#jokes aside- every time I’ve tried to draw him I am never satisfied with the result and that has led me to completely neglect him

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i wanna see your dandy design so bad i love all of your designs theyre so pretty 😭(pos)

if not could we get more of your shelly or astro design :]?

I don’t have any recent stuff but I do have wips of twisted Shelly! I’ve been procrastinating way too much on her😔

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Some Kind of Way (My Hero Academia)

ShinDeku AU

Summary: Shinsou begins to realize he may have feelings for Deku, and it makes him act so out of the ordinary that his crush decides the best way to help him relax is the very thing that kickstarted his feelings in the first place.

A/N: I am so unbelievably excited to finally share this with you! This one has been waiting in the wings for quite a while! Welcome to the first fic in my official ShinDeku AU! This story takes place after the events of "Say Mercy" and creates an entirely new storyline. While these two remain good friends in the Primary Universe, in this AU, things go a little differently.

I will admit this is pretty self-indulgent, but I know I'll want to keep writing for these boys, and what better excuse than to create an alternate reality in which they get together? Cute boyfriends and lots of tickling - what more could you want? I hope you enjoy! <3 <3

Word Count: 2,275

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Midoriya: Video games at my place! Kaminari and Todoroki are coming – do you wanna join??

Shinsou stared at his phone screen for so long it went dark on him three times. He’d nearly forgotten that at some point he and Deku had exchanged numbers. Their spring break had just started; today was Monday, which meant that Deku’s mom was probably at work right now, as it was just after ten in the morning.

It really shouldn’t have been this hard to reply to a text. Yet here he sat, struggling to do just that.

It’s video games, Shinsou berated himself. You’ve played video games with him before. That’s what you were doing the last time you hung out. Just answer his text!

Shinsou: Yes. I don’t know where you live, though.

Midoriya: I’ll send you the details! Can’t wait!! :D

Shinsou set his phone aside, heart racing. This is ridiculous. What’s happening to me? He rubbed his eyes tiredly, his mind flashing back to the last time he’d hung out with Deku. They’d gotten into a tickle fight, which he’d ultimately won, but there had been a…a moment. When he’d pinned Deku for the last time and ordered him to beg for mercy. The way Deku had screamed the word over and over through hysterical fits of laughter…

He swallowed. It had been so satisfying, but more than that, it had been…cute. No, adorable. Completely, utterly adorable. Deku was adorable. And for the first time, Shinsou was noticing.

He tried not to think about it as he gathered up his things and walked out the door, heading to the destination the green-haired boy had provided him with.

*

Seeing him in person was so much worse.

Deku opened up the door with a bright smile and an invitation to come inside. It was the first time Shinsou had seen him without his school uniform or hero costume on. He wore a bright yellow All Might t-shirt and blue shorts, and he was barefoot. Shinsou awkwardly took his own shoes off in the entryway and followed him into the small living room, where Todoroki was already seated on the floor.

The icy-hot hero raised a hand in greeting. Shinsou nodded at him, then took a seat as well.

“Kaminari should be here any minute,” Deku said, pulling out his phone to check for a text from the blonde. “It’s so cool to finally have friends over at my place! Make yourselves at home. We’ve got juice and soda in the fridge if you want some, and later we can have lunch together, too.” Deku smiled so brightly it lit up the whole block. “Plus I’ll get to introduce you to a racing game that’s not Mario Kart for once!”

Shinsou couldn’t take his eyes off of him. He found himself noticing things more and more. The particular shade of green that his eyes were. The spattering of freckles across his face and arms. How scarred his right arm was. How muscular he was despite his smaller stature. Shinsou noticed all of it, and it made his heart beat faster and faster. Crap, crap, crap, he thought frantically. I…I’ve got a—

Someone knocked on the door, Deku hurried to answer it, and the spell was broken. Shinsou blinked several times. Seriously, what was happening to him?

“Heyyy, it’s my man Shinsou!” Kaminari greeted enthusiastically, slapping him on the back. “And Todoroki, of course. Ready to lose some video games?”

Shinsou let out a sigh of relief, then smirked up at him. “The joke’s on you, Kaminari. Midoriya says we’re not playing Mario Kart.”

“Dude, what?” Kaminari whipped around to face Deku. It was so much easier to look at him with Kaminari in the room as well. “You can’t take my crown away like that!”

Deku grinned. “I’m introducing you to a different racing game. Kacchan and I play it sometimes – Team Sonic Racing!”

“Sonic has a racing game?” Kaminari asked, then hummed. “Well, he is a speedy little guy. I guess it makes sense.”

“Team racing?” Todoroki asked. “What does that mean?”

Deku lit up at the question, then launched into a long, rambling explanation of all the ways it differed from Mario Kart, and why it was superior, as well. After a little while they finally got to the actual playing part of it, and before they knew it, the morning hours were long gone.

*

Getting lost in the world of Team Sonic Racing did wonders for Shinsou’s mind. He was able to focus on something that wasn’t Deku, for once – even if Deku’s character of choice did cause him a lot of trouble during the races. It gave him a chance to calm down, clear his head, and get back to his normal self. At least, until a couple of hours later when it was lunchtime.

Kaminari had announced early on that he had lunch plans with some others from their class, so it was expected that he’d leave after a couple of hours. But it was a surprise to both Shinsou and Deku when Todoroki announced he was also leaving.

“My apologies,” he said, “but I got a text from my sister that asked me to meet her downtown for lunch with her and my brother. I’m…trying to get back in touch with them, as it were. I can’t really do that while I’m at the dorms.”

“That’s okay,” Deku said, sounding sincere. “I understand. Go have fun with your family.” Then he turned to Shinsou. “Do you want to stay, or do you have somewhere to be?”

Shinsou’s heart was racing again. He was about to be alone with Midoriya again.

“I…I can stay,” he said, nodding. “If that’s all right with you.”

“Of course!”

After bidding farewell to their other friends, Deku led Shinsou back into the kitchen and opened up the fridge, pulling out various things they could use to make sandwiches. Shinsou got the bread out of the pantry (after struggling for a few moments to even find the pantry), and soon they were both at work making lunch for themselves.

“How’s your spring break so far?” Deku asked.

“It’s…fine,” Shinsou murmured. He didn’t really have anything exciting to report on. “You?”

“Great! I kind of took it easy this weekend because All Might insisted I actually rest, but we trained together this morning before I invited you over for video games. We’ll train again tomorrow, too.”

Shinsou glanced at him. “It’s spring break.”

“I know, but I don’t want to stop training. I’ve got to work as hard as I can to get even stronger.”

“Rest is important, too, you know.”

Deku smiled. “You sound just like everyone else.”

“Because we’re right.”

“I’m resting more than I’m training this week. Don’t worry, Shinsou. I won’t burn myself out.”

Shinsou nodded. “Good.”

“So,” Deku continued, expertly changing the topic as he finished up his sandwich, “want to play some more after lunch? Or we could watch a movie or something instead. What do you want to do?”

“Um…” Shinsou hesitated. Again that image of Deku laughing and begging entered his mind. He shoved it away. “I…I don’t know. Midoriya,” he added quickly, before he lost his nerve, “why do you want to hang out with me so much?”

Deku went silent for a moment. “Because you’re my friend? And you’re really cool! I think it’s so awesome that you want to join the hero course, and your quirk is so useful, especially with that voice changer thing you have now, and—”

“Useful?” Shinsou turned to look at him, surprised. “No one’s ever called my quirk useful before.”

“Then no one’s really known you before,” Deku replied confidently, taking his first bite of his lunch. “Mmm, this is good! What’d you make?”

Shinsou glanced down at his half-finished sandwich and reached for some lunch meat. “To be determined.”

*

When they’d finished eating and cleaned up the kitchen, Shinsou and Deku went back into the living room, where Team Sonic Racing sat waiting for them on the screen, should they continue to play it.

“Are you okay, Shinsou?” Deku asked, his voice gentler now. “You seem bothered about something.”

Dear god, was he really so easy to read? Shinsou cleared his throat. “No, I’m fine. I’m just…” He searched for the words. How could he explain to Deku that he was pretty sure he had a crush…on Deku? “I’m just…I don’t know. Fine.”

“You know, if you’re not up for video games anymore, we could play a different game,” Deku said. Shinsou glanced up at him, hearing the teasing tone in his voice, and his eyes widened when he saw the green-haired boy wiggling his fingers and smiling wide.

Instant. Blush.

“Uh, I-I mean…I mean, i-if you…want to, then…” Shinsou stammered, hating every word he tripped over. It had never been difficult for him to speak to Midoriya before. Why was it suddenly the hardest thing he’d ever done?

“Actually, maybe we shouldn’t have a tickle fight,” Deku announced even as he lunged for Shinsou and tackled him to the floor. “Maybe I should just tickle you! You really need to relax, Shinsou. You act like I’m about to bite you or something.”

“I d-dohohohohon’t – I cahahahahan’t help it!” he giggled, the light pinches along his sides and ribs enough to help him loosen up a little, but not enough to really make him panic just yet. He fell onto his back on the floor, letting Deku tickle all over his torso, drawing giggle after much-needed giggle out of him.

“You don’t have to be nervous around me,” Deku continued, oblivious to Shinsou’s struggle. “We’re friends! If you want to talk about something, I’m happy to listen.”

Crap, crap, crap! Shinsou brought his hands up to cover his face, growing really, truly flustered now. “I’m sohohohohohohorry, I cahahahahan’t – I cahahahaHAHAHAHAN’T!! NAHAHAHAHAHA!!” The violet-haired boy shot his arms down to try and shove Deku away when he reached his hips, squeezing with a wicked smirk on his face. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO!! MIDORYA!!”

“Relax, Shinsou~” Deku teased, swinging a leg over to straddle his friend and pin him more firmly in place, still squeezing his hips. “Sometimes it’s best to just laugh it all out, right?”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! GOD, MIHIHIHIHIDORIYA!! NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!” Shinsou cackled, twisting and writhing on the ground. “YOU KNOHOHOHOHOHOW IT’S BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAD THEHEHEHERE!!”

“Why do you think I’m tickling you there?” Deku laughed, too, finding his hip bones and pressing in deeply. “Tickle, tickle, tickle~”

“DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHON’T!!” Shinsou cried, flustered and embarrassed but also having a lot of fun despite himself. He let out a loud shriek and kicked his legs when Deku focused on that one spot that drove him absolutely crazy. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! MIDORIYAHAHAHAHA!!”

Deku chuckled. “Feeling better? Feeling relaxed yet, Shinsou?”

Shinsou squealed, prying his eyes open just enough to see Deku’s huge smile, his bright eyes, his looming form over him, and the boy from 1-C simply could not take it anymore. “PLEHEHEHEASE!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!! MIDORIYA, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! MERCY!! MERCY MERCY MERCYEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!”

Deku stopped, but didn’t climb off of him. Shinsou gasped for breath and looked up at him, still giggling, surprised to see a tiny blush on the boy’s freckled cheeks. He blinked a few times. “M-Midoriya?”

“I…I’m s-sorry, I, uh…” Deku stammered, blinking as well. His cheeks got even pinker. “Oh! I’ll let you go—”

Shinsou reached up faster than either of them could think and grabbed onto Deku’s arms, stopping him from climbing off just yet. He forced himself to make eye contact with the smaller boy, and when he did, what he saw there gave him the encouragement he needed to finally get this off of his chest.

“Midoriya,” he said quietly, “I think I need to tell you something.”

Deku swallowed. He suddenly seemed nervous, too. “Y-Yeah?”

Shinsou’s heart was pounding against his ribcage. “I…I kind of…like you. Like…you know. That way.”

Deku let out a little gasp in response, but he never broke eye contact. His cheeks went from pink to red. “I…I t-think I like you, too, Shinsou…”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Shinsou finally moved to sit up, wrapping an arm around Deku’s back to keep him from falling over as he did so, and when he was upright again the two of them were face-to-face. Shinsou’s eyes flicked all over Deku’s blushing features, from his shining eyes down to his lips and back up again. Then he brought his free hand up to scribble against the smaller boy’s side.

Deku immediately smiled wide, giggling slightly, and Shinsou’s suspicions were confirmed. “Ugh, you’re adorable,” he muttered, pulling him into a bear hug and burying his face in his shoulder. “You know that? Adorable, Midoriya.”

“I-I think you’re cute, too,” Deku stammered, sounding incredibly flustered.

“Only cute?” Shinsou teased, digging his fingertips into the boy’s ribs, feeling him jolt in his arms but holding him tightly all the same. “Wow, and after I just poured my heart out to you.”

“Ahahahahaha nohohohohohoho! I’m sohohohohohorry!” Deku squealed, giggling and squirming but unable to go anywhere or protect himself. He tossed his head back and laughed freely. “You’re adohohohohohorable, too! Plehehehehehease, Shinsou!”

“Too late, Midoriya,” Shinsou replied, grinning into his shoulder, feeling more confident now. He slid one tickling hand down to Deku’s hip and laughed with him when he spasmed so hard they both fell to the floor. “You said I was just cute. Now you’ll have to face the wrath of the tickle monster!”

“Nohohohohohohohoho!” Deku cried, giggling hysterically, but it was obvious to both of them that he didn’t really want any of this to stop, and neither did Shinsou.

So it didn’t.

[filthfichunter]

Might i request underage, incredibly tight someone being trained to fuck by Vesemir/Eskel/Geralt. Maybe Vesemir training every boy in "fencing". Or Geralt and Eskel training Lambert or Jaskier. Belly bulge, cum inflation, overstim and any others you'd like. Breeding bench is hot af.

Dub-con into fuck yes more - con is good. No fully non-con tho please.

Okay okay, so we've established that I wouldn't know a short fill if it fell into my lap and introduced itself right??

CW for: I think I only managed to fit underage (Jaskier the year before he heads off the Oxenfurt, so however young you'd like, musical savant? Rebellious barely legal teen? Up to you), and training an incredibly tight hole, inflation, distended belly, punishment inflation, anal beads, coercion, dub-con and spanking... But everything else is totally in whatever imaginary coda I hope this inspires for you of what happens next!

Geralt wakes the bard by sliding his cock into Jaskier's mouth, pushing his hips forward until his white wiry pubic hair hides that cute nose. The kid is practically choking on it before he even fully wakes up and realizes what's happening. Startled sleepy cornflower blue eyes meet slitted cat eyed pupils. 

There is a brief pause. Geralt hilted waiting to see if he'll need to reinforce the lessons he's been teaching the bardling the last two weeks. For Jaskier that brief moment slams forward with a burst of adrenaline  as he finally wakes all the way up. A gurggle, gasping in air through his nose, as he desperately tries to get a deep enough breath, spots starting to form at the edge of his vision.

He's woken up this was every morning since the first. 

The now familiar taste and smell and discomfort calms him, and he forcefully reminds himself that it's all part of the deal he struck even if he didn't know all that he had apparently agreed to.

Geralt's hips forcefully rock, disrupting his airflow, triggering the gag reflex that hasn't quite been trained out of him yet.

The young man's eyes start to tear up even as he relaxes his throat and begins sucking.

"Good, work. Your throat is golden, the perfect little fuck sleeve." Geralt chuckles at his own joke and begins fucking his  bard's face, enjoying the way the kid's throat flutters, spasming around his girth. It doesn't take him long to come, it wasn't an over exaggeration, Jaskier's throat is tight and wet, tongue flicking over his length. He hauls Jaskier up out of his bed role when he's finished, kissing him filthily, licking his own cum out from between slick friction swollen lips.

Agreeing to let the bard follow him along the Path has been one of his smarter decisions of late. When the gangly youth, cocksure and so very pretty, had approached his table Geralt had decided to ruin him.

"I speak Elder, can juggle, play any instrument given to me, crowds have wept to hear a song from my golden throat, and  I am willing to both sing your praises and provide entertainment on our journey, should you allow me to but follow you on your nobel path this season!"

Jaskier had taken a bit of an unauthorized gap year.

"You decide to run away from home then? Someone looking for you no doubt" the Witcher had asked for forms sake, assuaging what little moral reluctance he still held, having already decided that he'd be taking the lithe twink up in what he'd offered and also what he hadn't. 

"Hmmmm"

It had been easy to see that Jaskier wasn't an actual bard or performer, not dressed in the expensive but sedate clothing, only a small rucksack  and case holding his belongings, and presumably his lute.

"I didn't run away from home sir Witcher! I am merely gathering inspiration and experience before I start my formal bardic training in the Fall!" 

"Which isn't to say that I am untrained now, merely in search of material to fule my enterance audition, you are the inspiration I seek!!"

Jaskier had thought it was a grand plan. 

Now he found himself naked gummy eyed from a fitful uncomfortable rest, breath stale from sleep and cum, reluctant to acknowledge that this hadn't been the plan. 

His cock was half hard from morning wood, jaw sore, belly still uncomfortably full from the previous evenings training, starting another morning with his Witcher.

Less time limping along after Roach was always welcome.

"Give me a show bard!" Geralt smirked, "You still haven't held up your end of the bargain and we can both agree that I have been attentive in your training, let's see if you'll disappoint again this morning"

"Thank you Geralt, for being so patient." Jaskier always tried to apologize early on, it saved him from dealing with a red bruised ass all day if he could keep from having to be corrected until at least after their lunch time stop. 

Geralt smirked enjoying the insincerity. Jaskier had started out so reluctant, and confused about his role, but after that first two hard days acclimating had learned to at least give the appearance of acceptance.

He's been working on Jaskier, getting him ready to service all of the appetites of a Witcher."Hands and knees, spread your legs wide, hump the ground, let's get you spent and loose"

Already used to such instructions Jaskier dropped getting into position. Geralt enjoyed seeing that ass jiggle infront of him as the boy dropped down into position for their morning lesson.

"I've been patient, little buttercup, but maybe what you need is a push." A solid clap, more noise than real violence echoed the clearing, Jaskier's hips rolling more fluidly, the fingers of his hands dug into the sod above his head beyond the bedding as Geralt's hand fell down twice emphasizing his threat.  

The lightly furred cheeks of the boys ass looked like a perfect peach, round, lightly furred with a hint of dewy sweat as Jaskier chased the coarse friction of the bedroll beneath him. His cock  hung vulnerable between his thighs thrusting hard  down drawing frustrated grunts.

His belly was taut and swollen beneath him, sloshing from last night's lesson training him to take more volume into his guys.

It was just plump enough that Jaskier couldn't get enough stimulation on his straining erection.

 It was never enough alone to get him off. "Hm. Your little hole is winking at me again!" The pads of Geralt's finger ran over the dry dusky starburst, "feeling shy this morning?" The rim clenched tightly around the thick rope that disappeared into a swollen hole. The friction and lack of moisture after having worm the training device all night causing the whimpers and thrusting to gain a bit more desperation.

The rope ran deep into the boy's asshole, connected to a series of graduated beads. The last bead large enough to retain the heavy expanding potion Geralt had funneled into Jaskier to aid in his training the night before.

Jaskier wasn't allowed to remove them, or empty his straining belly for the day until he'd come first.

It was his own fault.

His virgin hole had been so tight that Geralt had to punish it for refusing to cooperate. 

That first lesson, dispensed only an hour after they first met had done double duty.

Geralt forcing three of his fingers into Jaskier's mouth finger banging the back of his throat to help him get used to satisfying the Witcher with his mouth, and then those slopping spit slick fingers had reached back and smacked down on his hole, three quick spanks, then back into his mouth.

They had repeated the activity until Jaskier stopped thrashing and had eventually cum frosting against Geralt, held prone over the Witchers lap for the first time.

His hole had been too tight, from fear and anxiety the first time Geralt tried to fit the head of his cock inside. No amount of pressure was going to work, so instead of casting him aside Geralt let him know they'd work up to him fulfilling this role in their party through regular training.

There were only two anal beads that first night, liberally greased up with some salve from Geralt's pack. The beads had been small, easily thrust in and out of his asshole. 

He had cum so hard that first night he had blacked out, waking up warm, and sated Geralt's spend coating the inside of his thighs where he'd taken his own pleasure from Jaskier's unresponsive body, pinked up thighs splashed with white seed.

Every couple of days Geralt would add more beads, bigger beads getting Jaskier ready to take his cock, making do with the boy's mouth, hands, and his thighs as they worked to stretch his hole large enough to be able to take Geralt.

Attitude just brought more discomfort so it hadn't taken long for Jaskier to give in. Geralt was very handsome, and his cock was intimidating enough that he'd been grateful not to have had to take it without all of the prep work they had done together

There are a dozen heavy carved stone beads up Jaskier's ass. They bump against each other clacking and vibrating, a property of the mineral they are made from.

 With little tugs to the rope Geralt is able to peek the surface of the largest bead out of the younger man's hole. "Looks like a hungry mouth Jaskier, gobbling up almost everything, who knew my boy had TWO such hungry mouths, bear down, gape that tight little pucker" 

The bead pushes further out of his hole, stretching the rim as it starts to push out. Jaskier rim looses color under the strain a white band of stretched muscle straining.

When Jaskier isn't able to push it any further himself he earns a quick series of slaps to the meat of his ass, cheeks bouncing hard and going even pinker.

They've been working at stretching Jaskier out every evening. First on Geralt's tongue, then moving on to any number of other tools that the Witcher happened to have on hand.

The night before Jaskier had been placed on his back, nearly folded in half with his knees near his ears arms wrapped around each ofnhis own thighs holding himself open and exposed. Geralt used a funnel and inflatable tubing to deposit a potion into Jaskier. 

The tubbing had been made from pig bladder, and while it had only started out as thin as one of his own fingers it had expanded, filling him so deeply and fully that his own belly had soon blocked his view from his awkward position. 

He'd been so relieved to have the tubing pulled free that he hadn't known to brace for the potion itself expanding. An intimidating amount of slimy lubricant had filled him. 

Jaskier had passed out last night with his distended belly rocking back and forth jostled by Geralt thrusting to completion once again between his thighs.

Today's position was equally uncomfortable but at least once Jaskier came he'd be able to rest his sore belly.

Geralt rearranged the prone figure infront of him. Pushing Jaskier's legs even further apart tilting his pelvis back, putting a deep curve into the bards lower spine, everything is on display.

It only takes a little pressure before Jaskier's hole opens up and he can push his middle finger in deep, pushing the anal beads deeper. He gently pets around Jaskier's rim, barely pressing the tip of another finger in, stroking the skin around it with his other ones.

Geralt moves up to a second and third finger quickly. Picking up speed, jostling the anal beads, setting them to click against each other and vibrate up against the boy's prostate. Agitating the liquid locked behind.

As soon as it feels like Jaskier is close, walls fluttering erratically, Geralt yanks his fingers and then the beads out.

The rim of Jaskier's ass blooms and clentches rapidly as each bead is wrenched free, the thick lubricant sealed behind them exploding out. 

Jaskier tripped over into a punishing climax, overwhelmed, spent and lax after all of the stimulation.

Jaskier's unconscious body twitched and his hole spasmed.

Geralt fed three of his fingers back into the unconscious body.

Even as the sound of rhythmic squelching filled the clearing the Witcher was applying the slick dripping from Jaskier to his reawakened erection.

There's enough slimy lube that the bardling feels wet inside, like a pussy but, even after their first grueling session of the day, so much tighter.

But finally not too tight.

He'll wake Jaskier up already impaled on the thick girth of his cock. Geralt can't wait to fuck the hole he's had so much fun training. He could have had the kid bouncing on his cock the first day, but after having lived as long as he has he knows the value of drawing pleasure out. 

He can't wait to further bruise that peach ass by slamming into it with his hip bones, finally hilted deep all the way into the space he'd painstakingly carved out for himself.

Jaskier doesn't know that he won't be starting at Oxenfurt in the fall. 

Geralt is extending his boys gap year and taking him with him back to Kaer Morhen for the winter.

He did after all promise to bring that years entertainment for his fellow Witchers.

[justatiredghost]

Fixes to the Timeline ch3

Five successfully brought Dave to the future to reunite with Klaus, but there’s a lot they are going to have to deal with. It’s a big change for both of them and it’s enough to test any relationship.

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“You know,” Dave said, wandering around the edges of the room, examining the decor as well as the drawings and writings on the walls. “I don’t know what I expected your room to look like but this is so incredibly you that I don’t think I ever would have been able to guess.”

“What can I say,” Klaus said from where he sat cross legged on the bed, reapplying his eyeliner. “It didn’t take dad long to realize he couldn’t make me stop writing on the walls and then I had free reign. Also, I may have convinced him that some of it was me trying to work out my powers. He bought it way too quickly.”

Klaus winked at him. Dave mirrored his grin before approaching, lying across the bed and propping himself up on one elbow so he could watch him applying his makeup, a fond dopey grin on his face. 

“I always loved it when you got to do that when we were on leave,” he said.

“Nice to know you appreciate my work,” Klaus said. 

Back then, he had always been tempted to wear makeup more often than that. He never had been any good at being subtle so, really, makeup was the least queer thing about himself and he wasn’t sure it really would have made much of a difference. In the end, he decided not to push his luck more than he already was, especially since it might put Dave at risk alongside him.

Klaus wouldn’t exactly say the present was all that safer, though. It still held its dangers, he knew that better than most. But at least here he knew the venues and areas of town that were more queer friendly, where they might even be able to hold hands without being harassed. Dave had never had anything like that growing up and Klaus wanted him to have the opportunity to experience it. If he wanted to, of course. But Dave had always been interested whenever he had shared stories of his experiences in the past so now was as good a time as any to broach the subject.

“Maybe one day I’ll even do yours,” he added, still focused on the little mirror in his hand, hoping it sounded casual and non committal in case he wasn’t ready. 

“Yeah,” Dave said after only a moment of hesitation. “I think I’d like that.”

Klaus couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across his face. Maybe it wouldn’t be tomorrow or the day after, but Dave at least had a little more freedom now to explore his identity and to truly be himself and Klaus would be all too happy to encourage and support him every step of the way.

“This sounds like the perfect time to show you my closet,” Klaus said excitedly, setting his supplies aside before unfolding his legs and springing to his feet. “You’ve seen some of my choices in clothing so I doubt any of it will really surprise you.”

“Well where’s the fun in that?” Dave asked, chuckling.

“A challenge! I like it.”

Most of Klaus�� clothes were in a pile near the closet, he’d long since given up trying to put it away. He let Dave poke around while he chose something for himself. Despite his words, he decided to keep things relatively normal, sticking with a colorful top and a skirt. A black skirt, of course. There was always a little goth in everything he wore. Once he was dressed, he struck a pose.

“Wow,” Dave said, putting down the shirt he’d been examining. “You look amazing.”

“Of course I do,” Klaus winked at him. “Do you want to try something on?”

Dave looked down at the plain black shirt and pajama pants he was currently wearing, borrowed from Diego. 

“Why not? No offence to your brother but I am not digging this. Pick something out for me? 

“It’s a shame my leather pants won’t fit you, you’d look amazing in them,” Klaus said, stroking his chin in concentration. “I think, for now, let's start with something a little more tame. You can work up to the fun stuff.”

He dug around a bit before handing Dave a loose green shirt with pretty embroidery with the v neck laced up. There was also a pair of jeans he’d stolen from his brother that thankfully fit. 

“Not bad, not bad,” Dave said, examining himself in the mirror with a satisfied nod.

“Thought you’d like it. Now come on, let’s get this tour started!”

Being back in Dave’s presence, falling back into their dynamic as they talked and laughed, it was so easy to forget his fears and concerns, because the only thing he wanted to think about was Dave, alive and here. They were away from that godforsaken war and they had a second chance. But Klaus had to rein himself in, this was Dave’s first day back, after all. 

He knew better than most how disorienting it could be, going from war to 2019, but he’d had the luxury of coming home. Dave didn’t have that and he wasn’t sure how he’d handle all of this. They just needed to take things slow, give him time to adjust. He just desperately wanted to avoid overloading him. That was probably a good call because Dave was staring open-mouthed at everything as Klaus showed him around the Hargreeves family home. 

“I still can’t believe you grew up here,” Dave said. “When I look at you, I think of blanket forts and sunlight, not all of this.”

“Forts, yes. Mansions, definitely no,” Klaus said. 

He had the sudden urge to continue, to specify that, really, grimy alleys and condemned buildings were more his speed. Dave already knew some of his past but didn’t know that he’d spent more of his life on the streets than not, but perhaps it was best not to get into that right now. Dave didn’t need to find out how much of a failure he was the first day here. Instead, Klaus grabbed Dave’s hand and tugged him into a nearby room, plastering a smile on his face. 

“And this was dear old papa’s office. It’s not very interesting, I just like coming in here because he’s not around to stop me anymore.”

“You sure?” Dave asked, staring up at his domineering portrait of Reginald Hargreeves behind his desk. “I feel like he’s judging us. Look, his eyes even follow you when you move.”

“I know, right? Creepy. Who even keeps a portrait of themself in their own office, anyway? Did he not want to forget what he looked like?”

“Get a mirror like the rest of us,” Dave said to the portrait. 

“I don’t know about that,” Klaus said. “A giant mirror might actually be even creepier.”

They wandered around the house for a while longer, it’s empty halls making the place feel even larger. Klaus preferred it when his siblings were around, filling the space and making it seem more like a home. So instead he rambled aimlessly about anything he could think of, filling the space with his own voice instead, Dave occasionally interjecting with jokes or comments, but mostly just taking it all in. Klaus had already told him a lot about his childhood, but there was still plenty he didn’t know.

They were near the kitchen when Klaus noticed a pained expression flit across Dave’s face.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked, taking his arm.

“Yeah,” Dave said. When it became obvious Klaus wasn’t going to drop it, he continued. “I don’t suppose you have any painkillers or anything?”

“Oh, yeah, hang on,” Klaus said, sprinting off down the hall, too quickly for Dave to follow. “Don’t go anywhere!” he called back over his shoulder.

-

Dave stood awkwardly, not really sure what to do. The place was like a museum, he felt like someone might come out of nowhere to yell at him if he tried to sit down or touch anything. He was contemplating a chair when a door opened and he flinched back away from the chair guilty.

It turned out to be a pleasant-looking woman with a friendly smile. Not exactly what Dave had expected, but at least he wasn’t likely to get yelled at. Then he panicked a bit, wondering who here actually knew about him.

“Ah, you must be Dave,” she said to his relief. No awkward explanation needed then. “I’m Grace. How are you doing, dear? Need anything?”

“Oh, no, thank you ma’am. I’m fine.” 

“Well, just let me know. It’s lovely to finally meet you,” she said and Dave waved nervously as she headed towards the kitchen, leaving him to contemplate the chair again. 

He was reaching out for the chair when this time the front door opened and he tried his best not to look guilty. A man clad all in black entered; much more intimidating than Grace. The moment his eyes landed on Dave, he stopped in his tracks, eyes narrowing. 

“Who the hell are you?” he demanded.

“Oh, well you see, I—” Dave began, stumbling over his words.

“Hello, Diego, dear,” Grace said, smiling at them from the other room as she began cooking.

As if he couldn’t be bothered, Diego waved Dave away, looking uninterested.

“Nevermind,” he said as he headed for the kitchen. “I don’t actually care.”

“Now Diego, be nice to Klaus’ boyfriend,” Grace called, surprising Dave.

 He knew Klaus had told his family about their relationship, but somehow he still hadn’t expected to hear anyone say it so plainly. It was nice. Until he noticed Diego studying him critically, sizing him up as if trying to decide if he was worthy of being here or not. 

“You’re dating my brother?” he said, somehow making the question sound like a threat. 

Thankfully Five entered next. Where were all these people coming from all of a sudden? Five was kind of terrifying too but at least it was a familiar face. 

“Five, Klaus brought some stranger home,” Diego said.

“Actually I was the one who brought him here,” Five said, barely glancing up as he accepted a cup of coffee from Grace and sat down at the table.

“What?” Diego snapped. 

“Good morning by the way,” Five said to Dave. “Good to see you haven’t died on us again, I might not want to help next time.”

“Morning!” Dave said cheerily before adding to Diego, “I’ve known him for a couple weeks now and I still have no idea how to tell when he’s joking.”

“I’m not,” Five said without looking up and Dave laughed nervously. 

“Weeks? There’s no way you’ve been here for weeks, I would have noticed,” Diego said, approaching Dave and suddenly there was a knife in his hand. Where had that even come from? Klaus had mention the knives but somehow he thought he’d been exaggerating. Apparently he was not.

“Maybe I’m very sneaky?” Dave suggested, hoping his voice didn’t sound as panicked as he felt. He knew he shouldn’t be making jokes but he couldn’t help it. It was a reflex.

“Don’t,” Diego said, pointing the knife at him.

“He’s been with me,” Five said. “I saved his life and brought him here to the present last night. Diego, this is Dave.”

“Wait, the Dave?” Diego said, looking back at Five in surprise. 

“I have an article in front of my name?” Dave asked excitedly. “That sounds important! Has Klaus been talking about me? What did he say?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?” Diego asked.

“Yeah, but I got better. Thanks to Five, that is,” Dave added quickly, glancing over at him. Five seemed completely uninterested in the conversation.

“I got it, I got it,” they heard Klaus call as he came running down the hallway, bottle of aspirin in hand. He was barefoot but slid to a stop on a rug, looking like it was something he did often. “Diego, hi! I see you’ve met Dave.” 

Klaus’ hand twitches imperceptibly, no doubt him stopping himself from reaching out to take his hand. Dave had grown used to keeping their relationship a secret. They’d talked about this, about public displays of affection, and he was grateful that Klaus was willing to go at his pace, but Dave was feeling brave. Pushing down the reflexive panic, he reached out and took Klaus’ hand, shooting him a grin as he did so. Klaus squeezes his hand and smiled back, looking so incredibly fond. 

“I didn’t know this was happening, why didn’t anyone tell me?” Diego said, looking between all of them, arms out, demanding answers.

“None of us did,” Klaus said. “Five just turned up with him.”

“I’m terribly sorry, I’ll be sure to hold a family meeting the next time I want to save one of your asses,” Five said sarcastically.

Dave wasn’t sure if it was intentional or not, but the statement seemed to imply that Dave was one of them now. Apparently Klaus caught that as well because there was no missing the swell of affection and pride and appreciation in his eyes. 

“I’m happy for you, bro,” Diego said to Klaus, before adding to Dave, “and if you hurt my brother I’ll kill you.”

Normally Dave would assume anyone giving that sort of threat was exaggerating but Klaus’ family was particularly terrifying and he didn’t doubt it in the least. 

“Hey, no threatening my boyfriend,” Klaus said. “He just came back from the dead so you have to be nice to him.”

“For how long?” Diego asked.

“I don’t know, I kinda feel like that’s something he can use as an excuse for a long time. ‘Can I have the last pancake? I died so I deserve it.’”

“What a great way to get out of chores too,” Dave said.

“Oh no, I’ve created a monster!”

--

They were back to exploring the house when Dave eventually asked for something to drink and a rest. Klaus knew they should have been taking things easy but despite his careful movement Dave seemed like his usual self and it had been so easy to forget. Scolding himself internally, he ran to get a glass of water. By the time he returned, Dave was sitting on the couch, staring off into the middle distance with a glazed look in his eyes.

“Dave?” Klaus tried, voice cautious. 

When he didn’t respond, Klaus reached out to gently touch his shoulder, but recoiled almost immediately when Dave flinched away. He looked up, confusion and fear in his eyes, until he saw Klaus and visibly relaxed.

“Klaus,” he said with a relieved sigh. “Sorry about that, spacing out I guess.”

Klaus was tempted to let him have this, to play along and turn the conversation in a happier direction, make him laugh. He wasn’t sure that would actually help, though, so he resisted the urge. He knew he was bad at this, at saying the right thing and comforting other people. But he had to try. Hesitantly, he reached out again and this time Dave leaned towards him, welcoming the touch.

“Flashbacks?” Klaus asked.

“Yeah,” Dave said, looking down at his hands as he twisted them together fretfully.

“Good times, am I right?” Klaus said, sitting beside him and elbowing him gently.

“Oh yeah,” Dave said with a shaky laugh, leaning into Klaus as he wrapped his arm around him. He let his eyes fall closed and sighed before continuing. “I keep thinking I’m gonna wake up and be back there.”

“I’m legally obligated to tell you if I’m just part of your dream, otherwise it’s entrapment,” Klaus said, hoping to lighten things at least a little. There was a long pause before he continued. “I don’t know the best way to deal with any of this. I think my track record shows how bad I am at coping with, well, pretty much everything. But I’m here, if you want to talk, or if you need a distraction.”

“I’m glad you’re here,” Dave said. He took Klaus’ free hand and brought it up to place a kiss to his palm. 

“I’m glad you’re here too,” Klaus said, leaning his forehead against Dave’s.

“Fuck,” Dave said suddenly, pulling away enough to see Klaus’ face. “I wasn’t here. You had to go through all of this alone. Fuck, Klaus, I’m so sorry.”

“You were kinda dead,” Klaus chuckled. 

“Still,” Dave insisted. “I wish I could have been there for you.”

“If you promise to stop dying on me I guess I can forgive you. But you’re on thin fucking ice.”

That at least got a smile out of Dave. They sat together for a time, until Dave let out a huge yawn and they decided to make their way to bed a bit early tonight. But he looked so tired that Klaus couldn’t help but hover in a way that was probably obnoxious. Dave moved sluggishly and Klaus was terrified he’d worn him out too much.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked for the twentieth time.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m just tired,” Dave said, smiling at him no doubt in an attempt to put him at ease.

“Sorry, I probably shouldn’t have dragged you all over the house,” Klaus said.

“It’s fine really, I wanted to,” Dave said. “And if you’d tried to talk me into going back to bed I probably would have thrown a tantrum.”

Klaus knew he was exaggerating but nodded anyway, hurrying to open his bedroom door. He helped Dave crawl into bed before following, curling up against him. Dave took his hand and squeezed it tightly.

“Does it hurt?” Klaus asked eventually, glancing down at his chest. 

“It just stings a bit, I’m okay,” Dave said, smiling at him. “Thanks.”

“Your welcome?” Klaus said uncertainty. “I mean, I know I’m a gift, but I have a feeling that’s not what you’re thanking me for.”

“Yes, for you,” Dave chuckled. “For everything, really. For showing me around your childhood room, for introducing me to your family, and for just being there for me I guess.”

“Oh, don’t worry, you won’t be thanking me once you meet the rest of my family and spend any amount of time with them,” Klaus said. 

“I missed you,” Dave said, and suddenly there were tears in his eyes. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” Klaus said, pulling closer, kissing him softly. 

[sexvimpulse]

Axel: [Heads to her place and makes his way up the elevator to her apartment. He knocks on her door and waits] Miss me?

Iris: [Runs her fingers through her blonde hair and sprays on some perfume before hearing a knock on the door] Hi, stranger. [Smiles coyly as she gives a playful shrug and tugs on his shirt to pull him into the apartment] Maybe.. Did you miss me? [Takes his hands, placing them around her as she’s missed his rugged hands on her]

Axel: [Bites his lip as she pulls him in, finding her so sexy] Yes, I did. [Doesn’t play games with her as he leans down to kiss her while his hands roam her back and hips] Hm.. You smell so good.. [Practically drools over her but tries to tone it down]

Iris: [Purrs into the kiss before licking his lips as he’s about to pull away] Oh, I can tell.. You have that look in your eyes. [Whispers lowly before exposing more of her neck to him as he compliments her scent] Thank you, baby. You do too. [Coos as she pulls back to look up at him, admiring his chiseled jaw] What kept you busy while we were apart? [Runs her hands all over his chest before twisting his shirt to pull him closer] We’re supposed to have dinner but you’re making want it already. [Speaks into his ear before sucking on his lobe] Mmm.. I must’ve really missed you..

Axel: I found an Android. I was working on getting her up and running. [Explains but doesn’t reveal too much] Are you still seeing Tom? [Tilts his head as he wishes she would quit it with the other guys] Hm.. [Melts at her mouth on him] Maybe.

Iris: You found one? [Looks surprised] Is it one of those creepy looking ones that they just released? [Shivers as she thinks of the newer models. She stares at his lips as he asks and then leans in to give him a kiss] Right now? Nope. [Coos, taking a light approach about it] Right now I’m seeing you. [Places his hand on her backside as a way to get off the subject] You? Seeing any new girls? [Looks genuinely curious as she bites her lip]

Axel: Nope. She’s one of the realistic ones. Very pretty. [Rolls his eyes as he hears her, turned off every time he asked about it but he knows it’s his fault for asking] He’s fucking lame. [Shifts his jaw as he’s clearly upset] A few on and off. And I fucked the Android. [Smiles] She’s hot. [Pulls away as he’s not even in the mood to hang out with her anymore] I’m gonna go. You can call Tom over.

Iris: [Doesn’t pay too much attention to him complimenting the android before noticing how quickly his mood shifts] Baby.. Let’s not ruin tonight. [Pouts before he goes off and makes it feel like he’s trying to hurt her] You.. What? [Her blue eyes widen in confusion—catching her off guard as she doesn’t know if she’s jealous or in disbelief] You’re not going anywhere. I’m hanging out with you. [Pulls him back to her, blocking him from heading out] You’re joking, right?

Axel: Yeah. Most androids are capable of it. It’s pretty impressive how she is. [Doesn’t feel any shame as he speaks about it but doesn’t go into details] You keep stringing me along. I don’t fucking like it. [Steps back from her and crosses his arms]

Iris: What’s that supposed to mean? [Her forehead creases as her ego feels bruise, not knowing why she feels so jealous over him fucking a robot] How? We both agreed to it. You’re fucking other people too.. and an android you found. [Stares at him intensely] You’re not keeping it are you?

Axel: You know exactly what it means. And how I feel about you. But you just keep fucking around with us both and I’m bored. [Shrugs] The games aren’t cute to me anymore. [Huffs as his broad chest rises and falls] Okay and I told you repeatedly I want things to change. [Waves his hands around] I’m keeping /her/. [Corrects her with wide eyes] She’s a living being with her own consciousness.

Iris: [Rolls her eyes and folds her arms against chest. She hollows her cheeks as she isn’t fully ready to commit because of what he does, but at the same time she doesn’t want to lose him to an android] Fine, “her”. [Huffs out as she hates how jealous she’s being] How are you sure? [Raises a brow] What will it take then? For you to stop fucking her? [Tries to calm herself as she moves closer to him] If I stop seeing Tom.. Will you let her go?

Axel: What? So you don’t care if I fuck other women but an Android is out of the question? I’ve been trying to get you to dump him for a year now. I don’t believe you. [Gives her a distrusting expression]

Iris: [Keeps her lips sealed as she doesn’t want to think about the other women as her irritation is already overwhelming] It’s not enough? [Stares at him, hating the look on his face] Fine. No Tom. No other guy. Just you. [Closes the distance between them as she takes his hands again and places it back on her ass] I hate how I feel. I don’t want you with anyone or anything else. [Speaks truthfully, blinded by the jealousy and desire]

Axel: [Blinks as he hears her, unable to believe an Android has got her to change her mind after a year of games] You promise? [Hollows his cheeks] I won’t fuck anyone else. But I’m not putting her on the streets.

Iris: [Looks deeply into his eyes, willing to bend a little this time if it means keeping him all to herself] I promise. [Drapes her arms over his shoulders, sighing as his answer doesn’t fully satisfy her] Will you find someone else to take her then? [Pouts at him]

Axel: Maybe, maybe not. She doesn’t remember where she came from. [Shrugs] She’s become my friend, too. I’m not going to just dump her somewhere. She’s staying in the spare room I have. [Explains, happy that he finally has her to himself though as he pulls her close] All mine? [Bites his lip]

Iris: It better not be awkward when I come over. She can’t get jealous over your new girlfriend. [Releases a heavy sigh before ignoring it as she moves against him—weakening for his words] All yours. [Actually feels excited even though the commitment makes her nervous before leaning in to kiss him deeply] Are you mine too, stranger?

Axel: Girlfriend? [Smiles at the thought, having liked her for so long] Yes, yours. [Repeats after returning her deep kiss. He grips her ass and hoists her up to wrap her legs around him] Dinner can wait.

Iris: That’s what I am now, right? [Giggles as he picks her up, cupping his face as she strokes his tongue with hers] Oh god, you’re going to ruin me.. I won’t look pretty for dinner. [Whines but grinds against him as he carries her]

Axel: You’ll look even prettier after I use you. [Smiles darkly as he feels her cunt grinding over his hard cock. He places her on the bed before standing at the foot of it and taking off his shirt and unbuckling his belt]

Iris: [Trembles as he speaks his dark words before landing on top of the bed. She watches him with a lustful look in her eyes, spreading her legs as he undresses] Want to see your girlfriend’s wet little pussy? [Rubs her pussy over her panties before tugging on the fabric until it bunches up between her pussy lips and over her clit] Look, baby.. [Moves it to the side as she parts her pussy lips, showing off her wetness]

Axel: [Groans as she gives him that look. He tilts his head to get a good look at her pink little pussy] Fuck.. [Snaps his belt to make a loud noise before he grabs her by the ankle and pulls her closer] Now that you’re mine, you have to make up for all of the ways you’ve been bad. [Gently slaps her throbbing pussy with his belt] Take the panties off. [Demands as he strokes his dick over his pants]

Iris: [Her thighs shake as the crack of the belt scares her for a quick second. She parts her lips to speak before gasping as he drags her to him] Baby, not know.. I want you.. [Whines before feeling aroused and fearful all at the same time as he threatens her] Axel, stop.. [Furrows her brows, leaning on her elbows as he teases her cunt with the leather belt, making her even wetter that it coats it] Be good to me.. [Does as he asks as she slips the panties down her legs and covers her little pussy] I’ll be good to you now. I promise. [Pouts as she moves her leg between his, teasing his cock as he touches himself]

Axel: Mm mm. [Shakes his head disapprovingly as he moves her hand from her cunt] Now take off your dress. [Slaps her little pussy with the belt again] I’m going to show you who you really belong to. [Smiles as his deep voice is calm]

Iris: Ughhh! [Moans sharply as the belt stings her sensitive pussy, the desperation building inside of her] Axel.. [Protests as the calm voice he’s using makes her shiver and her cunt swell with need. She lifts the dress over her head, tossing it aside as she reveals her full tits in the pink lace bra] I wore this just for you.. Isn’t it pretty, baby? [Strokes the spot between her tits, drawing attention to her cleavage]

Iris: [Draws in her lower lip as he reveals his hard, thick cock seeing how the tip swells and it’s all just for her] Oh my god.. Axel.. [Places her hands on his abs as he handles her roughly and degrades her by using the belt as a leash—-loving his dark side as he’s never been this rough with her] Baby.. Mnghhh.. [Looks up at him with her big blue eyes as she pouts her lips at the tip before wrapping around the rim] Be gentle, remember? [Eggs him on as she runs her tongue up and down his slit like a little kitten]

Axel: [Groans as she teases his tip] I’ll be however I want with you. [Grunts as he shoves his dick passed her lips] Oh baby.. [Rocks his hips against her mouth, using the belt to keep her in place] Shit, baby..

Iris: [Lays her tongue flat beneath his girth as he forces her to take more of his cock. She whines as he grabs the belt to make her move at the pace he wants] Mnhhh.. Unghhh.. [Places her hand on his hip and the other on his balls as she can hear the different sounds her wet little mouth is making as he fucks her face] Baby.. [Swirls her tongue over and around his flesh as she sucks him off hungrily, loving how he feels on her tongue and how dominant he’s being]

Axel: Hm.. [His eyes roll back as he loves that she’s submitting to him] Fuck.. that little mouth feels so good.. [He shivers slightly as the wet noises make his cock throb against her tongue] Mmngh.. [Pulls out of her mouth and watches the strings of spit and precum connect her mouth and his tip] Fuck.. [His breathing is ragged as he pulls down her bra and exposes her swollen tits] This is all mine. [Slaps them until they turn pink and grips them roughly. He shoves her on the bed and turns her over, propping her on her knees and grabbing the belt from behind] Be a good little girl, Baby. [Coos as he forces his cock into her throbbing and soaked little cunt] Ungh! [Pounds into her while tugging on the belt, craning his head to watch her tits hand and bounce for him]

Iris: [Relaxes her mouth as she bobs her head forward, tears lining her eyes as his thick tip hits the back of her throat and makes her gag] Baby.. It’s too much for me.. [Parts her lips as he slides off of her tongue, catching her breath but finds no relief as her pussy is painfully aching for his attention] Ugh! Axel! Axel! [Cries out as he smacks her breasts, her nipples hardening while goosebumps appear and matches the imprint left by his hand] Yours.. All yours, baby! [Gasps as her wetness pools around her inner thighs, pushing her into a state of complete willingness] Agh.. [Her neck cranes back, her spine curving, legs spreading while on her knees for him. She wants to protest until his voice makes her shiver with wanting] I’ll be good this time.. [Closes her eyes, nodding her head before she screams out as the pressure from his cock tearing into her entrance makes her lose control of herself] Ughhh..! Oh my god.. Axel..! [Grips the bedsheets beneath her as he pounds into her in such a ruthless way that makes her feel like she’s breaking] Baby! [Whimpers as he tugs on the belt, heightening her sensitivity that her pussy clenches around his dick in response] Fuck.. Baby it hurts.. [Her claim is half-hearted as she squeezes around him, lost in hearing how his hips slam against her round asscheeks] It’s so deep.. [Tears run down her cheeks as she tries pushing back into him, unable to keep a steady rhythm as he keeps hitting her core, making her pussy soak up his cock with every thrust]

Axel: [Smiles as she tells him it hurts. He grunts as he watches her little pussy wrap around his dick] Oh fuck. [Undoes the belt and shoves her head down] Mngh.. that pussy feels even better now that it’s mine. [Moans as he kisses and marks up her back] Mine. [Pulls back and spreads her asscheeks before spitting on their sexes and her asshole to mark his territory]

Iris: [Breathes out as he removes the belt from her sore throat as forces her face down and ass up] Fuck, Axel! Yes, baby, it’s your pussy now. [Stains the bedsheets with her tears and makeup while bouncing her ass for him as he devours every inch of her] Ughhh! [Thighs shake as he spits on her, making her feel filthy and used up but secretly loving the sensation] I won’t fuck anyone else anymore.. I promise! [Grinds against him at an uneven, quickened pace—chasing after her release as the pressure becomes too much] Axel, oh my god! Mmngh! [Cums harshly for him, her juices practically flooding out of her pussy as her walls are swelling around him] Baby! [Moans loudly as her body trembles, letting him use her up as her cunt layers his cock with her wetness]

Axel: [Moans as he hears her words and rocks his hips against her] Mngh.. good girl! [Loves hearing the words from her] Fuck. Cum all over my cock, baby.. [Keeps pounding as she squirts for him. He uses the wetness to shove into her ass and own all of her holes] I’m going to rape your little asshole until I cum. [Laughs darkly, pounding inside her until he can see slight blood and he cums from the sight] Oh fuck. [Keeps pushing is cum deeper into her raped hole]

Iris: [Pouts as he pulls out of her pussy, hating how empty she feels as she shoots him a sharp look] Baby, put it back in. Your cock is mine. [Whines before parting her lips as he suddenly lines his tip higher to her tight hole] Axel..? [Breathes out his name before gasping harshly, unable to release a clear sound as he tries to push inside of her] Axel, don’t.. It hurts.. Mmm! [Tenses up as she reaches behind to try to hold him back but as his cock dives in deeper she screams from being stretched out—too sensitive to handle the mind numbing sensation] Ughhh! Axel! [Fresh tears stream down her cheeks as her body falls into submission, taking his vicious thrusts as he assaults her little asshole. She keeps her legs closed together, drunk from the sounds of he’s making] Slow, please.. [Begs while she starts to adjust and find pleasure, but his thrusts quicken and stretches her out more] Axel.. Oh my god! [Shivers as she feels his cum filling her up inside, making her thrash against him as he buries himself inside of her] Baby.. [Becomes still as she relishes in the feel of his cock throbbing and spilling more cum inside of her abused sex]

Axel: Mngh.. fuck.. [Slowly pulls out of her ass, watching as her body tries to hold onto him] Fuck.. [Collapses beside her and pulls her to him] Mm.. all mine. [Smiles as he thinks about how he fucked all of her holes]

Iris: [Her breathing is labored as her body struggles to relax while he pulls out, still wanting him inside of her even though she’s sore and torn up] Ughhh.. God.. [Bites on her lower lip and looks back him, seeing the hint of red on his cock before clenching both holes] Gentle.. [Pouts as she moves into his arms and continues to tremble] You were never like this before.. [Whispers as she can hardly think clearly with how her body is still screaming from the pain and pleasure]

Axel: [Shrugs] Because you weren’t mine. [Strokes her hair as he loves how she feels against him]

Iris: [Tries to even out her breathing as strokes his happy trail affectionally, not even sure what just happened between them] You fucked my ass too.. [Pouts as she narrows her eyes playfully] That was a rule remember? [Leans in to bite his lower lip, feeling his cum and her lightly pink juices seeping between her thighs] I'm so sore.. I look like a mess too..

Axel: [Frowns] Was it? [Tilts his head as he really forgot] Why was that a rule again? [Asks curiously] You’re my mess. [Teases her, loving her disheveled appearance]

Iris: [Leans in, sucking and biting his neck to mark him up] I’d never really played around like that before. [Laughs softly] We’re staying in for dinner. I can’t go out there looking like you just attacked me. [Shakes her head as she guides him to her, making him give her a kiss]

Axel: Oh.. [Frowns as he feels guilty for hurting her] Maybe we need a safe word? I don’t want to actually hurt you. [His brows draw together even as her kisses attempt to reassure him] No problem. We can order in. [Moves to return her kiss and hold her]

Iris: [Runs her fingers through her ruined blonde hair before smiling sweetly at him] I like how it felt.. [Whispers against his lips as if telling him a secret] You were holding back so much before. [Pouts as a part of her feels bad for making him wait so long] You’re sleeping here tonight, right? [Coos as she leans up and sees his bag by the door, smiling to herself]

Axel: [Feels relieved as she doesn’t seem upset] I was planning to. [Eyes her] Want to get rid of me already?

Iris: [Shakes her head before plopping on top of his chest as she kisses his pecs] Not in the slightest. [Moves to leave kisses around his jaw before slipping her tongue into his mouth for a teasing kiss] Whats it like finally being my boyfriend, hm?

Axel: [Bites his lip as she moves atop him] It’s nice. [Isn’t one for mushiness but he enjoys the security of an exclusive relationship] And you? Do you regret these months of stringing me along?

Iris: [Her tits are still out as she leans over him, needing the aftercare before giggling softly] Oh, definitely. I didn’t realize what I was really missing out on. [Coos before sitting up as she fixes her bra and admires her beneath her] So.. Are you going to say anything to your “roommate”? [Quotes the words as she runs her hands all over his chest]

Axel: [Looks up at her, admiring his spoiled little rich girl] I’m going to tell her the truth. [Nods as he looks up at her and stokes her thighs with his big hands] God, you’re pretty..

Iris: [Smiles coyly but her eyes are bright with mischief as he tells her what she wants to hear] Good. [Leans down to suck on his lower lip] Are you just saying that because my pussy is filled with your cum? [Admires his tattoos and broad chest, purring as he has his hands on her]

Axel: It’s actually your ass. Did you forget? [Tilts his head he’s playful with her] Kiss. [Pouts as he makes the demand] What do you want to order? [Pulls out his phone and turns the hologram on to show her different options]

Iris: Baby! [Blushes as he corrects her, leaning down to hide her face against his neck] It was a lot to take in, okay? [Grins at the double meaning before obeying him as she kisses his pout deeply] Mmm.. Thai? [Swipes through the different restaurants before seeing the vibrant hologram for pad thai] What about you, baby? [Runs her fingers over his chest] What’ll rebuild your stamina? [Grins]

Axel: What? It’s the truth.. [Laughs as he finally feels fully comfortable with her] Mm.. [Moans against her lips] I was actually just thinking about some fried noodles. [Nods] So Pad Thai sounds perfect. What else do you want? [Places the order through the hologram]

Iris: [Grinds against him as if his deep moan is vibrating through her body, loving the sounds he makes] Yeah? I want that and maybe.. hm.. [Sees more dishes before settling on another] Chicken satay? [Asks sweetly before kissing his collarbones as he makes another order, feeling so drawn to him]

Axel: Ooh that sounds so good. [Groans as he clicks on the Thai egg rolls too] You worked up an appetite in me. [Pouts but feels so content with her now]

Iris: That’s what you get for going so crazy on me. [Smiles mischievously before sitting up, whining as her body feels so used] Baby, I’m so sore.. [Pouts before looking at her backside to see all the marks on her] You really had to own me, didn’t you? [Raises a brow, leaning in to bite his lower lip]

Axel: You wouldn’t let me for so long. [Sulks as he thinks about how he waited around for her]

Iris: [Grins as she gets to see his sulky side, wondering if she’s the only one that get this out of him] Aww, poor baby. [Squeezes his cheeks as she rewards him with a sweet kiss] It was worth the wait though, wasn’t it? [Coos as she wraps her arms around his neck and bites his lobe]

Axel: [Continues to sulk until she kisses him] Yes. [Wraps his arms around her] Mm.. don’t. Unless you want it again. [Slaps her ass and grips it]

Iris: Mngh! [Whines harshly as he smacks her sore flesh—but the sting of it turns warm and makes her pussy throb for him again] You threatening me, stranger? [Lightly licks his lips before pulling away as she travels down his body, leaving kisses and bites on his abs] I was never one for sucking cock all the time.. but I always want to suck yours. [Coos as she gently drags her nails over his cock, biting back a smile as she teases him]

Axel: That’s boyfriend to you. [Scoffs before moaning as she moves down his body] Is that right? [Groans as his dick throbs from her touch] Do it then. [Cocks a brow as he challenges her to see if she’s just teasing him]

Iris: [Holds his gaze as he tests her, trying not to weaken and beg for him to fuck her as she hears his voice] Mmm.. sounds like you’re trying to play mind games with me. [Whispers against his tip before flicking it quickly with her tongue, following it with some cool air coming between her lips] I can taste myself on you, baby.. [Kneels in front of him as she lowers her head and welcomes him with her warm, wet tongue—licking up and down, and side to side until his flesh glistens] Tastes so good.. mmhmm.. [Wraps her plump lips around his rim while her hand slowly pumps his cock—easing him into a rhythm as she swirls her tongue all over the tip to get him harder]

Axel: [His chest rises and falls as she actually takes him into her mouth] Mngh.. baby.. [Groans as he slips his finger into her hair and grips gently] You look so good with my cock in your mouth, baby. [Moans and has a smirk on his face]

Iris: [Moves off of him, letting her spit drip out of her mouth and onto his cock before wrapping both hands around him as she jerks him off] How many times have you wanted to see your cock filling my mouth like this, hm? [Lifts her eyes to gaze at him as she bends down, keeping her ass up for him to see] Baby.. [Sucks him deep as she bobs her head, playing with his balls to make him weak] Unghhh.. [Breathes slowly as his thick cock makes her throat stretch out, taking him deeper until tears rim her eyes]

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At Least It’s Not Sports (Part Four - Senior Year, First Semester)

okay I am SO sorry about this but I thought I posted this yesterday and then I looked and it...wasn’t there? so if you’re getting tagged twice in this, I’m sorry. either tumblr ate this last time, or I’m a big idiot. (well...I’m always a big idiot.)

anyways. I decided to break up senior year, so here’s that sweet part 1 for ya <3

Title: At Least It’s Not Sports (High School Drama Club AU)

Pairings: Reddie, Stanlon, Benverly, Bill x Audra

Rating: they’re 18! it’s explicit now whoops

Summary: “Things will be different this year, mama,” he said softly, looking at his Keds. “Can I go?” Things would be different. Things were already different, but she didn’t know that yet. Hopefully, she wouldn’t have to know that at all.

Warnings: sexual situations, some cliche Reddie tropes (window climbing etc)

Freshman Year / Sophomore Year / Junior Year /  Senior Year Pt. 2

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(sorry for the Crucible Cast Party joke with myself but it’s relevant to the content I swear) Sonia kept Eddie pretty much confined to his room all summer, which was kind of a blessing, but mostly a curse.

The curse part was pretty straightforward. Eddie finished his summer work at the beginning of the third week, and from then on had absolutely nothing to do but daydream and (God forbid) spend time with his mother. Time with Sonia usually started with the television and ended with the bible, so on most days, Eddie picked the first option. He curled up on his bed with a book or a notepad and lost himself thinking and drawing and dreaming of thick glasses, freckled shoulders, and big hands. It would have been sweet and romantic, except that it was a far, far cry from the real thing.

The blessing part came in the form of the real thing, by way of the drainpipe.

On a hot night in the middle of July, Eddie was laying on his bed, Pride and Prejudice folded open on his stomach (it was his fifth readthrough - Lizzie Bennett was up there with Elle Woods on his list of role models) and Whitney Houston playing on his small alarm clock radio. He was in the middle of one of his favorite daydreams - the one where he and Richie ran away together to New York - when he heard it.

Something was tapping against his window.

Eddie, figuring it was a squirrel or some other annoying form of New England wildlife, tried to pull himself back into the daydream. He focused on the shade of Richie’s eyes and the slow, easy stretch of Richie’s mouth, and was just about back to the fantasy when the tap came again.

Cursing under his breath, he set Jane Austen aside and went out to see what was making noise.

When he drew back the curtains, the sight he was met with made him trip over his own feet and fall backwards onto his pink rug.

Richie Tozier was trying to curl his whole body around the frame of Eddie’s window, hanging on with his fingertips and looking terrified as shit.

Once Eddie wrapped his mind around what was happening, he jumped up to open the already cracked window the rest of the way up.

“You could have let yourself in, dumbass,” Eddie chastised him breathlessly, smiling in spite of himself.

“It didn’t seem polite,” Richie replied, gently uncoiling himself and gingerly hoisting his way into the room. He wasn’t very good at it - it took him a couple of different tries to fit his long, stickbug legs through the window in a way that made sense. Eddie did his best to stifle his laughter, but he wasn’t strong enough to choke it back, so he settled for giggling under his breath.

“To what do I owe the displeasure?” Eddie asked, still smiling as he watched Richie try and regain his bearings on the floor of his room. “And how did you know where I live? You’ve never been over here before.”

“I asked Bill.” Richie didn’t seem embarrassed about that in the slightest. “Anyway. I figured you were lonely up here in your prison, and no one else was confident in their drainpipe shimmying skills, so…voila.”

“Voila,” Eddie echoed, drinking in the details of Richie’s face like a man starved. (It had been almost two months; Eddie supposed he was starved, in a way.) “I…uh. I don’t know what to say.”

“Well, I do,” Richie said, and launched into a spirited soliloquy about Bev’s most recent Target shoplifting excursion like they were at the lunch table at school rather than in the middle of Eddie’s dimly lit bedroom that Richie had, within the last five minutes, effectively broken into. Eddie was having trouble listening…not because the story wasn’t interesting, but rather because he wasn’t quite sure if Richie was real or not. After about five minutes, he held up a hand.

“Richie, why did you come here?”

Richie stopped mid-sentence, obviously thrown off. “Huh?”

Eddie squirmed a little. “This isn’t…we don’t see each other except at school. We don’t hang out in the summer. I don’t understand.”

Richie fidgeted with his glasses, obviously embarrassed. “I told you…I figured–”

“Richie,” Eddie said, not interested in putting up with bullshit, “I know what you said.”

Richie huffed out a breath. “I…thought things were different, this year.”

Eddie’s heart leapt. Different?

“Different how?” he asked, searching Richie’s expressive face for any sign of…well, anything.

Richie was truly a consummate actor. He gave Eddie absolutely nothing. “Just…different.”

“Oh.” Eddie willed himself not to feel disappointed. “Carry on.”

Richie did.

He was right, in a way. It was different, one hundred percent different, but not in a way that either of them had to talk about. In fact, talking about it would have ruined whatever electricity was in the air.

Richie talked to him almost all night, and only left because the birds were beginning to sing. After that, his visits became a weekly ritual, and whatever was crackling between them grew stronger and stronger every time. Nothing ever happened, they just sat and talked and stared and smiled, but there was a promise in it - an understanding that it wasn’t ‘if’ something was ever going to happen, but ‘when’.

Even with that being the case, the summer wound down without Eddie’s relationship with Richie escalating at all…except for the fact that they were finally on good enough terms that Eddie wasn’t dreading seeing Richie in school in September.

This year, Sonia had taken up the mantle of dreading Eddie seeing Richie in school in September.

“What are you to do if you see him in school, Eddie Bear?” She had gone all out for his last first day of school - made him a full breakfast, took one million photos, the whole shebang - and now she was trying to use all of her “kindness” to her advantage.

“Avoid him, ma, I know.” Eddie rolled his eyes, itching to get out the door.

“And if he–”

“I won’t touch him, I won’t talk to him, I’ll make friends with girls.” Eddie rattled off all the things he knew she wanted to hear, biting back a long, tortured sigh.

“Good.” Sonia seemed satisfied. Well, almost satisfied. “I still don’t know if it would be wise to let you rejoin that club…”

“The drama club needs me, ma,” Eddie insisted. “I’m the only one who can run their backstage stuff. It’s important.”

Sonia fixed him with her most intimidating stare. “If things start to go back to the way they were, Edward, I’ll have to make some phone calls to doctors. Do you want me to make phone calls to doctors?”

Eddie felt nauseous. There was no question what kind of doctors she’d send him to - in fact, he was pretty surprised he hadn’t been shipped off there already.

“Things will be different this year, mama,” he said softly, looking at his Keds. “Can I go?”

Things would be different. Things were already different, but she didn’t know that yet. Hopefully, she wouldn’t have to know that at all.

“Yes.” She tapped her cheek, and he quickly stepped forward and kissed it, stomach still churning. “Have a wonderful first day, sweetheart. Senior year!”

“Senior year,” he repeated, numbly pushing his way out the door.

Richie was waiting for him by the side entrance to the school, where all the drama kids snuck in to hang in the band room before classes started. Eddie thought of his mother…and pushed the thought aside, instead choosing to smile as he approached Richie, heart thrumming in his chest.

“All right, Eds?” Richie smiled back, and Eddie noticed with a little jolt that the remnants of the little bug-eyed kid that flirted with him at their first ever drama workshop were still visible in the crinkles around his eyes; the stretch of his lips. So much had changed, so much was different…but it was the same, too. Eddie kind of liked that it was both. Different and the same.

“Don’t call me Eds,” he said warmly. “Are you ready?”

“Senior year?” Richie laughed, loud and full. “Are you kidding? I’ve been waiting for this my whole life.” He slung an arm around Eddie’s shoulders and began to drag him inside. “Let’s go ruuuuule the schooooool.”

Eddie followed. He was ready, too.

—-

The fall was…tense.

For once, it wasn’t Eddie’s fault. He and Richie fell back into old habits, to the point where Eddie wondered sometimes if he’d imagined whatever spark he was feeling over the summer…but it was okay; it was probably better that they were being professional about their working relationship.

(Eddie didn’t want to be professional about their working relationship…but how was he supposed to tell Richie he didn’t want to be professional when he, the stage manager, was meant to be the apex of professionalism?)

“You’ve got to stop calling me about this,” Stan had told him exasperatedly, after Eddie had called him for the forty-sixth time asking about how he’d managed his relationship with Mike.

“I’m dying, Stan,” Eddie whined, curling into himself on his bed.

“Please do that on your own time.” Stan hung up.

Even with that being the case, the drama club tension was still concentrated hard on Bev, Bill, and Audra. Bill and Audra were still together, and while Bev was pretty solidly over Bill, she was still annoyed by the whole thing.

She was also playing opposite Bill in the fall play. Eddie had groaned upon seeing the cast list - it was clearly one of Ms. Starrett’s reconciliation techniques, and it was absolutely doomed to fail. Offstage, Bill and Bev were more separate than ever, and onstage, their animosity was bleeding into their acting. Richie was all but tearing out his hair over having to share the stage with them.

The worst day of it came in early October, when Bill came to the lunch room from a study-hall meeting with Ms. Starrett with capital ‘N’ News.

“She liked my puh-play!” Bill said excitedly, sliding a copy of the piece he’d been working on in creative writing for the last three years across the table. “She wants to do it this winter!”

They all gaped back at him, astonished. “She wants to put on your student play? As like…a school thing?” Eddie asked, not sure if he’d heard him correctly.

Bill nodded. “She does.”

There was another moment of stunned silence at the table, and then Bev broke it by getting up to leave.

“Bev, seriously?” Bill asked incredulously, clearly fed up with her attitude.

“Seriously what, Bill?” Bev whipped around, glaring daggers at him. “When’s the other shoe gonna drop, huh?”

Bill furrowed his brow. “I don’t follow.”

Bev threw up the arm that wasn’t clutching her stuff. “Oh, I don’t know. You cheat on me - no repercussions, you’re still in a relationship, I’m left out to dry. You write a play, we’re doing it, no questions asked. What about us, huh? What about me?” Her voice broke, and she looked away. Ben reached out a hand to her, but she recoiled from it, clinging so hard to her things that her knuckles turned white.

“I’m sorry,” Bill said, soft and open. “I’m really sorry, Bev. I didn’t do any of it right.”

“You didn’t,” Bev agreed hotly.

“We should have broken up months before,” he continued, “but I didn’t know how to tell you that, because I wanted so badly to be your friend.”

“Well now what?” Bev asked, softer now. “We’re not friends.”

“You’re right. We’re not.” Bill looked at her, unwavering, and Eddie found himself impressed by the way that Bill was handling things. In another life, Bill might have served as a good leader for the group…but they were beyond that, now. “I want to try again.”

Bev turned her gaze to Audra, who had kept mercifully quiet though the whole argument. “And what do you think?”

“I think it’s a good idea.” Audra’s eyes remained on her tray of food. “He wants you to be his costume designer, and I think it’s a good idea, Beverly.”

Bev snapped her eyes back up to Bill in surprise. “Is that true?”

Bill nodded. “And I was hoping Ben could do sets and luh-lights, if that’s of interest to him.”

Ben looked at Bev. “I’ll think about it.”

There was a silence as they waited for Bev to speak, and then:

“Me too,” Bev said, almost inaudibly. “I’m….me too.”

Eddie and Richie looked at each other, hopeful and amazed.

They were right to have hope. Things slowly started to improve after that. The anger seeped out of Bill and Bev’s acting, first, and then out of their time at rehearsal, and finally it dissipated altogether. Lunch was suddenly a much more comfortable and inclusive experience. Ben in particular was smiling more than Eddie had ever seen him smile before in his life.

The only downside to the reconciliation was that it meant that Eddie and Richie’s not-relationship was back to being the group’s Big Shitty Feelings Thing. Bev specifically would not shut up about it, and so Eddie was forced to rehash every single Richie encounter to her in horrifying detail. He wasn’t really sure why she wanted to know, but he indulged her anyway (because he felt like he had to…definitely NOT because he enjoyed it at all in any way, shape, or form).

“He keeps leaning up against me at the lunch table.” Eddie and Bev had set up a little arrangement of chairs in a corner backstage for themselves during the weekend of the fall play, and when Bev wasn’t on stage, that space was their new gossip headquarters. “One of these days, I’m just going to fall over and die, I swear to God.”

“I was thinking, actually,” she said, picking at her manicure.

“Dangerous,” Eddie replied, arching an eyebrow.

“Definitely.” She looked over at him and smirked. “What about the cast party?”

Eddie stared back. “What about the cast party?”

“That’s when you should make your move,” she said, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

Was it the simplest thing in the world…?

His responsibilities to the fall play would be over, so he wouldn’t have to worry about professionalism, he’d be surrounded by friends, so he wouldn’t have to worry about comfort, and as for courage…

“Your Aunt is hosting, right? Will there be substances?”

“Wine and beer,” she confirmed.

To his excitement and mild horror, the beginnings of a plan were already starting to form in Eddie’s mind.

“That might not be such a bad idea,” he conceded to Bev as she got up to listen for her cue. “I guess we’ll see.”

—

The plan in its finished form was simply to get absolutely blitzed and find Richie, and within his first hour of being at Bev’s, Eddie was most of the way finished with step one.

“I just really miss you, Stanny,” he slurred into his phone, slipping across the kitchen in his socks. (He’d taken his shoes off by the door like a proper houseguest.) “I wanna…you’re just such a good friend! Such a good friend. Best friend.”

“Is there a way to record phone conversations?” Stan, on the other end, was entirely sober, and apparently bitter about it. “I want to tape this one so I can play it back to you the next time you insist you’re not annoying.”

“Bev wants me to find Richie,” Eddie continued, undeterred, “but I can’t do that r’now.”

“Why?” Stan asked, without any real interest.

“No control,” Eddie said, rolling his eyes because wasn’t it obvious? “Dunno what I’d do. Might be dangerous.”

“What you’d do, huh?” Without warning, hands appeared on either side of Eddie, boxing him in against the counter island. Eddie knew exactly who it was, but he made a show of turning around anyway, all the while pretending that his heart wasn’t trying to escape his chest.

Richie was looking down at him with the most intense expression Eddie had ever seen him wear - and he’d seen Richie do basically the whole spectrum of human emotion onstage.

Boldly, Eddie reached up and balled his fist in the front of Richie’s black show t-shirt. He felt Richie’s breath hitch, and felt powerful. “You wanna find out, Rich?”

“For fuck’s sake, you two,” Eddie had dropped his phone on the counter, so Stan was yelling to get their attention, “stop dragging this out and get to it. I’m leaving.”

The phone went silent, and they were left to stare at each other. The crackling feeling from the summer was back, and it was so fucking thick that it was hard to move…

…but Richie managed to, somehow. He fastened a hand around Eddie’s left wrist and pulled him away from the counter, out of the kitchen, up the stairs…into a bedroom.

Holy shit.

Eddie was too drunk to really feel or understand the gravity of the situation, but he knew that whatever happened was about to be momentous, so as soon as Richie closed the door, he crowded his space, not wanting to miss a single second of whatever was coming next.

“Eds?” Richie whispered, somehow both tentative and desperate, and that was it for Eddie. He surged forward, grabbing the fabric around the collar of Richie’s shirt and sinking his teeth into the skin between Richie’s neck and the slope of his shoulders.

“Fuck,” Richie breathed, burying his hands in the fabric of the back of Eddie’s drama sweatshirt while Eddie worked to kiss down his neck. “Eddie Kaspbrak, holy shit, holy fucking shit.”

He pulled Eddie’s head away and moved to kiss Eddie on the lips, but Eddie dodged out of the way. (He’d seen Pretty Woman. He knew what would happen if he let himself get too emotionally invested in what they were doing. Richie was a notorious horndog, and the more Eddie concentrated on that, the easier this would be.) “What do you want, Rich?”

Richie ran his fingers down and under Eddie’s sweatshirt, digging his fingers into the flesh of Eddie’s back. “So much, sweetheart, but I don’t want to scare you.”

Eddie couldn’t help but smile at that. He took a step backwards and took stock of Richie’s wrecked expression, marveling at how different it was from the cocky, lead-actor front that Richie usually put up, and felt a warm sort of pride blooming in his chest. He’d been the one to shake up the otherwise unflappable Richie Tozier. He had that power.

More than that, he planned to exercise it - starting by slowly sinking to his knees.

Richie looked down at him, beet red, like he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. “Dressing practice?” he joked, but he was too nervous for his words to hold any real humor.

“I want this,” Eddie said, sliding his hands up Richie’s legs slowly - more to steady himself than to be sensual, but Richie seemed affected nevertheless. “I’m not afraid.”

“Gonna dirty talk like you call light cues, huh? Short and sw–” Richie began to say, but Eddie effectively shut him up by going for the button on his pants. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Eddie, holy fuck, I…you don’t have…hhhnnn…”

Eddie ignored him in favor of unzipping his pants and pulling them down around his thighs. He huffed out a little laugh at Richie’s lucky Aquaman boxers…and earned himself a soft, high whimper from Richie.

He tore his eyes from Richie’s crotch and turned them up to Richie’s face, trying to gauge how he was doing. He was met with an expression that was equal parts lust and panic.

“Are you sure?” he asked, eyes huge in the reflection of his still-terrible glasses. “I didn’t bring you up here to–”

Eddie, drunk and confident, moved his hand up to grope at the very, very prominent outline of Richie’s dick in his boxers. It was bigger than Eddie had registered it being when he’d come in almost-contact with it backstage…or was that just the alcohol distorting things?

Anyway, he had his hand on it, which was fucking awesome and awkward and everything in between. Richie made a noise like a wounded animal and jerked his hips forward.

“Okay?” Eddie asked, head swimming. “I didn’t…I don’t know what I’m doing, really, so if it’s bad–”

“Not bad,” Richie said quickly, reaching down and burying a hand in Eddie’s hair. “Really, really not bad.”

“Good,” Eddie whispered, leaning forward to mouth over Richie’s still-clothed erection. Richie let out a stream of expletives above him, which was encouraging, so Eddie pressed a final little kiss to Richie’s confined dick and moved his hands up to the waistband of Richie’s boxers. “We never got this far backstage.”

“No, but Jesus…you don’t know how many times I’ve looked down and thought…I thought…” Richie tugged at Eddie’s hair a little bit, obviously still nervous.

“Tell me you want me,” Eddie asked, hazily recognizing Richie’s nerves. “Richie.”

“Fuck, Eds, I’m…I’ve never done this either, I don’t mean to…yes, I want you, yes, yes, yes.”

Eddie filed the ‘never done this before’ factoid away as something to bring up with him later, and pulled down Richie’s boxers in one deft tug. Richie’s dick was right there to greet him; in fact, it all but hit him in the face as it sprang free, which made Eddie laugh a little bit. Classic Richie - even his genitals were overenthusiastic.

Richie, for his part, was looking down at Eddie like Eddie had personally handed him a million dollars in cash. Eddie preened at that a little bit, and used it as encouragement to lean forward and take the tip of Richie’s dick in his mouth.

The rest of it was sort of a blur.

He remembered having as much of Richie in his mouth as he could possibly hold - practically choking - and being thankful for years of practice dry-swallowing pills. He remembered the bitter taste of skin, strong and all-consuming. He remembered Richie mumbling what Eddie assumed was nonsense above him and stroking feverishly through his hair.

It was over in less than five minutes. Eddie was too lost in the spin of the world and his mind to register Richie’s attempts to get him to come up off of his dick, so he ended up with a mouthful of jizz. That would have really freaked Sober Eddie out, but Drunk Eddie didn’t care. He found a box of tissues on the nightstand nearby, took one out, and spit.

After he was finished, Richie sat on the bed and gestured for Eddie to join him. He was flushed and sweaty and there was a huge grin on his stupid fucking face and Eddie loved him, loved him, loved him so much that he could practically already feel his heart breaking with the knowledge that this wasn’t permanent.

Against his better judgement, Eddie crossed to the bed and flopped over onto it, painfully aware of his proximity to Richie.

“Hey.” Eddie heard and felt Richie sink down beside him. “Hey. Look at me.”

Eddie picked his head up to look. Richie was peering over at him, practically close enough to kiss.

“That was fucking incredible,” he whispered, and Eddie felt his insides freeze, because wasn’t that usually a lead into ‘but let’s stay friends’ or ‘no homo’ or whatever?

Richie didn’t keep talking, though. Instead, he tried for a kiss again…and Eddie rolled over, chest clenching painfully. He couldn’t handle intimacy with Richie if it was just going to be like this. He could handle what they’d just done, but some things were…too much.

Richie pulled him back over again. “Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”

Eddie squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. “Everything’s fine.”

“Obviously not, dumbass.” He felt Richie’s hand under his jaw, and shuddered. “Jesus, Eds…are you drunk?”

Eddie opened his eyes at that, peering confusedly back up at Richie. “We’re both drunk.”

Richie looked like he was about to throw up. “No…no, I’m not, I…oh, fucking FUCK, Eddie.”

“Are you mad at me?” Eddie whispered, watching Richie’s hands moving from his lap to his hair and back again and feeling like he was somehow disconnected from what was happening in his own life.

“No, not you, never you.” Richie yanked his pants back up shakily. “Mad at myself, mad for taking advantage of you and getting my hopes up and just…fuck, Eddie.”

He was leaving. Eddie must have done something wrong, because Richie was leaving. Shit, shit, shit.

“I love you,” Eddie called weakly, feeling like it was the last weapon he had at his disposal.

Richie looked back at him from the doorway, face twisted up in hurt and grief. “No, you don’t.”

Eddie was too woozy to protest.

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Richie Tozier's Mistletoe Fiasco (Hanzier)

for @finnsjack

from @stnbrough (pastelstanuris)

The snow fell gently in front of Richie’s eyes as he skidded through the snow, clutching something in his hand and trying his best to see through the icy haze. Typical to him, rather than wearing clothes that would suit the weather, the lack of a scarf, coat and hat made his teeth chatter and left his face flushed. A warm orange glow in the distance caused a more satisfying heat to flow through his body in anticipation of seeing who was behind the door of the house his eyes were locked on.

Pure snow was tarnished by Richie’s clumsy steps, and the crunch of his boots in the white blanket was a symbol of the perfect winter.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

The item was clenched harder in his fist as the door swung open, leaving Richie faced with a warm smile and a welcoming aura.

“Hey, Richie.”

“Hi, Mike.” Richie croaked, having to clear his throat at least ten times to spit out only two words.

“You coming in, or are you just gonna stand there?” He chuckled. He stepped aside and waited for Richie to tap the snow off of his boots and walk into the Hanlon household.

Richie walked cautiously through the hallway, eyes darting around nervously. “Are your mom and dad home?”

“Is this the setup for a joke?”

“No! I just. I wanted to-” He was uncharacteristically at a loss for words, which left Mike confused.  “This was supposed to be smooth.”

He frowned at Richie’s nervous nature. “What was?”

Without thinking, he thrust the item in front of Mike’s face, holding it there for a few seconds. Once he realised it was in the wrong position, he lifted it up so it was above their heads.

It happened fast, so Mike didn’t get the chance to see it. But when he did - oh.

Mistletoe.  

Although he hadn’t gained a reaction yet, Richie was slipping back into his usual persona. “You gonna leave me hanging?” He winked.

Mike’s lips moved wordlessly for a second. “I…”

The mistletoe was crumbling in Richie’s hand.

“Should we go watch a movie?” Mike blurted out.

The mistletoe had now been dropped to the floor.

“Sure.”

As Mike smiled nervously and made his way to the living room, Richie made sure to crush the plant under his boot as he followed.

♡

“It’s because you freaked him out, genius. Who wants a plant thrust in their face for no reason, a kissing plant, when you think you’re just friends?”

The losers, aside from Beverly and Mike (they were going on their weekly trip to the bakery to pick up some cupcakes) were at the quarry, bikes at their feet.

“That was the whole point! For him to realise we’re not just friends!” Richie protested, kicking the dirt and causing dust to swirl around the immediate environment.

Stan and Eddie flinched at the oncoming filth, but still managed to provide an answer. “Maybe you should get him a present rather than shoving foliage in his face?” Stan suggested. Ben, Eddie and Bill nodded vigorously.

He sighed. “Fine. I’ll do some extra chores this week.”

“Guh-G-Good luck.”

♡

Sure, Richie had the money after two weeks of saving, but now he actually had to buy Mike something. Something that was sincere enough to make him fall in love with him, but not expensive enough that he had to sell his kidneys.

Wonderful.

♡

Stan

“Stanley, Stan. What’s a good Christmas present? You’d know.”

“I literally wouldn’t.”

A pause.

A sigh.

“I’m Jewish.”

♡

Bill

“Well, I’ve nuh-huh-ever bought a present for s-someone I liked before-” Richie rolled his eyes when he saw his gaze drift over to Stan frowning at some tinsel in the corner, “-but e-e-everyone likes my druh-awings? You might h-have a hidden talent.”

“Hey, y’know, if you’re looking for something you could give Stan-”

“I’m n-not taking that Menorah sweater f-f-from you.”

“Fuck.”

♡

Eddie

“Well he doesn’t have a well-stocked medicine cabinet, I’ve checked. Cold medicine never hurt anyone.”

“Thanks for the fucking useless advice, Eds.”

“Beep fucking beep, Rich.”

♡

Beverly

As Beverly walked into Richie’s bedroom, she scoffed at the scene.

He was contorted into an awkward position, a bow nestled in his messy hair, attempting to fit into a box.

“Richie, you can’t be the present.”

A muffled scream came from her friend.

“Well, what the fuck am I supposed to do?!”

Beverly sighed and walked slowly over to Richie, pulling the bow from his hair (prompting an “ow!”), and saying “I don’t know, maybe talk to him, like a human being?”

He was currently the epitome of grumpiness and frustration. “Sure, I can do that,” he responded sarcastically, “just let me turn into Stan, and be an actual functioning person. Wait, fuck that, now isn’t the time to compliment him.”

Beverly snorted and pushed him to the ground from his crouching position. “Not everyone is like you, Rich. Mike doesn’t want grand gestures or expensive presents, he wants honesty. Look, the guys told me about the whole present thing, and they’re useless, so don’t listen to them. It’s about what Mike wants, not what they think he wants.”

While rubbing his ass after it landed so abruptly on the ground, he nodded absentmindedly. “Sure.” He still had one very romantic option left.

“You’re not even listening to me, are you?”

“Yes, Bev, your hair looks very nice. I gotta go.”

“Richie!-”

♡

Ben

“I could write him a poem?”

“Haystack, you’re my saviour. Be sure not to make it too good though, okay? And this is about Mike. Mike. Not Beverly.”

“I think I know the difference between the two, Richie.”

“You keep telling yourself that, loverboy.”

♡

The presents were all scattered across Richie’s bedroom floor. None of them were right.

First of all, the painting was terrible. He hadn’t been in an art class for years, he could barely draw stick figures. Still, he knew Mike’s favourite flowers were daffodils, so he tried to go all Van Gogh and draw some in a vase. They looked more like deformed creatures from outer space.

Stan was no help, so that meant he was one present down.

He couldn’t actually believe he’d listened to Eddie - he’d bought a huge bottle of cough syrup, and wrapped it with gold ribbon. Mike never got sick, what was he thinking?

Ben’s present was nice, sure, but it was clearly his handwriting, and it was clearly about the wrong gender, and the wrong person entirely.

It was December 23rd, and he’d arranged for he and Mike to exchange gifts on Christmas Eve. With the stress of present-buying, he hadn’t actually been able to hang out with him in a while. Richie was either busy mowing someone’s lawn, or Mike had chores at the farm.

It was cheesy, but he missed him so much his heart ached. He missed Mike’s soft laugh when he managed to spit out a decent joke, and the way their hands brushed against each other when Mike walked him to his door, the blinding grin that always replaced a goodbye which left Richie weak in the knees.

If he could bottle those thoughts, that would be the perfect present.

♡

December 24th

There was no mistletoe in his hand this time as he approached the house. That was half because he had an armful of clumsily wrapped presents, and half because he was expecting the outcome to be negative.

Mike still managed to take his breath away when he opened the door, despite him seeing his face almost every day.

“Presents!” Richie yelled. Maybe if he was loud enough, Mike wouldn’t realise what an idiot he was being.

“Presents,” Mike repeated with an amused smile.

“Do you wanna go first?” Richie asked. If Mike only bought him, like, a cactus or something, maybe he’d feel better about his gifts.

Mike handed over the small parcel without hesitation. The box was purple (his favourite colour), and the item was nestled in pink tissue paper.

It was a mixtape.

RICHIE was written in block letters with a sharpie.

“It’s not much, but I know how much, you love your music, and I’ve listened to a few of your records before, so-” Mike was the one babbling now.

“No, it’s perfect.” He whispered. He could feel his throat getting tight and tears forming in his eyes. “I feel so bad.”

Richie probably shouldn’t have been focusing on this in particular, but Mike’s Christmas sweater was the perfect shade of blue. Blue always looked the best on him. He was moving towards him, getting so close their hands were touching. Only Richie’s armful of presents were stopping them from going any further. “Why?”

Seeing that they were close to the couch, Richie sprang back from the warmth of Mike’s presence and dumped his gifts on there before slumping into the cushions defeatedly.

“You can open them if you want,” he mumbled. “But they’re awful. I got you cough medicine, a painting that looks like a five year old did it, and a poem. I gave Ben like ten dollars to write it, and he mentioned red hair! Red hair! I tried to make myself the present but Bev said that was stupid, and, and-” Mike didn’t interrupt, just sat in the armchair across from him and listened.

Richie shifted awkwardly and tried to clear his head.

“When I was wrapping the stupid presents - nearly maimed myself with scissors, by the way - I realised none of them were good enough. And I thought that was just because I don’t know you well enough, or I needed to spend more money. But Bev was right, you don’t want presents, you just want honesty. So.” He breathed out slowly. “I have the most embarrassingly huge crush on you. One time I actually gave Bill twenty dollars to stay at home when we were supposed to go to the movies together so I could be alone with you. Every time someone asks you out I feel ill. I asked Stan, Bill, Ben and Eddie to give me ideas for presents so I didn’t disappoint you. And you just made me a mix tape and I cried. Shit.”

Mike was quiet for a while. “I have another present for you, actually.”

Oh. So he was just going to ignore it, like last time. “Sure,” Richie sniffed. “Hit me with it.”

It was another box, but blue this time.

As he opened it with shaky hands, he saw that nestled inside it was-

Mistletoe.

Mike took it out of the box and held it over their heads.

Richie couldn’t breathe. Surely this wasn’t happening. He couldn’t bring himself to move.

“You gonna leave me hanging?” Mike grinned.

As the snowflakes drifted to the ground for the 5th time that week in Derry, Richie Tozier wrapped his arms around Mike Hanlon’s neck and kissed him like his life depended on it. As the taller boy’s hands settled on his waist, the mistletoe was left to fall to the ground.

Maybe someone else could find some use for it - but they didn’t need excuses to kiss anymore.

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The One With All The Books: My favorites + tips on how to get out of your reading slump!

Ever since I was a kid, I've been obsessed with books: while most children I knew then were preoccupied with Barbie dolls and battleships, I immersed myself in fictional worlds and found trusty companions in protagonists who embarked on adventures that transcended the limits of the physical universe. Back then, I would sleep with them under my pillow, read them in the backseat of our family car even on rather turbulent road trips, and turn to them during boring class discussions.

Over time, they ended up shaping my opinions and world views, fueling my hunger for knowledge, and inspiring me to put my own thoughts down on paper. It's safe to say I wouldn't be the person I am now, had it not been for my love for the written word. Which is why I find it odd that I haven't made any of the standard recommendation posts that would normally be found on the personal blog of someone like me. In an attempt to fix that, I'm sharing with you my eight favorites of all time, not only to give them a fitting tribute (that will still not be able to do their profound impact any justice), but also encourage you to pick up a good read! Who knows, maybe it'll change your life as much as it did to mine!

A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle

As a kid, I loved both science and fiction, but always saw them as two concepts completely opposite from each other. When I found out that they could marry and live in perfect harmony in a genre of their own, I was over the moon. It was exciting enough, getting to teleport across universes by folding the fabric of space and time, encounter terrifying creatures who somehow parallel actual people on Earth, and learn about obscure scientific concepts. But, the fact that it manages to tie in the triumph of good over evil, and the power of familial love was just the cherry on top for me. I brought this with me everywhere I went for a solid two months, obviously with good reason.

The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

My mom had recommended this to me in high school, and I put off buying it for so long because I originally thought I was "too old to be reading stuff like that". Much to my surprise, what was practically disguised as a children's book, with its simple prose and watercolor illustrations, served as both as a moral allegory and criticism of the way adults operate in today's world. Though its length can trick you into thinking it's a fast read, most passages demand to be looked at a second time, reflected on, and shared to the nearest person—if you're the type to protest against annotating, you might have to rethink your stance.

Inkheart by Cornelia Funke

When I was in grade school, my parents had this rule where I was only allowed to buy a new book during special occasions, to control the growing number we had piling up in our house. I remember seeing this in the NBS branch in Glorietta, and having to wait until the end of the quarter to ask my parents to get it for me. Oh, well: as the cheesy saying goes, "True love waits." Although if there is anyone who loves books more than I do, it's Meggie Folchart, as she has inherited her father's gift of bringing fictional characters to life. But, when disaster strikes, as it always does, she must learn how to harness this special power and save her family. The world-building and imagery is unbelievably rich, Funke doesn't just paint a picture in your head: she creates a whole ass movie. No wonder eight year-old me put her up on a pedestal.

To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before (the entire series, but maybe the third was my favorite) (ok it was, don't tell the two others) by Jenny Han

The blurb at the back of the book certainly doesn't do it justice: I remember finding this at a nearby Fully Booked and putting it down instantly, dismissing it as another cliche YA novel. Sure, Lara Jean Covey has to deal with all five of her unsent love letters to her crushes being mysteriously sent out, but she also grapples with important issues such as identity, family, and—in the third book—the future. I read Always and Forever, Lara Jean during the summer before I entered university, and every single line resonated with me so much I paused at the end of every chapter to take a crying selfie. Plus, Peter Kavinsky is my literary dream boy: if I ever expect my future significant other to take me on a cross-country road trip to go antique shopping, they'll only have him to blame.

Why We Broke Up by Daniel Handler

We're taught that we shouldn't judge books by their covers, but I'm glad my twelve year old self decided to brush that aside when she bought this. Although I didn't end up reading it until five years after, I devoured the thick hardbound in a day and a half, and was reduced to a ball on my couch shortly afterwards. I know the book has the most self-explanatory title, but it's just that it takes on the universal experience of first love and heartbreak so authentically. The stream of consciousness writing style and slow pacing may be an issue for some, but I reckon it adds to its charm, as it allows Min to take readers through all the motions of a relationship in a way so relatable, entering her headspace feels like slipping into a second skin.

The 7 Habits of Highly Effective Teens by Sean Covey

A friend of mine in high school had complained to me that her mother had made this required reading for her, and I suggested I'd take it off her hands for a bit. I ended up going through her copy thrice in a month. (Ah, what I would give to go back to the days when I could still afford to read on school days.) An issue a lot of books that claim to "change your life" have is that they elaborate on these supposedly groundbreaking ideas, yet fail to break them down into doable action steps. Fortunately, Covey shares his practical advice in a structured manner, complete with examples, illustrations, and the occasional dad joke, freeing it from any preachy or condescending undertones. I don't know how to say that this is the only self-help book you'll ever need without sounding like someone from the Home Shopping Network.

When Breath Becomes Air by Paul Kalanithi

This paperback intimidated me from the moment I first saw it on a shelf, because of the metaphorical title and steep price. But, good thing I got around to buying it eventually: this harrowing story is told by a promising doctor with his whole life ahead of him, who turns into a patient as soon as he is diagnosed with stage IV lung cancer. Reading this was difficult, because I knew that no matter how hard I tried to dissect and reflect on the questions of life and death being posed by the author, I could never come close to understanding how he felt. But, that didn't make the experience any less necessary.

Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert

Creativity is a rather difficult concept to talk about in depth, because it seems so abstract. This is why the author advises readers to treat it as a living entity: one that bestows the best of ideas to those who nurture it, complements the hustle and bustle of our daily lives, and demands our full participation despite the looming presence of fear. I finished this on a school bus ride home from school, and the minute I got home, I marathoned Gilbert's TED talks and keynote speeches on YouTube: there is a distinctly tender, somewhat spiritual quality in the way she speaks about her craft, that easily makes you hang on to and follow every word she says.

Now I know books aren't everyone's go-to when looking for a way to pass the time: I've heard people say that they can't find time for it, that there's nothing out there that piques their interest, or they simply don't have the patience, given that social media posts and Netflix shows practically hold our attention spans captive in this day and age. While all are valid points, they can clearly be worked around! I was in a funk during the start of my Christmas break, because I hadn't touched a non-academic book since the new school year had started. But, I managed to finish four in the span of a month, and am currently on my fifth, as of this writing. Here are some tips I have, just in case you want to kick your reading slump in the ass as well.

Start small. Like with any habit you want to build, introduce the behavior in small increments: five push-ups, five minutes of meditation, fifty pages of a novella. Then, once you're starting to get the hang of it again and you don't feel your two brain cells shrieking for help because they can't figure out if "lived" is an actual word in the English language, you can increase it depending on your progress. This happened to me when, thanks to a notably bad case of tsundoku, I had amassed 14 (!!!) unread books in a year. I decided to tackle as soon as my vacation started, so I kicked it off with a rather easy read: Matilda by Roald Dahl, 232 pages thin, with numerous drawings.

Read something you'd actually enjoy! It's gonna be hard to stay engaged in something that doesn't excite or entice you: reading is supposed to be a hobby, not a household chore. Find something written on an interest of yours, a field of study that you've always been curious about, a person that you've looked up to for forever: I truly believe that there is no topic that hasn't been written about at this point in time.

On a somewhat related note, don't be afraid to DNF books that don't satisfy you. A lot of us pick books up because everyone else loves it, and are afraid to put it down for the fear of being othered. But, if we've all come to believe that we should sever ties with people who no longer serve us, what makes it any different for books that just don't touch our lives? I remember reading The Bell Jar when I was 13 because it came highly recommended by someone on Instagram who I found really cool. It was far too heavy for me, but I couldn't find the heart to shelf it especially after how much it cost me.

Remember that physical copies are not the only way to go. Thanks to the presence of audio and e-books, one can now enjoy stories anywhere and any time, without the daunting feel of several pages, or the burden of lugging around heavy hardbounds. (Although you are missing out on one of the best parts of reading: new book smell. Your loss.) One might find it easier to process the information this way, or even appreciate whatever the author has to say.

Talk about it with a friend! They could help keep you accountable in following through your reading goals, give you solid (and sometimes even personalized) recommendations, or accompany you in mourning over the death of a major character. It's always been a dream of mine to start or join a book club for these exact reasons, but I'm afraid this post is possibly the closest I could get to that right now. Nevertheless, I'd love to hear your suggestions and give you more of my own! Drop me a message here (or here, here, and here!) if ever you're interested.

Love and light,

Angel