girls over instead of assuming their big brother would get mad and say no. Those boys were old enough to make their own decisions. Did Steve care if they were safe and making smart choices? Yes, definitely, but it wasn't his biggest concern. If the boys ended up doing something stupid, that was their fault and not his.

"We don't go AT it, dude. You're just a light sleeper, is all." Sam rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. "Oh, trust me, Sammy. I am not a light sleeper. And you know what that means? If I can hear your damn headboard knocking against my wall while you're getting your silly stick played with, ITS BECAUSE YOU'RE BEING LOUD!" Steve was crashing out. He was so SO mad.

Scott cracked a smile, trying to hold in a laugh. "AND YOU.." Steve gives his gaze to the other blonde. "Oh-" Scott replied instantly. "Know how YOUR headboard is on the wall where my shelfs are on my side of the wall? MY PICTURE FRAME BROKE THE OTHER DAY YOU LITTLE—" Steve was gonna choke out his brother like Homer Simpson does to Bart.. but he knew better. "Jesus Christ, the both of you." He groans and then sighs to calm down.

"Look. You don't have to sneak them in. You don't have to ask me for permission to bring them. I don't care if you're getting.. sexual," He cringes at himself, but he wanted to sound serious. "Just.. for the love and respect you have for me, DONT do it at two in the morning. Especially not like jack rabbits. So help me God, If another picture frame breaks or I'm awaken from my sleep, I'm going to go into your rooms and smack the hell out of you right in the moment." Steve crosses his arms.

"I can't EVER get some shut eye around here." That makes the twinsies laugh little bit. He's so white. "Put a pillow behind the headboard, YOU MONKEYS. God damn." Steve fake cried and then walked out of the living room. When he was gone, the twins looked at each other and lost it. "I CANT GET SHUT EYE??" Scott screams as he laughs and hits Sam's shoulder. "YOU MONKEYS." Sam screams back and laughs with his brother.

"Oh my God," Sam whimpers from behind his girlfriend. "keep doin' it like that for me.. ahh—" his hand rests on her hip as she fucks herself back on his throbbing cock. "yea, baby. keep asking for more." she pants. "keep acting like a little whore for me? maybe then I'll let you cum inside."

Fuck. Sam loves when she talks him through it. He loves being her little whore. It's always so embarrassing when he talks to his friends about fucking their girlfriends because they always think that Sam is the one in control. He's tough, has an attitude, and likes to boss people around sometimes.. so why wouldn't he be the one pounding into his girl while she cries for more? Well, because he loves being taken care of.

"mommy, please.. pleaseplease lemme cum n'side.. been so good for you." Sam whimpers out, now slowly rolling his hips against hers. "Miss you so damn much." This was the first time in two days he had fucked. Sam is always so needy and horny. Two days without having sex is like two years. "You're a little bitch." She tsks. "Come over here, let me see that pretty face."

The position has switched. She's on top of him, holding onto the headboard. His head is deep in his pillows, staring up at his perfect girlfriend. "Here, hand here.." Sam leads one of her hands to his neck. Obliging to his small request, she then starts rolling her hips, occasionally bouncing on his needy dick. "uhh—yeayeaye–mpph!" Sam whines at the feeling and lewd sounds of her wet pussy.

Just with a few more strokes, Sam came inside her, falling in and out of consciousness because he could hardly breathe. But it's not like he didn't like it. Before he knew it, she was sitting on his face. His pierced tongue felt so good inside her. Licking and sucking—goodness. it was heaven. Felt so good, she was rocking her hips again, bumping her clit to his perfect button nose. It was all too good that her hands instinctively pushed the headboard against the wall repeatedly.

Sam was concerned for a second, remembering what Stephen had said.. but also.. it wasn't two in the morning.. it was only around 9:40ish, so there was no way he'd get mad.. and with that, Sam continued to eat her out.

The next day, Did Scott follow his brothers ask? H-H-HELLL NAW 🗣 he was so pissed today. Coach made him run 3 miles without water because he cussed out one of his team mates for messing up a play on purpose because the guy thought it would be funny, he failed a history test, and there was nothing to eat when he got home.

"You little bitch, stop fucking moving. I'm not taking time out of my miserable fucking day to make you cum." He fucks her on his bed, with the headboard knocking against the wall and his bed creaking insanely loud. "scotty!" she whines. "baby, it hurts!"

"Oh my fucking God, shut up. You're the one who suggested it. Take it like a big girl." He smacks her cheek and smirks at how it reddens. Noticing tears swelling in her eyes, Scott begins to feel bad. "Aw, angel." He softens his voice. "M so sorry doll. Just take it, yeah? Let.." His strokes become sloppy and uncoordinated. "Let me do this." His voice goes into a higher pitch as he moans her name over and over like a prayer.

"I love this pussy so much. Gonna make her miss me while I'm away for the whole week." He was going on a week field trip against the state to visit a football stadium and go to practice with the team that the stadium belongs to. "gonna miss you, scotty.." she bites her lip, feeling how Scott now decides to be nice and actually make her feel good.

"Yeah you are." He leans down, kissing her." biting her bottom lip and making the sexiest noises against it, he feels her cum around him. "mhm, cream that dick, pretty girl. lemme feel y—mm..fuck.. ye—uhh!" He pulls out right in time as he finishes. "You're so good to me.." He kisses her again. sweetly this time.

The next morning, the boys got choked out Bart Simpson style. not really. But Steve pulled their hair and literally swung at them. Not close enough to actually hit him, but he was going crazy.

"I ASK YOU TO NOT DO ONE FUCKING THING AND YOU??? OHHHMYGODDDDD!!!" He chucks pillows at the boys while they're laughing. "IM GONNA KILL YOU BOTH!" He even hit the:

Both younger boys have videos and photos of this crashout. Its hilarious.

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[horsedylan]

Re: Who Came up With NBK

One of my mutuals reblogged and pointed out a common problem with those defences of Eric posts, and mentioned that they often demonize and then completely throw Dylan under the bus in the same way Cullen did to Eric “eric not to blame, both boys were responsible…but heres all the dumb ways im gonna demonize dylan and blame him for everything” type of shit. (I lowkey see more people doing this than people demonizing Eric these days, despite the fact that you have someone in your ear every 5 minutes reminding you of how bullshit Cullen’s theory is)

And honestly? Yeah. I’m lowkey fucking sick of seeing that shit and i’ve had this sitting in my drafts for awhile so;

First off. And short and sweet. It doesn’t matter who came up with it. It only matters if you point the finger and place blame on one boys shoulders, and suggest that there is something indicative in that. You can absolve Eric of leadership and coming up with the damn thing without demonizing Dylan for christ sake.

Long winded:

I do think people inadvertently place blame and subsequent resentment onto Dylan’s shoulders for Cullen’s mischaracterization of Eric, causing them to demonize Dylan in the same ways as a punishment. Intentional or no.

Its not Dylan’s fault. Its Cullens, but its also Eric’s. He wanted to be seen in this stupid way and he succeeded. Dylan wanted to be seen this way too but didn’t seem to realize people would see his “journal” (and had the benefit of living in one community the entire time so more people saw the real him, not what he became in his anguish)

And also Harrises parents for not coming forward about him to humanize him (even though you brain dead dorks whine about that while simultaneously whining about how Sue she should’ve shut the fuck up lol. Talk about retarded. Make up your fucking mind)

Thats not to say I think they’re evil mind you. In fact I think they get too much shit in this community. Its funny to joke but I couldn’t imagine doing that myself in their predicament. They were heartbroken and traumatized. Anyway…

You need not sling the whole responsibility onto Dylan to emphasize Eric’s humanity.

It is highly probable after the van arrest and after the tampon incident (which indeed was in January of 1998), they were commiserating in rage, and they came up with it at the same time. Neither boy was seriously plotting a massacre by themselves.(as a fantasy? Sure but seriously nah)

All those meetings they carpooled too? What do you think they talked about.

We don’t know who brought it up first. Many will say “oh dylan mentioned it first in his journal therefore HES THE EVIL MASTERMIND) but that means absolutely nothing.

Dylan just so happened to start his journal wayyyy before Harris. Eric only starts writing after they started planning. This does not mean Dylan came up with it, or was the leader.

I think you’d have to be pretty naive to believe eric (who had a very long standing anger problem) didn’t entertain the idea in private before. He was getting picked on way before 1997-98. Again. He had anger issues. If he wrote a journal back then I guarantee he would have wrote extensively about how he wanted to hurt the people that hurt him.

Not to mention the shit he mentioned to Sasha Jacobs about setting a bridge on fire in Plattsburg (?) or if we believe ex girlfriend Valerie Lage’s accounts..yeesh.

Again. Ultimately it doesn’t matter. It only matters when people try to point the finger and use it as a way to demonize. Which is why I’m responding to it. Otherwise again, i wouldn’t even be bringing it up. it wouldn’t matter.

Both boys at the end of the day agreed to shoot the place up.

And as far as the whole claim dylan was the leader..reallyyy? Disorganized apathetic dylan? That makes more sense to you? More than a collaborative project? Sure. Both boys wanted to impress each other. Both boys wanted to punish a world they felt rejected them.

I could just as easily be nitpicky and point the finger at Harris for a variety of things that would push blame on to him and suggest he wanted it more.

For supplying 70% or more of the funds for NBK (Dylan wasn’t working for a good while until December of 1998 when he got rehired at blackjacks, and had to pay car insurance/gas with the little he had, he was also paid less.)

and the place to build the bombs as it seems they were over at his place 90% of the time.

Or, and someone pointed this out to me today, the fact that Dylan if you look through their journals, he was still looking for a reason to stay up until January of 1999. (You could make the claim that he wanted to find a girl to do it with but i doubt he’d ever bring it up if he got a girlfriend unless she too had open anger issues and was toxic. Noo. Far too risky. What if she tells mom holy shit!)

Or that we have statements from the people who knew them that said Eric would yell at Dylan and Dylan would just take it and listen, etc.

Or this indicating hesitant resentment towards the idea of accepting that yes, this is how it has to be (yes im aware people interpret it differently) interesting how they always cut off that bottom part huh.

Or this possibly indicating dylan planned to off himself way before nbk could happen

But i’m not going to. Don’t take this as an actual serious argument for why Eric was to blame because he wasn’t and it means nothing. It serves no other purpose other than to cement my point, because again it’d be fucking stupid and nitpicky.

Both boys were perfectly capable of making decisions on their own.

I know we joke about Eric being retarded but he wasn’t he was very smart. I think had he gotten the opportunity to stay in one location to grow up he would have been designated as gifted too (maybe.)

—-Even in the basement tapes, Eric says this regarding the shootings:

“Do not think we’re trying to copy anyone. We had the idea before the first one ever happened. Our plan is better, not like those fucks in Kentucky with camouflage and .22s. Those kids were only trying to be accepted by others.”

We have far more reason to believe they were airing their frustrations and venting their rage regarding their arrest and realized they had a homicidal tendency in common with one another.

As for dylan hooting and hollaring more then eric..does it fucking matter again? Harris also taunted people. They both killed.

I think both boys respected two different forms of violence to some extent. Eric with the cold calculated professionalism of a solider, Dylan some confident crazy loud and in charge asshole. A complete opposite of who he had been his entire life.

Idk. We are so permissive of Eric’s little rape fantasies but not Dylan’s romanticism clearly inspired by NBK (the movie). Yes one actually happened but I don’t think it matters. To me even actual NBK was a fantasy for both until it happened. And often times the line between fantasy and reality is very..very thin imo.

Eric was not some angel. neither was Dylan. Ppft far from it. Big shocker I know. Both wanted to hurt people that day. Both killed people. Both wanted to blow up that fucking school and were okay with their friends dying in the process.

Well..maybe not okay but they didn’t want to dwell on it. (I dont think they actively spent too much time thinking about that part)

You think we’d know better than to demonize one boy over the other by now but no apparently not.

Even if Dylan came up with it it wouldn’t change anything or make them less equal in responsibility or cruelty. They both had to PLAN for it after the initial “hey lets do this”

The same goes for Eric.

Is it strange to think that the line between complete normalcy and what they did is also thin? Most boys i’ve befriended have admitted to fantasizing about murder in some capacity, either in a heroic way, a suicidal way, or in a villainous way. The only difference is that they don’t have the means or boldness to actually act on it.

Eric and Dylan found each other and that made them obtain both of those two things that tipped the scale.

I understand the goal is to recognize that Dylan had homicidal tendencies alongside Eric, but we’ve gone past that and completely turned Dylan into the evil mastermind behind everything.

We can like.. examine each boy compassionately instead of being brain dead and subverting an incorrect narrative. It doesn’t automatically correct itself just because you pulled the whole uno reverse thing.

C’monnnnnnuh.

Thank you for coming to my horse Ted Talk. No i will not be taking questions, argue amongst yourselves I just wanted this out there blahhh.

[sworeidnevercompromise]

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[noitsbecky127]

rebecca watches ds9: life support

the thumbnail has some absolutely ATROCIOUS outfits

oh who’s this? new girlfriend for jake?

ok yeah she’s newly single

“maybe we could do an activity together” energy

she’s very pretty!

oh christ what is it now

hello winn

oh shit bareil

“why would you suspect sabotage” to be fair, she’s the space pope. plenty of people would have reason to want her dead even if she didn’t suck

ok here’s the atrocious red outfits. why though

are those 24th-century scrubs or what

gotta love medical drama trek

peace with cardassia. probably a good idea in the long-term yeah

ok so it’s crucial that he lives

and he’s dead. alright we’re cooked

i didn’t really care about him but i do care about bajoran/cardassian peace so this is very not good

oh maybe he’s not quite dead?

hooray for space medical drama!

it would be easier to take this scene seriously if they weren’t dressed Like That

ah yes, medical technobabble

well i’ll be damned, bareil lives!!!

julian’s just built different

perhaps there is hope for peace yet

hi nog!

i love how he’s bewildered at the idea of smth more important than their game until he finds out it’s a date. teenage boys are the same everywhere and everywhen

oh god he wants a double date

this is going to be a disaster somehow isn’t it

oh shit bareil’s not out of the woods yet

alright! gonna sacrifice his life for his people! ykw i can respect that

kira’s gonna be devastated. hopefully she won’t hold this against julian

“there are no bajoran prisoners left in cardassian hands” press x to doubt

ok yeah these talks NEED bareil. winn’s not cut out for this

“he’s up to something” he’s a cardassian, isn’t that self-evident?

maybe the space pope shouldn’t also be the planet-wide president? just an idea

double-date time!!!

leanne how did you not know about vulcans

oh god nog hasn’t been drinking his respect women juice

stop saying females

good for these two! one date starts being misogynistic and the other doesn’t push back on it, so they leave! love that self-respect

bareil doesn’t seem to be in any condition to negotiate

get her ass julian

i think the prophets might forsake him

yeah he’s not surviving this episode. hopefully he at least lasts long enough to do the negotiations

this scene with julian and winn is fantastic

a lot of trek’s best scenes are just conversations

i know winn remains relevant throughout the show so i wonder if this exchange will be brought up again

oh lord what is jake gonna do to get nog’s attention

oh jesus christ bareil

oh bajor is COOKED cooked isn’t it

medical ethics sure are tricky

has jake always been as tall as odo? I feel like he used to be shorter than that. Guess that’s what happens with teen actors lmao

getting arrested to get your friend to talk to you is absolutely unhinged. classic 16-year-old behavior

odo is so insane i love him

everyone on this show is insane actually. comes with the territory i guess

return of the weird red scrubs!

oh god bareil’s like a robot now

what is jake’s brilliant plan here anyway

it’s just a conversation. i really think you could’ve done that without the prison cell

why the fuck is JAKE sorry. what does he have to apologize for. nog was the one being misogynistic

so is nog ever gonna start respecting women or

maybe that’ll happen offscreen while they wait for odo’s return

oh thank fuck, the treaty’s been signed

but at what cost

hi jadzia!

i love her and julian’s friendship

oh god what’s quark up to

ok, just a dessert name. that could have gone much worse

yep this is it for bareil

“last shred of humanity” that’s probably the wrong word to use. guess the universal translator prolly adjusts it to a corresponding bajoran word. bajoranity or whatever.

letting him die with dignity i guess

:(

i didn’t care much about bareil but this is still heartbreaking

well. on the bright side. at least kira’s free of comphet for now

[banishedchildofeve]

Christ died on the cross for you. For you. He did not die without fear, as the agony in the garden teaches us that Jesus’s human side came out so strong as he prayed to God, (Matthew 26:36-46).

He was scared, He was betrayed, He was suffering, and He did it for us. For you and for me.

It is easy to forget that Jesus was both fully human and both fully Divine, and to see him only as the Lord and Saviour, not as a man afraid of death.

We must remember that Jesus bled. He bled red blood like you and I do when we scrape our knee or rip the skin off from around our fingernails.

This month we do not wave crazy flags and dance almost naked on the streets of the cities in which we live, but we sit with The Word and we sit with Him and we pray.

To love all of His creation is to understand the falls and sins and mistakes we all make. Do not spread hate this month, or ever, yet teach about love. And what is love? God. (1 John 4:16).

Don’t waste energy by insulting people, as we were all created in His imagine and for us He died. He did not die so we would hate and judge, as only God can judge, (James 4:12).

Save people from sin by teaching them, treat them as your equal as you are not without your own burdens and your own sins.

Jesus wants to know us all. (Luke 15:4-7). He leaves the 99 for the 1, and what makes you think you are the only 1? No. The addict on the corner sitting beside his only possessions stuffed into a shopping trolley is the 1 lost sheep. The young girl wondering if maybe she’s a boy because she likes the colour blue and playing football is the 1 lost sheep. The man who cheated on his girlfriend and aches to undo the wrong of his decision and turn back time is the 1 lost sheep. The devoted attendee of Mass three times a week who spends up to an hour in prayer everyday is also still that 1 lost sheep, even if she knows God so well, for we all walk away sometimes, and we all doubt sometimes.

You are the 1 lost sheep. I am the 1 lost sheep. And in Christ we can be remade. Christ changes us. He moves us away from temptation, from adultery, from pride, from ignorance, from hate and from all the new ideals we are being force-fed by the media and those ‘in power.’

Do not be fooled. Christ is our power, and our provider. And to Him we owe everything.

Remember you and I are simply human, who make so many mistakes we cannot name even just those we have made solely this week.

Jesus has the power to make us all better, regardless of where we are now, who we are now or what we say we are now.

God bless you.

[atmilliways]

Wrong On The Money (6-8)

parts 6, 7, & 8 of ?? | 908 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

Steve almost wants to laugh, wants to correct Eddie, except he’s standing outside of a gay club at one in the morning. . . . Robin wouldn’t care. Other people would, but if Eddie is trying to mess with him then he’s picked the wrong forward to cover, and Steve is tired.

6.

Steve almost wants to laugh, wants to correct Eddie, except he’s standing outside of a gay club at one in the morning. Robin wouldn’t care that he’s here, beyond being a little jealous—they’ve been talking a lot lately as Steve slowly turns his own sexuality this way and that in his head, considering. (So far, he’s decided that attention from other guys doesn’t bother him. The rest is still TBD.)

Robin wouldn’t care. Other people would, but if Eddie is trying to mess with him then he’s picked the wrong forward to cover, and Steve is tired.

So he lets Eddie set a time and place to meet and . . . talk about the blackmail in detail, or whatever. Given what Steve knows, it’ll probably be for money. Which.

Well. This can help, right? He does want to help, if only for Dustin’s sake, and Eddie doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who would feel comfortable taking charity. And yeah, Steve hasn’t ever met his uncle, but it’s still saving a life.

Most of his Family Video paycheck goes towards food, car, and hair care products, but he has some savings. He can figure it out, make it work with careful budgeting and a bit more of telling the kids no.

The encounter is over. Steve gets into the car and turns the engine on to warm up with the words pretty boy ringing in his ears. He grabs his gym bag out of the back seat, digging out the sweater he knew he’d want but didn’t want to risk taking off and losing in the warmth of the club. And somehow all he can think about is Eddie dressed up for a night out of his own. Tighter jeans with more rips, and chains than usual, a virtually shredded t-shirt over mesh beneath his ever-present leather and denim vest combo, the wild curly hair, the eyeliner. It had all been a little distracting in the moment, which leaves Steve thinking hard about his whole TBD thing.

Kinda weird to think the guy blackmailing you is hot, but he’s lived through stranger things than this.

7.

When they meet the next day, Eddie does ask for money. Kind of a lot. But Steve had made sure to bring cash, just in case, and presses a wad of bills into Eddie’s hand without qualm or hesitation. “How’s that for now, Munson? I can get more to you in a few days.”

“Pleasure doing business with you, Harrington,” Eddie replies with a tight smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

Maybe he’s conflicted about doing this? Steve doesn’t know what being backed into this kind of a corner might feel like, but he has some imagination. Despite what his English teachers always claimed. And he was an asshole in high school, so this is like. Penance, or whatever. He doesn’t hold it against the guy, not really.

“Uh, yeah.” Steve scratches the back of his neck, in no particular hurry to walk away. He called out of work, so he has nothing to do for the rest of the day. This whole meeting had gone quicker than he’d expected, with a straightforward total given for the price of not outing him to his ‘girlfriend’ and minimal haggling over a plan to pay in installments. “Hey. . . . Any chance I could get some grass, too?”

It’ll stretch his budget more than is probably smart. Sometimes he needs it, though, on the nights when he wakes up sweating, the words ‘I work for Scoops Ahoy’ cooling on his lips.

Eddie eyes him up and down, indifferent. (He looks good like this too, Steve realizes, without the eyeliner and shit. Christ.) “It’ll come out of what you just paid me, but sure.”

Steve is pretty sure there's a steep markup. He gets a baggie and forty bucks knocked off his payment, but hey, that’s penance for you.

8.

It’s hard not to feel like a piece of shit when hypocritically blackmailing a hypocrite, but it’s working. Now that Eddie can afford the medication, his uncle is looking better by the day and the doctors are starting to sound optimistic.

Wayne feels better too, Eddie can tell. Not enough to go back to work—though at some point he might have to come up with a plan for tying the old man down to keep him from doing just that, the stubborn old codger. But enough to ask where the money is coming from.

“Don’t worry about it,” Eddie says for the hundredth time. “Bottom line is, I’ve got this.”

Wayne’s eyes narrow, sharp as ever. Sharper, even, with how gaunt he looks these days. “Seriously, Ed, what'd you sell for this kinda cash? Not yourself I hope.”

“What? No,” Eddie yelps, hopping back with a little exaggerated pearl-clutching motion. “Jesus, Wayne, I’m not that kind of boy!”

His flailing antics get a laugh out of the man, followed by only a short stretch of hacking cough. (It’s getting better, it’s getting better, it’s getting better—that’s Eddie’s mantra these days.) 

Eddie is just glad he believes him on that. Hooking would be stupid, even stupider with the current political climate and disease going around, but he’s pretty sure Wayne would lose his shit if he knew what’s actually going on. They’ve had too many talks about standing up to bullies without becoming one over the years for Eddie to bullshit himself about that.

The important thing is, Wayne’s getting better.

[yhwhrulz]

Today's Daily Encounter Thursday, January 30, 2025

Simple Acts of Kindness

Anyone who withholds kindness from a friend forsakes the fear of the Almighty.1

While walking home from school, Mark noticed the boy ahead of him had stumbled to the ground and dropped everything he was carrying. Mark hurried to the boy’s side and helped him collect his belongings. Surprisingly, the boy was carrying an especially hefty load. There was a baseball glove and bat, a couple of sweaters, a small tape recorder, and an armful of books. Mark helped him carry the things home and his new friend, Bill, was most appreciative of his compassion. During the walk home, Mark discovered Bill was struggling in school and had just broken up with his girlfriend. When they arrived at Bill’s house, he invited Mark in for a Coke and they spent the rest of the afternoon talking, laughing, and watching TV. Although the two boys never became real close friends, they kept up with each other throughout the rest of junior high and high school. Several weeks before graduation, Bill approached Mark and asked him if he remembered that day they met when Mark helped him with all of his stuff. Mark nodded as he remembered. Bill then asked, “Did you ever wonder why I was carrying so many things that day?” Without pausing for an answer, Bill explained he had cleaned out his locker and was going home to take his life. He had been storing away sleeping pills and was headed home to end it all when Mark happened along to help him out. Bill told Mark how that simple act of compassion inspired him to go on living. He said, “Mark, when you picked up my books that day, you saved my life!”

Imagine how many times our small, seemingly insignificant acts of kindness or concern for others may be just the thing that person needs to continue on. The burdens of life can sometimes be too much to carry alone, but with the love and kindness of one friend, it can make that load so much lighter. Be alert to those around you and ask God to help you be as Jesus to them.

Suggested prayer: Dear God, each day I see dozens of people and have no way of knowing the struggles they may be carrying. I ask that you fill me with compassion and that the simplest acts of kindness would be used by you to give someone hope. Thank you for hearing and answering my prayer. In Jesus’ name, amen.Job 6:14 (NIV). Chicken Soup for the Soul, Jack Canfield and Mark Hansen, 1993, p. 35

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[bread-gobgob]

god im gonna regret this in the morning.

i made this playlist the week leading up to your birthday. i'm going to make another one this year. here is how my night is going.

my best friend who i usually call when i'm this upset is out on the town having fun. he always calls me when he's down. he calls me to tell me about batman and jesus christ superstar and lord of the rings. he was going to bring me along to the fun as a plus one, but i'm not eighteen so i can't go clubbing. i'm still just seventeen. I'm the same age you were when we met, Eni.

I'm seventeen and I'm gonna be eighteen soon. Are you proud of me?

I have a million emotional triggers. Some are much more severe than others. tonight, i can't place what exactly has set me off. maybe it's that once again i'm too young for something. maybe its the fact i've been locked up in this god-forsaken room all day. maybe its the fact that i left my phone in my boss' car and haven't had it all day and won't have it again until monday.

do you miss me? i miss you. i miss having something constant in my life. there is venom behind my feelings for you, but there is also so much hurt. i think the only real reason i'm mad is because you left me and didn't say a word. i had to get my girlfriend at the time to message you about it.

i miss you. i miss you and i am so vulnerable right now. it is late at night, my room is pitch black. i don't use discord the way i used to anymore. im not fifteen anymore. i'm not fifteen anymore, oblivion.

can you believe it? i'm not fifteen. i'm not fifteen! it's been so long since I was fifteen. oh god how wonderful it is to no longer be fifteen. oh god how horrible it is to still be seventeen.

i've been drinking a lot lately. i work a bar. i have adult friends. vodka is my best friend but i haven't had it in a while. i went to a party, and at it i drank something that tasted like mentholated spirits. i pulled all my friends aside and apologised for being so bitter. i told my best friend i loved him. i kissed a boy i know so many times he giggled and held me tight and god, i don't know who i am anymore, oblivion.

i try to throw myself into my writing - my most recent chapter is about Gadina, who's been repurposed, and who I was originally going to write as aromantic but there's this girl, Ivy, who she's the knight of and they're in love. They can't be in love because they're girls, but they also can't be in love because Gadina's brother was murdered and Gadina is seeking revenge on all who live in the castle.

I think maybe you would like it.

I try and throw myself into my friends - i talk to them about their interests and their past experiences, and i tell them i love them because I do, but I feel as though i'm not enough for them. i fear that one day they'll see me, this broken thing you couldn't love anymore, and they'll leave the same way you did. without a goodbye. begging me to let go.

i think maybe you would like them, too.

im trying to rediscover myself, oblivion. im trying to map out what exactly i am. my whole identity was you, and that's my fault. i was obsessed with you - you were older, wiser, had more experience than me. i thought you were so cool and I remember thinking, in the earliest days, that I wanted to be your friend so bad. Now you're not here, so I have to find another identity.

alcohol isn't an identity.

do you miss me too? sometimes i hear running out of roses or everything or stuff we did or hero, oh raven, my love is sick, forever drunk, all the songs on that playlist, really. and I think, this isn't possible. how do you recover from a bond so insanely important.

I hope you never see this message. Your Honey Bee.

[thcrealheroes]

OH, ANNIE KNEW WHO. SHE ABSOLUTELY KNEW WHO WITHOUT BUTCHER having to say his name. Homelander. America's greatest superhero is the Freddy Krueger of this world, the main character of everyone's nightmares, including hers. She couldn't imagine what that POOR BOY dreamt of when Homelander came to mind... but Annie knew he must be suffering. Her delicate features contorted into a grimace as she shook her head sympathetically. " ... Sorry to hear that... " In a moment of quiet reflection, the blonde supe tenderly wraps her arms around herself, as if seeking solace or comfort. " ... It's a good thing he has you... I know he-- " Misses his mom. Who could blame him ? Becca definitely earned Mother of the Year. She loved Ryan with all her heart. " -- Maybe once he gets the hang of his powers... it'll get easier for him, I'm hoping. " Annie offers a reassuring smile to Butcher, conveying a sense of COMFORT AND HOPE, even in the face of seemingly insurmountable challenges. She wants to provide some form of hope, even if it appears out of reach at the moment, believing that hope will ultimately somehow guide them in some way.

 When was the last time she saw Butcher ? A year ? Perhaps ? Since he took Ryan and left to live a life of PEACE—GOD, has it really been that long since the two of them have come across each other ? She's heard about him from Hughie, of course. It was surreal to be standing face to face with someone whom you once claimed not to be a fan of. The two of them were not the best of friends and had definitely bumped heads one too many times. She still held a grudge for him shooting her down, and yet, despite their disagreements and his disrespect, they found themselves in each other's presence. He never acknowledged Annie by her real name-- AND YET, she's here. And the young blonde doesn't feel any animosity towards Butcher. He's out here being a father to Ryan; he stepped down from wanting to take down Homelander to be here for Ryan, and if that doesn't make him a hero, a good father... then she didn't know what did.

 LETTING HER DARK IRISES DANCE ALONG HIS FEATURES- She's always thought he was quite handsome, although she would never say it aloud. But now, seeing him step in and do the right thing... well, that just made Butcher... well, it stirred up a lot of emotions that she'd rather not delve into. It's sexy ! She does feel sinful labeling him that, even in her head, when he's just trying to do right by Ryan. The blonde finds Butcher attractive, and she always has, but more so now that she's getting this moment with him without the two of them clawing at each other's necks or threatening to take down the other. And Annie is also... proud of him. And she's sure Becca is also. And while she wants to tell him how proud she is of him, she chooses not to; it just doesn't seem to be correct, and the two of them are not friends- she's here to help Ryan, that's it.    

 Her lips parted slightly as a soft, melodic chuckle slipped through, revealing a glimpse of her vibrant personality. " Wow ! Did Billy Butcher low-key agree that I'm nice ? " She looks towards the house, then adjusts her purse strap on her shoulder. " You know, can't say I blame Ryan for being terrified of his powers. It is very understandable. I'll do everything I can to help him, I promise. " Determined to help the young boy as much as she can while here and away from Vought. " Please, I am nothing but patient. I mean... " Eyes flickering from the house to Butcher for a second before stepping forward. " ... Look who I deal with back at Vought. Being co-captain and... " AND HOMELANDER'S FAKE GIRLFRIEND meant having to learn to be patient, finding her inner Jesus Christ is the most excellent way to put it, all thanks to her controlling, immature, psychotic, narcissist, threatening fake boyfriend. Butcher didn't know how patient Annie could be—clearing her throat. " ... I got this. Trust me. I- do you want to take me inside so I can see him ? "   

@thcrealheroes / CONT.

     𝐚  𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭  𝐨𝐟  𝐡𝐢𝐦  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥  𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬,     that  she  was  standing  across  from  here,  willing  to  help  ryan  in  a  way  that  he  couldn't  and  helping  him  keep  his  promise  to  rebecca.     in  making  sure  that  ryan  wouldn't  end  up  like  homelander,  he  needed  her  help  to  help  him  learn  and  control  his  powers.     as  much  as  he  dislikes  supes,  he  would  do  anything  for  ryan  and  he  didn't  have  anyone  else  that  they  could  possibly     𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭     to  do  this.     hughie  had  always  spoke  so  highly  of  starlight,  he  was  the  reason  that  butcher  had  even  considered  this  because  he  trusted  hughie  and  if  he  really  thought  that  starlight  could  be  trusted,  he  had  to  go  with  that.     he  was  completely  aware  of  the  risk  he  was  asking  her  to  take,  especially  considering  how  closely  she  had  to  work  with  homelander.     the  one  person  who  could  absolutely  not  know  what  they  were  doing  here.     it  had  a     𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥     year,  though  he  was  positive  that  homelander  had  spent  most  of  the  year  searching  for  ryan,  but  he  still  hadn't  found  them  and  it  needed  to  stay  that  way.     butcher  would  do  anything  to  make  sure  ryan  could  grow  up  in  a  way  that  rebecca  had  wanted,  she  just  wanted  the  best  for  him  and  he  had  always  been  bad  at  keeping  promsies,  but  this  was  a  promise  he  wanted  to  keep.

     𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞  𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬  𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥  𝐚𝐬  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬  𝐮𝐩  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭,     knowing  he  definitely  deserved  the  way  she  reacted  to  him  because  she  absolutely  had  every  reason  to  not  like,  not  trust  him  and  honestly,  he  was  shocked  she  was  here.     she  didn't  owe  him  anything  and  it  was  just  further  proof  that  she  was  just  a  good  person.     but  he  was  being  geninue  in  saying  that  he  appreicated  that  she  was  here  and  if  she  was  going  to  keep  showing  up  like  this,  he  could  at  least  agree  to  not  be  consistently  arguing  with  her.     butcher  sighs  softly,  looking  around  the  surrounding  area  as  he  nods,     "     he's  doing  okay  as  he  can  be.     i  know  he  misses  his  mom  more  than  anything.     he  keeps  having  nightmares     .     .     .     about  you  know  who,     "     he  admits  softly  because  it  was  the  one  thing  he  couldn't  keep  him  safe  from,  he  couldn't  keep  ryan  from  his  own  fears  and  his  own  mind.     he  could  do  everything  else,  he  could  keep  moving  him  from  place  to  place,  he  could  fight  to  his  last  breath,  but  he  couldn't  protect  ryan  from  his  own  nightmares.     he  hated  seeing  him  cry  and  shout,  knowing  becca  would've  been  so  much  at  comforting  than  he  was,  but  he  was  really     𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠     his  best  out  here.     he  never  thought  he  would  be  a  good  dad,  but  he  was  trying  to  do  whatever  ryan  needed  from  him  and  he  definitely  wasn't  perfect,  but  the  two  of  them  had  each  other  and  it  had  helped  him  not  be  completely  consumed  by  grief.

     𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐚𝐭  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐚  𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭,     seeing  that  smile  on  her  face  and  just  taken  back  by  how  beautiful  she  is.     nope,  absolutely  not.     he  could  not  afford  to  be  distracted  and  think  like  that.     she  was  here  to  help  ryan  and  that  was  it.     nodding  his  head,  running  his  hand  through  dark  hair,     "     yeah,  he  does.     i  told  him  that  you  were  coming,  he  remembered  you  from  that  day     .     .     .     said  you  seemed  nice,  which  i  guess  he's  not  wrong  about,     "     he  smirked,  an  almost  playful  tone  to  his  voice  as  he  looked  away  from  her  again.     butcher  didn't  like  admitting  when  he  was  wrong  or     𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝     help,  but  it  was  obvious  that  he  didn't  know  what  it  took  to  help  ryan  with  his  powers,     "     he's  inside  with  grace  right  now.     he's  scared  of  his  powers,  he  hates  them  and  fuck,  if  he  chooses  to  never  use  them,  i'm  fine  by  that.     but  he  knows  he  needs  to  learn  to  control  them,     "     butcher  tells  her,  knowing  becca  would  be  happy  that  he  was  doing  this,  she  wanted  ryan  to  not  be  like  homelander  and  he  was  trying  to  make  sure  that  happened,     "     just  be  patient  with  him,  yeah?     kid's  been  through  enough,     "

[highqualitymercy]

Some of you have never been starved for affection and felt like all your friends were actually indifferent to your existence and it really shows

[bettysupremacy]

Eddie Munson x Henderson! reader Pt. 2

Summary: Eddie’s been waiting all day just to see Dustin’s sister again and now hellfire has run 30 minutes late.

Warnings: fem! Reader, cursing, fluff, broken walkmans, Dustin’s dead cat is mentioned, two idiots in love, no spoilers

A/N: here’s a part two for everyone who’s been patiently waiting. I didn’t realize y’all would like the first one so much😭 much love.

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They’re running half an hour late. Eddie swears he’s tried to wrap up this campaign for the entirety of that half hour, but it’s gotten him nowhere.

“I think that’s a perfect place to leave off.” turned into “guys, we’re running late. No, I’m not late for anything. I’m just a very on schedule man, okay?” turned into “This is where we leave off! I refuse to DM any later then this very late hour of 6:30pm. Clean up your messes. Yes Gareth, I know where we’ve left off, thank you.”

So, much to the boys dismay, they clean up their messes and shove papers and dice into their binders. Not without Dustin grumbling about how they usually play well into 8 o’clock. His sister can wait another half hour. Come on!

They’re still shuffling to get everything picked up and put away when they hear a soft knocking at the door. Eddie flinches out of his skin. Gareth, who’s right next to him, looks at him startled. Who is that? There’s no one else it could be but her, all the teachers are gone and the janitor left 15 minutes ago. Oh my god, the room is still a mess. What is he going to do? His thoughts are cut off by Mike quickly opening the door-

Jesus Christ it’s just Jeff. Eddie completely forgot that he left to use the bathroom 5 minutes ago. He lets out a big breath of air in relief, slumping forward to grab the chair In front of him, and closing his eyes that are now hidden by his messy hair. He’s gotta fix that before he sees her.

Everyone’s staring at Eddie, and Jeff is paused in the doorway, hesitant to walk into the room after such a reaction from his dungeon master. What did he do?

“What.. what did I do?”

“Nothing Jeff,” Eddie waves him into the room, “we’re just cleaning up, cmon.”

He walks into the room, but not without looking at each of his party members confusedly. His gaze sticks a little longer on Gareth who’s now on the verge of tears from laughing at Eddie. Can someone tell him what’s going on?

“Did you think that was her?” Gareth manages to gasp out, he’s weak in his seat holding his stomach and wiping tears away from his lash line. His mind keeps replaying the way Eddie flinched at the thought of her seeing the room in this.. state.

Eddie promptly ignores him. He can’t get worked up right now. He’s gotta play it cool for her and he can’t do that if he’s worked up over his own party teasing him.

At the way Eddie ignores his question, Gareth is sucked into a new laughing fit so hard he fears he might start gagging. Jeff puts his hand on Gareth’s back, slowly rubbing up and down, hoping that the giggles will stop. He thinks it’s kinda.. cute.. of Eddie to be so head over heals for a girl.

“Yeah, yeah, so funny.” Eddie draws out “We’ll see who’s laughing when I’m the only one in this room with a girlfriend.”

“But.. me and Mike have girlfriends?” Dustin’s confusion has taken him so far aback, he hasn’t even realized that Eddie just said his sister was going to be his girlfriend.

That makes Eddie smile down at his DM folder he’s neatly packing up. Why does that make him smile? “Oh yeah, sure.” He lifts his eyes to Dustin’s “Except mine won’t conveniently live in another state, making it impossible for their friends to meet them.”

“Her name is Suzie, and she lives in Utah!”

“And shes hotter then Phoebe Cates?” Eddie’s hand is on his hip now.

“Yes! And she’s like really smart. She can hack into-”

Eddie shakes his head in amusement “Hey, can’t be hotter then your sister.”

Dustin gapes at him. What did Eddie just say? Mike has both hands over his mouth desperately trying not to laugh.

“You know what?” Dustin turns on his heel offended, and walks out the club door, not even waiting for Mike to catch up.

“Shit,” Eddie scrambles for his stuff. Before he leaves the room he runs his hands trough his hair, using a prop mirror to push his bangs into place, and smooths down his shirt. He will not have a remake of lunch.

He’s practically tripping over his feet to keep up with Dustin, who’s setting an imposible pace trying lose Eddie. He’s yelling apologies through the hall “I was joking! Kid! It as a joke, im sorry!” He doesn’t sound sorry though, he sounds like he’s about to bust out laughing.

When they push through those large high school doors, she’s the only in the big empty parking lot. She’s sitting on the hood of her car messing with something in her hands, while Sweet Leaf plays loudly in her car. Sweet Leaf. My God, he’s in love.

She hears the doors open and snaps her head up like she’s been expectantly waiting for something. Or someone.

She’s not wearing her cheer uniform anymore, just a large Back to The Future tee shirt Robin bought her and Steve as an inside joke (she’s been using it as a sleep shirt, but she was in a rush to get to Dustin), and denim shorts. Her hair looks like it’s in the process of drying. Did she take a shower? Also why does he suddenly have the urge to see her in his own shirt?

The “Dusty!” she yells out is wobbly like she’s holding something in, and he can hear the upset laced through it. He thinks he must’ve heard her wrong. That is until he sees her watery eyes and furrowed brows, and realizes he didn’t at all.

Dustin immediately thinks the worst, rushing over to her. They didn’t kill all the demodogs? Russians are back in Hawkins? No it’s not that, she’s handing him something. What is she handing him? Her.. walkman?

Even though she scared the shit out of him, he try’s not to get upset with her. Her Walkman was a gift from Steve and she treats it like it’s the most precious thing in the world, she’s never let him touch it either. Is it broken?

“You scared the shit outta me.” He breathes out, winded from running through the parking lot.

She looks genuinely sorry. “I’m sorry dusty,” She’s had that tight feeling in her throat since 5:30 when she got out the shower and saw her mothers cat treating her most beloved Walkman like a cat toy. The talking gives into her tight throat and she lets out a quiet sob. Oh, Eddie’s heart just broke a little. She sticks her Walkman in Dustin’s hands, “look.”

“Why are you handing me this?”

“Click play.”

“Oh.”

Her Walkman won’t play when he clicks the button.

“And! My Master of Reality cassette is stuck in there!”

Dustin frowns, “You love that cassette.”

“It’s my favorite one!” She sobs, dropping her head into her hands. She doesn’t fight the crying anymore. Only, she’s being so quiet that the only reason Eddie can tell she’s crying is because of how hard her shoulders are shaking. He wants to hug her so bad. So bad.

Dustin fiddles with it for a moment, bringing it up to his eye to look at it closer, before looking up at her and asking “what happened?”

She treats this thing like gold, she couldn’t have been the one to do this.

“Tews, that stupid fucker. I came into my room and he was tossing it around like it was a play toy. I thought maybe you could fix it”

Dustin’s just trying to distract her enough to quiet her sobs, he really doesn’t know if he can fix this, but worst case scenario he’d ask Steve if he would buy her a new one. And he would! Matter of fact, if Steve knew that this one was broken right now he’d insist on buying her a new one instead of Dustin fixing it himself.

“I hate that new cat,” another choked sob “I miss mews so much” now Dustin doesn’t know if she’s still crying about her Walkman or if she’s accidentally made herself start crying over their dead cat. That poor mangled cat.

Eddie thinks he hears her whisper out “so mangled” and wonders what the hell happened to their last cat. I mean mangled?

“I know, I know” he’s still fiddling with it. She looks like she wants to object when he starts softly hitting it, but she doesn’t.

“I liked Dart more than I like Tews. Dart’s face opens up, he’s a carnivore, and Tews is somehow still meaner!” She sniffles a little while Dustin nods, too engrossed with trying to see what’s wrong with the Walkman. “What was the candy you gave Dart down there??” down where? Eddie’s so confused. “Was it a.. Nougat?” Dustin nods again.

“Nougat! I’m gonna go back down there with a Nougat and bribe dart to come back up and kill Tews the way he killed Mews”

What? Okay. Now they’ve really lost Eddie. He looks over at Mike, expecting his confusion to be mirrored on the younger boys face. Why does Mike look like he understands what they’re talking about? What the hell?

Dustin let’s out a strangled laugh like he’s startled and pats her knee, “I think I’ll be able to fix it.”

She gasps, wiping the tears off her face harshly, “really?”

Dustin nods, “I might even be able to save Master of Reality.”

She hops of the car quickly and throws her arms around him ecstatic. Eddie hears a quiet chant of thank you’s. He could laugh at how quickly her mood changed. Like a mood ring in a warm fist he thinks. When she pulls away she remembers her promise of dinner and says “you guys are getting extra fries tonight.”

The excitement that bursts from the two youngest boys has her in wet laughs. She turns to Eddie and swears she has a heart attack when she realizes that he’s there too. When did he get there? Did he see her crying? Oh Christ she’s mortified.

“You can come too, if you want I mean. You don’t have to come if you don’t want-“

The boys excitement dies down quickly. Well, Dustin’s does. Mike still has a grin on his face. Before Dustin can object, Eddie rushes out “I want to come! I’ll come, if you want me to?”

“I want you to come.. if you want to come.”

A loud laugh bubbles out of him, startling her into a nervous laugh. They’re just repeating the same thing over and over. “Yeah, I want to come. But my car-“ he points behind him dramatically, smiling at her “is alllll the way back there. Do you wanna meet there?”

Her words mix and muddle with Dustin’s, as he says “no” and she says “yes” at the same time, but he wasn’t listening to Dustin. He was listening to her.

“Ok! Cool! So I’ll just-“ he makes to walk towards his car.

“We haven’t told you where we are eating yet?”

“Oh-“ he laughs a little, looking away to cover up his bright cheeks, just in case the dark of this cold fall night doesn’t. That’s actually a really good excuse. His face is just really.. really cold right now? Jesus Christ. “What- where are we gonna eat?”

She turns and gives an expectant look to where her brother just was, but he’s.. gone? She spins a full 360 looking for him and quickly realizes that he’s sitting in the dark car with Mike. He just really couldn’t stand to watch them stumble around each other any longer.

She lets out a breath of a laugh, and Eddie can see it in the cold air. “Jesus. he’s- he’s something.”

She walks up to the window and crouches so she can motion for him to roll the window down. When he does he looks severely unimpressed, arms crossed and looking cross himself. “What d’you and Mike want for dinner, Spock?”

He rolls his eyes at her teasing and says “You seem very in the mood for Enzo’s”

“Har har, very funny. What do you want for dinner Mike?”

“The diner on curly?”

“Perfect, thank you.”

She gets up and walks back to Eddie, feeling more prepared. “We’re gonna go to the diner on curly, do you know where that is?”

He nods, “I’ll see you there, pretty”

He didn’t mean to say that. He really didn’t mean to say that. Oh my god. What’s wrong with him? It wasn’t him being smooth, it was him having no filter! I need to buy a filter he thinks.

Meanwhile, her heart soars. He thinks I’m pretty?? She smiles so hard, so quickly, she turns her entire head away to look behind her.

He was hurriedly looking for any emotion he could find on her face, but when he sees her look away to hide that ever growing smile, he feels sweet relief. Suddenly he’s bursting with pride. Maybe he is smooth.

He’s smiling wide when she turns her head back to look at him, and she feels she needs to look away again just to escape his pretty smile.

“Yeah, I’ll see you there, Eddie.” She can’t even say it to his face, his attractiveness is blinding her.

He watches her quickly turn towards her car and climb in, before turning towards his own car himself. The smile never leaves his face.

He really needs to ask that girl out on a proper date.

Who wants a pt 3?

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Kiwi

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: as I was writing this, I proclaimed in the most southern accent, “now we’re cookin’ with peanut oil!” so do that with that

Summary: Joel goes home for a month. You stay in California to work. What could possibly go wrong? [3.8k]

Warnings: HEAVILY implied casting couch culture, brief allusion to creepy Hollywood producers, yearning, I can’t think of anything else!!

Boarding my flight now.

Thanks for letting me know?

Well, I texted my mama to let her know, and she told me to text "that girlfriend of mine."

Doesn't sound like she's a huge fan.

She'll live.

You like the message and go to put your phone away when it buzzes again.

Is it weird that I kinda miss talking to you?

You smile and ignore your name being called over the intercom for another beat.

There are a lot of weird things about you, Joel Miller, but that one feels the most normal.

Text me when you land in Austin. Tell your mom I said hi.

You tuck your phone away, fighting the stupid smile on your face, and look up to see a pissed-off PA walking towards you. You apologize and half jog to the sound stage where Ryan is waiting. 

"The perfect punctual queen is late for once? Is the world going to shit?" He asks, and you slap his arm.

"People are allowed to be late."

"Does your lateness have anything to do with your boy toy?"

"Are you ever gonna call him by his name?" You ask. He senses that you're stalling his question and take a deep breath. "Joel is flying home to Texas today to visit family and get some work done. He'll be gone for a month."

"Oh, how will you ever survive?" He pouts, and you give him a look. The director calling for places stops you from responding, but you threaten him with the promise of picking up the conversation later. 

You don't ever get to tell him off for suggesting that you can't live without Joel being in the same state because of how late shooting goes. It might've been exhaustion, but you swore that you saw the sun starting to rise over the horizon by the time you finally got to leave. You knocked out a good chunk of the scenes you were still working on, which is great news, but you were mentally and physically drained. You slept most of the next day and missed Joel's messages from one whole time zone away. 

Landed.

Jesus Christ, I forgot how hot it is here.

My mama told me to ask you if you go to church since she doesn't believe me.

Attached: Two photos

You laugh as you sleepily scroll through his texts when you wake up mid-afternoon, feeling a little bit better from your long night. One of the pictures he sent is of him sitting in the cab of an old truck with the caption, "This was my first car. I can't convince my dad to sell the damn thing." The second is a blurry photo of a blue-looking weed on the side of the road surrounded by what looks like thousands of other blue weeds. "Turns out the state flower will literally grow anywhere besides in a pot in my house."

A) I'm glad you made it in safely. B) Isn't Texas the armpit of the South? C) I don't go to church, and I never have, but please feel free to lie to her. D) I can imagine a young, emo Joel Miller driving it now.

He reads your messages almost as soon as they deliver, and your screen lights up with his initials as he calls you. You yawn as you pick up and hear chatter in the background of wherever he is.

"First of all," he starts in a determined tone. "Texas ain't the armpit of the South. That's South Carolina." He says. He hasn't even been in Texas for forty-eight hours, and his accent is already thick again.

"My mistake," you laugh. "Did you have another point, or was that it?"

"Second of all, why d'you sound so tired?"

"Obviously, I was out partying with strange men all night."

"Really?" He asks, and you scoff.

"No, Joel. Filming went really late yesterday. I don't think I got home until six this morning."

"Sounds intense." 

"Not as intense as being interrogated by your mother," you say, and he hums. You hear someone laughing in the background and relish in the joy that you're not there to witness. He doesn't say anything for a minute, and you wonder if the line dropped, but when you pull the phone away from your face, you see the call is still active. "You really miss me so much that you called me just to sit on the line?"

"Maybe I did." He says. You take a deep breath and glance at the clock on your bedside table. He's two hours ahead. The sun must be setting by now, casting gorgeous rays onto his skin and making his eyes look amber. You wonder what Texas air does to Joel's soul. Maybe it soothes him like only an old baby blanket can. Maybe it makes him jumpy, like he's waiting for a clap of thunder that never comes. Maybe it makes him wonder why he left in the first place. You wish you could be there to read his expression and try to decipher what he's thinking. Someone calls Joel's name in the background, and you hear him shuffle with the phone, probably covering the microphone with his hand because the voices become muffled. When the phone comes back to his ear, he takes a deep breath, and you do the same. "I gotta go. Can I call you tomorrow?" He asks. 

"I'm counting on it, Miller." You say, and he laughs before mumbling a good night and hanging up the phone. 

After that, it becomes a habit for Joel to call you every day from Texas. He'll tell you different stories about his parents, how Austin has changed since he left, and update you on how the newest album is coming. He listens to you rant about work, how tired you are, and how frustrated you always get toward the end of a project. Sometimes the conversations last ten minutes, and sometimes they last hours. One night, you fell asleep on the phone with him because he was trying to get your opinion on a new song, but you had spent the day filming the scene of your character giving birth, which was tiring in its own right. He doesn't chide you for it. He just sends you a goodnight text and promises to call you the following night.

You hate to admit it, but production speeds up with Joel out of town. You end up wrapping your scenes a week early while Ryan still has another couple of days of filming his scenes. You'll probably get called back in for reshoots in a few months, but you feel really good about the work you put out there, and you finally get the chance to rest before Melanie sends you more scripts to read over. You send Joel a photo of your open laptop and a glass of wine next to it as the California sun sets over your balcony. 

Wrap parties are looking different as I get older.

Don't worry. I'm sure you'll still be a drunk, no matter how old.

Asshole.

Lashing out is the first sign of a bigger problem. I think I should call Melanie.

You laugh and search for the middle finger emoji when he sends you another text.

Paul got me on the list for some charity event this Saturday. Want to come with me? He said it'd probably be better to get some more dates in sooner rather than later.

The reminder that this is all fake shifts your entire mood. Of course, it's always lingering in your mind, but the texting didn't feel fake. The late-night calls didn't feel fake. He didn't feel fake. In fact, this is the first time you feel like you have a sliver of an idea as to who Joel Miller actually is when he isn't selling out world tours and recording platinum albums. It's stupid for you to feel this way. You have no reason to. No right. You take a deep breath and type out a message.

Sure.

On Friday, you drive to the airport to pick Joel up, creating an over-the-top scene of you running and jumping into his arms. His hat falls off his head and onto the ground as he catches you and kisses you sweetly. When he sets you back on the ground, he doesn't let you go right away. He lingers in your arms, and even though your feelings are still hurt and you're still trying to remind yourself that this is all fake, you let him. He smells like a detergent you don't recognize, but underneath that, you catch a whiff of the cologne he always wears. You rub his back as you hold him in the middle of the airport. 

"'S really good to see your face," he says into your neck, and you nod. 

"You too."

As you drive him home, he brings you up to speed on how the album is coming along and how different Texas was when he was there. You tell him about the last few days on set and an upcoming press junket in New York City. He lights up when you tell him the dates as you maneuver through LA traffic.

"I'm scheduled to go to New York to work with my sound mixer that same time. He's got his own studio out there now and knows more about it than I do," he says. "Maybe we can fly together? Make it look like a couple's trip?"

"Sure," you say. He furrows his eyebrows at your lack of excitement, and you scramble for something else to talk about. "How are your parents?" You ask. The rest of the ride to his house goes off without a hitch, and he kisses you again as he gets out of the car, both of you highly aware of the car full of paparazzi that's been tailing you since you left the airport. He promises to pick you up at five the following night, and you just nod. When you get home, you walk calmly into your house, lock the door, and scream.

Joel's hand is in yours as you wait for your turn to walk the carpet. You're not sure why there's a red carpet at a charity event, but you're not about to throw a fit about it. Joel is wearing a sleek black suit, and you're matching with a long black dress. It's a low-cut backless dress, and a sparkly necklace your stylist picked out rests against your sternum. Joel taps your hand, and you look at him.

"You okay?" He asks. He looks worried as he steps between you and the wall of photographers waiting for you to stand and pose perfectly for their photos. "You've been quiet the past few days."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired. I think I'm still recovering from that last week of filming." 

"Are you sure you're not gettin' sick?" He asks, raising his other hand to your cheeks like he's checking your temperature. You smile half-heartedly and swat his hand away.

"I'm sure," you say. He tries to say more, but someone with a clipboard gets your attention and asks if you're ready. You nod and step onto the carpet, holding Joel's hand. The press erupts into a cloud of noise, startling you and making Joel laugh. You slap his chest and plaster on your rehearsed smile. You do your best to look where all the photographers are yelling at you to look and try different poses so they can get what they need. Everyone has to make a living, you suppose. You just wish their salary wasn't at the expense of your privacy. 

You get halfway down the carpet, taking pictures as a couple and some solo shots, before one of the photographers yells a new command. "Can we get a kiss?" He shouts. You pretend not to hear him and show off how the dress dips down your back, hugging you in all the right places. Still, the photographer is demanding a kiss, and now others have joined in too. It feels very "dance, monkey, dance," but you do your best to grit your teeth and smile. You catch Joel staring at you when you turn. It could be the flashing bulbs of cameras or how he's looking at you, but his eyes are sparkling, and the creases in the corners make you melt just a little. 

You hold out your hand for him to join you, which he happily obliges, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close enough for him to kiss your temple. "You alright?" He asks against your skin as you rest a hand on his chest and look up at him. You nod and glance between his eyes and his lips. The chorus of people practically begging for a picture of you two kissing is growing, and you raise your eyebrows at him. 

"You gonna keep them waiting, or are you gonna kiss me?" You ask, the playful lilt reserved for him returning to your voice. He gives you a look and smirks before leaning down a pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. Everyone ooh's and aw's at you two, but you only care about how fast his heartbeat is against your palm. You want to blame it on the anxiety of walking the carpet and having people scream at you to do whatever they want. No, you have to blame it on that. There's no other option.

When you finally get inside, Joel gets you a glass of wine and a mixed drink for himself. The event is sweet and goes by quickly as you listen to people talk about something they're so passionate about. You decide to donate some money under an anonymous name once you are all excused to the reception, where there's food, more alcohol, and dancing. Joel leaves your side to catch up with some musician buddies, kissing your cheek before disappearing into the crowd. 

You nurse your wine as people you've never met start conversations with you. They're all polite and ask about your newest project, how LA's been treating you, and what's up next for you. You can't reveal much due to the NDA you signed at the beginning of shooting, but you tell them how excited you are for them to be able to see it and admit you've got some auditions lined up in the coming weeks. You've probably given the same answers to a handful of different people when you realize you're out of wine and Joel is still missing. You scan the room for him, but you can't find him. That's fine, you think. It's not like he's obligated to stick to my side at all times. He can have his own life.

You sigh as you belly up to the bar and order another glass of wine. You almost make it a double when someone taps your arm, making you turn. "I don't mean to interrupt, but you look exquisite tonight. I just thought you should know," ultra-famous producer Richard Pike tells you. You blink at him, your brain struggling to catch up with the fact that one of the men who's made the most award-winning films in the past twenty years just noticed you. "I know everyone has probably told you that tonight, but-"

"Oh, no. Thank you. I'm sorry. I was just a little starstruck right then," you apologize before holding your hand out to introduce yourself. He takes your hand and kisses the top of it. It's very dramatic, but this is Hollywood we're talking about. Your glass of wine arrives, and he pays the bartender before you can even reach for your purse. 

"Women as gorgeous as you should never have to pay for a drink. Ever." He says, and you laugh.

"I mean, I won't argue with you on that," you say, taking your glass in your hand to clink it against his glass of scotch. "Thank you, Mr. Pike."

"Please, call me Richard," he insists. "You just finished another movie, didn't you? You're a very busy girl."

"Yes, sir. I'm already looking for new projects to audition for." 

"Oh, I remember when I had actors audition. See, that was before I started writing roles for specific actors. Some people call that crude or playing favorites, but it hasn't failed me yet." 

"No, sir, it hasn't."

"So formal! Yes, sir! No, sir! Are you like this with everyone?" He asks as he takes a big swig of his drink.

"Just people who can cast me," you say. You're partially joking, but it's enough for him. He laughs, and his hand lands perfectly on your exposed back as he cackles loudly. You force yourself to laugh along with him and suddenly get that sinking feeling in your chest. Everybody seems to strategically look away from you two at the bar, and you want to be anywhere but here. 

"You know, I've seen a few of your movies," he says, getting close to your face like he's telling you a secret. "I think you've got a lot of potential. With just a little coaching and one great role," his hand dips lower down your back, and you freeze. Ice water runs through your veins, and everything is screaming at you to run away, but your heels stay planted against the expensive hardwood. "We'll make an Oscar winner of you yet."

"Excuse me," a familiar drawl says behind you. You both turn and make eye contact with Joel. "May I steal my girlfriend for a dance? I promised her one on the way over." He asks, but he's already wrapping an arm around your waist, ready to pull you away. The hand on your back disappears and claps Joel on the shoulder.

"Of course! You take good care of this one!"

"Yes, sir," Joel says as he pulls you to the dance floor. Your heart is still beating in your throat, and you feel like you could cry, but Joel's looking at you with such kindness. You find safety in him as you wrap your arms around his neck and slowly sway with him, the soft material of his dress shirt calming you down. He waits until Pike is out of earshot to lean down to talk in your ear. "Now, I know you don't need me savin' you like that. Are you sure you're okay?" 

"He's one of the biggest producers in Hollywood. He could tank my career in a single email. You want to be the one to yell at him?" You ask. "If I said or did something, he would've doubled down, but he respects you more. He backed off because, in his mind, I belong to you."

"How do you know?"

"I've dealt with people like him before. They're all the same old men who think they can offer you a legacy on a silver platter if you fuck them. I've gotten enough advice from other actors to know how to handle them. Let them get touchy but find an out before it can go too far. Stroke their egos so they feel good about themselves. Basically, do whatever to keep you and your career safe."

"I thought stuff like that didn't happen anymore."

"You and everyone else in the world. Things don't just magically change because one guy goes to jail." You sigh. 

"I'm sorry," he says, and you shake your head. 

"It's fine."

"No, it's not. You shouldn't have to deal with that."

"It was one of the first things people told me when I started. They said it was something I might just have to… endure but that the weight would get easier to carry. One actress even told me that it was the price we have to pay because everyone wants to be us," you chuckle. He doesn't interrupt you; he just stares at you with apologetic eyes like he would take this burden from you if he could. You almost believe him. "I don't think that's true. I think most people would hand this lifestyle in the second it got too real."

"What would you do if you weren't an actor?" He asks, and you shrug.

"I always thought about being a teacher. Sure, the pay is shit, and the work is thankless, but kids are our future, you know? There's something really special about shaping young minds."

"Sounds nice."

"What about you? What would you do if you weren't doing this?"

"Probably something with my hands. I worked as a mechanic for a while, and I really liked that. I liked how it was a big puzzle that needed to get sorted out and fixed up."

"Why'd you stop?" You ask. 

"I needed to grow up. My dad owned a contracting company, so I worked with him until I saved up enough to record my first album. And that was that."

"It's crazy how we fought so hard to get to where we are, and now that we're here, it's..." You trail off, trying to figure out what you want to say.

"Terrifying?" He suggests, and you nod. "Yeah, I'm terrified every second of every day."

"You don't act like it." 

"I don't act like a lot of things that I should," he says. He stares at you so intently that the rest of the world fades away. You don't hear the song die down or the applause erupt around you as the band takes a bow. You can feel his heartbeat against your chest. You know how crazed it is. He wets his lips before stepping back and trailing his eyes down your dress and back up to your face like he's taking you in for the first time. "You really do look beautiful tonight." You swallow around the lump in your throat and smooth your hands down your dress, suddenly self-conscious. 

"Thank you." You mumble. 

Pictures of you two kissing on the carpet and dancing inside are circulating online before you even leave the event. You wake up to a huge batch of texts— one from your mom, two from Joel, six from Ryan, and one from Melanie about your trip to New York that you barely read. You would've stayed in bed wallowing in your own bad luck if there wasn't a sharp knock on your door. You groan the whole way down the stairs like it will help you greet whoever has decided to show up at your house at eight in the morning, but nobody's there when you open the door. 

Instead, a bouquet of flowers in a lovely vase sits on your mat with a note sticking out. You glance down your street and barely catch a delivery truck turning down the block. You carefully take the flowers into your kitchen before plucking the note between the petals. 

Pretty flowers for a pretty girl - JM 

(PS bought these of my own volition)

"Goddammit," you mutter under your breath as you think about his lips on yours, his soft shirt, and his stupid fucking, "I don't act like a lot of things I should."

[big-meows]

luca can be read as a queer coming of age story without necessarily being a romance between the two boys and thats...fine actually, because the meat of the story really is that meeting each other was the catalyst they both needed for finding acceptance and moving forward. Through Alberto, Luca gets to grow beyond his safe, sleepy farming village and indulge his curiosity and learn about the world; through Luca, Alberto finds a home and a family; this is ultimately what these two characters needed most at that moment in time, and to have those things it means they don't get to occupy the same space at the same time for a while, and to that end I GUESS I can agree with casarosa and his "this is a time before girlfriends and boyfriends" take because like....okay, they ARE kids, I dont actually expect the end of this story to be a "they kiss and ride off into the sunset on their janky vespa to live happily ever after" situation.

but like? Alberto was in love with Luca. You cannot take this from me. I dont know that Luca was quite there yet himself because he sure did experience a whole lot of new stimuli awfully quickly and he kind of gravitates to whichever new person in his life seems to have the most to offer his hungry little brain (Alberto first, then Giulia) so I think it's reasonable to suggest the idea isn't really on his plate yet. You COULD argue that Alberto's doing the same in clinging to Luca as his first "human" contact since his dad left and that Luca gravitating toward Giulia is just triggering his fear of abandonment but I don't...really feel like taking an impressionable, excitable kid under your wing fills the same need as finding a new father figure, i don't know that you could convince me that that's what's happening there. I think that he has a crush on Luca, and is working overtime to impress him, and Luca is not really in that headspace quite yet or if he is, doesn't realize it, and isn't registering how frustrated Alberto is with Giulia entering their sphere because to Luca, Giulia is "more friends!" and to Alberto, Giulia is "competition for Luca's attention."

It could have been so easy for Alberto to become a jealous antagonist, but really so much of what he does, however clumsily or misguided, he does for Luca. He could have outed Luca, but he doesn't. He outs himself. we talk about how hard he works to ensure Luca gets to go to school even though it means they wont be together anymore and it means giving up on his own dreams, which is...fucking devastating dude. Holy shit, this kid is a romantic. but also he really was laying his whole life on the line during the race when he tells Luca you're still okay. Ercole and the other townsfolk would have happily murdered him in the street, and he runs right into it, so that Luca could stay hidden and safe. Luca didnt come to his defense last time, he doesnt actually know if he will this time, but he does it anyway. Jesus christ dude.This boy.

So like. Was it a romance? Debatable. Was it a love story? absolutely. Was it good that they focused on fulfilling their immediate emotional needs instead of riding off into the sunset together? Yeah, sure, they're kids and they have so much growing to do. Should they ride off into the sunset together in a few years when they're a little more grown up and well adjusted? i mean obviously.

[papergirllife]

Yuta Nakamoto,  Mark Lee

Chapter 6

Venom! Yuta x human! Mark x human! reader

Synopsis :

Mark thought he’d never find love with Yuta living inside his body, having his life turned upside down when he met the alien, or more accurately, was ‘chosen’ by Yuta during an afternoon of a very normal university tour which turned out to be a tour to the biotechnology company he had to destroy to save the world.

So definitely, with the hero duties and school, and the fact that he's no longer your typical university kid, love was sort of out of the picture for him. But what happens when he stumbles upon a girl who loves him and his alien buddy?

A/N: this is a short one, sorry! I promise the next one would be what you guys are waiting for ;)

Warnings : Suggestive content (filth in the next chapter)

After that 'eventful’ night, Mark and Yuta had not initiated anything else towards you. Do they not fantasize over what could potentially happen if they took the next step? Mark isn’t a virgin, that you’re very much sure, yes he's overall a nervous wreck around you, but the confidence he showcased in the bedroom that night? That blew your mind.

When you asked Mark about it as the two of you were having a nice peaceful time away in the tiny compartment of a ferris wheel at this small amusement park that's open for the spring season, Mark was quick to defend himself.

“Mark, why won't you and Yuta fuck me?” you asked, head looking up from the position of leaning into his embrace, you always enjoyed his supernatural warmth, none of your exes were this warm.

Mark, who obviously had not been expecting you to ask something so...sexual this straightforwardly in the middle of a date even, he choked on the juice he was drinking, quickly calming his body as his mind frantically thinks up of an excuse.

“I...um, I just thought we would like to take things slow, that’s what, um, Yuta and I agreed over, you know, our first serious relationship, you know,” Mark says before swallowing a lump in his throat. He knows you’re smart, you’re studying journalism for Christ’s sake! What if you know that’s not the main reason they’re avoiding sex?

“Okay,” you said before slumping back down into his embrace, your eyes back into admiring the sunset as thoughts cloud your mind.

The next time you asked, Yuta was your victim to interrogate, coming onto him even stronger than Mark, that was your plan, to make the alien break.

Celebrating a tiny three months anniversary, in this apartment Mark, Yuta, and you call home with French cuisine delivered to your doorstep, your gift for the evening that had you secretly eating cup noodles for lunch on campus for almost a month, but the boys didn't need to know it.

Mark brought out a bottle of white wine that was sent to him from his aunt in Canada, Mark had introduced you as his girlfriend when you had accidentally came home and walked in on them face timing.

Mark’s aunt is a bubbly woman in her early forties who holds nothing but adoration for her nephew, she was really proud that he had finally found a girlfriend too, Mark made up a story about how you two met on a bus and left out the fact that you were staying in her old home permanently, his aunt is kind, but Mark never told her about his life with Yuta and would prefer it staying hidden that way.

Fast forwarding to the present, you are now standing in the small open area people in Seoul call a balcony, staring at the moon, wondering about Yuta’s planet, the man in your thoughts wrapping his arms around you just then, you can tell by the way they show affection, Yuta was always more forward while Mark tends to be a bit shy.

“How did you live without a host back on your own planet?” you asked, the thought suddenly occurring to you.

“Our planet had an animal that’s really similar to what you guys call monkeys, we would inhabit their bodies and shape it to as humanoid as possible, they’re a bit bigger in size, around 6 feet, I used to 6’3, you know, but not as handsome, monkeys can only do so much when it comes to facial structure,” Yuta explained.

“Did all of you walk around in your mortal forms or some choose not to?” you asked, picturing a futuristic planet filled with alien looking creatures, do most of them look like Yuta in his alien form or scarier?

“Only the old ones who take pride in what they are walk around in their true forms, kind of glad I was the one they took instead of any of those dudes, they would unleash carnage if they were given a place like earth, they feed on superiority of other beings, crazy motherfuckers,” Yuta recalled and explained to you with a shudder, thinking about the massacre that could occur if they hadn’t took him.

“I'm glad they took you too, but poor you, being cooped up in that lab with a bunch of boring people and white mice,” you said, turning around to brush his hair with your hand as your other hand plays with his bottom lip, hooded eyes locking into his that mirror your emotions, Yuta is easy to tempt, you might just get what you're waiting for all this time.

Just as Yuta closes his eyes to relish himself in the feeling of your light but fiery touches on him, he feels his hands being guided by yours, palms being pressed onto a surface that makes his heart jump.

Opening his eyes, he sees his own hands on your bare breasts, your skin shinning under the moonlight, he could feel the thump of your heart as well as his.

‘Dude! Don't fall for it! We can’t!’ Mark reminds him.

“Bruh, did you have to? You know what? You talk to her,” Yuta says with a sigh, confusing you, until you realise he was talking to Mark.

Yuta left, forcing Mark out once more, red faced and stuttering when he realised where his hands are, quickly retracting them and pushing your shirt back down.

“Baby, we’re outside, what were you thinking?” Mark chided as he pulls you back into the safety of the four walls.

“Well, if you weren’t willing to touch me, just thought Yuta would want to,” you retorted, pulling away from Mark entirely, crashing your body down onto the couch, switching on the telly, trying to ignore the boy beside you who was racking his head for a decent explanation.

“It's not that I don't want to...” Mark starts off, but stops when he can't seem to form an explanation for you.

‘Just tell her,  how long do you want to hide it?’ Yuta chided from his head.

“Easy for you to say, you're not the one doing the explaining,” Mark said, which had you confused, until you realise he was facing the other side, a habit he has to not confuse you to who he’s talking to.

When you felt a light tap on your shoulder, you looked back to see Yuta staring say you, far more seriously than he's ever looked before.

“You know how I'm still different even with a mortal body right?” Yuta asks before he switches his arm to his alien arm, then breaking it up into tentacles, swirling in the air gracefully, the yellow light above you making it look inky black.

“Yeah,” you said, winding your head into the bundle of his limbs, feeling the moisture of his original alien form.

“Well, my cock, when we fuck, it's different too,” Yuta said exasperatedly, eager to get this weight off his chest, finally spilling the beans.

“What?” you asked, looking down, nothing out of the particular from the outside of his pants, just a normal sized bulge from the thin material of his old sweats Mark only wears at home.

“I'm willing it to be human when in this form,” Yuta said with a chuckle, feeling shy like a schoolgirl all of a sudden, “but when we’re having sex, I’m not sure I could, or if it would feel restricted for me, which is why Mark had to get rid of me that night, he missed his human parts...

Yuta stopped when he could feel Mark’s blood boil and profanities that would make his Jesus loving aunt wash his mouth with soap.

“Chill, Markie, masturbating is normal, everyone knows that,” Yuta said, on one hand wanting to calm down the boy, but it's too good not to rile him up when he reacts like a kid.

“Okay so, how does your dick look like?” you asked, bracing yourself for all kinds of weirdness, it won't go as far as colour changing, right?

“I should just show you,” Yuta says, standing up from his comfortable seat on the sofa, a hand untying the knot of his sweats.

“Ready?” Yuta asks once more, just in case you need to back out.

“Yeah,” you said, lips pursing together when you see the first sliver of skin, realising that Mark doesn’t wear underwear at home.

At first it was just a normal larger than average dick, you thought the two of them were pranking you at first, until the 'normal’ cock slowly shifted into something else, it started expanding at first, growing in length and width, the colour of skin had changed into Yuta’s rich royal blue colour, when it finally stopped, your jaw was on the ground, there it was, where his normal penis was, is being replaced by two, okay you won’t call those limbs, because they’re definitely not like those extensions of his body, but more like tentacles, without the suckers, a smooth surface, the tip was thin and fork-end, but it gets thicker and thicker until the end, oh and another thing? There’s two tentacles, Yuta has two large tentacles as dicks. Now you know why Mark was so adamant about sex.

“Those aren’t going to fit,” you said as you watch them flick and move about, much more flexible than the human penis.

“Oh, that, um, before sex my body, one of my extended limbs, as you call it, they can excrete a type of liquid that temporary allows your body to alter in order to withstand the stretch,” Yuta explained as if he was explaining how a certain dish was made, trying to make it sound as normal as possible, if that’s possible, and heck if only it was that easy to comprehend.

“So like aphrodisiacs?” you wondered aloud, thankful for the hours spent on some sites you rather not name.

“Wow, you know your thing,” Yuta says as he shifts back his parts into his mortal form before pulling his pants back up.

“Is there anything else that I need to know?” you asked as a joke, thinking this was all for you to learn about Yuta’s body.

“Since we’re already talking about this, just a heads up, there’s a certain period where I can't touch you or you’ll end up pregnant if I’m not careful, the process of reversing it isn’t all that pleasant either, I’ll tell you about ovipositioning some other time,” Yuta said with a lopsided smirk, enjoying your confused reaction.

“Okay?” should you ask about the details? You know the gist of it, or what you read and watched about that is, a buzzing in your core at the thought of what Yuta could do during that ‘forbidden’ period.

“Now that we’re clear, I'll give you back Mark,” Yuta said, about to leave but stopped by your firm grip on his hand, doe eyes staring at him, batting your lashes, the mischievous shine in your eyes that don't go unnoticed by him.

“Stay, Mark didn't even have the balls to tell me about your shared magical cocks, why should he be the one getting cuddles?” you said as you lean your body into his, moving his arm over your shoulders for him, his hand falling dangerously close to your right boob.

He could hear Mark complaining about shunning him in, but he pushes it aside, trying his best to focus on you.

“Cuddling? I thought we were in the middle of something just now?” Yuta asks, his single eyebrow quirked up expectantly.

“Maybe next time, if the two of you could make me wait that long, I deserve the right to tease you too,” you said before diverting your eyes to the television, laughing when Tom from Tom and Jerry slammed into the wall trying to catch the latter, reminding you of the cat and mouse game you're playing as of now.

[kpop---scenarios]

Cravings || One

Pairing: Vampire! Hongjoong x Reader

Warning: None Yet

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: If you would like to be tagged, let me know!

"Babe, hey babe." Your boyfriend, Chad calls out to you, as you're sitting at the kitchen table, running over over bills again and trying to figure out how the fuck you're going to try to pay everything. You worked damn hard, and barely had anything to show for it. Ever since Chad had moved in a few months ago, without an invitation, you were stressed. Everything had gone up and doubled since he hadn't left, and he also hadn't contributed anything financially towards the household. You paid for rent, utilities, groceries and you even paid when the two of you went out for dinner. Chad worked full time, but where his money was going, you had no fucking idea. He constantly went out with his 'boys' , often coming home obliterated, and just expecting you to have your legs spread open for him when he rolled in, apparently that was your duty as his girlfriend, according to him. As if not contributing and acting like a man child was such a turn on. Not to mention the countless hours he spent on your gaming console, yelling and talking to his friends, leaving you no time to play any games that you like, unless you wanted to wake up a few hours before you had to work to sneak on it. But by the time you got home from work, cleaned up the messes he made throughout the day, made yourself dinner, showered and got into your PJ'S, you were too damn tired to do anything. You knew you had to wake up the next day and do it all over again, so any sleep you got was precious. 

A part of you often wondered why you were in this relationship with him. Maybe you were scared to be alone, maybe you didn't think you could do any better than him, but you stuck with him, because for some reason, you loved the guy. 

"What do you want, Chad?" You sigh, walking into the living room where he's sprawled out on the couch, headset on and his match paused. "I'm trying to figure out bills, you know that thing that keeps us warm, and with light and hot water, that you said you'd help pay and haven't." 

"Yeah, babe, can you go to the corner store and get those Takis, you know the ones I like? The not so spicy ones though babe, cause remember I have acid reflux, and a diet coke." He says, turning back to the screen, laughing at something said through his head phones. 

You could feel the rage building up inside of you, awfully quick, and it was seeping out of you even quicker.

"Are you going to pay for said snacks?" You ask, trying to keep your voice calm. 

"What?" He laughs. "Babe, no, come on. I'm broke. I don't get paid again for two weeks. You know this." 

"You just got paid yesterday." You breathe through gritted teeth. "Where the hell did all your money go?" You ask, your hands balled into fists. 

"You know babe, I had the fantasy football league entry, plus I owed Kyle money for the keg bomber last weekend, and I took the boys out for supper yesterday. Shit adds up." He says, never looking at you, only focusing on the game. 

"And that's my problem, why exactly? Why is it always on me just because you're not financially stable. Grow up, you're 35 for christ sakes!" You yell. You stomp to the kitchen, grabbing your purse and slipping on your shoes before heading back into the living room. 

"Yeah, she's got her shoes and purse." He laughs. "She's definitely going to get my stuff." 

"You know what Chad? I'm definitely not going to get your snacks, get your own fucking snacks, Chaaad. I'm going for a drink, with my own goddamn money." You spit, storming out of the house. 

You're wandering down the street, like you had been for the last thirty five minutes, and finally you found somewhere that looked decent enough. You walk in, and the lights are on very low, the place is almost dark, had it not been for the red lights swinging above tables, or the string of red lights wrapping around the ceiling. Your eyes wander the open floor of seating as a soft beat vibrates through the building. Every person in here who was sitting with someone was leaning closely to that person, seemingly having an intense conversation. The vibes felt dark and eerie, but you welcomed it, you enjoyed it instead of being around Chad's fuck boy mentality. You walk towards the bar, sliding onto one of the empty bar stools and setting your purse on your lap. Your eyes were looking down when you felt a presence standing in front of you. You look up and see quite possibly the most beautiful man you have ever seen. 

"What can I get for you?" He asks, his voice is deep, yet so smooth and calming.

"Double vodka and coke please, and for the love of god, keep them coming." You sigh. After your comment you see the slightest hint of a smile appear on his lips, disappearing even quicker than it came. 

"Bad day?" He asks, beginning to pour your drink. 

"Bad relationship." You groan. He nods his head as he slides your drink towards you. 

"Wanna talk about it?" He asks, leaning on the bar with his chin resting on his hands as he waits for you to speak. You look into his eyes, and they're so warm and mesmerizing, you felt safe and secure, like you could tell him anything. Which is exactly what you did.

"What's your name?" You ask. 

"Hongjoong." He replies. "You?" 

"Y/N." 

"Okay Y/N, what's bothering you?" 

"My boyfriend, we've been together for just over a year, and well.. he's something, and not the good something like people usually say. He moved in with me, without even asking me if I wanted to, and I just kind of accepted it. He doesn't pay anything, no bills, rent, groceries, nothing. It's all on me, even though he does work full time. He forgot my birthday, went out and got absolutely plastered with his 'boys'. On Valentine's Day, he took me out for dinner, and can you guess who was there?" You ask. 

"His boys?" He answered. 

"You sir, are correct. I was ignored the entire evening, and then he and his boys left, I ended up paying the bill, and I had to uber home because he had driven us there. Not to mention the fact that he assumes I'm just there for his pleasure, expecting me to be spread eagle for him whenever he decides to show up." You finish, chugging your drink as you try not to gag on the strong taste of vodka. 

"Why are you with him then? He doesn't sound like he contributes to the relationship at all, so why do you stay?" He asks. 

'Honestly, I'm not entirely sure." You answer as he slides another drink in front of you.

"Now that's a bullshit excuse." He replies. "There's a reason that you clearly don't want to admit." 

"Do you ever smile?" You ask him. 

"No." He answers. "Now, why won't you leave him?" 

"Because it's safe, I guess? I don't know if I can do any better than him." You shrug. 

"Y/N, you have no idea how much better you could do." He says. 

** 

From the moment Hongjoong had a whiff of the scent that was coming into his bar, he knew that it was the scent of the one. He intensely watched the door, waiting for the one it belonged too to walk through the door. As soon as you did, it was almost as though his heart could have started beating once again, the ice cold blood that ran through his body could have turned warm just by the sight of you. He isn't sure what it is about you, but he had always been told that he would know when he found the one, and having been alive for over a century, he had just assumed that it wasn't in the cards for him, and now he knows why. Because all his life he had been waiting for you. The person that he would do anything for, the person that he would be anything for had finally walked into his life, and for once he felt an ounce of hope, until, you had mentioned the filthy human you were in a relationship with, not to mention one that treated you like absolute garage, and you had assumed that no one better would love you, but shit were you ever wrong. He was standing right in front of you, and though you had just met him, he loved you with everything he had and would do anything and everything to protect you. 

**

"I appreciate your advice, Hongjoong, but it's getting late and I have to work tomorrow." You sigh. "How much do I owe you?" You ask, grabbing your card from your wallet. 

"It's on me." He tells you, grabbing your empty glass.

"Well thank you." You smile. "It was nice meeting you." You tell him as you slide off the stool. 

"You too." He says, watching you walk away from him. 

That night when you got home, you couldn't get Hongjoong off your mind, a smile spread across your face as you walked through your front door, and headed into the living room, then it instantly dropped. Chad had not moved from the spot you had previously left him in a few hours ago. "Oh, babe." He says, sucking the cheeto dust from his fingers. "Kyle brought me some snacks, since you threw a huge temper tantrum about my snacks, you can just venmo or cash app him, k?" He says, going back to playing his game. 

You went to bed that night, dreaming of one man, who was not your man. 

**

Over the next few weeks, you had absolutely no desire to be at home. So you headed to the bar that Hongjoong worked at, everyday after work for a drink, or two, or four. In those weeks the two of you spent an ample amount of time getting to know each other, you were sure he knew you better than Chad ever did.  You didn't want to see Chad, you didn't want to be near him and it was bad enough that he constantly texted you throughout the day, sending you lists of things to buy from the grocery store, as if he wasn't able to do it himself. But much to your surprise, he didn't text you when you never came home with his snacks, he didn't check in with you throughout the day, and honestly it no longer bothered you. 

You felt your feelings for Hongjoong deepen with every encounter the two of you had, every time you saw him it was like nothing you had ever felt with Chad, your emotions were amplified around Hongjoong and you weren't sure how much longer you could keep them hidden. 

"One more." You tell Hongjoong, as you set down your fourth glass. 

You can tell he wants to smile, but he's too good at controlling his emotions. "You've had enough, I'm cutting you off." He tells you. 

You pout, trying to give him your best puppy dog eyes, but absolutely nothing got to the man and it was frustrating as fuck. 

"A bad storm is coming, you should probably get home." He tells you, drying off some glasses. 

"I don't want to go home, he's there." You scoff, just thinking about Chad made you want to vomit. "I guess I could just get a motel room, at that place across the street." You say, pointing over to the run down motel, that had flickering lights, and probably a rat and cockroach infestation. 

"You will do no such thing." Hongjoong replies. "You can stay at my place." He says. "Give me a minute." He walks from around the bar, towards the back of the building, and you can't help but to turn in your stool and watch him walk away, damn he looks good. 

Within seconds he's back, grabbing your bag and scooping you up into his arms as he effortlessly carries you out the door. 

"I can walk." You object. 

"I know." He says, his face stone cold. 

"You're very pale." You tell him, as if he didn't know. 

"I know." He replies, unlocking the door to his car. 

"And you're very cold." You say. 

He sighs. "I know." He finishes as he slides you into the passenger seat of his car. 

As soon as he started his car, the rain began pouring as thunder and lightning jolted the sky. 

"You were right, there's a storm." You say, watching out your window. 

"I know." He replies, this time it sounded different. You turned to look at him, hoping you'd catch him smiling but no such luck. 

He continues driving, taking you out into the middle of nowhere, out of city limits, this was it, this was probably when you died. You panicked slightly but you felt it in your entire body that he was not going to murder you, at least not that night. 

Hongjoong pulls up to a gate, punching in a few numbers to open the gate, which just blocked off a winding road. You squinted as you tried to see where you were going but it was far too dark for you to see anything, until you pulled up to a beautiful mid-century mansion that made your mouth drop. It was absolutely stunning and you couldn't believe that he lived there. 

"Seriously? This is where you live?" You say. 

"MY family, but yeah." He answers, parking the car near the entrance. 

He hops out of his seat, walking towards your side to open the door for you, pulling you inside before you get too wet. He dragged you up a large flight of stairs, not letting you admire the inside of his house. He put you inside a large room, with a large bed and a bathroom ensuite. "There's towels if you want to shower, I'll be back in a bit to check on you." He says, avoiding all eye contact before walking out of the room. 

You let out a deep breath as you take off your heels, unbutton your pants and unhook your bra, placing it all next to the bed. You sit down on the bed in your underwear and t-shirt, wondering what to do, until your phone rings. 

Looking at the caller ID, you didn't want to answer it, but you felt it would be unfair for you to do so. 

"Hello?" You answer. 

"Hey babe, it's me.. it's Chad." He says. 

"I know who it is." You sigh. 

"Look.. I know you've been terrible, oh, wait, I mean I've been terrible in our relationship lately but I want to make almonds." He says. "No idiot, it's amends." You hear from the background. 

"Are you kidding me right now? Do you seriously have Brad over to help you?" You yell. 

"Well yeah, he noticed that we were drifting apart and offered to help me get you back." Chad explains. 

You get up off the bed, pacing on the hardwood floors as you tried to process what he just said to you. 

"The fact that you didn't even notice that we were drifting apart is all that I need to hear. You know what, Chad? I'm done. I'm done with this relationship, I'm done with you. Just get out of my apartment, I'm over it." You yell, hanging up the phone. 

You stand there, taking deep breaths as you replay the conversation you just had, he didn't even care enough to notice that you'd been pulling away. That kind of hurt, but then again it was Chad. He was never very perceptive. 

A knock at the door before it suddenly opens, reveals Hongjoong, walking into the room. He tried to play it cool with the fact that you were practically naked in front of it. 

"I heard yelling. You okay?" He asks as lightning strikes, causing the power to flicker. 

"Chad called, he had his friend Brad over to feed him lines because Brad noticed we were drifting apart." You explain. "But I did it. I ended things." You proudly admit. 

"Good for you." He says, staring at you, while you stare back at him. A crack of thunder hits loudly, making you jump, and within seconds Hongjoong's arms are wrapped around you, like he was protecting you. You look at him and he looks at you, and before you can tell yourself not to, your lips are pressed against him, and he is kissing you back. 

The kiss turns passionate and needy in seconds, both of your desires for one another coming out without any control. He moves you both to the bed, laying you down as he hovers over you, his strong arms keeping him above you. You wrap your arms and legs around him, pulling his body closer to yours, feeling him near was all you'd wanted. His ice cold fingers touch your stomach as he begins to lift your shirt up, you can feel his cock slowly becoming harder. You begin lifting his shirt, when his phone rings. He stands up, whispering an apology before answering his phone, barely speaking any words. 

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I have some things to take care of." He says. 

"Oh, yeah, no problem." You say, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

"Get some sleep." He tells you before walking out of the bedroom door, leaving you alone once again. 

You tried to fight the exhaustion you felt, but it was far too hard. You got snuggled underneath the blankets, watching the door, hoping he would come back but your eyelids got too heavy for you to keep open, and you swiftly drifted off to sleep, finally feeling some peace. 

**

The warm sun was shining into the room, waking you up. You let out a little stretch before opening your eyes, only to see five men standing around you. You sit up, moving to the wall, as these men stare at you. You looked at them all, and they all looked similar to Hongjoong. Pale skin, dark eyes, dark head, blood red lips. 

"Who are you?" One of them asks. 

"Y/N." You whisper. 

Another one speaks up, looking at the other four men. "Who the fuck brought a human home?" 

[storiesforallfandoms]

the type you bring home to mom ~ eddie kaspbrak;it chapter two

word count: 2361

request?: no

description: in which he finally brings his girlfriend home to his over protective mother, and it goes exactly as he thought it would

pairing: teen!eddie kasprak x female!reader

warnings: swearing, overbearing mother, derogatory name calling (i guess?), basically eddie’s mom just sucking

masterlist (one, two)

note: (y/n/p) = your parents’ names

I played with the hem of my dress as I walked up to the Kaspbrak household. I was regretting my choice in wardrobe, but it was too late to change now. I knew nothing would feel right anyways, I had already changed three times before I came over.

For the first time in our year long relationship, I was meeting Eddie’s mother. We had somehow managed to keep our relationship a secret for so long that I never felt like I had to meet her, and Eddie wasn’t exactly pushing for it either. As much as he loved his mom, he also knew she was manipulative and overbearing, and he often told me how he was afraid of his mom scaring me off because of these facts.

When the news eventually got out and travelled quickly through the small town of Derry, as gossip usually does, it got to Ms. Kaspbrak in no time. She immediately demanded to meet me, and Eddie set up a dinner at his house for the occasion.

Before I could even knock on the door, it swung open to reveal my tall boyfriend smiling down at me. Any tension I had melted away as I looked up at him, into those beautiful eyes that could calm me down whenever they were on me. He took my face in his hands and pulled me to kiss him. It was such a normal action that, at first, I leaned into it happily, until I realized the circumstances of my visit and quickly pushed him away.

“She’s not here,” he said, as if reading my worried thoughts. “She’s gone out to get some stuff for dinner.”

He stepped aside to let me step into the house. It wasn’t unfamiliar territory; Eddie and I had had many rendezvous there during the rare moments when his mom wasn’t home, but it felt wrong to be there on this occasion. I just wanted it to end already, and to go home or go for a long drive with Eddie.

“Come, sit,” he said, leading me to his living room. We sat close to one another on the couch, so close that we were just barley touching. Feeling his arm brush against mine sent sparks through me.

“How worried should I be?” I asked him, trying to remain as light as possible.

He sighed and shuffled in his seat. “I wish I could tell you not at all, but...”

He trailed off so I finished his sentence for him, “But it’s your mom.”

Eddie nodded. “But it’s my mom.”

One of his arms was around my waist. I hadn’t realized that the skirt of my dress had hiked up a little until the hand around my waist started to play with the hem, his fingertips brushing against my ass. His other hand touched my leg, starting lightly on my knee and then slowly travelling up my thigh till it stopped on my inner thigh. I shivered, wanting him to go further.

Most people who knew him would never believe that Eddie Kaspbrak, the hypochondriac, fast talking, former sheltered mama’s boy, would be absolutely mind blowing in bed, and constantly handsy whenever we were alone. I hadn’t even believed it until we got together, but man, Eddie knew how to make me feel absolutely amazing.

He leaned forward to kiss my neck, his fingers tracing circles in my inner thigh. I was shivering with anticipation and whimpers were escaping my lips. I could feel Eddie’s amused smirk against my neck as he placed another kiss there and lifted his head to look at me. He kissed my lips and his hand finally made its way further up my skirt.

Our moment was interrupted by the sound of a car door slamming. I practically jumped to the other side of the couch, touching my neck in hopes that he hadn’t accidentally left hickies there.

“You’re good,” he said, understanding what I had been doing.

The front door opened and I suddenly felt paralyzed. I wasn’t sure if I should stand up or stay sat down, if I should move even further away from Eddie or stay exactly where I was. In the end, I stayed frozen like a deer in headlights as his mom rounded the corner, arms full of grocery bags.

“Oh,” she said when her eyes landed on me. “Is this...her?”

There was a slight leer to the way she said “her”, which made me want to squirm under her intense gaze.

“Mom,” Eddie said, a partial warning tone in his voice, “this is (Y/N), my girlfriend.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Kaspbrak,” I said. “Do you, um, need any help with - ”

“No,” she cut me off. “I have it. You’re early.”

“I told her this is when to get here,” Eddie defended. “You wouldn’t tell me exactly when to invite her over.”

“Well, this is hardly dinner time,” his mother huffed. “It’ll take me a while to get dinner ready.”

“I can help,” I offered again.

“No,” she said, sharply, which told me that was the end of the matter.

I shrunk down in my spot on the couch.

“Mom,” Eddie snapped again.

She glared at me before turning to her son, trying to soften her expression for him. “I’ll let you know when the food is ready. For now...stay here.”

When she disappeared into the kitchen, Eddie immediately moved to sit next to me and took my hand in his.

“I’m okay,” I assured him. “I’ll get through it. It’s just dinner then we’re done, right?”

He nodded, but I could see the worry on his face still.

A while later, Ms. Kaspbrak called to tell us dinner was ready. She had made sure to place everything so that Eddie and I were sat at the heads of the table, far apart from one another, while she was sat between us. Eddie and I shared a look before sitting in our designated spots.

Dinner started with awkward silence besides our cutlery against the plates. I tried to keep my attention on my plate, but every so often I’d glance up at the Kaspbraks to see Eddie nervously glancing between me and his mother, and his mom just glaring daggers at me. The nervousness I was feeling took away my appetite, but I felt like I had to eat everything to make a good impression, if that was even possible.

“So,” Ms. Kaspbrak said, drawing our attention to her, “(Y/N). Your parents are (Y/P/N), right?”

She already knew the answer to this question. I had grown up in Derry, where everyone knew everyone. There was a reason she was asking, and I had a feeling I already knew what that reason was.

“They are, yeah,” I responded.

“And they’re divorced, aren’t they?”

“Mom!” Eddie groaned.

“It’s just a question, Eddie,” his mom said.

“It’s okay,” I said with a shrug. “I don’t mind talking about it. That’s kind of old news anyways. They divorced when I was 10, dad moved to the next town over and mom got full custody of me.”

“That doesn’t seem like a very stable upbringing,” Ms. Kaspbrak commented. “I’m sure it’s taken such a toll on you, you must’ve decided to rebel somehow.”

Eddie put his face in his hands, officially admitting defeat on trying to stop his mother.

“Actually it wasn’t anything like that,” I said. “Mom and dad stayed pretty civil. There wasn’t any big fight or anything, just an agreement that they’re better off not being married. When dad moved he made sure to stay in constant contact, and comes to visit all the time or I’d go to visit him. Mom always made sure I had a roof over my head and food on the table. They both love me unconditionally, even if they’re not together.”

Ms. Kaspbrak sat back in her seat, a sour look on her face. “Well...regardless, it’s just not right to be raised by a single mother.”

Feeling a bit brave, I raised an eyebrow at her. “Eddie was raised by a single mother.”

“That’s different. My husband died, he didn’t decide to abandon me and Eddie.”

“My dad didn’t abandon us, he’s still very much a part of our lives.”

She ignored me and continued to eat. I looked across the table at Eddie to see him avoiding all eye contact with either of us as he pushed his food around on his plate. As if feeling my gaze, he looked up at me. I gave him a small smile to try and indicate that I wasn’t upset with him. I wanted him to know everything was going to be okay, even if I didn’t fully believe it myself.

“How many boys have you had sex with, (Y/N)?”

The question caught me off guard and I nearly choked on the food I had just put in my mouth.

“Jesus Christ, mom!” Eddie snapped.

“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vein, Edward,” his mother chastised him.

“You can’t just ask something like that, mom, that’s none of your business.”

“Of course it’s my business. I need to make sure my son isn’t dating a slut. I remember you were friends with Beverly March before she moved away, and trust me, I heard all sorts of stories about her. Anyone who would hang around with her must be somewhat similar.”

The mention of the untrue bullshit that used to be spread about Bev made the anger within me bubble over. I was seeing red as I looked up at Ms. Kaspbrak, and I was ready to pounce.

“Actually, your son took my virginity, and I took his,” I told her. “And we have sex quite a lot, sometimes upstairs in his bedroom when you’re not home. Although, for someone who says he was a virgin I don’t know how much I believe it. Eddie has done things that I don’t even think the most experienced of people could do.”

If he was upset with me for saying all of this, Eddie’s face didn’t show it. He was sipping on his water, trying to hide the smug smile that broke out across his face.

Ms. Kaspbrak’s face turned blood red before she rose from the table. “Get the fuck out of my house!”

“Gladly,” I said, abandoning my dinner to quickly leave the shitty situation.

“And don’t you dare come anywhere near my son again, or else I will have the cops on you!” she threatened.

I stopped and turned back to face her. “For what? For dating your son? For showing him that there’s someone who actually cares about him without manipulating him? For finally cutting the cord that you’ve had wrapped around his neck since he was born? Ms. Kaspbrak, I understand that you’re afraid to lose your son the way you lost your husband, but being a manipulative bitch who forced him to think he had illnesses he didn’t have for years and insulting his girlfriend in front of him is not the way to keep him around. Eddie is 18 years old, he’s an adult. He can do whatever he wants, which includes dating whoever he wants and leaving this hell hole that you have the audacity to call a home. The day that you finally accept that just might be the day that Eddie finally considers you to be an actual mother.”

And with that, I decided not to overstay my welcome and left.

I was only a few feet away from Eddie’s house when I heard him calling after me. I slowed my pace just enough that he could catch up with me, but didn’t completely stop. I wanted to put as much distance between myself and the Kaspbrak house as I could.

“I’m sorry,” I sighed as he fell in step next to me.

“For what?” Eddie asked. “I should be the one apologizing to you.”

“You warned me on how she would be, and I still let her get to me,” I said. “I probably made having to live there a whole lot harder.”

“It was hard to begin with, (Y/N). Nothing could make it harder than what it was,” he told me. “What you said, it was all true. Mom needed to hear that. Doesn’t mean she liked hearing it, or that she’ll actually accept it, but she needed to hear it none the less.”

“I guess I could’ve said it nicer,” I said. “Or at least not included details of our sex life.”

Eddie awkwardly chuckled. “Yeah, could’ve done without mom knowing I’m a sex god.”

I gave him a look and playfully nudged him. “I never said you were a sex god.”

“Eddie has done things that I don’t even think the most experienced of people could do I believe were your exact words.”

“I only said that to make her more upset.”

“So you’re saying I’m bad at sex?”

I pushed him again. “Eddie!”

He laughed and put an arm around my waist. “I appreciate the compliment either way. And I hope you know how much I love you.”

I smiled up at him and leaned into his touch. “I love you, too.”

We walked in silence for a while and, before I knew it, we were at my house. We stopped and turned to face each other.

“Want to stay over tonight?” I asked. “I figure going home isn’t exactly the best option right now.”

“It’s not,” he agreed. “Will your mom be okay with it?”

“Of course she will, she loves you. She’ll probably even cover for you if your mom calls.”

“I take it back, I don’t love you. I love your mom.”

“And I take back my offer. Go sleep on the streets.”

I took off for my front door with Eddie hot on my trail. I tried to open it and lock him out before he caught up to me, but of course his long legs gave him an advantage. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me away from the door, both of our laughs ringing out through the otherwise quiet neighborhood.