#its getting bad but it is the states top school so not that bad

[trans-axian-archive]

today sucks and it's only 1pm so send me your best news! your softest headcanons!! tell me about good things happening in your life ! rant about your crush! let's Get this positivity

[eddiemunsonswhxre]

apple / eddie munson

one shot 

rated: m (18+, minors DNI)

cw: short mentions of bullying and slight hint at su!c!dal thoughts, rough sex, name calling, painful sex, crying, use of safeword, not enjoying sex, aftercare

throughout you and eddie’s year long relationship you’ve never had to use your safe word. not until today.

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today was not your day. it was a friday, and friday’s were supposed to be the best day of the week. but you had been pushed to the edge so many times today and now you were just a full blown anxiety attack waiting to happen.

some girls were mean at school. normally that wouldn’t bother you, but for some reason today all their words stuck. maybe it was from lack of sleep that made all those old thoughts resurface once again. that maybe you were worthless, pathetic, and not deserving of life. high school girls were brutal, but it made it even worse when you believed them. you also overheard some people talking about your relationship with eddie. yeah, eddie and you were total opposites but he wasn’t ruining you by any means. you hated when people talked bad about him but you just couldn’t make yourself defend him today, and that only made you feel worse. to top it off, when you got home your mom told you your grandma was sick again and it sent you over the edge.

luckily you were able to change your train of thought and focus fully on your boyfriend when you got to his trailer. you didn’t tell him anything that happened that day, wanting to just spend the rest of it care free with him. when eddie started to get suggestive, you were more than ready to have sex with him. he was hot and always knew exactly what to do. at no point did you not want to have sex with him, knowing fully what it would entail.

eddie was rough and mean during sex almost every time. it was something you loved: just falling into submission under him. so when the night started like any other, you were enjoying yourself. it was after your fourth orgasm, which was also a normal occurrence, when things took a turn. you’d been fucked stupid, even though eddie had just started to actually fuck you. your brain was mush, and instead of remaining in its fucked stupid full of pleasure state like normal, it started to overthink.

eddie’s hand pushed your head harshly into his mattress as your ass was up in the air and he pounded into your pussy. normally this was one of your favorite positions, but eddie’s lack of comforting words were getting to you for the first time. “look at you letting me use you like a pathetic little fuck hole,” he grunted, using his grip on your hip to assist in slamming into you. use. any other day this would’ve made you wetter, but today it made the way your head was pushed down start to actually hurt. was that all you were? something to use. of course normally you knew this wasn’t true, but today…

“you’re such a worthless piece of shit, aren’t you?” eddie groans, causing a sob to leave your lips. you crying out like this was normal, hence why eddie didn’t think to stop. but the way he was hammering into you was starting to not feel so good, and almost be too painful. “fuck, just some street whore who lets me use her little hole huh?” he moans out, feeling himself nearing his edge.

another sob leaves your lips, the words hurt for the first time. “stop,” you cried into the sheets. but due to your usual sexual endeavors, eddie did not.

“no, i’m going to use you as i please, slut,” he grunts, slapping you hard on the ass and making you cry out in what was pure pain.

“please stop, puh-please i can’t- i can’t,” you cry, words broken up by sobs. but you’re only met with another slap that hurt worse than the last.

eddie kept landing them on you, making you continually sob at the harsh stings as he felt the knot begin to form in his stomach. “shut up, dirty fucking slut. you’re not meant to talk, worthless little whores aren’t meant to open their pathetic mouths and cry like dumb fucking babies. take it, take it like you always do,” eddie spits, pushing your head farther into the mattress, causing a pain to shoot through your neck.

part of you didn’t want to do it, but you were in pain physically and emotionally. you couldn’t worry about how it would affect eddie, you had to put yourself first right now. “eddie please stop, please!” you screamed in a last attempt. you were met only with another slap, causing you to wail. “apple! please, apple eddie! apple,” you sob scream. eddie immediately stills in pure fear. “apple… apple… apple…” you cry continuously into the sheet. eddie feels his whole heart shatter inside him at your pained cries, begging him to stop.

he immediately pulls out and lets you go, you falling helplessly into a ball on his bed. you hug yourself as you cry, still whispering a quiet mantra of, “apple.” eddie feels tears bite at the backs of his eyes as he realizes what he just did. he just kept fucking you and being so brutal after you begged him to stop.

“i’m sorry, baby girl, i'm so sorry,” he begins frantically, reaching out to touch you, scared you’ll shrink away. “i didn’t mean to go so hard, i'm so sorry princess,” he says. once he knows you’re not going to shrink away he grabs you, pulling you into his lap so he can hold you as you cry. “baby what happened?” he asks, pushing your hair from your face.

you sob into his chest, your whole body shaking as eddie feels like the worst boyfriend in the whole world. “too much,” you cry, shaking your head. he frowns, a single tear falling from his eye as he holds you closer.

“i’m sorry, y/n, please breathe. you gotta calm down pretty girl, you’re gonna make yourself sick,” he tries soothing you. he rocks you slowly, whispering apologies and support while peppering kissing on your head and face. “can you tell me what was too far?” he asks carefully once you begin to calm down.

you sniffle, another sob shaking your body as you think about how horrible it felt. “the names,” you start, covering your mouth. “worthless, pa-pathetic,” you cry. eddie looks at you, his eyes full of sorrow and the pool of dread only getting bigger. “and-and,” you hiccup, causing eddie’s heart to crack before you continue, “my neck, you-you pushed too hard. and it-it started to really hurt-hurt me when you kept fucking me. i-i didn’t feel good anymore… yo-you you thrusting hurt,” you explain, refusing to make eye contact. eddie had more tears fall down his face, mad at himself for hurting you. “and my ass… it hurts so bad and they-they only got worse,” you cry, it turning to a sob as you bury yourself in his chest again.

“baby, i am- i am so sorry,” eddie says, rubbing your back as he sniffles. “you aren’t worthless or pathetic, you’re perfect, you’re my everything. you’re the most amazing girl on the planet. i’m so so sorry i didn’t realize you were hurting, you don’t deserve that. baby, please look at me,” eddie begs, pursing his lips. you raise your eyes to meet his, another tear leaving his eye as he sees how red your eyes are and the amount of tears cascading down your face. “i’m so sorry sweetheart, i love you so so much,” he says, staring straight into your eyes.

“i love you too,” you whimper back, not missing a beat.

eddie shakes his head sadly at you. “you can be mad at me, baby,” he says. you shake your head no, this wasn’t his fault. the second you pulled out the safe word he was done, he didn’t push you once he knew. how could he have expected this to affect you when this is normally how he’d fuck you and he couldn’t even see your face?

“m‘not, i just really-,” you sniffle, “need you to hold me and tell me you love me right now.” eddie nods at you, rocking back and forth more in attempt to soothe you.

“i can do that, i love you baby girl, i love you more than you know,” he says, looking deeply into your eyes. after a few more moments of him humming and repeatedly telling you how much he loved you you had calmed down. “why don’t i run a bath for us? you wanna do that?” he asked softly. you nodded, and clung closely to him the whole time he was preparing the bath. once it was done, you crawled in front of him and leaned against his chest, taking a deep breath and resting your hands on his that had wrapped around you.

“we are never having sex again that’s not in missionary,” eddie says truthfully, kissing the top of your head. you snort, shaking your own head at his words. 

[eris-snow]

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐀 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤

Tags: bakugou x gn!reader, fluff, comfort, crying, swearing (as usual)

Been feeling a little inferior to those around me lately. It's something I'm sure we can all relate to, so I hope this brings comfort to those who feel like they're never good enough. Katsuki Bakugou is surprisingly good as a comfort character.

Today was just not your day. You've had these days. The ones when you would feel like you were about to cave inward. The days that you feel your strong front collapse because of the stress and pressure you exert on yourself.

Today isn't any different. Everyone in your class is constantly testing the limits, sky-rocketing past boundaries, while you...well, you...

You're just learning how to grow and improve. U.A. is a school where you need to aim for the top if you don't want to be left behind. Because of this, you feel like you're slipping further and further behind in class.

Momo is good at academics. Shoto is good at combat. Everyone is improving while you're trying so hard not to seem like a failure.

You're not bad, per se. But just seeing your classmates overcome their own boundaries and overtake you sow seeds of deep insecurity in your heart.

Today, was the day something finally snaps.

Bakugou comes over to help you study, armed with assessment books and dons thinned-rimmed glasses that make him look more intelligent and more mature. He still yells, mind you.

Every time you get a question wrong, he screams his head off while pointing out where you went wrong. He waits for you to solve the problem, and if you get it wrong again, the cycle continues. Rinse and repeat.

It got to the point when you were on the brink of tears, drawing a shaky breath as Bakugou eyeballed you write your equations with a quivering hand. You knew you'd asked for his help, even mentally fortressed yourself to focus on what you can do to improve, but...

"Dumbass, come on! This problem's fucking easy, an idiot like you can handle it!" Bakugou barks.

It's a final nudge over the delicately crafted wall that blocks out your emotions. A droplet of sorrow weasels its way past your defences, and your dam breaks.

Tears of helplessness flood your eyes as they splatter on your paper, your shaky hand pausing as you attempt to control these overwhelming feelings of inferiority gushing out.

Bakugou's still here, he can see everything, you scream at yourself...but your tears can't stop flowing. You just sit there, frozen, with tears streaming down your face and a trembling hand clutching your pencil so hard it could break.

Bakugou practically reels at the sight of you crying.

"I-I'm so sorry, Bakugou, I just," You sniffled, nose getting clogged up. "It's just...I-give me a minute," Grabbing a couple of tissues, you hastily blow your nose, trying to salvage the scrapes of dignity you have left.

"W-We can continue now, I just-" You try to clear your voice, or at least stable it to some degree. "That was just-"

"Fuck work, Y/n," He states bluntly, noticeably calling you by your first name. He tosses the book off your desk, slams his glasses on it and spins your chair to face him. "What, in the name of everloving hell is going on? Nah, don't shake that pretty little head of yours. Don't you lie to me," He snarls, words softening. "You're going through shit and you're clearly struggling, so What. Is. It."

A new round of tears hit your eyes as you choke back a sob. "I just-" Your voice is barely coherent now. Your watery eyes meet his, and it makes your breath hitch.

Bakugou's eyes were glowing with genuine care. Under those piercing, vermilion-red eyes, you can see his raw intentions laid bare.

He cares.

The words spill from your mouth as you babble, forcing yourself to admit the things you've wanted to hide, deny or avoid this entire term.

How you spent the entire lesson on Mathematics just barely grasping the teacher's words.

How hard you've been working.

How everything you do or try still makes it seem your improvement rate is put on the lowest setting of a slow-moving conveyor belt.

And Bakugou just...listens. He sits there patiently with an attentive gaze, each word you say making his eyes gaze softer and softer until it reeks of empathy for you.

He lets you explain how you feel, and doesn't say a word as you stuff your face with tissues and strewn them on the ground.

"You done?" He asks gruffly when you stop talking, making you nod your head vigorously at him. His eyes narrow on you, "Good,"

In a flash, he stands up and grabs you, pulling you into his embrace as he wraps his warm, comforting arms around you.

"Now listen here, Y/n," He says, voice hushed but holding conviction. "I'll say this once and I'll say it until it gets into that thick skull of yours. You have no right to work yourself down that hard. I don't care what words you're branding yourself as inside that blasted mind of yours, but you are not a failure."

He takes a deep breath and continues. "You are fucking incredible no matter how stupid you think you are, and you're already working even harder than most extras in our level. So can you please stop hurting my Y/n and realise how amazing you really are?"

Your breath catches.

My Y/n.

You must be going deaf or something. There's no way in a million years that he'd call you that.

"Bakugou-"

"Say it."

"I-I-" You bury your head into his shoulder, stumbling over the embarrassingly confident words he described you with. "I'm not a failure," Your voice wobbles. Bakugou raises an eyebrow. "And?"

"I'm fucking incredible." You say, heat rushing to your cheeks.

You both pull away as you wipe your tears away. Bakugou cracks a satisfied grin. "Good. Now screw this shit, we're getting a tub of ice cream in here. You need a goddamn break."

He doesn't fix your problems magically overnight. But that caramel ice cream is a sinful treat as Bakugou makes you take a nap right after the tub is finished.

It's the best sleep you've had in months.

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When Kirishima hears about this the next day, he is adamently shocked that the both of you can so boldly claim that you're still "just friends".

Katsuki Bakugou is truly, a fucking idiot.

[reivrze]

hey there! I’ve been a follower for a bit and I wanted to finally request something…first time ever requesting so please tell me if I do anything wrong ;-;.

Hru? Finals are coming up and I am stressed out as hell, should be studying but uh-yk-who does that….💀😭😭😭😭😭

anyway I was in the middle of my anxiety thought train when I thought of like….how sunghoon was talking abt how he was 100% not an ace student and how he was embarrassed with the Enhypen members teased him about his exam score. could you do a reaction abt Niki and sunghoon (separately) reassuring a top student s/o who is stressed asf abt exams? I feel like we can all relate to that as the finals season slowly draws out. Ofc you don’t have to do it if ur busy, life comes first! 🫶☺️. I’m sorry if this is a bit uh…specific, but I would really love it if you did it!

and if you have exams to, I wish you good luck! May all 100s be blessed upon you 💖🥰🫶☺️🙌🔆!

a/n : thank you for your good luck wish and i wish you as much luck too with any upcoming exam ! first time writing for a specific set of members, but honestly, it was a lot easier ! anyways, hope you enjoy reading this ♡ ♡ ♡

pairing : bf!sunghoon x gn!reader | bf!niki x gn!reader genre : fluff warnings : anxiety

p. sunghoon . ⁺

sunghoon was on his way to your house for a date night you guys had planned. you were supposed to have a chill night together in bed, watching the show you guys had started a few weeks ago. your exams were approaching quickly and you had been studying all day, trying to squeeze in as much information as possible in your head. your eyes were betraying you as you felt them starting to close, so exhausted from the books covering your desk completely. the date long forgotten, your heart started beating quickly, your hands sweaty as fear and anxiety consumed your mind. reading through the page getting harder as your eyes got blurry with tears threatening to fall. so distracted by your current state, you had missed the knock of your door and the sound of it opening.

"y/n..? Are you okay"

at the lack of response, sunghoon started getting worried, making his way to your side. seeing the tears falling and the books laying everywhere, he understood the situation quickly. not knowing exactly what to do, he decided to pull you away from your work, taking your hand and making you get up from your chair. with a lack of words, he took you between his arms, brushing your hair, letting you cry into his t-shirt.

slowly, you started breathing a little easier, your heart calming down from its anxiety high. with the comfort of his body against your own like a blanket, you felt safe. sunghoon knew that he wouldn't be much help with all the school stuff but he knew that he could provide a safe space for you to calm down.

n. riki . ⁺

you had told niki that you'd be at the library all day because exam season was coming up soon and you had wanted to be as prepared as you could be. niki had been sulking, bored out of his mind and missing you. he had come up with the genius idea to surprise you at the library and to take you out to go eat together for lunch.

on your side, you had been feeling on edge all day, your lesson refusing to stay in your brain. you found yourself getting irritated at every sound the people around you made. you had to take a deep breath every time a book fell or a group of students would walk past, talking a little too loud for your liking.

niki had just entered the library and had gone out on a search for you. when he finally found you, he stalked behind you, preparing to surprise you to the fullest and scare you a little. what he hadn't expected was for you to lash out at him and frantically try to tell him that you had a long day and that you had no time nor the patience to deal with his childish pranks. niki had gone silent, feeling bad and a little rejected, his intentions were pure and he was just missing you.

after your little rant, you sighed, realizing that you had gone a little overboard, you felt disappointed in yourself after seeing niki's smile fall and him looking at the floor. he whispered a little apology, telling you that he didn't mean to annoy you and that he'd be on his way. you had reached out, grabbing onto his arm, apologizing and explaining that you had just been having a hard time with your studies. niki knew that school was a tough period for you recently and that it was probably stressing you out.

"wait," you cleaned up your stuff quickly, putting your back over your shoulder, telling niki that you needed a break, hoping that he'd forgive you for getting angry at him. niki could never stay mad at you for long, he offered to take your bag and you guys walked to the nearest little café, hand in hand.

© miyu 2023 - do not copy, translate, repost or plagiarise my work anywhere !

[princesssmars]

free love all around

a makidrey x reader

its valentines day at constance billard, and your best friend knows just the way to make it even more special.

wc: 4.337 (wtf)

contains: fluff. polyamory. steamy makeout(s?) at the end. reader described having hair and being shorter than max. max is a little shit and audrey is confused about her sexuality but intrigued. aki bein cute and schemey. this is just a bisexual disaster.

a/n: them. just them. i started this in early 2021 (embarrassing) when aki pissed me off but i warmed up to him more in the beginning episodes of season two so triad x reader! too bad they all pissed me off in this season but On This Page Canon Means Nothing. i just finished 75% of this in a day so so if it seems wonky im sorry.

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knock knock knock knock knock.

a loud sigh makes its way from the heap of covers in the middle of the bed in the grand bedroom. this little routine max loved happened nearly every damn week and god if it didnt annoy you every time-

knock knock knock knock knock.

you let out a long groan this time, muffling the sound of the door opening and the footsteps quickly making their way toward your bed, and just as you're about to reluctantly leave the comfort of where you sleep a giant weight plops on top of you.

"y'know i was about to berate you for sleeping in later but im actually feeling pretty comfy now."

"get off of me." you grumble, pushing your knees and arms forward to try to push your best friend off of you, making him laugh in the process.

"only if you get up." he moves his body to face you, his piercing blue eyes looking into yours.

your heart beats irregularly.

"ok fine, just move" you sigh.

he smiles victoriously, letting out a small giggle and rolling over on your bed, giving you the reluctant freedom to get up and start your day.

you move to your closet, look through your picked outfits and choose the one you feel would work for today before you move to your bathroom to wash up. until you see max get up from the bed.

"don't even think about it." you warn.

his eyes widen and the corner of his mouth quirks up slightly, showing how he thinks hes so hilarious.

“hurry up then, i need your help with something.”

you take a quick shower and put on your outfit and makeup, max’s foreboding words stuck in your mind and nearly making you poke your eye. it wasn't often that max let you in on one of his schemes, but when he did you knew your life was going to get very interesting for a few weeks.

“alright, what are you planning this time?” you ask, exiting the bathroom and grabbing your jacket and bag for school. max is already at the door, taking your hand in his as he leads you down the steps and out of your house. but not before you both say goodbye to your grandmother, who’s all sweet smiles in the mornings and has packed you some valentines themed goodies.

“don’t alright me, l/n. i swear this is finally the plan that you're going to agree with me on,” max holds your bags for you as you browse through something on your phone. once you're finished you make grabby hands for the snacks, looking through it after he quickly hands it to you to see some filled donuts and croissants. popping one in your mouth, you muffle a go-ahead for him to tell you his plan.

“first things first, I cant take all of the credit for this. our sweet little akeno helped, don't give me that look! he can be sneaky when he wants to be. anyway, both of us noticed something about audrey and need your help with it.”

“what have you noticed about her? is she acting like a diva because I'm afraid to admit that's how she’s always gonna be.” you joke, giggling when max rolls his eyes.

“obviously not that. its not about her personality but her..attraction to someone we know,” he states, sending you a pointed look that has you nearly stumbling over yourself. “don’t look so surprised, you definitely knew something was up.”

you stutter, still trying to process this load of information that's been dumped on you. “i-i knew she was being nicer to me, but I just thought she wanted some emotional support other than julien! are you seriously trying to say she has a crush on me?”

”that, my dearest, is what we’re going to find out.” his hand patting your shoulder alerts you to your surroundings, seeing you've already arrived to the crowded entrance of constance billards - st. jude’s.

he still doesn't let your hand go as you walk up to your table, the rest of your friends already sitting down and talking to each other.

“dont act so happy to see us, everybody,” you announce your presence, a collection of small greetings being directed to you.

“that’s five days in a row you’ve been late, y/n. if you need a lesson on punctuality you could always just ask.” money chides, looking at you with her iconic sarcastic smile.

“good morning to you too, money bags.” you joke, laughing along with luna as monet rolls her eyes at your silly nickname for her.

“you two look cozy.” the distinct voice of audrey hope pops up, her eyes pointed towards you and max’s conjoined hands. you hear max laugh under his breath.

deciding to tease her a bit you rush over to her and tightly wrap your arms around her, ignoring her protests so as to not ruin her outfit. “aww, don't get jealous auds. you know you’re my favorite hugging buddy.”

“you’re an idiot.”

“cmon, you know you love me.” you let her go a bit to look at her face, the blonde looking everywhere but at your eyes.

holy shit.

you look to max and aki who are sitting next to each other on one of the benches, the two of them looking at you with knowing expressions.

“did your grandma give you breakfast again? please tell me she made those stuffed donuts that I love.” aki reaches over to grab the bag from your hands, figuring you’ve caught on and will tease audrey some more. his face lights up when he sees the treats, taking a donut and biting out a large chunk.

when it came to audrey, aki was able to tell what she was thinking easily. she couldn't hide the clear distaste on her face when talking to someone she disliked, or the way she always seemed at peace when watching old hollywood movies. his girlfriend was a visually open book, which he regularly used to his advantage. but the one thing he didn't expect audrey to take a clear attraction to was you.

the way her eyes trailed after you when you headed to class, how she would frequently bring you up in conversation. he even noticed how she also did the same with their dear friend max. at first he thought it was jealousy, but now he knows there’s something more behind those eyes. it wasn't until he brought it up with max that they came up with the plan to see just how far they could push audrey until she admitted her not-so-secret feelings.

“dont be do greedy, menzies,” you snatch the bag back from his hands, “yes she made enough for everybody. including some croissants which i know you love, auds.” you say, picking out a croissant and raising it to the blonde girls mouth. she glares at you for a few seconds before leaning in and taking a bite while maintaining eye contact.

“alright I'm out of here. you four are always so weird.” monet gags before rushing from the table to class, the rest of your friends laughing and agreeing before trailing after her.

“and then there were four,” max muttered, wearing his usual smirk and putting his arms around aki and audrey’s shoulders before looking at you. “what ever shall we do now?”

“not whatever you’re planning. ill see you three at lunch,” you say goodbye to the three before heading to class. you would need some alone time to process what just happened and what it meant for your relationship with your best friends.

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right after your english literature class with audrey ended, the girl tells you not to wait up for her as the teacher wants to over her last essay with her. walking the short distance into the middle courtyard, you see max and aki already at your table and engaged in normal conversation. walking over, max roughly pulls you into a side embrace, dragging you halfway onto the table.

“if it isn't our little star of the evening,” max gushed, smiling brightly at you.

“its eleven in the morning.”

“just enjoy my compliments, y/n.” ”anyway,” aki butts it, leaning forward to get a better part in the conversation. “thanks for going along with the plan so effortlessly this morning. we were going to take it a bit further tonight.”

they smile at you, aki’s hesitant and max’s borderline devilish.

“oh god what is it now?” you ask, slapping max’s thigh and laughing at his squeal.

“stop doing that! and what dear akeno was going to say was that he wants us to make it look like we're close so audrey gets a little jealous.”

your brows squint in confusion. “but we are close. we’re nearly attached at the hip most of the time?”

“he means make it look like we’re screwing.”

you move to smack max again, but he seems to expect it as he laughs and moves out of your hand's trajectory. you'd gotten used to max’s potty mouth but that didn't mean he could just say things like that in public. especially with this stupid gossip girl thing going around.

“have some class, wolfe.”

“if i did id be a different person, l/n. and we all know you'd miss my charming personality.” he purrs, throwing an arm around your shoulder. he’s really committed to this act, you think, as he looks like he wants to eat you alive. ”i can't believe im saying this but max is right,” aki says, smiling at max’s faux-insulted face, “if there's one thing i know about audrey its that when she feels like she’s missing out on something she will do everything she can to get it. she spent three hours last tuesday looking for a vintage chanel purse that got discontinued almost thirty years ago.”

“she definitely is persistent when she wants to be. which is precisely why this will work if me and y/n shag it up.” max leers. you consider criticizing his choice of words but decide to leave it.

“ok, so we make her jealous, and then what? she figures out her sexuality? what else?” you question.

they both open their mouths to speak but stop, not having thought that far. you can feel yourself slowly losing hope in them before max finally speaks.

“we’ll figure it out when is happens.”

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its a few hours later that you’re back at home, getting dressed as you wait for max to come back from his house so you can go to dumbo hall together as the next part of the plan. throughout the whole school day, max had taken his part of the plan very seriously, treating you how he would one of his new flames.

he moved his desk right next to yours in your language class, unsuccessfully trying to persuade the teacher to let him stay and let the two of you work together, he held your hand as he walked you to your final class before pointing out how audrey was staring at your conjoined hands like they were her mortal enemy.

before you got in your lift home, he bid you goodbye with a long kiss right on your cheek, smirking at your shocked expression. you could've sworn you heard an all too familiar scoff and a mass of blonde hair storming in your opposite direction.

knock knock knock.

fixing up the last of your makeup and touching up your hair, you glide over to your bedroom door before opening it. in front of you stands max, wearing a not all the way buttoned up striped silk shirt with white pants and dress shoes. a classic max wolfe get-up but entrancing as always.

you try to ignore his eyes dragging up and down your body, his eyes lingering on your hips and chest before resting on your eyes.

“i don't know it could use a few touch-ups,” max purrs as steps closer to you, your neck having to crane to look up at him, “y’know i wouldn't mind helping you out of that and being a little late.”

“oh shut up, you flirt.” you groan, pushing his smiling face out of your way to head downstairs to your shared lift. max trails after you, hot on your heels as he takes your hand to help you step into the car without flashing someone because of your dress.

the ride there is mostly silent and it surprises you. in a good way. you'd been best friends with max for years now and it seemed like every time you two shared a space you were always talking about something, whether it be his recent sexual adventures or one of your new achievements.

but this silence was…comfortable. he didnt say any other innuendos about your looks, deciding to just sit beside you and look out the window, his left hand slightly brushing your right. you dont say anything when he conjoins your hands together, no cameras around to see you.

you enjoy the prospect of having him in privacy more than you'd like to admit. it takes more of you to admit that it feels like someones something’s missing.

when the car stops outside the building of dumbo, max helps you outside of the car and stays beside you up the elevator to the bar, keeping a pale hand on the bottom of your back as he gently guides you. its quiet again in the elevator unil you get a shared message from aki.

aki : we'll be there soon. gossip girl wont shut up about you two. audrey is 😾. almost done!

you both laugh at his message, all too familiar with audreys signature pout when she's pissed off. you told her once in eighth grade that she looked like a kitten when she did it and she told you to shut up. she's been using the cat emojis since.

“just one more push and audrey will finally join the alphabet alliance.” max laughs.

“did you ever think this would happen?” you ask. “i mean it in the nicest way but auds always seemed like the straightest girl ever.”

“so did i until what happened last summer.” max laughs but cuts himself off, looking like he really didnt want that to slip out.

your brows raise. “what happened last summer?”

“iiii don't know what you're talking about. it was a completely normal day with friends being normal. about each other. yup.”

max wolfe was caught off guard. if it weren't so shocking you would have taken a picture for memory's sake.

“cmon, you can tell me maxie,” you tease, bringing out the pet name you used to call him when you were little.

“nope. mhm. not falling for it.”

before you can question him further the elevator stops on the top floor, the familiar dark yellowish lighting and mingling twenty-somethings welcoming you into the space.

max rushes out of the elevator, trying his best to avoid telling you what happened last summer. in the short walk over to the seating area, you keep your eye on him as he maneuvers over to the bar, hopefully ordering your favorite cocktail. you would need it for the night ahead.

you feel a hand wrap around your wrist before pulling you down onto the couch, your brain stalling as it rushes to comprehend what just happened. thankfully, it's just luna. horribly, it's just luna.

“tell me everything. when did you two hook up? or are you only dating? i really doubt it because your sexual chemistry is through the roof-”

“lune!” you groan, stopping her inquiries as she giggles at you. while you loved luna and went to her for advice often, she really knew how to pry to get you to open up to her.

“we aren't actually together,” you whisper, “its just to help someone figure something out.”

luna’s brow raises. “sounds like a weird favor, but i’ll play along. but be honest with me, when this person figures out whatever it is they need to figure out, are you sure you’l be able to just…go back to normal?”

“yeah, of course, we will.” it takes you a few seconds to answer, and you can tell by the look on the brunette's face that she doesn't believe you.

you're not that sure you believe in yourself either.

a glass of f/c enters your vision and you take it happily, thanking max as he settles on the couch next to you, throwing an arm around your shoulder. you try your best to ignore luna’ stare.

it’s a while later that the golden couple makes their appearance. aki looks good as usual, managing to effortlessly loo both adorable and enticing. he looks at you and gives a little smile and wave. it’s so sweet you don't know if those are butterflies in your stomach or plain sickness.

audrey is standing hand in hand with him and god does she take your breath away each time she dolls up. her watching old hollywood movies as a kid and falling in love with the styles that suited her perfectly, the blonde wearing a simple black halter neck gown with a diamond chain necklace. her hair is flowing over her back and shoulders, perfectly framing her face.

she ignores the both of you, flopping down on the couch in front of you and starting up a pointless conversation with julien, whose eyes dart between the four of you.

aki laughs under his breath and sits beside her, all of you struggling not to laugh at her little hmpf as she scoots away from him.

you get in the group chat when he waves his phone in your direction.

max : well she looks cheery

aki : she thinks i knew about the two of you dating and didn't tell her.

y/n : so she's upset with all of us. how do we make her realize she’s got a big fat crush on me if she’s going to avoid me like last season's manolos?

max : i’ve got an idea

as soon as you read the message max grabs your arm with that devious look on his face and announces that you two are going to talk in private. you look to aki who shrugs and audrey who is barely concealing her annoyance.

max takes you across the room and inside a set of doors, pulling them almost all the way shut before he turns to you.

“i’ve got an idea,” he says.

“so I've heard,” you laugh. “did you have to drag me across the whole room to tell me?”

“it was that week at the hamptons.”

your laugh stops. “what are you talking about?”

he sighs. “last summer, that week at the hamptons. we were hanging at the beach and when you came out of the water audrey was staring at you. and then that girl came up and started flirting with you and she was the angriest I've ever seen her.”

your brain takes in what he’s telling you and it helps explain… so much. how in the span of a few hours audrey went from asking you to help her get changed to getting shy when you noticed a birthmark on her ribcage. from asking you constantly when you were going to finally find a cute person to take you out to gagging at every person in your dm’s.

you just wished she would have voiced this to you. you noticed her slight jealousy and just took it as her being protective. you had told her numerous times that she was the only girl in your life, knowing the problems she had with abandonment, always telling her there would be room for her. it breaks your heart to think how she felt knowing you didn't feel the same.

but then there's akeno, your dear friend and audreys boyfriend. it was safe to say everyone - minus monet and maybe obie - had a crush on the pink-haired boy at some point. he was kind and maybe a bit too indecisive, but if you had a problem he was the most level-headed person you knew and he put things into perspective when you needed it. you remember when you came back from a trip thinking everyone had forgotten your birthday only to be surprised by a birthday party thrown by no one other than aki.

“i just wish she would have told me.” you sigh. you look at max’s face to see his mouth in a thin line as he stares at any place in the room but you. “maxie? what’s wrong?”

“god, stop with that nick - you know what, im just gonna say it. i only notice audrey was staring at you because i was. i mean, you do realize you’re fucking gorgeous, right? we really should have expected this. the friends to lovers thing is pretty played out but i thought i would wait it out long enough to-”

max’s rambling is abruptly cut off when you grab the back of his head and bring his lips to yours. it takes him a few seconds to realize what's happening before he kisses back, but when he does… you’d heard talk from boys and girls around school about the skill of max wolfe’s mouth but you had no idea it could feel as good as this.

it was both desperate but sweet, the kiss of two people who were long overdue to indulge in each other this way. its not long into it that his mouth prods yours open, his tongue meeting yours when you do so willingly. the suddenness and intensity of the kiss makes you dizzy, your hands blindly coming up to pull harshly at the brunette's hair. he moans into the kiss, slightly pulling away and smiling when you chase after his mouth.

“i guess it's safe to say we’re on the same page,” he breathes, the breathiness of his voice making you want to kiss him until he can't speak, “i always had a feeling you'd be a good kisser but jesus,”

“shut up, wolfe.”

“make me, l/n.”

he doesn't have to tell you twice before you’re bringing him back to you. this time he takes more charge, his large hands wrapping up from your back and pulling you in. he moves the attack of his mouth to your neck, sucking so hard at one spot that you know there’ll be a hickey but that excites you even further-

you slightly open your eyes in ecstasy and widen them when they lock with audrey’s in the doorway. aki is standing behind her, looking both scared but…supportive?

you (reluctantly) push max off of you, and the small noise of confusion he makes almost makes the situation better. almost.

audrey steels herself and drags aki further into the room before commanding he close and lock the door, turning back to the two of you stuck standing like kids who were caught stealing from the cookie jar.

“so it’s true. you two are sleeping around and you didnt even bother telling me.” she seethes. but you know her. she puts up an angry front because she’s hurt.

“yup, sorry auds but we wanted to keep it a secret for a bit longer. it was fun to sneak around behind everyone’s backs, anyway,” max boasts, sliding up behind you and wrapping his arms around you. “we would have told you eventually. we didnt think you would get so upset.”

“obviously im upset! my two best friends are sneaking around behind my back!”

“but…are you sure that’s why your upset?” you ask her.

she halts, keeping eye contact with you as she studies your face. you can see the moment she understands but squash it down, in fear that you don’t really mean what you say.

“of course. i should know these things. im…happy for you.”

“babe, c’mon,” aki begs, moving to join you by your side. “it’s ok, trust me. we know. that’s why we did this.”

she squints, eyes flickering between the three of you before she scoffs out a laugh and folds her hands over her chest. “you’re all assholes, you know that? if you had an inkling about how i do or don’t feel you could talk to me like normal people.”

glad she’s not that upset, you rush in and hug her body close to yours, lifting her a bit up off the ground as she yelps and slaps you on the shoulder. it doesn't help, she's barely concealing a smile when you look at her. you turn back to look at aki, who rolls his eye and mouths a “duh” at you before you move in and kiss audrey hope like you’ve been waiting a lifetime for it.

it’s both different but the same as max’s kiss, the desperation still there but less hurried. its slow and soft, comforting knowing you’ll get to do this again as much as you want now. that fat shocks you into pulling away from her, her eyes blinking up at you as she smiles prettily, the non-smudge lipstick that you got her working like a charm.

you feel a tap on your shoulder and look to your boys, the two having shared flushed cheeks and grins. deciding to finish your perfect little square, you giggle as you move over to give aki a sweet kiss as max drags in audrey for the same.

when all of you stop, you stand in silence for a minute just sharing looks before you all start laughing. normally after something like this you'd be nervous, wondering if you just ruined a relationship, but with the three of them you felt safe. you didnt have to worry about what you were, what you would do in the morning, or even the next few minutes. you just got to laugh in happiness with your favorite people knowing they felt the same about you.

.

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[nattspencer]

Awakening

Lady Lesso X Reader

Summary: Always competing with Lesso for the first of the class, the red head finally demands to have the Reader’s mother diary.

A/N: English is not my first language, I’m really sorry for any mistakes. This took me forever to write and to be honest I didn’t quite like the result, i’m really sorry for whoever requested this story but beilieve me, that was the best I could pull off, also, sorry for taking it so long. As always, I’ll still be trying my best to write great stories, so if you have any ideas and want to send me a request, I might take long, but I’ll try my best!

Warnings: bad language, mentios of smut, betrayal, angst, fluffy parts, no happy ending

Word count: 3.6k

The GIF is not mine.

          Some days you wish just not to have been born at all. Being the daughter of someone so well known, feared and respected like your mother meant that there was always a huge amount of pressure on top of you, even when you were just a kid, for you to be the best of the new generation, to achieve what your mother couldn’t, to bring evil to its golden age, or better, to its darkest age, to do what no one else could and bring glory to your family. And seriously? You couldn’t hate more all of this bullshit.

          Not that you didn’t want to be great, powerful or evil, no, the sight of people being tortured, terrified and broken was just too amusing to resist, the screams were your lullaby, you definitely wanted all of that, however, all of the pressure about it on top of your own perfectionism absolutely drives you crazy. One thing was wanting to be great, another completely different thing was to be demanded to be great, otherwise you would bring disgrace to the name of your mother, foreshadow all of what she accomplished and bury her legacy into forgetfulness.

          The days where the pressure became too hard to bear by yourself were the days you missed your home the most. Diablo of course always put that states for your raising and education way up high in the stratosphere, always urging to unleash the very bad parts of you, just as your mother would wish if she were alive, nevertheless, he was also your rock, your safe place to crumble, to put yourself back together again, and safety was definitely the hardest thing to have when you were a Never. Trust no one, that was the ultimate rule.

          Surrounded by people yet always lonely, that was the fate assigned for you. Don’t get me wrong, you had your fair pair of friends that actually seemed very loyal to you, however none of them scored as high as you on the tests, and you knew better than trusting blindly on people, that was an Ever’s thing to do. Deep down you worried that they were only your friend because you had been given your mother’s diary, which among other things, contained tips and tests questions about every single subject in the school. 

          All this worry and caution nonetheless, were unconsciously thrown up in the air when the subject was a silly smart devious reader that had been battling with you for the number one position in your classes. Leonora of woods beyond, now Lady Lesso, was the furthest and the closest thing of a true friend you had. Furthest because you were always fighting, teasing and deriding each other, she was absolutely infuriating and would do everything in her power to outrival you. Closest because she was the only one that actually understood you, your only company to your cold sleepless studying nights, and something within you just… liked her.

          Something also tells you that she might not despise you as much as she tries to portray. It wasn’t rare to find yourself waking up in the library with an unknown warm blanket resting carefully upon your shoulders, the scent of ginger tea and petrichor intoxicating your senses, lulling you into a peaceful, deserving sleep. Somehow you never had any of your usual nightmares in these nights, of course, you blamed your unbelievable state of tiredness, never fully wanting to admit how much the redhead had grown on you.

          Your own blanket also rested on her shoulders a few times, the library as the whole school of evil was especially uncomfortably cold at the late hours, and you would never just see her shivering body shrink and do nothing about it, maybe if she was someone else. 

          Returning the given blankets back, however, was a particularly fun activity to do. None of you wanted to lose and admit that they were grateful for the small gesture, so it always led to an insane battle of flirting and teasing that was amusing for both of you.

          “Here, your blanket, little dove” You said handing her black fluffy blanket back, for some reason you slept with it the whole night, even when you were at your own dorm.

          “Oh, did it serve well the damsel in distress?” Lesso said with a snare smile and a raised eyebrow.

          “It did my mighty knight, it was really comforting and cozy, thank you for caring so much for little old me, I might be growing a little too big in that rotten heart of yours” Your voice was in a higher pitch, trying to impersonate the way some ever princess speak.

          “My, my, rotten heart, you really say the most delightful things baby girl, maybe your mouth isn’t so bad after all” Her left hand pressed against the stone wall with her weight at the side of your head, half trapping you there.

          “Oh no, my mouth is as bad as its owner, but that doesn't mean it can’t drive you crazy” A mischievous smile painted your lips.

          “You bark a lot little minx, your bite must not be so exquisite after all” Your faces were inches apart and challenge was dancing in your and Lesso’s eyes, the high difference making her look slightly down.

          “Who knows? I haven’t heard any complains tho” You shrug.

          “Low standards is definitely something around this place” Lesso says leaning backwards and dropping her hand from the wall, recomposing herself in a indifference façade.

          “Guess you would have to find it for yourself. Too afraid you might like it a little too much?” Your hands boldly touches underneath her chin in a father like motion.

          “You wish” The last thing you see is a dramatic roll of her eyes before she starts walking again, her blanket between her hands.

          Sometimes, just like now when she wasn’t looking or paying any attention, you got the strange habit of noticing the little things about her. You could draw by heart the shape of her back, and would recognize her in any type of crowd. The sharp edges of her face, the beautiful curls of her red cascade, the cruelty and determination in her eyes facing something new, the way her face twists when she can’t quite understand some subject, her habit of slightly taping her long fingers on the desk when she is anxious, well, you could spend hours just naming all of it, actually, thinking about it now, that’s kinda weird, nonetheless you can’t deny, she is absolutely hot. 

          Also, from time to time, you could feel her eager eyes on your figure when you were doing something else, normally it would be just a sting in your spine and when you tried to look back at her she would distracted by some other thing, however, you knew better and caught her looking at you though random reflections in the room once or twice. You always wondered why, maybe she was just trying to have any type of wicked ideas about what her next prank would be, but something about the look in her eyes on those occasions just made your stomach twist and flip on itself. Odd.

          Hundreds of snowflakes fell thick out of the window now, painting everything pale, dead and white. It was the middle of the finals test week, soon enough you would be home with some cozy hot chocolate made by your favorite bird that because of one of your mother’s gifts, could turn itself human to take care of you. Tiredness weighed heavy on your shoulders and more than anything your mother’s diary was your safehouse, not because it had the answers for the test, but because it made you feel closer to her. She passed away when you were only ten years old, and honestly, she could be bad and all, but there wasn’t a single day you didn’t miss her. 

          Two tests left, just this, two tests and you are ready to go. These were the thoughts that kept you going though that day, your eyes were clouded due the lack of sleep and all you wanted was burying yourself in your bed. While returning some books to the library before going to your chambers, you saw her slim figure in one of the desks, Lesso’s hand barely supporting her sleepy head, falling constantly in and out of the morpheus realm. You knew she was just stubborn enough to keep like that for hours, your conscious self decided to just tease and play with her, however, the buried, cover, forbidden, parts of you wanted her to go quickly to bed, she deserved to rest. 

          “As much delicious the sight of you drooling is, I don’t think it’s worth ruining a perfectly good book, especially at the test week” You stood behind her and sneakily bend down to whisper the words in her ear, watching closely her body reacts to you as she startle slightly, making you be able to see in first hand her scruffs’ hair rising.

          “Says the one who doesn’t even have to study by the books. Mommy’s girl is too good for that” The woman said in a monotone voice, her last words dripping with venom while she turned to look directly at you. In response your body straighten and you look down at her seated position.

          “As if I didn’t get to see your ugly face almost every day in this ragged old dusty library. I study as much as you do Lesso, don’t blame my mother’s diary for you being often second best” You knew you hit the wasp nest, but the flame and rage in her eyes just made her so much more attractive. She immediately got up and stared at your eyes, no personal space between you.

          “Say that again to my face” The taller woman dared you inches away from your head, her breath fanning your features sending a chill around your spine and making your stomach twist in a weird way. You could see the devil in her façade and her voice would make any great villain feel like an naive hero.

          “No need for getting all worked up baby girl, you know you always put on a good fight” You smiled, this woman definitely drives you mad, in this villainess mode then, for hades sake she just looks luscious.

          “Don’t underestimate me just because I wasn’t born in this place” She hissed between her teeth.

          “Oh, I would never think of it, I’m well aware of the threat you are” Your left hand drifted between one of her red curls, toying purposelessly with it “Sometimes I wish you were put on the school for good, just to have you as my own witted nemesis” There was a glimmer of desire in your eyes and you could see a fire roaming and dancing behind her own.

          “As much as being good disgusted me, having killing you as my destiny makes me quite amused” Her lips twisted in the most blissful way, full of lust and cruelty.

          “Likewise darling. Now, if you excuse me, I’ll go to sleep as this is a important part of the learning process, and I would recommend you to do the same, if you still wanna put up a good fight tomorrow” You said stepping away from her, your smile never left your lips.

          “Do your worst little Mal” The nickname she gave you after your mother, Maleficent slipped from her mouth in a challenging voice.

          “Oh I always do, hellish dreams, Leonora” That was the last words you said, already on the way to your dorm.

          Your heart was pounding fast on your ribcage as it always does when you get to be this close with the red head, your stomach was equally strange, but there was a large grin painted across your face. Secretly you loved the effect she had on you, and you loved even more the effect you knew you had on her, seeing all her little subtle reactions were more amusing then you dared to admit. 

          Surprisingly calm, that’s how you would define today’s test. It wasn’t easy, actually it was very far from it, only you and Lesso were the ones to put up a fight and get almost all the questions right, however, in the end, as usual, you managed - barely - to beat her and get the first place. If eyes could kill, you would probably be dead by now, normally you wouldn’t care for things like that, but she just gets so much prettier when she is pissed, and you just loved being the one dragging those expressions to the surface. 

          After the test you headed straight to your chambers, as always at this time, you were a bit too exhausted and you already had studied for the last test tomorrow, all you really needed was a big refreshing time of sleep, so when you woke up, you could just go over your notes and be able to do the test with full attention. 

          Fogged minded and sleepy you walk carelessly to your dorm, when suddenly something throws you roughly against the cold hard stone walls of the castle, her scent invading your nostrils as she has a hand painfully tight on your throat. Her breath fanned your face and her sculptural body was tied into yours.

          “Give me the fucking diary” The way she swears just did something between your legs.

          “I don’t think so beauty, that’s private property i’m afraid” You said with a snare smile.

          “And since when a Never cares about it? I want it, I’ll take it, I’ll claim it” The hand on your throat tightness slyly and her left grabbed your face roughly.

          “Oh… did I just make you so very frustrated you needed to assault me for it? Tsc tsc you should study harder little lamb” You said playing with fire.

          “You’re cheating you filthy bitch, you have the fucking answers” Lesso spat the words at your face and you could feel her breath fanning roughly your hair.

          “Oh your mouth really says the most delicious things baby girl. However, I’m afraid I don’t give a fuck, nor our teachers” The snare smile never left your lips, you were supposed to be scared, or concern, or trying to free yourself however, you now find yourself enjoying every single second of it.

          “I could kill you right here right now” Lesso threatens again.

          “But you won’t, because you adore toying with me as much as I adore toying with you” Your left hand is now drafting between her red curls.

          “I can find new pets” She said with a raised eyebrow but a well known smile was creeping on her lips.

          “Not in this school, not in the same way we toy my little pet. You desire me Leonora” Your hand is now caressing her scruff scratching it and pulling it, while your right embraced her waist, dragging her even closer to you, as if it was even possible.

          “The feeling it’s not unilateral, I can see your hungry eyes on little old me every time I get closer” Her right hand left your face and enchase itself on your own waist, while she caressed the skin of your neck with her left thumb, still grabbing your throat.

          “Perhaps we could use this anger of yours to do something way more ravishing” You asked biting your lips at staring at her own.

          “Why do you get so much more attractive like this, fuck-” Her lips crashed on yours harshly and her hands squeezed your waist deliciously, everything in your conscious went black, as all you could feel was her, her body, her hands. 

          Didn’t take long for her tongue to meet yours, and god, it was better than any daydream you could ever dare to have. You let her dominate while a deep moan ripper though your throat making her groan in response. The cold weather of the castle faded, everything turned hot as flaming blazes roamed in a decaying empire and both of your bodies weld like cast iron. 

          When air was needed and the kiss needed to be broken, Lesso’s devious mouth didn’t dare to rest. It traveled sinuously down to your neck, kissing, sucking, biting, bruising everything along the way as you gasp for air. Half of your fogged mind remind you that you were in the middle of the dark corridor near your room and if someone passed by you would be screwed, and not in a good way, but damn, it was so fucking hard to think anything coherent when she was almost eating your neck off.

          “Less- Leo-” You tried to say when a moan erupted on your throat as she just sucked the right place “My room. Now” That was all you could manage to say.

          “Lead” She said, detaching from your neck and looking at your eyes, breathless. 

          Taking a long deep breath, you grabbed her collar and dragged her towards your room. As soon as you arrived you opened the door and pushed her roughly in, closing it behind you as you pinning her, your mouth finding its way to its newest addiction, her own.

          No sound will ever be as pleasant as the sound of her voice issuing the lowest notes as she moans delightfully, when your mouth finds the right spots on her neck, sucking and abusing her skin just as she did with yours. 

          In that room evening turned into night as the hours faded in pure pleasure. You and Lesso fucked, had sex and loved eachother blissfully as you toggle between showing your truest feelings and succumb into the deepest pleasure full of roughness and devilish delight. You didn’t count how many times you and her cummed together, how many times you felt her taste and she felt yours, however you only stopped when your bodies couldn’t physically keep up with your desire, and begged you to give yourselves up to the sound sleep waiting for you.

          A wet red mane was spreaded across your sweat chest, as Leonora’s body rested tangled on yours. Your right hand gently caressed her scalp, and your left drew incomprehensible symbols on the small of her naked back. Only a thin sheet covered half of your bodies and for the first time in many many months, you finally felt at home, with her in your arms. 

          “I wish we fought less” You said almost in a whisper, staring at the ceiling.

          “Why?” Lesso asks sleepy.

          “So I could finally get to really know you” Your eyes drift slowly towards her “Not only by your mannerisms. I see you Leo. But I wish I could truly talk to you, get to know how you truly are without the shell you and I have built to ourselves”

          “Leo?” She asked raising her head from your chest and facing you.

          “Yeah, sorry, nevermind, forget what I said” Your eyes avoid her and the ceiling looks suddenly so much more interesting.

          “No, I like it” Lesso gently turns your head towards her, her eyes so much softer than you ever saw “My mom used to call me Leo” She confesses.

          “Can I call you like that?”

          “Only when we are alone”

          “Only when we are alone” You repeat as she lays again against you.

          “I see you too” 

          “What?” You ask gently.

          “I see the little things you do, how you try your best in everything you do, how your eyes frown when something doesn’t go as you expected, how you smile slightly when some of your friends achieve good grades” She sighs “What I wanna say is that I see you, and I like what I see”

          “I really like you too”

          “Maybe when this test week is over, we could have a lunch, and maybe we could talk, in that silly way you want”

          “Good”

          “Good” That was the last thing you said and heard before the tiredness came over your body and you surrendered to Morpheus' realm.

          That night was so much more than you could ever dared to dream, however, the higher you get, the greater the fall. A hot unpleasant ray of sunshine striked your face rudely, making you wake up annoyed and almost blind by the strong light that came through the window. You sit down lazely and rub your eyes, realization hits you as Leonora can’t be found nowhere, the drawer you kept your mother’s diary laying open, broken into, just as the piece of your dying heart shattered. 

          You should know better. You are a N.E.V.E.R, you only get nightmares, not dreams, and it was as if the destiny wanted to show where you belong, what is your place, as someone who doesn’t deserve a happy ending, as an rotting person who is dead long before your heart strikes for the last time. You are not loved, everyone who loved you is dead, and soon Diablo will be too, so you are left there, alone, as it was supposed to be.

          While tears stream down your face and you die a little more, all you managed to do was to clap your hands. Well played Lesso, toying with one just to get what you want, betraying their trust, using them, making them feel loved, god that was just the cherry on top, so cruel, so perfect, it was a masterpiece indeed. Any teacher would be proud of her, and she definitely got first place this time, but you will make sure it is the last one. Every villain needs an awakening, she was yours. Even if your rotting heart dares to love her, you would rip it from your chest and bury it, you don’t deserve happiness anyways.

[florestmoon]

Such a strange girl. (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: Two of Hawkin’s branded Freaks form a friendship. Who can say they were surprised ? Eddie finds himself drawn to your personality and falls deeper as you make a place in his life.

Warnings: Reader is plus size/chubby because I said so. Mentions of a dead frog. lots of fluff to make up for my last fic ((: kinda all over the place lol

A/N: reader is inspired by Misty Day and Luna Lovegood because they are both INFPs in my heart, and those are my favorite type of people as I am one too. Also, let’s act like that dissection of frog lesson happens in high school instead of middle school ooook? Thank you and enjoy <3

Yes the title is inspired by The Perfect Girl by Mareux despite it not going with the aesthetic

“And you sure this is 15 grams?” The blonde pothead eyes Eddie suspiciously as he shook the baggy in between his fingers. Eddie’s innocent smile meeting that suspicion as he leaned himself against the wooden picnic table.

“Yeah, man. You can measure yourself if ya want.” He states simply, leaning his chin against his palm as he watched his customer continue to inspect the weed. He let out a grunt as his patience started to wear thin, “Are you going to pay me or not? You can always find some-”

“Fine.” A few 20 dollar bills were shoved into his hands. Eddie nodding at the pothead which he scoffed in return before walked away, leaving him alone in the woods that wrapped around Hawkins high.

“sucker.” Eddie snorts, pocketing the money for the weed he overcharged for. The pothead was an old customer who has screwed him over a few times, so he didn’t feel too bad for increasing his prices. He shuts the black metal lunchbox shut and jumps off the table.

He stretches out, pulling his arms above his head. The warmth of the sun kissing his skin in return when he looks up at the sky. He had half the mind to stay in his safe spot in the trees but figured Dustin would talk his ear off for missing lunch and his ideas for the next campaign.

That kid never gave him a break.it seemed although he was latched onto his side any change he got during school hours, finding him between class period or their breaks. He would go as far to ask for a few rides. Eddie didn't actually feel too annoyed at him. His amusement and pride at being looked up too by the new freshman made his days in Hawkins a little better.

Only a little bit.

Lunchbox rattling its items as he swings it beside him, Eddie makes his way through the woods. Taking slow steps to draw out the time before he has to walk in that crowded cafeteria.

Rustling off to the side catches his attention, tearing his tired gaze from a squirrel off the distance towards another secluded area that was rid of any trees. It was adorned with bushes and another picnic bench. There was a knitted bag discarded on top.

He made way towards the table, eying the bag before looking back at the bushes that were slightly shaking just moments before. He stares, not willing to get any closer because he’s seen enough horror movies to know that is the stupidest idea one could make and Eddie was not going to be the first kill in Hawkin’s encounter with a serial killer-

He had got distracted by his inner monologue when your figure suddenly pushing the leafs apart to step out had caught him by surprise.

“Jesus Christ!!” He yells as he trips backward, catching himself before he could fall on his ass. You stood up blinking owlishly at him before dusting off your long skirt. Picking off some sticks that had gotten stuck into the threads of the fabric, and leaves off the end of your hair. The actions so eerily calm and calculated as though you didn’t notice the panic expression on eddie’s face.

“Uh..” he struggles when you busied yourself with fixing your clothes. His voice catching your attention and your eyes finally gazing up at him again questionly. “. You nearly gave me a heart attack?”

“Oh I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to.” You tilt your head at him.

“No, its ..it's um, it’s fine ?” He cleared his throat and crossed his arms across his chest and mimicked the tilt of your head with his own. Squinting his eyes at you, quickly taking in your appearance.

Black knitted cami top with a white see through bell sleeve top that showed off your soft arms. A brown long skirt with different patterns hugged your wider hips and tummy, the material becoming flowy just below your thighs and would have been touching the floor were it not for your multi colored clog low heels.

He recognized you immediately. He seen you around school between classes in the hallway. Your lockers were across from each other and he often found himself admiring the mismatched colors of your outfits. While he liked his monochrome clothes that filled his closet, he could appreciate your choice. It was cute.

You sat in the back in science class, often humming to yourself as you stared off out the windows while the teacher droned on and on about whatever lesson was placed that day. You were always scolded for your daydreaming but you never seemed bothered. Always smiling sweetly at the teacher and urging him to continue.

Everyone knew you were different. The same way many branded Eddie and his friends as freaks because of their choice of music and hobbies that surrounded a fantasy game. You were the weird girl of Hawkins.

“I just wasn’t expecting you to pop out like that on me.” he finally speaks again to snap him out of his staring. “Are you okay? Did you fall in there?”

“Nope.” You pop your lips as you move past him with a disappointed sigh. “I was looking for mushrooms.”

“Oh cool…” he pauses, “mushrooms?”

“Mhm. But it seems there aren't any in this part of the woods.” You frown as you circle slowly to look around you, focusing on some roots of the trees a bit ahead. “Little guys are hiding from me.”

Eddie followed your movements with a turn of his eyes, dropping his hands from their crossed position to lean against the table. Knocking his one of his ring knuckles on the edge. “Aren’t you suppose to not be touching random mushrooms, I ate one when I was 8 years old and was sent to the hospital.”

“You must have eaten a death cap, or a podostroma!” You beam and looks towards him in curiosity. “There are a few poisonous ones, but there are many more that are safe. Even edible.”

You walk towards him taking him in. “Those that I named can kill you, so it’s a surprise you survived that.”

“Yeah well, my dad probably would have been happier of that outcome than the hospital bill.” He chuckles before nearly grimacing at the darkness of the joke. He had a habit of using dark humor to deal with his past trauma. It helped him get better at dealing with his emotions, along with joking at his bullies to make their teasing a little easier to handle. He forgot that you may not react in a way his other friends do to his jokes, but when he looked back at you, you were surveying him amusingly.

“Oh I understand. I had my fair share of hospital visits. One time I got a broken arm from falling off a tree.” You grab your knitted bag and pull it over your shoulders. “Daddy didn't believe when I told him a fairy chased me out of it’s home.”

Eddie couldn't stop the bark of laughter that erupted from the unusual statement. Not to make fun of you or doubt you, just a little on the latter, but because how sincere you sounded. Your eyebrows furrowed as though it was vivid memory that you knew was true.

“I’m on the fairy’s side,” he grins at you after a moment. “Not cool to trespass on someone’s pad man.”

You shrug, beginning to walk away from him and forcing Eddie to hastily grab his lunchbox and catch up to walk beside you. “That’s true. I apologized by putting honey in a jar by the tree when I came back. They like sweets.”

“Is that so?” You hum as an answer him and look ahead at the many students that were playing a game of soccer out on the field that connected with the entry to the woods.

“Interesting..” he mumbles to himself, allowing to believe the fantasies you seemed to be confident in. Who was he to say anything when his own favorite game was build on it? Before he could try to keep the conversation flowing, building the courage to even ask your name despite already knowing it, you gasped and ran ahead towards a tree that was at the end of the tree line.

You bend down to look at a few white mushrooms that sprouted from the tree, tucked between the large roots surrounded by dirt. You touched the top of them gently and whispered. “Hey little guys.”

You took out a small pocket knife and carefully cut the ends of a few. Standing back up, you turned towards Eddie who was watching you with curious eyes, and grabbed his wrist to turn his hand palms up.

“Oh-”

“Nature’s candy!” You smile as you drop the mushrooms in his hands. “These you can eat. No hospital visits.”

Eddie barely glances at the mushrooms, staring at you when you close his fingers over the mushrooms carefully and look up at him. “I promise these will taste better.”

“Oh o-okay,” he gulps and breaks the eye contact to look down at your fingers over his. “Thanks.”

You nod happily and pull away, much to his dismay. He missed the touch already. The bell ringing snaps your attention back to the school building and sigh dreamily. “We missed the pudding they gave out at lunch today. Oh well.”

With a shrug, you walk away and begin making your way across the field. Eddie follows close behind, playing with the mushroom in hand as he watches the back of your head.

-

Eddie was not in fact happy that someone asked to meet up in the woods again the next day during lunch. He was not happy at the idea of walking the same path to find the secluded area that he met you 24 hours prior. And he definitely was not happy to see you sitting with your legs criss crossed on top of the wooden table. Hands placed beside you and holding your body as you lean backwards, head tilted up towards the sky with your eyes closed.

Your hair spread flowing down your exposed shoulders and he was not staring by a tree like a creep. You tilt your head towards him, a few strands brushing off your shoulder. Eyes staying close as you regard him. “Hi Eddie.”

Shit.

He coughs onto his hand and ignores the flush that threatens to take over the back of his neck. “Shit, ha. Yeah, how’d you even know I was there?” He laughs nervously as he placed his hands in his jackets pockets and walks towards your relaxed figure. You were wearing a white sun dress with boots.

“I saw you walking towards where you always deal.” You say nonchalantly, “did you try the mushroom?”

“Yeah,” he gotten high and shoved the full thing in his mouth, gagging at the dryness and realize he was stupid enough to not even cook it or do something different with it. “It tasted amazing. 10/10, I think i’m going to become vegan and just eat whatever I can find in these woods.”

Your relaxed lips tug at the corner into an amused smile, “don't do that. It’ll get boring.” Eyes finally opening to look at Eddie who had sat himself on the bench below you. Hands grasp together as he looks up at you.

“You always spend your lunch here alone?” Eddie asks, leaning his cheek on his palm and tapping his fingers on his cheek. “I never really seen you eat in the cafeteria.”

You leaned forward and kicked your legs out, admiring your boots. “I like being out in the sun. We only get a few days of sun this week before fall comes around.” You brush a stick off the table with the tip of your boot. “So I want to get some of its energy before it’s gone.”

“Besides, there’s not many tables left for me to sit.”

Eddie hums along to what you say, listening to the smoothness of your voice as you talk. You spoke so delicately, as though you wanted to draw out what you were saying, not caring to rush. He wants to listen to you talk all day. “You should sit with us, with Hellfire.”

“Hellfire?” You question. “What’s that?”

Eddie stands up with purpose, allowing his smile that shows his dimples to spread across his face. He kicks his leg up as he spins in a half circle and faces you. “Only one of Hawkins best club to date, where we play the fantasy game that has so many parents holding their children in fear-” he makes show of holding his arm to his chest, “- that they’ll be corrupted next by its ugly claws.”

You giggle as he makes a face of horror before he leans forward and places both arms by your sides. Leveling his face with yours. “Played dnd before?”

You shake your head. He smiles at that, “well it’s pretty fun. At least I try to make it fun in my campaigns.” He pulls away, blushing slightly at the fact he may have invaded your space.

“I’ve heard about it before. It has dragons in it right?” You ask, voice peaking with curiosity. “And elves?”

Eddie nods, bringing his hair in front of his mouth as he smiles down at you. “Yeah, but that’s not even the best thing.” He whispers, your eyes widening comically as you nod for him to continue.

“It has fairies.” He basks in the gasp you let out as you jump off the table and clap your hands together.

“Can I be a fairy?” You wiggle in your place as you watch Eddie match your energy. He nods excitedly, “fuck yeah, I can make you the best fairy dnd will ever see.”

“Oh I never been this excited about something.” You bite your lip as you play with your hands. “This is even more exciting than that time I saw a small bald girl throw a van with her mind once.”

“Glad to hear…Wait, wha-”

“My dad says I might have imagined it. I tend to daydream a lot.” You ramble as you grab your bag and grab Eddie’s wrist to began tugging him along. “He says it may have to do with me being dropped as a baby, but I don’t think that’s what really happened..”

You ramble as your hands unknowingly slide down to intertwine with his, Eddie’s face completely flushing at your touch and trying his best to keep up with your wild story

—

After that, you sat with the Hellfire club, the rest of the group taking one look at you and deciding, yeah you definitely fit in with the freaks of Hawkins. Especially when you would go on your tangent of stories that for some reason, Dustin Mike and Lucas fully latch onto. Mumbling to each other that, yes that totally makes sense.

Eddie begin to sit with you during science class, ignoring the teacher’s protest of changing the seating chart and would let you play with his rings during class. Your soft whispers counting his rings at the start of his class, before you would focus on the different designs. He would agree with the random names you gave for each one, laughing when you tried them on yourself and they slipped off your fingers despite your efforts of trying to keep them in place.

You begun accompanying on his rides after school, or after a hellfire club campaign. Which you were slowly understanding more and more, your fairy character marking his notes in his dnd binder. You still had difficulty building their stats, always whining that if he could just draw it in cute clothes and not do the extra stuff. But you listened to him when he gave pointers on your character arch, even pitching the ideas.

“What if they had the power of resurgence ?” You asked one afternoon. Fingers braiding a section of his hair as he sat on the floor of your bedroom, back pressed against the edge of your bed.

“Power of resurgence huh?” He studied his notes. “I like the sound of that.”

You were bleeding into his life more and more.

His days in Hawkins had gotten better ever since you begin to flood every part of his mind. Your random quirks and habits occupying his mind on random parts of his day, his attention drifting whenever he did deals in the woods, eyes wandering between the trees searching for any mushrooms that could have sprouted.

Your favorite ice cream was mint. He was horrified upon discovering it when he watched you eat it from the small pint in your hands, as you happily took out a huge chunk out that barely was supported by the small spoon. He was also scared how you were able to bite instead of licking it like a normal person.

But he made sure to keep mint ice cream in his freezer from then on. Like how he kept the different plants you had grown in your garden that you gifted to him. His daily routine of making sure they got enough water was stressful, he never had that type of responsibility, but worth it when your eyes sparked in pride after noticing them decorate his room.

A few Fleetwood Mac’s records also taken place in his room, so when you would come over, he could watch you sway your body to the soft voice that was Stevie Nicks. Your knitted cardigan flowing around you as you spun happily to the beat. His heart beat skipped at the sight.

He swore you would be the cause of his death, with the way his heart was skipping beats around you constantly. Like the time you had impulsively ran out into the rain after a hellfire club campaign. Your screams of delight heard over the thunder off in the distance, tongue sticking out to taste the rain drops.

“Jesus Y/N! You're going to catch a cold!” He yells as he runs after you making sure you didn’t slip and fall. “Or be fucking cooked by lightening!” You shook your head, wet hair slapping your face when you look back at him. He wished he could have taken a picture, wondering if their new addition to their club, Will, could convince his brother to let him borrow his camera one of these days.

“Come on, you mad woman! Onward, to the van! Chop !chop !” He pretends to push you and you go relunctly, wrapping your arms around yourself as you jog towards the vehicle. Before he unlocks the door, he pulls open the side of the van and reaches in to grab his leather jacket. You wait as he slams it shut and quickly helps you inside passenger seat.

He wraps the jacket around your shoulder, clicks your seatbelt in place, looking you dead in the eyes as though scolding a child. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Make coco?” You quirp, eyes twinkling. “With extra marshmallows.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and slams the door shut, feigning annoyance but cant stop his lovesick expression as he rounds towards the driver side. Knowing that you’ll be getting your coco by the end of the night.

And you did. You sat on his couch in his trailer, warm cup of coco in your hands in a change of pajamas he gave you. You kept his jacket around you, even putting it on when you left that morning. He let you keep it.

—

When Eddie had walked into the class that you both shared, ready to show you a brand new set of rings his uncle gifted him, he noticed your unusual demeanor.

Now you were an unusual person, a fact no one could deny. But you, with a serious expression and your body rigid was something Eddie has never seen before. The pencil in your hand was tapping rapidly against your notebook as you stared off into the distance.

“You good?” He asks as he pulls his seat out, barely noticing the the weird set up on the table you shared together. You didn’t respond. “Hey, talk to me.”

Scalpels were placed carefully side by side, near a huge lump that was covered by a napkin. Eddie glanced up at the chalkboard and exhaled at the letters that read back to him.

Dissection.

Oh.

“Alright , today we are going to learn the anatomy of a frog. Exciting right?” A few ew’s echoed across the classroom alongside some of the jocks snickering, “I set a frog on each table, alongside the tools that we will be using.”

Mr. Clark rounded his own desk, picking up his tools and showing the class as demonstration. “Now, you will work with your partner to carefully dissect the frog. And we will go slowly and point out each organ. Okay?”

Your hand shot up, shaking it when he glances at you. “Yes y/n?”

“I already did my research before hand.” You quickly state, your breath shaky. “On the organs. I also have a lot of knowledge on frogs so I was thinking maybe me and Eddie wouldn't have to-”

“You will be dissecting the frog with the rest of the class.”

“But Mr.Clark-”

“No buts.” He narrows his eyes at you, shaking his head dissaprovingly. “This is part of your grade and mandatory for todays lesson.”

“Come on man,” Eddie finally speaks up, trying his best to not glare daggers at the older man. Your hands were trembling and he couldn’t stand the way your face paled. “You can’t force use to do this.”

“Unless you both want to fail my class, then yes I can.” Mr. Clark replies curtly.

“It's not right.” You frown. “The frog doesn't deserve to be cut into like this.”

“It’s already dead dumbass.” Many giggles followed as one the girls in the front of the class spoke up.

You turn towards the voice and glare at her, the first time Eddie ever seen you mad. “Would you want someone to cut your body open when you’re dead?”

“I’m not some stupid frog.”

Eddie snorts. “Yet you look like one.”

The class errupts in Ohhhh’s at Eddie’s insult before quickly being shut down by Mr. Clark’s hand slapping down onto the table. You and Eddie both turn to see him walking to your table.

“Ms. L/N, I understand this will be difficult. But I cannot allow you to skip out in this because it will lead to others wanting to do the same.” He looks down at you. “So. No more interruptions.”

You nod shakily, looking down at your hands when he walks away and returns to instructing everyone to pull the napkin to reveal their frogs that laid spread out in front of them. Eddie reaches over to place his hand on top of yours when you try to pull the napkin.

“We don’t have to.”

“I don’t want you to fail Eddie.” You sniff and pull the napkin away. The dead frog was laid on his back. Eddie watched you sit back in your seat as your lips wobbled. “Can you..can you do it?”

You whisper it, looking at him with teary eyes and Eddie decides he would do anything to wipe that sadness from your face. He nods squeezing your hand before listening to the instructions carefully, trying not to notice your flinching when he cuts into it’s tiny body.

Eddie isn’t exactly screamish to these kind of things. He watched horror movies growing up and found his fair share of dead animals in the woods. His father had made him hunt a few times and although he felt horrible, he never thought much of the deers he killed. But seeing the way tears stained your notebook pages as you wrote down the information that was being told, the guilt weighed heavy in him at what he was doing.

Class went by fast. The bell rung to signal the end of it and you grabbed your bag and was ready to run out of there, only waiting for Eddie to grab his own belongings. He wrapped his arm around you as you both followed the other students out the classroom. When you were out of the classroom, you rubbed angrily at your cheeks.

You were about to speak but Eddie had pulled his arm away, pushing himself back inside the classroom before the last student shut the door. You waited confused outside for a few moments before Eddie came back outside, hands carrying a bundle of napkins.

Mr.clark’s voice was yelling out for him.

“Let’s go.” He grabs your wrist and pulls you along with him, not answering your bewildered questions as you both leave the hallways and march towards the woods.

“What are we doing?” You frown as he drops his bag and grabs yours to set beside him. He turns toward you and shakes his head to rid of the curls from his face.

“We’re giving him a badass burial.”

He opens his hands and unravels the napkins, showing you the body of the dead frog. Your hands reaching towards it before looking up at Eddie.

He marvels at your sad smile. “Okay.”

You both make use of the whole lunch period to dig up a hole to place Mr. Jelly, your choice of name, in. You had gathered a few mushrooms and flowers, along with sticks and rocks to create a makeshift headstone on top of the dirt. Eddie helped you surround it with the mushrooms, and spread the petals of flowers in the middle.

“I wish I had my fairy’s powers..” you whispered when you both were done and Eddie had finished a reciting a shitty prayer. “To be able to bring him back. So he can find his family and they can hop on a pond.” You wipe the dirt off your hands.

“I’m sure he’s happy in heaven, sweetheart.” Eddie reassures, taking a petal that got stuck in your hair. “Bet he’s eating all the flies his small stomach can handle. All fat and happy.”

The image must have popped in your head with the way you began to giggle and grab onto his arm. Your head leaning against him as it died down and you sighed. You turn slightly to place a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you Eddie.”

“Don’t mention it.” He stares down at the small stones, ignoring the feeling of his heart nearly beating out of his chest. The kiss burning into his cheek that was flaming bright red. “You should have seen his face when I snatched it before he could start collecting the bodies.” He furrowed his eyebrows and flared his nostrils.

“Eddie, what oh earth are you doing with that frog??” He mimics with the deepest voice he could, which had you bursting into laughter again.

He wants to hear it over and over again.

—

“Shit. Where the fuck is it?” Eddie grumbles. The van shook as he crawled around like a maniac, shoving different things out of the way as he looked under every trash that littered the back of the van. Your body swayed from the ruckus but you stayed focused on eating the raspberries that you placed on each of your fingers.

You were two down, the other eight fingers spread out in front of you.

“Nope. Not there. Really, not here? Wait, who the fuck put this here? I do not listen to that.” He tosses a random cassette behind him, nearly hitting you which he apologizes for before returning his search. “Hm. No..gross, that brat really left his Twinkie in my van!”

You suck another raspberry off a finger. “That’s mine.”

That time, he didn’t miss when he aimed the half eaten pastry at your head.

He finally fishes out what he was looking for with an ‘aha!’ from under the driver seat, returning to his spot next to you. The slide door was opened and you sat dangling your legs off the edge of the van. By the time he sat next to you, your left hand was free of any raspberries.

You held your right hand in front of him and whined. “Eddie I can’t eat anymore or i’ll turn into a raspberry."

“No one told you to try to eat the whole container you idiot,” he grabs your wrist and carefully bites each one off, not letting his teeth or lips touch your fingers, and lets his mouth be full of them. You wiggle your fingers happily before he pushes your hand away.

“I was able to eat that container of strawberries last time.”

“Yeah and you threw up all over my kitchen and cried that you could hear the cries of the strawberries in your stomach.” He chews through his words. Hands grab your swinging legs and pulls them over his lap, forcing for you to turn slightly and lean back on the side of the van door. He couldn’t lie and say he didn’t enjoy the way the your thighs felt on top of his.

He didn’t think about the way his hands would feel squeezing your thighs. Nope nope, never crossed his mind.

“Because they were.” You huff, hands folding over your stomach as you look off towards the lake that he parked his van in front of. He hums. Fingers rubbing your ankles which you accept happily.

“What were you looking for again?” You tilt your head towards him, catching the blush that spread across his cheeks as he uses his hand that wasn’t rubbing your ankles to hand you the two tickets

“You were mentioning the other day about Fleetwood Mac holding a concert a few towns over...”

He didn’t get to finish before your excited scream blasted his eardrums and you sat up, tearing your legs away from him and grabbed the tickets.

“Oh!” You gasped as you stared at them in awe. Blinking rapidly like it would magically disappear if you looked away for took long. “Oh, oh!! Oh wow? Eddie, how did you get these? Everyone said they were sold out”

“Have a few good links. Friends who gotten me and my band gigs and all that,” he explains, cherishing the fondness that you aimed towards him. Your soft wide eyes staring at him before you lunged forward, wrapping your arms his neck tightly.

“Oh thank you thank you! Eddie you’re the best,” you gasp and pull away to stare at the tickets again.

“It’s a 7 hour drive but I'm sure my girl can get us there.” He smacks the side of his van and leans back rubbing the side of his neck , “uh, unless you’ll rather go with someone else then that-”

“No!” You place the tickets down, tugging his sleeve and shaking your head. “I want to go with you.” Eddie sighs in relief.

“Good,” He licks his lips, “because I totally wouldn't have sabotaged their car if you picked someone else.”

You shake your head amused before crossing your legs and biting your lip. You shook your knees in excitement as you continued to read over the words on the tickets over and over game. Eddie admired you as the nerves begin to eat at the bottom of his stomach.

He had planned it for a while now. Saving up the money from his drug deals, along working part time at a mechanic Wayne referenced him to, so he could afford the tickets. Although he got a good deal from his friends, the tickets were still expensive. Heck they were more than the tickets he gotten to see his own favorite band.

But it was worth with the way you trembling with happiness. It would be even more worth it when he sees you dancing freely to the music that he admits had blended in with his own tapes, and whatever outfit you throw together.

It’ll be worth it when by the end of night, he finally asks you to be his girlfriend. He’s been trying to find the perfect moment to pop the question but every time he would be distracted by your personality or beauty, enjoying every waking moment you have together. By the end of the day, he had fallen even deeper in his feelings for you and the more he was afraid of confessing.

But he was going to do it at that concert, and he’s going to make sure it goes perfect, and-

“Eddie.”

“Yeah?” You brought him out of his unraveling thoughts.

“You’re my boyfriend now.”

Eddie chokes on his spit as you watch him with a calm expression. His hand hitting his chest. He turns his head to look at you with a twisted expression. “Excuse me??”

Shoulder rising in a shrug, you respond calmly. “I said-”

“No . No, no I know what you said,” He leans forward placing his elbows on his thighs as he rubs at his eyes. “I just..let me process it. Before I pass out.”

“What? I like you a lot-” Eddie swears he nearly coughs up a lung again. “And you do really nice things for me. And I feel happy with you and I would make you mushroom soup if you asked me,” you ramble watching him finally gain his composure. “And we had a burial for Mr. Jelly, so..I want you to be my boyfriend.”

“Shit, y/n.” Eddie exhales. Your confession catching him off guard, he wasn’t sure what to say until he saw that your confidence was beginning to waver. A frown threatening to form. “I had this whole thing planned to confess my feelings for you at the concert and you go and give me a heart attack !”

Again. Not the first time.

You blink. “Oh really? Well we can wait until then. I’ll act like I don’t know anything. I’m good at pretending-”

Eddie shuts you up by pulling you forward and smashing your lips together. The raspberry taste still lingering in both your lips as you kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist when he pulls you closer to him.

Okay, maybe this was better than what he had planned. This was worth it.

[raccoonsrummagerostrum]

Yautja vs Menstruation

Yautja x GN!reader 

Comfort, period comfort

Word count: >500 (i lost count 😓)

Warnings: reader on their period, menstruation, embarassment, period pain (let me know if I missed anything)

You were actually on top of your cycle this time. And as soon as it started you were ready. 

It also didn't hurt that your body gave you a warning the day before, when you sat on the couch and bawled your eyes out over a nature documentary. Much to the confusion of your yautja lover.

Speaking of your confused yautja lover. They threw open the bathroom door and marched in wearing their helmet. They had noticed that there was something different with you. They could smell that something was off, but they needed more data.

Their vision is not great without their hemet, but there was usually no need for it at your place. The helmet did a lot to supplement their bad eyesight and thus, today, it was necessary. 

They stepped closer to you, and you could hear them breathing in your scent, though not sure from where. You couldn't help but giggle a bit at their display.

Suddenly they pulled you in by your hips and held you tight against their chest. 

"Your bleeding." They stated bluntly, their voice dripping with concern. At that you blushed. You knew that periods were nothing to be embarrassed about and yet every time it got brought up you still got red in the cheeks. 

"Well," you started like a stalled engine, "it's actually... normal?"

The yautja tilted their head back and forth like a confused puppy. 

"Its part of the... human... reproductive system." You struggled getting the words out. And couldn't stop yourself from recalling painful middle school memories, and horrifying Steven King novels. 

But your yautja remained curious and worse, began to ask questions. But sure enough the more questions you answered, the less embarrassed you become. Something about their genuine curiosity was incredibly endearing. 

The press conference was cut short however, when a sharp pain twisted in your lower abdamine, causing you to double over and groan as your face contorted and you pressed your hand into your skin. 

The yautja, predictably leapt into action, but was left at a loss as to what to do. So all they could do was stand there and chuffel in worry. 

Gently grabbing their arm and rubbing your thumb against the bumpy skin, you looked up and smiled. You reassured your lover that you are, in fact, ok. And that you just need to lay down. 

Without warning they picked you up. 

With all the gentleness in the cosmos they laid you down on your bed and asked what you needed. The list was simple.

Hot water bottle (one that had a panda bear cover who you named Carrie)

Some edible cookie dough (the wonders of modern ooman science finally put to good use)

Your tens device (just in case the pain gets worse)

And most importantly:

The company of your lover

[multifandomfix]

Closet Quidditch Fan - Draco Malfoy

Summary: You’re supposed to meet up with Draco at the Slytherin dorm, but he’s nowhere to be found, so you busy yourself with cleaning while you wait, but tire yourself out before he shows.

Word Count: 1,032

Warnings: None

You bounded into the Slytherin dorm. "Dra—" you began to singsong, but before you could even reach the second syllable of his name, you realized that your boyfriend Draco was nowhere to be found. He said he’d be here. Figures. You sighed and plopped down on his bed. The whole dorm was devoid of people. Was there some Slytherin house meeting you were unaware of? Perfect time to snoop though, you suddenly thought to yourself.

You began to rifle through Draco's things, a picture of his parents tucked away in a drawer of his bedside table, some of his textbooks scattered on his bed and the floor. Being the lovely significant other that you were, you piled them up on the table where he’d be able to find them later when he needed them.

You then went to the trunk at the foot of his bed. On top sat a spare school uniform, the tie all knotted up. No wonder he never changed his tie. You spent several minutes untying it, again making his life so much easier, not that you’d probably get any thanks for it. That’s not to say Draco didn’t appreciate you. He did, but he was entirely unobservant about such matters as organization as was evident by the state of his personal belongings.

You dug a little deeper into the trunk, finding a scarf, hat and gloves for the winter months, all in Slytherin green, of course. You almost suspected Narcissa may have knitted them for him, but you weren’t quite sure if she was the type to do something like that. All of the clothes he kept in the trunk were liable to get wrinkled if he left them just laying there all haphazard like. So again, you found yourself tidying up. At the bottom of the trunk, somehow buried under everything despite how much he used it, you found his Quidditch jersey. How it’d made its way all the way to the bottom was a mystery, as he tended to spend most of his free time in it. Whether it was practice, or just the downtime he spent with you, he was usually in it.

It was freshly clean, you noted, as you brought it to your nose. And yet, it still maintained its like Draco-like scent. There was something crisp and woody about it, and it wasn’t the detergent. Having spent so much time with him, you could tell the difference.

On a whim, you slipped into the jersey. Not a half bad fit, you thought, catching your reflection in mirror. And it was surprisingly comfortable. You expected it to be scratchy for some reason. You smiled at your reflection in satisfaction before looking to the clock for the time. For Merlin's sake, why wasn’t Draco here yet?

You sat down on the end of his bed and passed about five minutes in not so patient silence. Then you flopped down on the bed. How long was he going to take? You were bored out of your mind and you just wanted a little time with him.

Before you knew it, you were starting to get comfortable. Draco's jersey smelled like him even though he wasn’t there with you and his bed was cozy, beckoning you to relax and fall asleep. And so, without really realizing it was happening, you closed your eyes and drifted off.

You were unaware of Draco's entrance about a half an hour later. He didn’t even see you at first, but noticed the lack of mess from around his space before he saw you curled up on his bed. Not even under the covers. He shook his head and laughed quietly, not wanting to wake you just yet. He checked his watch. How long had you been there? Had he gotten the time wrong? Was he meant to have met you sooner? Merlin's beard, you were going to hate him.

He walked over to his bed, intent on gently waking you to apologize, but he stopped himself just as he reached out for your shoulder when he noticed what you had on. His quidditch jersey. Where had you even found it? He could have sworn he’d lost it sometime after the last match. He’d looked everywhere, or so he thought. That explained most of the mess around his part of the room, though he knew he wasn’t the most organized person out there.

Your eyes opened slowly, and you yawned, alerting Draco that you were now conscious. "Hey there," he said, taking in your slightly messed up hair from your nap in his bed.

"Hi. You’re late." This time Draco didn’t hold back his laughter and you actually laughed along with him.

When his laughter died down, his smile was replaced with a more serious look. "I’m sorry, I forgot what time we agreed on."

"That’s alright. I kinda had fun going through your things."

"So I see," Draco replied with a smirk.

You shot him back a quizzical look before remembering that you hadn’t taken off his quidditch jersey. "Oh, uh, yeah. I found it at the bottom of your trunk and tried it on. I meant to put it back, but, well…that didn’t happen."

"I’m not mad," Draco told you. "Rather amused, actually. I didn’t know you’d become such a hardcore quidditch fan," he teased.

"This is what happens when you forget about me. In fact, I may not give it back at all," you threatened.

"Is that so? Then I’ll just have to tell my—"

"Let me stop you right there," you interrupted, sitting up and lifting the jersey over your head. You’d heard his 'let me tell my dad' excuse so much that it now made you nauseous. It was easier to just give in when he pulled that little stunt. "Here." You held the jersey out to him. "Take it."

"That wasn’t so hard, was it?"

"Draco Malfoy, don’t be a brat. Remember, your mother likes me better than she likes you."

"Harsh," he said, bringing his hand to his chest and faking offense.

"Okay, maybe that was too far. Wanna go to The Leaky Cauldron for a Butterbeer?"

"Thought you’d never ask."

For anon

Draco Malfoy: @osterhagen, @whither-the-wind-goes, @bluenystic, @sapphicprinc3ss, @demented-potions-master, @unexpected-character, @ppgrayson, @thegirlwhoistrying, @bloodinthedarksworld, @gothtrash6969, @music-bird, @chaotic-mushroomz, @fxnfandxmmp4, @iciclesandsnow, @animeloverfreak310

[selenitesdawn]

Can you do more Max stuff with a gn reader please?

I will gladly do so. I have a few Max requests and will get back to writing as soon as possible. Have this small piece of mind until then. Hope you enjoy it <3

Meteor

pairing : max mayfield x reader

warnings : just fluff <3

summary : max and y/n watch the night sky together after an exhausting day.

first person pov

This day definitely didn’t go as planned. Today was supposed to be awesome. And not just a little awesome. But like the event of the year type of awesome. To be precise, Max and I planned on watching a meteor shower tonight. Dustin told us about it like a month ago and we have anticipated that day since then. I’ve never seen anything like that before, so obviously I am super excited. And to watch it with my girlfriend is the cherry on top.

So, as naive as I am, I thought nothing could ruin today. But then, just my luck, everything that could have gone wrong, just went straight downhill. The day began with sour milk. Which I, by the way, ate a whole bowl of cereal in, just to notice that’s its sour on my last spoon. It continued in school with getting a D in biology, my lunch spilling on my pants, my bike breaking on the way home (which made me walk 40 minutes!!) and me stumbling over an empty can just 20 meters in front of my front door. And now I feel like I’ve ran a marathon and all my limbs just scream “SLEEP”.

The second I enter my room I dial up Max, telling her about my awful day.

“I don’t feel like going out anymore.”, I say exhausted, plopping onto my bed like all my life energy got sucked out.

“Oh come on y/n. We waited so long for this! I understand that you’re exhausted but you’re gonna regret it if we don’t go.”, Max replies in a disappointed tone.

“It’s not just me being exhausted. I’m just super unlucky today. It’s- Wait. Oh god.”, I breathe out. It’s what I think it is. Isn’t it? Oh god I think it is. I run over to the calendar, noticing that I didn’t check today’s date.

“What is it y/n? Hello?”, Max asks from the other end of the line.

“It’s Friday the 13th. My unluckiest day of all.”, I whisper quietly into the phone, trying to underline the seriousness of this.

“Well, duh Dummy. Dustin said the meteor shower takes place on the 13th July. That’s nothing new.”, Max states unaffected.

“Yeah but it is also Friday. Which makes it- you know what, whatever. I didn’t connect the pieces. But this is bad. That’s why I’m so unlucky.”, I just reply dramatically, falling back onto my bed.

“Okay baby, you know I don’t like to do this, but I know just how superstitious you can be. I mean you still carry that little piece of garlic around wherever you go-“, Max starts arguing.

“Okay but why where there vampire hunters around back in the days? There are literal kits of vampire hunting stuff, that is proof! No one knows whether-“, I argue back.

“Yeah and back in the day, women who were smart and had red hair got burned at stake.”, Max interrupts me.

I stay quiet after that, knowing that I can’t argue against that. And whatever I say would come off just wrong.

“Whatever. The point is, you come with me tonight or else I won’t grant you a single kiss until this month is over.”, Max demands, sounding surprisingly serious.

“Wow that is awful. You know, if I come with you, considering my luck; we won’t see a single meteor tonight.”, I answer confidently, testing if Max is serious.

“I’ll risk it. See you at the hill at 9, bye bye.”, is the last thing she says before she hangs up.

This girl.

After napping for what felt like an entire year, I pack my things and my skateboard, leaving the house at 7pm. It usually takes me around 30 minutes to get to the hill with my board, but I got to be extra careful today. That’s at least what I thought. Somehow I still manage to fall five times, getting to the hill at around 8:30pm.

I spread out a blanket and lay on it, watching the sky above me. It is quite peaceful to lay here, especially after that stupid day. Even after that great nap, I still feel tired though. I must have drifted away, since I didn’t notice Max laying next to me.

“Hey love, glad you came.”, Max says to me smiling, putting her hand on my cheek as she turns my face towards hers.

“I had no other choice really, had I?”, I answer back, obviously teasing her a little.

“Hm, not really I suppose.”, she replied sweetly, pressing a little kiss on top of my nose.

Max gets up from besides me and starts searching for something inside her backpack. It takes her a while to find what she is looking for, so I close my eyes again and listen to the wind blowing through the grass. There is nothing like spending time with Max. I could lay in the middle of a dump with her and it would still be the best thing ever. She always manages to make me feel comfortable wherever we go. It almost feels like home is.. wherever she is.

“Open your eyes, I have something for you.”, Max whispered softly.

I open my eyes to see her sit in front of me, smiling from ear to ear. As I lift my body up, I see her holding a bracelet in her right hand. And it looks beautiful.

“Wow Max, is this for me?”, I ask as she hands it over to me.

“I made it myself. It protects you from any bad luck. Especially on Friday the 13th’s. It’s not the best but.. it has all your favorite colors in it.”, Max replies happily.

“What are you saying? It’s beautiful Max!”, I say as I put it over my hand.

The pearls reflect the moonlight, creating a beautiful sparkle. It fits perfectly, somehow it has just the right size. Like Max measured the scope of my arm. As I keep viewing it, I see one pearl has the letter “M” on it.

“What stands the M for?”, I ask, knowing the answer already.

“For Max. Obviously. So you never forget who made it for you.”, she replies proudly, taking my hand into hers.

In that very moment all my worries wash away and my day suddenly seems not so bad. Max once again manages to make everything ten times better. I kiss the back of her hand and giggle, surprised that Max supports my irrational fears.

“I love you Max. Thank you so much, I’ll never take it off.”, I smile.

“I love you too y/n. And your little.. habits. Even the garlic thingy is… kind of cute. I guess.”

We just lay there after that, admiring the night sky. When Max sees her first meteor, she excitedly points at the place where she saw it, hoping that I could see it too. I think deep down she knows that there is no way I could have seen it, but her excitement is just too cute.

“Do you see that? How beautiful! My first meteor.”, she exclaims excitedly, shaking my arm.

“Yes, I saw it. How exciting.”, I smile softly, just happy to see Max as happy as she is.

She latches onto my arm and watches the stars excitedly. Her eyes sparkle even brighter than my bracelet, her cheeks must hurt from smiling as much as she does. It’s the most beautiful view. Not even the meteor shower can compete.

“I’m so lucky to see this. With you. Together. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here right now.”, Max says quietly, cuddling into my side. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

“Forever.”, I reply softly.

“Yes Dummy. Forever.”

[marvelsswansong]

summary: rainy days with Eddie aren't too bad - even if they mean not being able to go out on your picnic.

tags: pure fluff, short blurb, just pure domesticity and affectionate exchanges in his trailer, Eddie is so fucking whipped for you

☆ word count: 834 ☆

*•.¸♡ a/n: just something short and sweet I wanted to post :) I've written and posted like 4 monstrous Eddie one-shots in the past 2 weeks so kinda nice to catch my breath haha ♡¸.•*

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

"This sucks." you complain, facing the ceiling of the trailer for a few seconds before you twist your body to the side to look at Eddie.

The rain continues to pour outside, the harsh sounds of water hitting metal ringing through the trailer, only slightly muted by the soft music playing from his handheld radio.

"The weather forecast said it would be sunny today." you continue to complain, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. It's an absolutely adorable expression on you, Eddie thinks - your bottom lip pouting, your cute face scrunched up, your eyes delicate and sweet. He knows that you're more than annoyed though that the picnic he's promised you is now impossible under the gloomy grey skies with pouring rain.

"Well, sometimes they're wrong, angel." he responds, trailing his hand up and down your arm, softly stroking your skin. You huff at that, curling into his chest.

"Yeah? Then fuck the weatherman. I wanted that damn picnic." you mumble into his shirt and Eddie laughs, his chest moving against your forehead as he gently places you on top of him. Now he's leaning against his mess of pillows on the bed with your body laying against his, your head on his chest as you lazily look up at him.

"Fuck the weatherman, indeed."

Whilst you absent-mindendly play with the rings on his left hand, he takes the time to appreciate this current moment. Away from the mess that is his high school life, curled up against your warm body as the rain continues to rage outside. In here, the two of you are protected from the vicious storm: the freezing waters, the harsh winds, the claps of thunder which shake the trailer time to time. In here, it's just the two of you, your bare legs brushing against his, the bows on your socks tickling his skin.

He loves seeing you like this - okay, maybe not seeing you annoyed, but everything else. Your expression is calm, content, as your fingers wrap around the cold metallic rings and slide them up and down his fingers. Your hair's neatly framing your face, your skirt's bunched up around your thighs and Eddie has half a mind to grab your polaroid camera and snap a picture of you just like this. Bare faced in only a skirt, modestly unbuttoned blouse and socks with little bows on them, leaning against the headboard of his bed with a concentrated look on your face.

Perfection.

"Where'd you even get these rings?" is your next question, getting bored at playing with his accessories. Eddie smirks, pressing a soft kiss to your hairline as he thinks back.

"Hm... some from vintage stores and odd yard sales. Others are from jewellery stores around the state from whenever we do Corroded Coffin gigs in dive bars. This one's a gift from my uncle though." he gestures to the ring sitting on his foremost right finger, a black metallic ring with an ivy plant engraved on its side. Your eyes - dripping with honey, the yellow glow of the overhead lights reflecting in your irises - narrow in on it, pulling his fingers closer to your face to examine it.

"It's really nice. Wayne's got good taste."

He smirks at that.

"Don't say that to him, it'll get to his head."

You drop his hand and look up at your boyfriend with a teasing smile.

"As if someone related to you wouldn't have a big ego."

Eddie pretends to be shot, clutching a hand over his chest and croaking his next words.

"I've been wounded, verbally assaulted! How shall I ever survive when my loving girlfriend is so cruel to me."

You roll your eyes playfully at his antics, but he's successful at lifting your spirits.

"You're such a dramatic, Munson."

"That's why I'm so good at D&D." he counters, to which you just smile and shrug.

"I guess that's true."

Eddie smiles in victory before pulling you back into his lap. He starts to rub circles into your back, his gentle voice singing along to the new song on the radio, and in between his body warmth and the soft blankets underneath you, exhaustion begins to seep in. He notices that your eyes are beginning to close and open in slow patterns and it makes Eddie's heart melt, the sight too adorable to bear.

"I'm really sorry about the rain though, it does suck that we're stuck inside." he gently offers. You nod slowly, your sentence coming out as more of a mumble into his chest.

"It's fine... because it means I get to be in bed with you. So maybe rainy days aren't-" you're interrupted by a yawn, your eyes fluttering shut once more. "Too bad."

Eddie presses a soft kiss to your forehead, wrapping his arms around your waist to secure you in his hold. He smiles, his head carefully turning to look out the window without shifting so much as to wake you.

"Yeah, I guess rainy days aren't so bad after all."

[waitmyturtles]

Turtles Catches Up With Old GMMTV: Love Sick/Love Sick 2 Edition

[What’s going on here? After joining Tumblr and discovering Thai BLs through KinnPorsche in 2022, I began watching GMMTV’s new offerings -- and realized that I had a lot of history to catch up on, to appreciate the more recent works that I was delving into. From tropes to BL frameworks, what we’re watching now hails from somewhere, and I’m learning about Thai BL's history through what I’m calling the Old GMMTV Challenge (OGMMTVC). Starting with recommendations from @absolutebl on their post regarding how GMMTV is correcting for its mistakes with its shows today, I’ve made an expansive list to get me through a condensed history of essential/classic/significant Thai BLs produced by GMMTV and many other BL studios. My watchlist, pasted below, lists what I’ve watched and what’s upcoming, along with the reviews I’ve written so far. I’ve covered SOTUS so far, but now I’m correcting for chronology, and present to you today my review of Love Sick.]

Well. I climbed the mountain and saw the view from the top. After 48 episodes -- BL edit cuts, mind you, but still, 48 episodes -- I finished Love Sick and Love Sick 2. 

Before I dive into the review, I want to meditate on something that kept cropping up for me as I was watching the show. I always say this in my writing, but I’m an #old cishet gal, in my early middle-aged years, and when I was in high school in the States, casual homophobia likely looked different than it does now, or maybe even at the time of Love Sick’s airing in 2014 and 2015. 

I’m not sure if young people in high schools do this now... or maybe they do. Maybe I’m clueless and just not watching enough Western and/or cishet content to know. But when I was a teenager in the ‘90s, “gay” was the adjective for everything. "This bagel is gay.” Your handbag was “gay.” Your handwriting was “gay.” The way in which you stapled your papers together could be called “gay” -- I literally heard that in high school, and I still remember it as being one of the dumbest things I had ever heard. And, of course, most doomingly for certain individuals -- many were labeled as “gay,” too. 

As I rejected much of the biases and racism that my Indian family operated by when I was growing up -- so I also rejected the nonsensical usage of the word “gay” as an adjective for anything else but someone’s sexuality.

I was a seriously protected, hugely nerdy Indian kid growing up. But I kind of inherently knew that this unconscious/conscious/implicit/explicit/simmering hate for a group of people vis à vis this adjective wasn’t for me. At that time of my youth, I didn’t actually know queer communities. I just didn’t want to be associated with biased people who insisted on seeming like utter idiots via their language against a minority group. 

(I’m aware now that “gay” as an adjective is likely being appropriated back by young queer communities, just like the word “queer” itself. I want to clarify that “gay” was NOT being used in a "nice” sense when I was a kid.)

I’m meditating on this because, of course, I watched Love Sick well out of order of my introduction to Thai BLs. I started with KinnPorsche, with The Eclipse, with Bad Buddy, and then began to correct that by watching SOTUS -- all shows that have dealt with homophobia in various ways...or seemingly not at all, in the case of BBS, and to just a touch of an extent in KP between Big and Porsche. 

So. I watched Love Sick to learn about Thai BL history. But my mindset is out of order, right? It’s because I’ve already watched many influential shows that carry the influence of Love Sick within them. (As I did in my SOTUS review, I’ll cite @miscellar‘s tremendous analysis of how Bad Buddy was based on Aof Noppharnach’s meta commentary on existing BL frameworks, and I’ll do a lot of comparisons to BBS in this piece, as I’m aware that P’Aof was influenced himself by Love Sick.)

In rewinding my perspective and my mind to set myself up to watch Love Sick: I wanted to be very aware of how this show would deal with casual homophobia among teenagers, and the ever-present question of how it would deal with the question of if the main coupling of Phun and Noh would fall into the “gay for you” category that I discussed in my SOTUS review, and that @absolutebl discusses in this post. 

If @absolutebl flagged Love Sick as likely problematic of mistakes that are being corrected for now -- of course, they’re right. The casual homophobia was rampant. The “gay” question was easily squelched, loudly and early by Noh, who clarified throughout the show that he was not, and never would, be gay. And Phun clarifies that as well, later in season 2. Our boys “called it love.”

Bad Buddy dealt with this differently, very obviously. There was no homophobia. Pat likes all genders. Pran will consider liking girls at some point, to Ink’s joy and advice that it’d be “gainful” for Pran to do so. 

But. (And I think P’Aof recognized this.) In history, we have to start somewhere. I had to get comfortable in my jibblies to watch this, and be reminded from whence I came, an environment of casual homophobia that very directly led to my deciding to live my life in part as an ally.

It’s unfortunate that I don’t get to read commentary on the regular about these shows from a Thai queer male perspective. (It’s why reviews from the very dear @bengiyo are so important for me to read, from his queer male perspective.) (And I think I need to watch more Soonvijarn.) I want to know, from a Thai queer male perspective, if it was OKAY for Love Sick to depict the casual homophobia that we saw, and if the perspective accepts Noh and Phun’s trajectory as a couple, calling their relationship not gay, but love. And certainly -- maybe that perspective has changed over the course of the airing of BL in Thailand, as expectations and artistic strategies have changed with the progress of time.

Throughout my liveblogging of my watching the show (and I want to take a second here to give a HUGE SHOUT-OUT to the DARLING MUTUALS who commented on my seriously late-night posts: @clairificusrex, @lurkingshan, @nieves-de-sugui, @aliceisathome, and many more, I LOVE YOU ALL, YOU AMAZING STANS!), I expressed a lot of love for Phun and Noh, and for other characters, too, like Yu, Per, and Win. (Yu and Per have a special place in my heart as allies-in-the-making, and Per trying everything to make Win, his BFF, happy -- and recognizing his limits while doing so.)

But now that I’m done with the show...I feel like a line of intimacy wasn’t crossed. Maybe I shouldn’t blame the show for this. The show WASN’T a BL. The show wasn’t SOLELY focused on Phun and Noh. Maybe the line of intimacy that I’m thinking of COULDN’T be achieved in a high school setting in 2014 Thailand.

I really wondered about the length of the show as I was watching it. For the MAJORITY of the second season, I thought the length HELPED the boys grow into their relationship. We really saw shades of gray. We saw shades of emotion, of development, especially from Noh to Phun. We saw Noh grow TREMENDOUSLY, maturely, figuring out his boundaries with lovely Yu. We saw Noh figure out his boundaries with Phun. I thought all of that development was truly lovely, very important to see between two young men, and gorgeous to watch. Captain acted the hell out of it.

At the same time, I think the length of the second second ultimately hurt the endgoal of the revelation of their relationship to their communities and family. To the end of the show, we were hearing that the boys were not gay. I think this was designed as a necessary part of their coming out in their relationship -- because I’m not sure that the airing of Love Sick 2 could have been considered successful at that time if it did NOT include that element, the element of MAKING SURE that the audience was TOLD that the boys were not gay. 

And I think -- because I watched things out of order, I’ve watched brilliant shows already correct for these mistakes -- that deflated me just a touch as I wrapped up the series.

As well, up until the VERY end, we saw that the boys were still in a place to consider heterosexual relationships, as in the case of Phun and his friend, Pam, who Noh confused for being a potential interloper. With Phun *not* communicating and clarifying to Noh immediately that Pam had a boyfriend, it set up a moment of real confusion for Noh, as if their already-committed relationship (which they had committed to multiple times already!) was on the rocks, for an interloper of another gender.

While I was watching it, I was confused -- I was wondering why the show needed THIS to close out Phun and Noh’s storyline. 

I wonder if it’s because, in 2014, the show could not have ended WITHOUT that question. The boys would be in a relationship now... but in the future, would things “straighten” out? (Of course, years later, we had ReminderS, which I haven’t peeped, but did establish that the guys were still together, as BL continued to be filmed and as attitudes slowly have changed.)

I think that if Love Sick 2 had ended after the pharmacy camp -- I would have felt settled and happy about this show. Phun and Noh ARE darlings, after all. Captain as Noh, his AMAZING ability to demonstrate a teenage kid’s overwhelmed reaction to the world around him so comedically -- it was really perfect. Both White and Captain are fantastic actors (especially as compared to Krist in SOTUS). 

But there was something about the ending that gave me the jibbles. As if the show couldn’t just leave the guys alone in their happiness. There HAD to be one more dramatic storyline that wasn’t clear. There HAD to be the clarification that the boys were not gay -- not to their schoolmates, not to Phun’s dad, not to the audience. No way were they gay. Again, I think this was where the length of the second season ultimately hurt this series.

And Ohm’s internalized homophobia as well. The way in which he rejected James, left James in the dust. The way in which things were left not quite clarified between him and Mick, although their relationship was alluded to at the end. (I might have missed some clarifications in the BL edits, but I ain’t going back to the full-length episodes to find out.)

And Earn and Pete. Good LORD, Earn. An “I fucking love you” next to the urinals? Dude. PETE COULD DO SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOU, EARN. (I frankly wanted to see Pete with Yu. Earn was the Thai version of The Situation from Jersey Shore, getting all up in Noh and Phun’s business and trying to break them up. Fucking Earn. SMDH.)

I have complaints. And I can’t help but think... yes, THIS is what Bad Buddy corrected for. THIS is what The Eclipse corrected for. With Kinn being out and out gay, THIS is what KinnPorsche corrected for. 

Phun and Noh found their love, which I am desperately happy for. Captain acted the HELL out of Noh -- I could not help but laugh out loud, night after night, at how Noh wiggled his way in and out of situations. He is, in Asian parental parlance, a good boy.

But, as dear @absolutebl meditated on, there were mistakes in this show that, thank goodness, are being corrected by the filmmakers that I have fallen for now. I see what Bad Buddy was doing. Instead of “I’M NOT GAY” -- P’Aof had Pran be gay, and Pat be bi, and Pran consider girls to Ink. That flow of that conversation among Pat/Pran/Ink/Pa -- that was sophisticated stuff. P’Golf had Akk say to his parents, not that he was in love with Ayan -- but that he likes men. 

I have previously loved these nuances in Bad Buddy and The Eclipse. Love Sick now makes me WANT THEM, HUNGRILY, as admissions of truth and acceptance. 

Do I need characters to be out and out, like Kinn? NO. That’s a person’s business, that’s a character’s business, if they want to define or call themselves gay. I’m not here to tell anyone where to land on the sexuality expression spectrum, that’s not my place. I’m not here to ASK anyone’s preferences. Just live. Pran certainly wasn’t out and out. He loved Pat -- that’s who he loved, he loved Pat, and there was no other nonsense, no other side explanations, no covering up or jibbly clarifying of any other positions. (And Pat’s statement was so simple, too: “I like both genders.” Boom, done, move on, live and LOVE and be happy.)

What was hard for me was the repeated denial of gay throughout Love Sick and Love Sick 2. I just didn’t think the show needed that -- because the love between Phun and Noh could have spoken volumes WITHOUT those statements. But I also get it. I get that the writers of Love Sick likely thought they NEEDED those statements in order to get the dang show aired in the first place, in 2014 Thailand. I get that there wasn’t that paradigm, yet, as leveraged by people like P’Aof, P’Jojo, and P’Golf, that lets love STAND as the STATEMENT ITSELF, à la Bad Buddy and The Eclipse.

I see what Love Sick did to begin setting up a tremendous, TREMENDOUS paradigm of BLs in Thailand. It was simply groundbreaking. And the ads! The advertisers were also making their statements. These boys were drinking and eating the Oishi like there was no tomorrow. That was big for nascent BL and capitalism accepting nascent BL.

But the show wasn’t perfect, not by a long shot. And @absolutebl Sensei -- you nailed it by listing it as one of your three original recommendations for us understanding what GMMTV is doing, NOW, with their progressive and groundbreaking art. I’m glad I watched Love Sick. I’ll get more Phun and Noh when I catch up with ReminderS -- and I’m glad, for me, that Love Sick is over, and that I know that Phun and Noh end up happily together in drama land, hopefully in a place where their cinematic preferences are NOT in control of the fictional communities around them, and the real audiences watching them.

[For those of you who are following, I’m now going to make a purposeful dive into a few shows that cover a number of priorities. I’m going to watch Make It Right, Make It Right 2, and Love By Chance -- all to learn about the works of the very prolific New Siwaj, as recommended to me by @bengiyo. I’ll also be crossing off groundbreaking shows featuring my simpy darlings, Ohm Pawat and Perth Tanapon, who are currently destroying in Double Savage. Finally, with MIR and MIR2, I’ll learning more about the early high school pulps after having watched Love Sick. Here’s the road front and back. I’ll ALWAYS take input if anyone reading thinks that something’s missing on this list! 

AND AS ALWAYS: MANY, MANY THANKS TO THE FAM that always comments on these posts and gives me unbelievable feedback: @bengiyo, @shortpplfedup, @respectthepetty, @lurkingshan, @wen-kexing-apologist, @clairificusrex, @nieves-de-sugui, @manogirl, @miscellar, @dribs-and-drabbles, @solitaryandwandering, and anyone that I may have missed! I so appreciate you all, and I LIVE for the conversations we have about these shows. 1) Love Sick and Love Sick 2 (2014 and 2015) 2) SOTUS (2016) (review here) 3) Make It Right (2016) 4) Make It Right 2 (2017) 5) Love By Chance (2018) 6) Kiss Me Again: PeteKao cuts (2018) 7) He’s Coming To Me (2019) 8) Dark Blue Kiss (2019) 9) TharnType (2019) 10) Theory of Love (2019) 11) Until We Meet Again (2019-2020) 12) 2gether (2020) 13) Still 2gether (2020) 14) ITSAY (2020) 15) I Promised You the Moon (2021) 16) Not Me (2021-2022) 17) My School President (2022-2023)]

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EAH Dorm Rooms Headcanon 6

Lizzie & Duchess

Two royal princesses with bad streaks for the price of one.

At the beginning of the school year Duchess and Lizzie (among others) were the most unlikely of roommates. Duchess found Lizzie messy and envied her since Daring had a crush on her. Lizzie found Duchess and the rest of her peers strange due culture clash and felt betrayed during 'Next Top Villian'. Afterwards the two became friends.

We've seen more of Lizzie's room than Duchess, but we got hints of their room in the books. Despite both being royalty their room seems to be on the small size.

Lizzie's side: As the future Queen of Hearts, Lizzie lives and breathes her royal heritage.

Lizzie's room is covered in motifs that fit the Queen of Hearts motifs with the checkered patterns, cards, and hearts.

In her room Lizzie has plants that represent Wonderland. Lizzie and the rest of the Wonderlanders take care of the Wonderland Grove. In the books Lizzie has a heart shape door (not seen in the show) that is a portal to the Grove whenever Lizzie feels homesick.

The Wonderlanders are known to be messy and in the book it was stated that Lizzie had a hard time getting ready in the mornings, piles of items, a heart shaped bean bag (that sounds so cute),and no matter how many times the cleaning fairies/staff came Lizzie's side would return to its usual mess.

Due to the room size Lizzie has a wardrobe where she stores her clothing, shoes, and books. This is also where Lizzie stores the map book to the Well of Wonder. From what it seems the wardrobe is kinda small with not enough room for a fashionista's outfits. Unless, it only looks small and is bigger on the inside or when Lizzie wants a certain outfit, she commands the wardrobe and it appears.

Lizzie has a craft desk where she designs her outfits and sews them for herself and her friends.

In the Spring Unsprung playset we get a glimpse of Lizzie's craft desk. wardrobe, and dresser. From the image we see numerous materials that is used for making outfits.

My headcanon is before she and the others evacuated to Ever After the sewing machine, her mother's instruction cards, and the map book were the only things Lizzie was able to carry with her.

Even though it wasn't shown, I bet Lizzie keeps her croquet equipment in her side of the dorm.

Lizzie's hedgehog, Shuffles, is one of the few pets that lives in the dorms. I think she stays in a cage on Lizzie's nightstand.

Duchess's side: Despite being a princess Duchess's story has a downer ending. As the future Swan Princess, Duchess's room centered on ballet.

I highly doubt Duchess's room resembled the above image and not because it was used to decorate dorms on the website. I can see the wallpaper being that shade of lavender with the decorative swirls like the other dorms.

Like most of the students I think she would have a canopy bed do to her royal blood. And would have furniture and decorations that swan, feathers, and ballet motifs.

In the books Duchess keeps her side of the dorm clean, has a desk where she keeps her golden journal that is enchanted to only open for her to write about what she's feeling.

Get a good look at it folks! The vanity is a blink-and-you'll-miss moment in 'Spring Unsprung' when Apple escapes before Lizzie, Maddie, Bunny, and Alistair arrive to get Lizzie's map book. Lizzie's wallpaper extends to Duchess's side of the dorm, this is obviously an animation goof and the animators were most likely crunched for time.

For the record I do not know how to make high-quality screenshots and I looked everywhere for this image so I made one myself (SERIOUSLY! How do people make high-quality screenshots?)

With Duchess's love of dance I think the space across from Lizzie's craft desk is like a ballet bar with mirrors that resemble a dance studio along with her desk.

Duchess's trumpeter swan, Pirouette, is one of the few pets that lives in the dorms as she has a nest next to Duchess's bed.

EAHSCREENSHOTS, @spelledmonsters @monster-lili EAHWIKI ROYALREBELWIKI, @everafterhighcaps

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Your all in Luck, another story I guess?

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Names jack, 19 and pretty much nothing going on in highschool,

As I enter another boring gym lesson

Coach didn't like my t-shirt I was wearing, I forgot my regular gym top and had to wear my large polo,

He was holding a trial football match so he can look out for new players for the team, he told me to go get one of the shirts in the back

A pile of used football jerseys lay in a cardboard box, along side other boxes filled with "extra" fit, like cleats, gear, tights, socks, jock straps ... eugh, even though I hated the idea of it, I had no other choice, unless going shirtless, exposing my thin frame , to everyone was something I wanted , which it isn't, and I can't just sit out like usual, my grade would suffer and I'd get in trouble again.

So I pull out a jersey from the box, the musky smell of sweat, ax body sprey and stink from all the ppl who have worn this temporarily, wafted in my face, number 1, Red and black, the school's colors

"damn, this is smells bad", but I'm sure once coach gives me something to do I'll get sweaty too and not really notice it, yeah..

Taking off my polo and discarding it to then slide the Jersey on, it's way to big, it feels sticky almost .

That's when it hits,

"ughh I don't feel so good", the smell of this room and shirt must of gotten to me. I'm dizzy and .. hard? ,

"iv never been interested in this kind of stuff.. why am I?.."

I go blank, drool starts to drip from my mouth, my mind shuts down, my body moves on its own.

I go to the other boxes and take out each piece of the kit and put it on, all too big mind you.

The cleats are skitty and slimy, the jock strap is stained ,the fabrics hard from all the sweat and cum. , The pads are heavy

I start to feel heat everywhere, my body's tingling sharply

My body starts is grow , my arms and hands burst with muscle, fingers hardened from training and the gym, my chest inflates with hard nipples, 6 pack washboard cum gutter abs form, my shoulders are widening filling out that jersey and pads, my neck thickens, my jaw is reshaping into a more Square shape with a sharp chin strap beard with my hair turning into a undercut, shaved sides situation.

My legs and feet thicken, and elongate cracking and reshaping, the tights and jock now tight against my skin with the cleats fitting snug against my now stinking jock feet

My cock hard and struggling elongates and thickens, my balls are golf balls now, my now 12 inch dick is freed when my arms move to let it out,

I start jerking off, the sound of the secret radio playing, a sound so quite, it's hard to catch normally,

My mind reshapes, as I listen to the words from the Radio track

I start to jerk faster as my old memories go into my balls

In a deeper masculine voice I repeat

"I am I a jock ...

I must obey.... Coach ..

I am quarterback of the football team..

Coach... Obey

I am a good boy ...

I am a football....

Jock , I..

I cum

cum spews everywhere, releasing my old self, as my new jock personality takes hold

My mind starts to clear as I re awaken from my tranced state.

I put my dick into my tights and tie them,

Forgetting why I'm hear and not smashing tryouts comes to mind, I grab a healmet and I back towards the field,

In my head,

"I am a dum jock "

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Well... Idk if it's as good as before but eh, it exists now.

[redalertriker]

hello lovely tumblr users, I am here to ask that you take a moment of your time to look at this petition!

The petition describes the situation much better than I can, but some added info from someone who is seeing this happen in real time is that the administration of the college I attend is effectively firing up to 8 interim faculty members as we speak.

For a college this small, that is an unbelievable amount of faculty to lose. The majority of the interim faculty members that are at risk or have already lost their jobs devoted an unprecedented amount of physical and emotional labor towards making the college run during the pandemic, and for many that meant they were signed on for an extra two years than normal in order to help our college stay on its feet.

It is typical for interim (hence the name) faculty to only be with the college for a short time, but due to outstanding circumstances (the pandemic) they have become quite literally pillars of their respective departments, and of those I personally know and work with, the heart and soul of the college.

Losing them would destroy the stability of our school, and our school is making it unusually hard for these faculty members to reapply as either part-time faculty members or full-time core faculty members.

This all comes down to the fact that our administration has stated that they believe the individuals teaching the class do not make a difference in the students quality of education, only the curriculum.

Anyone on here who has had a bad professor, or a really truly good one, knows that is entirely, unequivocally, undeniably, not true.

The administration states that this was a "financial decision" (mind you our college is in the top 10 most expensive colleges in the state) and it is blatantly obvious they want to hire new part-time faculty members simply because it is cheaper to do so.

It may save money to fire the interim faculty now in the short run, but the loss of these faculty members that are now considerably less likely to be rehired will end up costing the college more money in the long run due to the instability caused by this decision.

So, I humbly ask, for the sake of my education and that of hundreds of other wonderful artists, please sign this petition and show our administration that you can't just treat educators like shit and get away with it.

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I See You

Steven Grant X f!reader x Marc Spector

Series Masterlist

Part 2

Word count: 2.9k

Summary:  Your boyfriend had promised a cozy Sunday night in. You were finally going to tell him the truth about your dysfunction, and yet you find yourself being dragged to the pub instead. After your boyfriend rudely embarrasses you in front of his friends you find yourself taking the last  bus home with a sleepy Steven Grant.

Warnings: None, I think this is a tame chapter. A swear word here and there. Nothing big except for a jerk boyfriend.

A/N: Thank you all for liking the first part. I absolutely loved writing Steven’s introduction to this story. Next part will possibly be from Steven’s perspective. I unfortunately have not finished writing it though so there may be a longer wait time for the next part. Once again I promise I proofread this around five times but mistakes will probably still be there. I am sorry and I hope you like part two. Feedback is much appreciated and happy reading.

  You decide to wait on the inevitable talk till a week later. Why ruin a good anniversary week you convince yourself, but in reality you were just scared. In all honesty whenever you have this conversation you never intend it to be a break up talk. Some part of you wishes they would stay and work whatever this was out together. They would always take the out though. Always wishing me well and mentioning I work on myself first before committing to a relationship. 

    Instead of the intimate night he had promised you, the following Sunday you found yourself sitting around a crowded pub. Your boyfriend reassures you that this won’t be long, and a night in will still happen just later than expected.

“An hour tops, I promise.” he begs when he sees the look on your face. 

“I am not feeling well. You promised a cozy night in.” You tried to convince him. 

“Come on, don’t be like that. They are waiting for us.” he tugs on the hand he was holding and leads you inside. 

You drag your feet as you step inside. The warmth is overbearing and the amount of people inside makes you even more uneasy and on edge. He slipped into a booth where his friends already had several pints of beer  on the table. You greet everyone with a passable smile for their inebriated state. 

The first hour you were hounded to drink along with everyone. Each offer was denied with an excuse of being the designated driver. Even though you hoped your boyfriend would keep his promise of only an hour and take it slow so you wouldn’t have to.  

The second hour was consumed with arguments of the recent rival football game. 

The third hour was filled with you desperately trying to hold your boyfriend's concentration long enough to silently signal your need to finally go. 

Four hours later here we were soon approaching midnight. You lost track of what round everyone was on, but your patience was finally at its wit’s end. You finally get up not caring about anyone's feelings anymore. “It’s time for us to go.” you say as firmly as possible so he would take you seriously. He stops mid drink laughing at your sudden change in attitude. 

“Come on just one more round. John hasn’t finished his story.” He nods over to his best friend who just further agrees with him.

“I don’t feel well, and I  work tomorrow anyways.  Come on,  I have to drive your precious car back or else I would’ve left hours ago.”

He scoffs “If you wanted to go so bad why didn’t you say so sooner.” he looks over to his mates “Women am I right?” he jokes. They drunkenly laugh louder than can be. You glare at every single one before you throw his keys at him.

“Figure out how to get home on your own. Call me when you are ready to apologize.” you storm off while his friends all ‘ooh’ as if they were in grade school and found out one of them got in trouble. You shake your head as you look back one last time to see what he is doing before you walk out the door. As if hoping for some sort of remorse or sign that he is going to be coming after you.

You regret it though as you see his real reaction, and not one that you have made up in your mind. He laughs along with everyone, and is signaling for another round. Your heart breaks silently knowing that no matter how many times you would try to convince yourself, he was not the one. He never was. 

You walk down the lonely street hugging your jacket in close. The cold was starting to get worse this time of year. You  made a mental note to take out your winter clothes to wash before the bitter cold fully came. You make it to the bus stop thankfully before they stop running. It finally pulls in and you climb on hoping for a lone ride with just the bus driver. They wouldn’t judge you too bad if you suddenly began to cry if your emotions finally overflowed. 

Your night didn’t give you a break as you realized there was a man sitting at the very back of the bus. He had his head against the window, eyes closed as he let the movement of the bus rock him to sleep. He snored slightly, the poor thing looked awfully tired. He probably was coming home from a late shift you think to yourself. 

The bus ride home was loads better than staying in the pub even though it made getting home twice as long than what it would’ve taken driving. You even felt proud of yourself for not  crying. Although you also had to thank the mystery man for that. Even though he was clearly dead to the world at the moment you didn’t want to ruin his environment if he so happened to wake. 

You would be lying if you weren’t sneaking peeks at him. He was extremely handsome even if his mouth was slightly open. His hair looks so soft and fluffy with curls. He had a large nose that would sit on his face perfectly completing him. Best of all was his jaw giving him such a strong profile. The only thing missing to complete this man in your head were his eyes. You wish he was awake to see his eyes just knowing that a man like this could eat you up with solely his gaze. But above all he made you feel extremely comfortable for some unknown reason. 

You sigh looking at him one last time as your stop is soon approaching. That was when you realized that this was the last stop. There were no others before heading to the bus depot. You hardly think that's where this man was heading. You have never seen him before to know if he got off at your bus stop. Perhaps he had just moved in somewhere close by. Maybe you would spot him from time to time on your strolls to the local corner shop. You smile to yourself imagining the scenarios already.

You shake your head to get the silly daydream out of your head. The bus came to a full stop before announcing the last stop. The man is still sleeping through the call. You get up and look between the man and the driver. You almost want to tell the driver something but they were clearly done with the day as they gave a definite shoulder shrug to indicate this was your problem. 

You make your way over to the man and slightly tap him on the shoulder. 

“Excuse me, sir.” you say to him, shaking him slightly when the tap did nothing. 

You look back to the driver who finally decides to do something about this situation. Without moving from their seat they let out a loud and blaring yell “Last stop!” 

The man's head rolls off the window and jumps up in freight. His eyes blew wide scanning his surroundings. He comes face to face with you as he stumbles forward, his body moving faster than his sleepy mind at the moment. When he finally looks at you properly he is frozen in place. His eyes scan your face and finally meet yours. The picture of the handsome man was finally complete and you were correct. His gaze held you in place, as if time stood still.  The moment is soon lost when the bus driver once again yells “Last stop!” making the both of you jump from the sudden abruptness.

“Sorry. Sorry forgot where I was for a moment there.” he finally speaks, and looks out the window. “Oh no! Oh No! Not again. I've missed my stop.'' He looks around still trying to figure out where he is. 

The bus driver's final straw of patience snapped as they asked us to get off unless we wanted to go to the bus depot. 

We stand watching as the bus drives off. You feel bad for the man as he tries to pinpoint where he is still. Looking hopelessly lost. You didn’t realize it but you were slightly pouting as he looked like a lost puppy trying to find his way home. 

“I’m sorry. I probably should’ve figured this wasn’t your stop. I’ve never seen you this far on the  fare before. I should’ve tried to wake you or something.” you apologize just feeling sorry for the handsomely exhausted man. 

“No, nothing to apologize for. My fault really. I should be more careful about this kind of stuff. I have a sleeping problem, I shouldn't  be so careless you know?” he tries to reassure you. When he saw the sad pout you had upon your face. 

You tell him the crossing streets nearest to you both in hopes of helping him the best you could. He looks even more shocked when he realizes how far off he is. 

“I should’ve gotten off eight spots ago.” he shakes his head as if he was disappointed in himself. 

“That's when I got on!” you exclaim, smiling a bit about the coincidence. “ I don’t think you’ll be able to catch another bus heading back in time.” 

“What a way to end a night?” he sounds defeated. “First inventory and now this. I should’ve figured when I almost missed my bus to work.” he shakes his head. “Sorry, you probably don’t even care about little old me and my problems.” 

“It’s alright. Bad nights all around I guess huh?” you admit remembering why you even had to take the bus in the first place. He raises an eyebrow at your statement. You take a deep breath and go on “ My boyfriend is an idiot. He embarrassed me in front of his friends. I left his drunk ass at the pub, he didn’t even bother to care how I was going to get home just ordered another fucking round. Should’ve never expected more out of him. My fault for believing he would honestly.” 

“It's not.” he says so quietly you almost didn’t hear him. When he realizes you did he almost hesitates to go on. “Forgive me if I am over stepping, but it's not your fault for expecting your boyfriend to actually be a good boyfriend. I am sorry but he sounds like a bloody prick. Embarrassing you in front of everybody. Not caring about your feelings. Worst of all he had you take a bus home in the middle of night and now you are here talking to a complete stranger for who all you know could be a serial killer.”

You are taken aback by his honesty. All the things he had said only validated your feelings and reassured you that it isn’t wrong to have these expectations from your boyfriend. You can't help laughing though at the thought of him being a serial killer. He looks at you curious wondering what he said that was so funny. You swear he even shifted his head to one side like a puppy dog. 

“You most definitely don’t give off a serial killer image.” 

“Oh? What image do I give out then?” 

“Lost puppy dog energy.” You admit behind a giggle.

He laughs a bit, probably imagining the sight of him. “Or I could be leading you into a false sense of security.” he jokes a bit but you can tell he is starting to blush a bit. It only causes you to laugh even more.

“No,  I am one hundred percent certain. You are a puppy. Definitely getting golden retriever energy.” You nod, smiling even more at his reaction. 

“ Is that a compliment then?” 

“Of course! The golden retriever is one of the most dashing of dogs and the sweetest. It is the utmost compliment!Trust me I have a great judge in character” 

He looks away unsure of what to say next. The blush on his cheeks growing and shading his ears with red as well. “Thank you.” 

“You’re very welcome.” You two hold each other's gaze once again feeling the calming energy surrounding the both of you. You sigh with the sudden sense of peace that envelops you.   When suddenly you are plucked from serenity with the sound of your ringtone. Your peace is gone in an instant when you see your boyfriend's name appear on the screen. You answer it wondering what type of gibberish he was going to spew.

“Wh-Where are you?” he slurs out slowly. 

“ Hello to you too, and why do you care all of a sudden?” 

“I am at your… apart- at your place. Why aren’t you answering the door?” 

“I am not home. How did you get there? You didn’t drive did you?” Moments from becoming furious if he says that he did. 

“No. I took a cab.” He says defensively.  “Where are you? Why aren’t you here…home?” 

“Took the bus.” 

“This fucking late. Why didn’t you just wait for me?” 

You sigh frustrated at him and his slurred speech. You could practically smell the alcohol on his breath through the phone. “I told you I wasn’t feeling well. Just go home, I don’t want to talk until you apologize for what you said.” 

“I am coming to g-…coming to where… get you. Send me your locati-”

You hang up before he even finishes. The last thing you wanted was for him to meet you here. 

“The infamous boyfriend now caring?” the mystery man speaks. His voice calms you as he pulls you back into the conversation you were having together. 

“The one and only. I swear I am a good judge of character. He wasn’t like this when we started dating.” you defend your previous statement 

“ I trust you. Mostly because you called me dashing.” He shrugs. 

You laugh as you see him fiddling with his fingers not sure of how you would’ve taken his joke. “And I meant every word.” 

You look over your shoulder towards the direction of your apartment. “I should probably get home.” Even though you kind of wished to continue your conversation with the handsome mystery man. 

“Will you get home safely?” he asks, doing a quick look around as if he was looking for something out of the ordinary. The thought of concern makes you smile.  

“Yeah, Just down the street.” You gesture down the road. “Will you get home safely? It's probably best to head back towards the main streets and hail a cab.” 

“Yeah I think that’ll be the best option.” he agrees. 

“It was nice meeting you…” You wait eagerly for him to give you his name. Wanting nothing more than to know it as if you were taking a piece of him with you.

“Steven. Steven with a v.” he holds his hand out.

You place your hand in his.  Warmth suddenly takes over your body. You notice the size difference but also how delicate his hold is on you. He doesn’t show off his strength as most men do when shaking hands. A silly way of displaying dominance you have always hated as they would crush your hand entirely. No, he was quite the opposite. His hold was soft, delicate but still firm grounding you to this moment. He repeats your name absolutely loving the way the sound falls from his lips. The handshake was longer than most but neither wanted to let go of the warmth that emanated from the other. 

He notices how long the pause has been and lets go. He begins to play with his hands once again. “It was lovely meeting you. You made my bad night better honestly.” he confesses. 

“I was just thinking the same thing.” You smile at the connection you both must be feeling. “Good night Steven with a V. I hope you get some proper sleep when you get home.” 

“I’ll try. Get home safely. Good night.”

You begin to go down the road, but before you have even taken five steps you turn to  capture one last good look of him. Wishing this wouldn’t be the last time you two meet. Only to realize this meeting was purely accidental. You would’ve never met Steven if it wasn’t for your idiot boyfriend, that and the fact that Steven missed his stop. This moment will never happen again. Making you savor these last few glimpses of him walking away. 

Just as you were ready to keep walking, Steven looked back. His eyes quickly light up when he meets yours. He  looks startled for a second not expecting to see you looking back as well.  

He says your name loud enough for you to hear.

“Yeah?” you say slightly embarrassed for getting caught staring.

“Don’t lower your expectations for him. He doesn’t deserve you, if you have to.” he says. You can tell he was nervous about your reaction to his advice. He wasn’t sure if he was overstepping. Once again his words catch you off guard. Not expecting such honesty from someone you just met moments ago. You nod though knowing that he was right though. 

“I won’t. Thank you, Steven.” You give him a reassuring smile “See? I was right. Golden retrievers are the sweetest.” You wave good-bye, he copies you still too flustered from the compliment to say anything. “I hope we meet again, puppy.” You add in the pet name in order to get him even more flustered, deciding he looks absolutely adorable when he does so. 

“ I-I hope so too. G-good Night” he stutters, finally turning away to walk up to the main street. 

You look up and whisper your wish into the night starry sky. 

“I want a puppy like him as a boyfriend.”

Part 3{ In progress}