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jo-harrington · 2 years ago

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Standard Operating Procedures 1.01 (Eddie Munson x Store Manager!Reader)

Previous Part: Sales Pitch

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie Munson's Official Comprehensive Pizza Tour of Hawkins

Warnings/Themes: Reader works at the Claire's at StarCourt. Eddie works at TapeWorld. Fluffy and awkward and a little bit emotional. Slowish Burnish because of reasons. AU where the Upside Down doesn't terrorize Hawkins.

Note: Don't know if this should become a series of Standard Operating Procedures that specifically feature their hang outs/not-a-date nights? Because I have other ideas that are not their Sunday nights that I am also interested in writing. I JUST LOVE THEM OK?

Also minor disclaimer that Reader mentions being from Chicago in this, but has mentioned knowing small town mentality in Sales Pitch. She's from the suburbs, she's saying Chicago but she's from the suburbs. It's just what we do. (And if you're in the know but are suspish, she is not, I repeat, is not from Naperville.)

You can find my masterlist here for more featuring Eddie and his favorite Store Manager, and all of my other random Eddie Headcanons.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

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"Tonight’s the night!"

"Yep."

"You going to meet her upstairs?"

"Uh huh."

"You seem nervous...you nervous Ed?”

"Really trying to keep my mind off it, man," Eddie grumbled and went back to counting down the registers and ignoring his boss' teasing.

Kyle was like the older brother Eddie never realized he wanted and now, after working together for a few weeks, was kind of glad he didn't actually have.

Eddie had been shitting bricks at his interview. This job was something he really wanted and he truly thought that he would be rejected immediately, knowing his reputation around town. But Kyle was not from Hawkins. He had been the manager at the Tape World at the Muncie Mall and then transferred when he heard that a new store at StarCourt was opening.

And in what was either the dumbest or smartest move ever, when Kyle asked if Eddie had any questions at the end of the interview, Eddie asked why he chose to move to the desolate pit that was Hawkins, instead of literally anywhere else.

"For some people, escape is a thousand miles away," Kyle explained. "And for others, it's like...an hour up highway 65."

Then Kyle offered him a job as a key holder, saying that had been the most insightful question he had gotten all day. (With the added bonus that Eddie was also over 18.)

Even after the official paperwork was filled out, after Eddie got his keys, after the first paycheck was cashed, after Kyle literally asked him one night after closing if he knew of any dealers in town that could hook him up, Eddie still felt like it was the biggest prank being played on him.

(Eddie gave him Rick's address because there was no way in hell he was going to sell weed to his own boss. He might be stupid but he wasn't dumb.)

And sure, Kyle could be a hardass sometimes, like any boss could be. He cared about his business. But he was so easygoing and took care of everyone. Made sure everyone was able to have the hours they wanted. He knew a lot about music and really challenged Eddie to be open minded about his personal music preferences.

He also ribbed Eddie to no end after you, "the cute chick from that jewelry place," brought him cookies during opening week.

"She thinks you're cute too by the way," Kyle insisted.

"That's hilarious," Eddie snorted. "She was super rude when she came in."

"Food beats rude, Ed. She likes you."

Eddie, of course, refused to believe it. He had seen his fair share of stuck up, fake, cheerleader types yanking his chain only to laugh in his face when he made a fool of himself.

So he stuck to the Munson Doctrine. And vowed never again.

When he told Kyle as much, Kyle just shrugged and ate the cookies himself. "Your loss man."

But Eddie kept seeing you around and you kept smiling at him. And then...well, he didn't really know what to make of you. One plus one was not adding up to two. And when you didn’t give up whatever game he was convinced you were playing, Kyle was inevitably there to play Devil’s Advocate.

“Just go and say hi. Or at least smile dude. God, no wonder people think you’re some evil brooding asshole. Kidding. I’m kidding. She’s new in town. Maybe she needs a weed dealer too. Or maybe she likes metal. Just go talk to her. Fuck it, ask her to hang out. What’s there to lose?”

So he took Kyle's advice, and that was probably the last thing he should have done because now he had a date. Was it a date? Neither of you had really specified. Eddie kicked himself when he got back to the store and realized that aside from the agreed upon Sunday after close and Pizza, no actual commitment to a date had been made.

All Eddie knew was, Kyle wouldn't get off his fucking ass about it.

"Ok so here's what you're gonna do," Kyle clapped him on the shoulder after they locked up and Eddie was about to head up to meet you. "You're gonna be really respectful--"

"I've got it."

"--and really cool, because you can kind of be a nerd sometimes--"

"I've gone on a date before, fuck."

"Did you or did you just fool around with someone at the back of a dark movie theater?" Eddie refused to look him in the eye and Kyle snorted. "I knew it."

He proceeded to give him some halfway decent advice before sending Eddie on his way. The advice was now bouncing around Eddie's head, along with every single shred of self-doubt he'd ever had, as he waited outside of your store.

You had smiled and waved when you saw him through the gate, and he was really trying not to stare as you wrapped up your own closing tasks. He fidgeted with his rings, he nodded as other mall employees he knew passed by on the way to the exit, he wondered if he would survive the fall if he just fell backwards over the railing overlooking the food court.

Surely a cracked skull would be better than everything he was feeling right now.

When you disappeared into the back for several minutes, Eddie let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. There really was no turning back now. He was going to be spending the rest of his Sunday with you.

He tried not to smile like an idiot, but he honestly couldn’t help it.

Finally, you made your return and ducked under the gate before locking it. When you turned to face him, Eddie stared and that smile disappeared as he went from giddy to utterly dumbstruck.

No neon, no scrunchies, no stacks of jingling bracelets. Your hair was down and the obnoxiously bright eyeshadow you were just wearing--that he could clearly see, even from outside of the store--had been wiped away.

"Hey, so I obviously drove to work," you closed the distance between the two of you, breaking Eddie from his reverie with a long string of words that, were he in his right mind, Eddie would have wondered whether you had practiced beforehand. "But I didn't know if you wanted to maybe drive and I'll pay for the pizza because I really don't know my way around yet except for home, work, and the grocery store. And if I just follow you and we get separated or something, you're probably gonna have to send a search party.

"Unless it’s kind of near Main Street then I’ll be…well if—what?" You raised your eyebrows when you noticed he was staring.

"What?" Eddie parroted, processing...well, just processing. Trying to figure you out once again.

You looked down at yourself and fidgeted where you stood.

Shit.

"Yeah I know, it's different," you shrugged down at your perfectly normal outfit. A Cherry Coke t-shirt, jean shorts, and a baggy sweater. "I thought...well it's just pizza…so I figured casual—”

"No, it's totally fine, I'm sorry. You look..." Eddie suddenly couldn't remember any of Kyle's advice.

He had been practicing the whole you look nice compliment with the picture of you that existed in his mind: The trendy store manager. Which, yeah did look nice on you, but was also a little intimidating, if Eddie was honest with himself. Those clothes were the same clothes as the girls who lived in Loch Nora who teased him because he lived in a trailer park. The high ponytail and scrunchies were the cheerleaders who laughed when the jocks pushed him and his friends around. All of it tied back to people he hated, people who hated him.

And now suddenly, that wasn’t you. It was a relief. He could look at you and not worry that some sharp, pain-inflicting words would be directed at him.

But the look on your face, the fidgeting, the stammering and backtracking. Eddie realized you were just as nervous as he was.

How many times had Wayne--or even Rick once or twice--said the kind of people who judged someone’s looks before their character were not worth having around anyway? Now here he was, doing just that.

Shit.

"I just wasn't expecting you to look--"

"Yeah," you laughed nervously, interrupting him. "I really only wear that stuff for work. It's a lot. And you kind of have to look the part. I think I mentioned that…before right?”

"It's fine, you look great," Eddie offered, gaining enough courage to stop you from feeling bad because of his stupid nerves and big mouth. "Really. I just...have never not seen you like that. And now—”

"It's silly. I feel silly wearing that stuff sometimes," you admitted, playing with the hem of your sweater. "And I do like some of it. The jewelry, for sure. But altogether...well it's still me. It’s just the me who also answers the phone in a different voice, and comforts kids when they're scared to get their ears pierced, and tells people what's on sale. And this is me when I'm not that."

You shrugged and held your arms out, and Eddie could clearly understand the unspoken "so take it or leave it."

Eddie took a second to process and then smiled again. Of course he would take it. He would be stupid not to.

"I get it," he nodded.

"Really?" you smiled. “Cool.”

"Cool." There was a beat. "So back to the original topic of conversation, I can definitely drive us around but there is no way I'm letting you pay for pizza. I'm the one who asked you to hang out, after all."

He started walking away, leaving you to protest as you followed.

---

There were only 3 really good pizza places in Hawkins, in Eddie's professional opinion: Lou's on 8th street, Pizzeria Uno which was conveniently in the same strip mall as the arcade and the video store, and Domino's. None of which had any indoor seating, which meant the two of you could sit in the back of Eddie's van with the doors open so you could enjoy the nice weather and talk.

Eddie, of course, had cleaned the van beforehand. All of the shit his friends left after gigs or when they stopped for food when he drove them home from Hellfire during the school year. Random empty baggies, magazines he really didn’t want you to see (yet…or maybe ever), and some other questionable things. It all needed to go.

And although you seemed a little hesitant when Eddie led you to his trusty chariot, you happily agreed to Eddie’s plans for the night.

“Sorry, I’m sure you get that reaction a lot,” you said as he helped you into the passenger’s side. “I dunno, van…suspicious.”

“Either that or they’re calling it a rusty old shitbox,” Eddie laughed it off, happy that you still seemed to trust him. “Which is even more offensive. Especially when it comes from my friends.”

“Listen, as the owner of my own rusty old shitbox, I can totally relate. And it’s not even that bad. No holes in the floor.”

The drive back into town was filled with Eddie’s own personal rubric for good pizza along with your comments.

“Pepperoni pizza.”

“Why pepperoni? Why not just cheese?"

"With a coke."

"Do you guys not drink RC here?"

"And ranch. I usually just pour it on, but I'll leave it on the side. For you. In case you like to dip your slice in."

"Of course you're a ranch guy," you scoffed.

"Of course you're not," Eddie challenged. "What's your perfect slice then?" And you went into a tirade that he, quite honestly, enjoyed watching.

Eddie honestly never thought he had ever had such an in-depth discussion about pizza with anyone (except when he got high at Rick’s, but that was mostly one-sided anyway). It really said a lot about you. Incredibly opinionated, but willing to stop every so often and hear his side of things. Willing to let yourself be convinced, let yourself be wrong.

Which he found out as he pulled into the Domino's parking lot on the first stop of the Pizza Tour and you finished off a passionate speech about red pepper flakes and "good parmesan" only to give him the most skeptical look.

"Eddie," you began. "When you said pizza--"

"This is pizza," he assured you.

"I'm from Chicago for one thing," you explained. "And besides that, I used to help my grandma cook as a kid, every Sunday, in her basement kitchen."

"Then you've never had Domino's before?" he assumed, correctly if your sudden fidgeting was any indicator.

So it wasn't gonna take much to make you nervous...noted.

"Just trust me--for today--ok? If you hate everything, you never have to see me again."

"Eddie! I--"

"But if you like it, then one day I'll let you make your grandma's pizza recipe for me. And I'll trust you not to poison me."

It was a risky bet to make, on Eddie's part at least, because he really hoped this wouldn't be a one time thing. But you nodded and he grinned and left you in the van to choose something from his little box of cassettes while he ran inside to place the order.

When he got back he teased you and grilled you on other delicacies you might have missed out on thanks to the "gourmet cuisine" of your obviously superior upbringing. No Swanson TV dinners, no snack pack chocolate pudding, no sloppy joes, no chocolate milk.

"That's it," he threw his hands up in the air, looking to the heavens for guidance. "I'm going to have to teach you everything."

"Stop it, oh my god, Eddie!"

He grabbed your shoulders.

"Have you ever experienced the sweet taste of Mountain Dew," Eddie begged. "A Twinkie! Please tell me the truth; have you ever eaten a Hostess Cupcake?"

"Yes," you laughed as he shook you. "Yes I have. Stop!"

"Maybe you're not hopeless after all," he sighed in feigned relief. "There's still time to undo all that's been done to you." As though homemade dinners were some sort of torture.

When the order was ready, you toasted with your cans of coke and Eddie watched with great anticipation as you took your first bite of a Domino's pizza. You even dipped a little in the ranch dressing--just for him, you explained. You chewed thoughtfully and then took a second bite, this time from the crust.

Watching and waiting was torture for Eddie, sure, but he got to see you scrunch your nose in thought, bob your head side to side along with Blue Oyster Cult as it played lightly from the stereo, stare right back at him and enjoy the torture you were putting him through.

"What's the verdict, sweetheart," he asked. "I don't think my heart can take it anymore. I can drive us back to StarCourt right now."

"It's...good," you agreed and he whooped, punching the air in victory, before he took a slice for himself. "I'm still not a fan of the ranch though."

"That's fine. Different strokes for different folks," Eddie shrugged. "My uncle always says that."

---

Pizzeria Uno was next and Eddie mocked your look of relief as he pulled into the lot.

"You act like spending time with me is some kind of torture," he teased, secretly voicing some of the anxieties that he had been pushing down since you had agreed to hang out with him. He knew, even with a short amount of time in your company, that you were enjoying yourself, that you seemed to like being around him.

Historically, that hadn't stopped things from going south for Eddie though. There was still time to screw it up, if he hadn't already.

"I'm just happy that it looks like they use oregano in their sauce," you explained. "Maybe you do know your stuff after all."

"Hey, don't speak too soon," he teased. "There's a Chuck E. Cheese down the road; we could be headed there next."

He left you in charge of the music again, really interested in what you would pick this time, since you had started with--what he believed to be--the most mainstream tape he had in the van.

"Alright," he cheered as he stepped out of the shop and heard the shredding of Quiet Riot over the sounds of kids running around as they got dropped off at the arcade. "This is what I'm talking about."

"You didn't like The Cult?" you asked, still digging through the box as you kicked your legs out of the back of the van. "These are your tapes, right?"

"What you don't know is that this is all a test," Eddie began. "To see if you have taste."

"It's all metal," you emphasized. "Taste means variety. You're lucky I don't grab a tape out of my bag."

"Am I going to need to start you on music lessons too? Seems like it, since you don't think metal is variety." He jumped into the back and snatched the box from your hands. "Gimme that, it's quiz time.

"Metallica?"

“They’re good,” you nodded.

“Good?! Just good?!” Eddie knew it was better than he was gonna get from mostly anyone else in town, but he was still gonna give you shit for it. “You’re wounding me here, sweetheart.”

“Oh please!”

"My band's gonna be touring with them someday, so if you want to be on that VIP list, you're gonna need to do better than just good. Here," he passed his copy of Ride the Lightning off to you. "For tonight's homework."

“Homework!?” you laughed.

“Yeah,” he shook the tape in your direction and you reluctantly grabbed it. "I expect you to listen to that at the highest volume you can, til your ears bleed. There will be an essay due next Sunday." You rolled your eyes at him but smiled cutely and Eddie felt incredibly smug.

"Fine. I guess if I want to be on that VIP list," you said mockingly. "Tell me more about this band though. Are you any good?"

"You'll have to come to one of our shows and find that out for yourself. But yeah, the best you're gonna find in Bumfuck, Indiana." He puffed his chest out a little bit. "We play at the Hideout every Tuesday night. Not a big crowd or anything. It's just this little place anyway."

Eddie goes into detail about the bar, the makeshift little stage and the single spotlight, and the handful of regulars who probably don't even notice the music as they drink their troubles away anyway.

He doesn't notice the guilty look on your face for a few minutes.

"I close on Tuesdays," you mutter. "I'm sorry. It's one of those things when you work retail long enough, you get kind of set in your schedule."

"That's ok," he tried not to sound too disappointed.

"I could try trading with my ASM," you offered quickly. "Or maybe..."

"I-it's totally fine," he held his hands out. "Jeff's trying to get us on the schedule for the Hawkins 4th of July carnival in a few weeks anyway. So you might even see us there. Don't sweat it."

"Ok. Sounds like a plan. I'm sorry," you reached across and placed your hand on his.

"No worries." Eddie really doesn't want to pull his hand away from yours, but he needs to go back in and grab the food. It's been long enough, right?

When he returns, he basks in your cheers as you find the thin crust, party cut pizza, pre-sprinkled with red pepper flakes and no ranch in sight.

"Ok so Jeff," you recall after shoving the crunchy corner piece into your mouth. "You mentioned him before. Working on his confidence, right?"

"Yeah, not everyone can be as naturally charismatic as yours truly," he brags.

"Uh huh," you deadpanned. "Charismatic."

"You wound me, my lady. But yeah, Jeff used to jam with us...with the band from time to time. He's part of this club at school with me, and then..." Eddie pauses. "Well, then the band pretty much broke up last summer. I mean...we did break up. And it sucked because we'd been playing together for years.

"I was...kind of in a bad place. But Jeff said he could take over rhythmic guitar. Thus Corroded Coffin 2.0 was born. And I noticed he needed to build up his confidence more so I let him front every now and again. And he got his friend Dave on Bass, but it wasn't that hard to convince him, he's been worshiping Geddy Lee for years. And then Gareth on drums, which he said he could play pretty good, but the little shit was actually in an orchestra and played timpani.

"Can you believe it? What the fuck even is a timpani? Had us all fooled too, until we started practicing Hot for Teacher and he could barely keep up. But he's a lot better now, and like...he's stupidly good. Better than Mick ever was."

Eddie gets caught up for a second as he says a name he hasn't uttered for an entire year, after he told his childhood best friend he could go fuck himself.

Grow the fuck up Ed. This band was just some fun, it was never gonna get us out of Hawkins.

It wasn't gonna get Mickey out of Hawkins, because he already left. But it was gonna get Eddie out. It had to.

You clear your throat awkwardly, and Eddie appreciates you not bringing up the pain that he couldn't hide very well yet, the wound obviously too fresh.

"So, your club at school," you began instead. "Do you take classes nearby?"

Fuck. Well...if he hadn't scared you away yet, this might do it.

"You...could say that," Eddie hesitated. "I, um, am still at Hawkins High."

He watched all of the thoughts run clearly behind your eyes like they did when nearly everyone else found out he had failed senior year again. He had heard all of the whispers, the fake politeness. Some people weren't as polite and just said it out loud.

Eddie the Failure. Eddie the Idiot. Eddie the Freak.

"Oh, well shit, if I knew you were still in high school." Eddie looked away from you, unable to deal with seeing the disgust in your eyes. "I mean, Tape World is your first job right? Duh. I mean...Jimmy just got his first job too, god...how did I not...Ok. I should have asked. You do look a lot older than 16 though."

Eddie's head immediately snapped back to yours. You thought--

"I'm not...not 16," Eddie coughed awkwardly. "I'm 19. 20 in October."

"Wh--"

"I'm repeating senior year," he explained, still waiting for the penny to drop, for you to start laughing at him. "For a second time, actually."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Hey listen." Eddie steeled himself for the words he knew were coming. This has been fun but I'm a serious adult and don't want to hang out with someone who failed high school twice. Let alone date them. "Everyone learns at their own pace and yeah school sucks."

What?

"Is that like...any different than the kids who repeat kindergarten though?" You laughed, trying to lighten the mood. "My cousin Doug actually had to repeat kindergarten twice because he couldn't handle it and now he's running for Mayor back home. It's all relative."

Eddie was looking at you like you were the freak now.

"You don't care?" he asked.

"Not...particularly," you shrugged. "Do you...mind that I don't care? Is that weird?"

No one else wanted him around after he failed the first time. He believed. Let alone this second time.

Aside from his buddies who were still in high school. Wayne and Rick told him he could take the time he needed to finish up school...or get his GED, whichever made him happy. It didn't matter to them. And Kyle didn't really seem to mind either.

Would Eddie care if the tables were turned? Probably not. So why should it be weird if you didn't care.

"No," he finally answered. "It's...thank you for saying that. Everyone...is kind of shitty when they find out."

"Are they shitty because they find out?" you ask sagely. "Or are they just shitty to begin with? You don't want people like that around anyway."

No, he definitely did not.

---

It was dark by the time you got to Lou's. The dinner rush in full swing. Eddie suggested going somewhere else since the lot was small and already pretty full. You agreed but hopped out of the van before he could, insisting on paying.

"I'm trying to be a gentleman," Eddie protested, grabbing onto your arm before you could leave, trying to at least grab your wallet out of your hand if not stop you altogether. "My uncle would kill me if he knew I let you pay for dinner."

"You already paid for two pizzas, let me get this one!" You quickly pinched the skin on his wrist and he let you go, looking shocked and betrayed that you would stoop so low. "With two brothers and a bunch of cousins, you gotta think on your feet. Pick out some music. I have tapes in my bag too. You can snoop, I don't care."

The passenger door slammed shut and Eddie at least waited until you got into the shop before he grabbed your purse, unable to help himself since you gave him permission.

Rush, Moving Pictures. Dave would love you. Styx, Paradise Theater. Not really his thing but passable. The Smiths. Billy Joel. The 5th Dimension? Pass. Pass. Pass.

Ok so this is what you meant by variety.

He popped the tape out of your walkman. Boston. Ok he could get behind it.

He popped it into the stereo and winced as it skipped and dropped out, Brad Delp's voice warping every now and again. He wondered if "Hitch a Ride" was your favorite--interesting--or if the wear and tear was just bad on the whole tape. Very interesting.

Eddie ejected the tape and put it back into your walkman. Maybe something lighter, something with more meaning.

He twiddled his fingers for a second, about to reach for the box of tapes, before turning his attention to the glovebox and popping it open.

It honestly was the one spot he didn't worry about cleaning. The guys knew the glove box was off-limits. It was filled with the usual shit: napkins, vehicle registration, condoms, a forgotten joint that was hastily put out and thrown in that one time Callahan caught him and the guys parked up by the quarry. And then at the very back, rubber banded together, a couple of cassettes.

The Monkee's Greatest Hits and More Greatest Hits.

You had inadvertently shared something with Eddie by letting him see your tapes, and now Eddie could share something with you.

Besides, you had both been sharing all night, whether you had planned to or not.

Was this a good idea though? It was a heavy topic, these tapes were something he typically would listen to on his own when he couldn't make it over to Rick's to listen to the records he had stashed there, no room for them in the trailer with all of his amps and other shit. He had gotten the tapes last year, after his falling out with Mick and the guys and...

Ugh don't think about that.

Well, if you hadn't been scared away yet, you probably would be now. No better way to end a first date than with some tears right?

"Edward I-dont-know-your-middle-name Munson," you exclaimed as you pulled the door open. "Why didn't we start here? Pizza by the slice and cannoli? I would say that I get to choose where we go next time, but I don't know what else there is, so I guess I have to trust you." You shoved the boxes at him as you climbed in.

"Gotta end the night on a high note sweetheart," he explained. "And next time?" He grinned cheekily.

"Yeah we're having a great time," you shrugged and took the boxes back once you were situated. "I'm having a great time, at least. Except for the part where you made me think I was spending the day with a literal child and gave me a stroke--"

"You did that to yourself," he chuckled and started driving. "But yes, I'm having a great time too. Except when you told me you've never had Chef Boyardee. I took that kind of personally."

"So did you snoop or what?" you asked as you spotted the tapes in his lap. "What are we listening to?"

He passed them over to you and took a breath.

"Oh cool, I love Daydream Believer," you nod and put the cassette in the stereo only for that exact song to start playing. You looked at Eddie in shock. "Shut up."

"It was my mom's favorite song," he explained. "I listen to it whenever...I need her with me. The whole album actually."

"Oh shit," you muttered. "Eddie, I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry? I'm the one bringing up heavy shit when we're supposed to be having a good time." He scratched at the back of his neck. "I've kind of been stepping in it all night, haven't I?"

"No," you shook your head. "No, you've been sharing things with a friend. Important things."

"Right."

"And here I thought I was the one stepping in it," you admitted. "Maybe I have been if you need your mom's strength to finish this night out with me."

"Absolutely not," Eddie disagreed, laughing. "Listen, if anything, this is her stamp of approval. If you love Daydream Believer, she would have loved you. Dumped me off on the side of the road and you two would have driven down Highway 77 singing it at the top of your lungs together."

"Not you too?"

"I mean, yeah, but she used to drive this two-door car, and I would be too tall for the backseat now, but she wouldn't let a guest sit in back, so I would just be stranded."

Eddie started telling you about her as he drove. How she taught him how to play guitar, how she was an absolute sweetheart, how she did everything she could to protect him and take care of him, both when his dad was around and then once he was--thankfully--sent away. How she was hesitant to start dating Rick, and then hesitant again to let Rick meet him.

He got around to talking about Wayne and Rick a bit too, how they did their best to raise him once she was gone. How he knows it wasn't easy--it still isn't--but he did what he could now to make it up to them.

"Except finish school, apparently," he said in a self-deprecating way that had you tutting at him.

He finished his story by the time he made it to the destination, which just so happened to be Lover's Lake--Rick's house, more specifically, although the house was dark and locked up as Rick was out on business. Eddie backed the van up Rick's driveway so you could have a view of the lake from the back as you ate.

"Well thank you for sharing that with me, Eddie," you began as you settled into the back of the van. "That's...yeah that isn't easy to share with someone new. And it all sucks; it sucks, and you don't deserve that, but I'm sure your mom is still here with you."

"Yeah she is," he agreed. He's proud that he made it through without crying. "She's my angel."

He didn't believe in the divine. But he believed in his mom.

"She is," you smiled brightly and stared at him for a moment. You then turned and surveyed your surroundings. "This is nice, where are we?"

"Lover's Lake," Eddie answers offhandedly, then realizes his mistake as your head pops back and you look at him with wide eyes. "Not that I...that's just what it's called because it's shaped like a heart!

"Not that I wouldn't, because you look...but not that I would because this is just...we're just hanging out. This isn't a date or anything. Right?"

Fuck.

Kyle was not gonna let him hear the end of this.

Eddie was so caught up in his own misery that he missed the disappointed fall of your expression.

"No, that's fine, I get it," you chuckled lightly. "It's still really nice. We don't really have something like this back home. Well, the lake lake, and there are like...forest preserves, but it's not...nature, you know? Not like this."

"Furthest out of Hawkins I've ever been is Indianapolis," Eddie admitted. "So no, I guess I don't."

"Well I've never even been to Indianapolis and never left Illinois before coming here," you explained. "So I guess we're in the same boat. Maybe I'll get to show you where I'm from some day. Show you a real pizza tour."

"Hey, don't knock Lou's 'til you try it," Eddie teased.

"Thank you Eddie, tonight's been really great," you said sincerely.

"It has, hasn't it," he agreed. "So next Sunday?"

"Yeah?" you laugh. "What do you have in mind?"

You started eating as you discussed plans for the next weekend, and more talk of music as it's now Eddie's turn to give you shit for the tapes you had with you. You mentioned a few things about your own family, not going nearly as in-depth as Eddie did about his mother, but enough for him to get the gist.

And then Eddie opened the box of cannoli you had gotten and handed one to you, before taking one of his own.

"To new friends and Sunday nights," he offered as a toast.

"New friends and Sunday nights," you repeated.

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Next Part: Standard Operating Procedures 1.02

Should I do a tag list? Does anyone want that? DM me or send me an ask if you wanna be tagged...idk.

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thisismeracing · 1 year ago

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Mick + shopping + fluff 🤍

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Shopping | MS47

⸺ the one where you go shopping together. ✓ no warnings.

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Yn makes a U-turn going straight into the lingerie store.

"Babe, I'm shopping for lingeries now, you can...I dunno, go see some shoes or eat something while I dive in here. You can leave all these bags with me too. Are you sure they aren't too heavy?" She blurted, looking at all the shopping bags Mick was carrying.

Earlier that day when she was getting ready to go out and he was lying in bed, Mick asked where she was going and if he could tag along. And when Yn told him she needed some new clothes and shoes, she thought he would dismiss her and choose something fun to do by himself, but he got up and started getting dressed to go with her. Granted, he wasn't having the best time of his life, but he was sure having fun. Being around Yn was enough for him, and plus he got himself some new shirts and pants too.

And of course, Mick is a gentleman, so he was carrying all her bags and following her around like a lost -but happy- puppy. Yn would try every piece and parade them for Mick who would give his honest opinion and even clap and whistle sometimes. They were having fun together, doing something that Yn never thought would be fun for a male partner -that considering all her's and her friends' experiences. However, Mick was different. Mick showed her how love could be. He gave her all his patience, love, affection, and attention. He was honest, and he would make a point of spending time together whenever they could. And now, he wanted to lingerie shop with her.

"I'm coming. Can I come?" he asked, eyebrows creasing in confusion as to why she was being quick to instruct him to leave.

"Yeah- do you really wanna tag along? Aren't you tired of running around the mall?"

Mick chuckled, "Yn, I'm an athlete. Do you really think walking for a bit will take all my energy away?" he questioned and when she opened her mouth he added, "Don't even mention the bags, they lightweight for me."

"Oh- ok, then," she couldn't help but grin, and grab his arm entering the store.

Not only did he watch her, but he helped Yn find her size when she liked on display, he did all the whistling and clapping too, though he had to charm the saleswoman with an autograph so she would let him into the fitting room with Yn. And though Mick saw everything, helped her choose, and paid for it without her noticing -something he had been doing all day-, he still asked for a private show at home just to hype her up.

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: Mick will go shopping with you and not only will he like it, but he'll end up getting stuff for him too. change my mind lol I hope you guys like it! Don't forget to reblog and leave me a comment *mwah*

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italianhomosexuality · 8 months ago

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rant to me (i like the sound, i like your voice) on ao3

“Nico! You're finally here!”

The ever too-chipper voice took Nico out of his thoughts. He had plans that consisted of brooding and staring, but it seems like Will Solace didn't think that behavior is appropriate for a party.

If whatever it is that's happening can even be considered a party; the Apollo cabin and some other campers decided to get together near the lake, with some soda cans, Doritos bags, and sour gummy worms. There's some music playing and chatter going around, but Nico's foam earplugs do a great job at keeping the volume low enough so that it's not overwhelming. He plays with his fingers, practicing the alphabet in sign language. Tatiana, a daughter of Nemesis, was hard of hearing. Nico became close to her since both of them would usually sit in the shadows, a few feet away from the crowds. It was easy to be around her, and he was making an effort to learn sign.

Will's voice was a little muffled by the earplugs, but taking them out would be much worse. Nico just gestured towards him, pointing in a general direction that is a little further from the noise and confusion. Will understood, because of course he did. They walked a few steps in silence, and Nico didn't bother correcting Will that he'd been here for a few good minutes now, he just didn't want to interrupt Will's conversation with Connor.

He wasn't wearing his usual orange shirt; the blue fabric suits his eyes and looks nice under the moonlight. Nico knew he's clad in cargo shorts and flip-flops without even having to look down—that's what he wears all the time, even when Nico thinks about him before going to sleep, when he thinks of the two of them under the soft orange of a sunset, sharing McDonald's fries, maybe making jokes, hands just one or two millimeters away from each other, itching to touch, aching to be intertwined…

He couldn't afford to think about that right now.

As they reached a tree, Nico offered Will a sweet smile. They were far from the crowd, watching from a distance so that they could hold a conversation even with the earplugs. It's the little things Will does; the accommodations, the giving, the gifting, the understanding, the treating him as an equal that makes Nico have some thoughts that he'd rather keep to himself.

(“Nico, I've noticed you wince and flinch when it gets too loud. What do you think of trying some earplugs? They might help. I wear them sometimes.”)

(“Nico, can you come body double me? I need to clean the infirmary and I can't do it if I'm just there by myself.”)

(“Nico, I have bad days too.”)

(“Nico, would you mind hanging around for just a little longer? I had to treat a head injury today. I don't think I'll ever get over it.”)

“Have you been having fun?” Nico asked, feeling the deep rumble of his voice in his chest. He only now noticed how Will's eyelids and cheekbones seemed to sparkle and glimmer under the moonlight. Lou Ellen must have been experimenting with makeup again.

“Yes! It's been good.” Will raised his voice just enough so Nico could still hear him through the earplugs. It's the little things, Nico's brain supplied.

“How was your day?”

After a lot of practicing with other campers, Nico realized that he enjoyed asking questions. They were an easy way of navigating a conversation and he had a premade list of questions to use in any social setting. For the most part, he asked and listened, keeping only a few bits of information, glancing at the other person's forehead and nose bridge occasionally to mimic eye contact. With Will, however, he didn't have to overthink. He'd ask, but because he actually wanted to know. He'd look at the ground while paying the most attention he's ever paid. He'd fidget and fiddle with his necklace, humming and nodding, while storing every single bit of Will's stories, stitching guides, camp rules, and so much more.

“It wasn't that great, if I'm being honest,” Will said, picking at his fingernails, “but I've been managing. It was just… hard. At the infirmary. Being by myself.”

“You could have asked me for help,” Nico said, swinging back and forth on his ankles. “I didn't do much today. I could have at least been around. Make you feel less lonely.”

Ever since Will started opening up about his mental health and struggles with himself, Nico found it easier to do so, too. Some campers thought of the Head Counselor of the Apollo cabin as this perfect, do-no-wrong, ever-happy, feel-good Care Bear. Will played the part really well, having fooled Nico at the start, but then he understood. He saw the insecurities, the blood—Will's own—pooling and drying around his fingernails, the teeth marks on the bottom lip, the nervous ticks that would come out after an especially long day. Sometimes, though their wounds were far from equal, Nico felt as if he was looking into a mirror. Maybe not a mirror, but a murky reflection on a lake. A resemblance, something similar enough to his own, but with different shapes and jagged edges.

So, as Will listed his fears and how he wished so, so badly he could be someone else, Nico felt comfortable enough, for the first time in his life, to revisit his self-hatred and coax it out for a walk. Will took it and acknowledged it, but didn't yell at it or scare it away. It was almost as if he said, “Hey, I have that, too,” and Nico finally understood the many meanings of the word gratitude.

Nico never thought he'd be able to help someone feel less lonely. He'd also never thought he'd withstand a party—a get-together—just to catch a glimpse of blonde, defined curls and butterfly-blue eyes.

It's the little things.

“I know what you will say, but…” Will caught himself, stopping mid-sentence. “I didn't want to be a bother. A hypocrite, I know, but this happens sometimes. I'll try to not let it happen again.”

“Good.” Nico smiled, feeling the warmth from inside.

It was warm enough that he'd ditched the aviator jacket, but he still kept the jeans. The breeze coming from the lake was a nice touch to the night. He looked down, finding a spot dry enough for both of them to sit, and reached out to tug at Will's hand.

He couldn't pinpoint when he had gotten so… used to physical contact. When he had started to initiate it, even. But then again, he couldn't pinpoint when Will had become Will.

Will took the hint and sat down right beside Nico, scooting closer to him so that the skin on his calf touched the black denim. It was a common position to them. Comfortable. Nico's back didn't hurt as much and he didn't feel pressured to maintain eye contact. Will got to relax his posture and relax his legs from standing all day.

“Do you want to talk about what happened today?” Nico initiated, fingers tapping on his knee. “About what made you not have such a great day.”

No one had ever ranted to Nico. They were always afraid he wouldn't care or that they would be putting too much on him, as if he were a thin, fragile table, built to break at any point. Will didn't.

So Will said, “Yeah, I think that will help,” and started.

Nico listened.

He made sure to store every tidbit of information in his Will Solace-shaped mental drawer. He would remember, in the future, that the infirmary had a shortage of darker-colored band-aids, and he would point it out next time he and Will went supply shopping. He would remember, in the future, that Kayla had offered Will coffee with hazelnut creamer and he drank it all so as to not dismiss her, but he actually hated that flavor.

(Nico already knew that. If he wasn't having his coffee black, french vanilla was the go-to.)

He would remember how Will's fingers flexed as he told Nico how he had to patch up this new camper, almost as if he was going through the motions again. He would remember how Cecil's comment about his off-tune singing while washing his hands post-procedure made Will's heart sting, though he was used to the mockery, but it just hadn't been a good day. He would remember that Will hadn't slept well that day because the sheets had been recently washed and someone had used fabric softener on them, causing the texture to be plastic-like and that it made Will's skin itch. He would remember, and he would fight against every part of his brain that forced him to forget.

Once Will deemed his rant finished, Nico finally looked at him. He looked… pretty. The golden hue that came from the sun was perfect for Will's features, but the silver complimented him. It was the missing part. It hit his skin and bounced right back, catching on the glitter on his eyelids, cheekbones, and cupid's bow, making the chapstick on his lips shine a little more, exposing the chipped pink nail polish on his fingernails.

Nico didn't think boys were supposed to be considered pretty, but most common rules made no sense to him, anyway. Will was pretty. Accepting that fact had been complicated enough. He would not put up a fight against his thoughts.

“I like hearing you talk,” Nico confessed, straightforward as always. “The sound of your voice is very calming, like a stream of water. Constant.”

“That was a very sweet compliment, Nico,” Will replied, smiling wide. “Thank you.”

“You're welcome.”

In the background, the party was still happening. Nico could hear laughter, cans being opened, fire crackling, stomping, soft tones and chords. But Will was next to him, seemingly not wanting to go back to the crowd, so he just settled into his makeshift seat a little more.

Maybe, in the future, Nico could ask Will if he liked him back. For now, he'd rather keep making a list of the little things. Little by little, he could have Will. He just needed some time to build up courage. Maybe, in the future, Will would slip out his ideal love confession or first date.

Nico would remember.

#solangelo #solangelo fanfiction #will solace x nico di angelo #will solace #nico di angelo #gianna writes #pjo #pjo hoo toa #nico di angelo & will solace

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satureja13 · 2 months ago

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After Jeb and Kiyoshi finally came back to consciousness, the Boys went to Porto Luminoso. Since they're already here and the members of the Council scattered to the four winds, the Boys could as well cherish their time here before their meeting with athena and Ms Coombes tomorrow afternoon.

And since the Bond wasn't able to join Ji Ho and Vlad beyond the Veil and it's finally, finally allowed to run free (No curse! No spell! Nothing to hold it back anymore!) it's grimly determined to get its share! It's feeding off of the love shared between Ji Ho and Vlad and it's been starving all these years! Ji Ho and Vlad felt the pull from their Bond. It wants them alone. And close to each other! And they decided not to act up, since the Bond already hates Vlad (for trying to kill it - twice!) and they are afraid it would punish him again, should they not obey ö.ö' Vlad: "Eh, Ji Ho and I..." Jack laughed: "Got it! See you later for dinner at Porto Azzurro! And: don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

The others went over to Porto Azzurro. Sai and Jeb fell behind because Sai was drawn towards 'Moda Capoliveri', the fashion store. To give Jeb and Sai some alone time too, Kiyoshi said: "Jack and I are going jet skiing. See you later!" Jeb was flustered, being alone with Sai after all those months apart is still a mine field, but answered: "Uhm, ok..." Jack was proud of Kiyoshi making a bold move like this: "You're totally my kind of scum. Fearless and inventive." And off they went.

It still feels awkward between Jeb and Sai. They agreed to start over again but Jeb is afraid if he says the wrong thing, it would all go downhill again... But Jeb didn't need to talk. Like the Bond, Sai is grimly determined to make it work this time. Sai: "Do you remember our first date? Tomorrow it's two years ago. You also took me to a fashion shop." Jeb laughed: "It was just the Thriftea ^^' But of course I remember." They didn't have money to buy anything since they're already deep in dept for their tutoring, but Sai loves it to browse for new ideas for Noxee and his fashion store Strawberry Cake Fashion.

Jeb sensed how tense Sai is and how much he dreads their meeting with athena and Ms Coombes tomorrow. Jeb: "We will be able to pay back the school fees and of course Ms Coombes will give us a loan. Vlad, Kiyoshi and I worked hard over the weeks you've spent at the beach house and we even payed back Rubyn and the others and were able to put some money at the side. Don't worry, hm?" Sai: "Gods, while we wasted our time with that stupid game and the tin can!" Jeb: "Don't say that. This game helped us a lot and it is going to help others too (Jeb sensed that Sai wanted to scream and disagree, but he kept on talking). Sai, the Therapy Game was worth the trouble. And our stay at Verdantis was worth it too. Look on the bright side, hm? We got amazing tutoring and improved a lot and the game helped us to overcome some of our hardships. I feel we're able to face anything now. You did a great job keeping us together and making us stronger." Sai smiled at Jeb, he always knows to say the right things to him. Then what Jack said earlier came to his mind (about Jeb trying to avoid woohooing with Sai) and so he tried to nudge Jeb in a different direction... Sai: "Since we improved a lot, will we also be be able to put our relationship to the next level? We could ask the owner of Hotel Elvis for a free room, since we chased the Council away from Tartosa again ;) We've spent our second date here, do you remember?" The Little Goats: 'Yes, yes, YES!'

But Jeb didn't find it fair to the others (they are supposed to sleep at the campsite tonight to keep their money together) and does not want to exploit the hotel owner, so he declined Sai's offer... Or maybe he really tries to avoid getting physical because he does not want to hurt Sai should he want more...

'She: You know, sometimes I ask myself: What is this a kind of fear to lose you? What is inside of you that makes you unique And makes me fall in love with you?

He: I like to spend days teasing you With phrases that I get old And, perhaps, your impossible character Makes me fall in love with you

Cosa Sei - Ricchi e Poveri

'A volte, sai, non so perché, mi trovo a chiedermi cosa sarà questa paura che ho di perderti. Che cosa c'è dentro di te che ti fa unico e mi fa innamorare di te?

Mi piaci sempre e passo i giorni stuzzicandoti con frasi come «Sto invecchiando sopportandoti» e forse è proprio il tuo carattere impossibile che mi fa innamorare di te.'

From the Beginning 🔱 Underwater Love 🔱 Latest

Current Chapter: 'Here comes the Sun' from the beginning ▶️ here Last Chapter: 'Who killed Jack?' from the beginning ▶️ here

📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 23-28

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florashifting · 19 days ago

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Marvel dr incorrect quotes (eternals edition)

Makkari: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.

Jaz: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you.

*Thena walks in*

Jaz: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

Jaz: So according to the cease and desist order I got, apparently you can’t ‘legally’ be a lawyer if your license is ‘cut out of a cereal box’.

Sersi : Are you a masochist or a sadist?

Druig, deadpan: I’m a Taurus.

Sersi : Do you even know what an amulet is?

Jaz: Of course I do! I eat amulets sometimes. I like the ones with cheese and onions!

Sersi : Jaz, those are omelettes.

Jaz: Oh. Then I’ve got nothing.

Jaz: You know, when I first met you I thought you were a real bitch.

Ikaris : What changed your mind?

Jaz: Oh, now I know that you’re a fake bitch. Why do you ask?

Jaz: You can address me as Eagle One.

Jaz: From now on we will be using code names.

Jaz: Druig is “been there done that”.

Jaz: Ikaris is “currently doing that”.

Jaz: Gilgamesh is “it happened once in a dream”.

Jaz: Ajak is “if I had to pick a dude/gal/enby”.

Jaz: And Sersi is..

Jaz: Eagle Two

Sersi : Oh thank god.

Jaz: Why do you think I don’t like you? I do. I would kill for you.

Jaz: Ask me to kill for you.

Thena: ...First of all, calm down-

Jaz: I may be antisocial and unattractive.

Sersi : ...but?

Jaz: That's all.

*The Squad is gathered in the living room for a meeting*

Jaz: *walks in and sits on Thena’s lap*

The Squad: …

Kingo: Why are you sitting there?

Jaz: There’s no free seats!

Kingo: But we made sure there was enough room for-

Thena: *hugs Jaz tightly* There are no free seats.

Jaz: I never tell people off the bat that I'm queer. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm queer right?" and watch the look of terror on their face.

Ikaris :

Ikaris : I like you.

Jaz: Onion rings are vegetable donuts.

Gilgamesh, used to Jaz being dumb: Sure...

Jaz: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.

Gilgamesh: Okay?

Jaz: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake.

Gilgamesh:

Jaz: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio-

Gilgamesh: Jesus, that one is a little-

Makkari, interested: No, no, Jaz, keep going.

Jaz: We need to open this locked door. Druig, give me your credit card.

Druig: Here.

Jaz, pocketing it: Thanks. Thena, break down the door.

Makkari: Are you an ‘arr’ pirate or a ‘yo ho ho’ pirate?

Ikaris : I’m a ‘I’m not paying $600 for photoshop’ pirate.

Jaz: Surgery is basically just stabbing someone to life.

Sersi : Please never become a surgeon.

Sersi : Treat spiders the way you want to be treated!

Jaz: Killed without hesitation.

Jaz: But that place is haunted.

Sersi : Ghosts prey on fear. Just be confident!

Jaz, marching into the haunted house: I AM NOT SCARED! I AM NOT A PUSSY!

Jaz: You... you said I could trust you!!

Jaz: You said you were a GAMER!!!

Sersi : Jaz... I only play mobile games.

Jaz: NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Ajak: Don't joke about murder. I was murdered once and it offends me.

Jaz, wiping tears from their eyes: If you love someone, set them free. If they come back, it’s meant to be…

Ikaris : I’m literally just going to the store.

Druig: *Gets down on one knee*

Jaz: Oh my god! It’s finally happening! Druig: *Collapses* Jaz: The poison’s kicking in!

Jaz: I got grounded for a whole week just because I came home late.

Ikaris : Well, you deserved it. I mean, getting everyone's hopes up like that and then showing up again.

Ikaris : Life could be worse, Jaz.

Jaz: Life could be a lot better too!

#reality shifting #shifting #desired reality #shiftinconsciousness #reality shift #shifting consciousness #shifting realities #shifter #marvel dr

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deadmomjokes · 1 year ago

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as a teacher, hearing about the way you communicate so clearly and thoroughly with your child is so inspiring. I wish more people had resources on how to communicate with kids like you do.

I'm very bad at taking compliments, so I'll just say "Thank you" and also qualify that she makes it pretty easy. She's very smart and has always, from day one basically, needed to know the reasons behind everything. In other circumstances, she would probably be called "stubborn" or "defiant." But the thing is, I remember my own "stubbornness" growing up, and it was almost always the result of me not understanding why things were the way they were. From a young age, I hated with a burning passion the "Because I said so" thing. So I determined that I didn't want to do that when/if I had kids of my own.

My daughter is very bright and curious and makes that easy for me. Her "why" phase was/is pretty specific, which is helpful in keeping ahead of the frustration-induced rage-meltdowns. (Not all of them, of course, because some concepts are really hard to grasp even as an adult, let alone when you're 4 years old and everything Feels Too Big.)

But I also made a conscious effort to start practicing early, before she could talk or push back on a lot of stuff. It felt so weird and silly at first, but I basically narrated everything I did with/around her, and put a reason for it. So a trip to the store sounded like this:

"We made it to the store to get our groceries, so we have yummy food to eat. Let's go inside and get a buggy--that's where we'll put all the things we get, because we can't carry them all in just our hands. I'm going to put you in the buggy, too, right here in this seat, that way you can see what's going on but I have both my hands to push the buggy and grab the things we need. Here, look, some bananas! Let's get some of those because you love to eat them. Oh, no, sorry baby, we can't eat them right now. This stuff isn't ours until we pay for it at the very end-- that's the part with the beep-beeper and the bags. When we get home we can have some of the bananas, because then they are our bananas." Etc, etc, on and on.

People looked at me like I was nuts. It felt a little nuts at times, especially before she could respond verbally. But it worked. It built a habit for me to give a reason for why I'm doing things, or making her do things. More importantly, I feel like, it made me stop and question when I didn't have a good reason for my answers or behaviors. Like if she comes up and asks to blow bubbles outside, and I go, "No baby, not right now," she can be like "why not?" And I have to look at myself and my reasoning. Is it because I'm actually busy or we're genuinely about to do something else that precludes the 5 minutes it'd take to do bubbles? Or is it because I just don't feel like it? It's not fair for "I don't feel like it" to supersede her desires for connection and entertainment all the time. (Sometimes you're just worn out and don't have the bandwidth for it, and that's valid. Parents are people too! But it can't be all the time, yk?) So if I don't have a good reason why not, I let her know that I thought about it more and changed my mind, and off we go to blow bubbles.

I also heard the advice, idk where or when, that you need to practice on your children what you want from them. So if I want my child to be kind, I have to be kind to her, in ways that she can see and appreciate. If I want her to know it's okay to change your mind, I have to point out when that happens for me, like in the above bubbles example. If I want her to be a decent human being who respects others, is empathetic, appreciates the efforts of others, speaks kindly, thinks about how her actions impact those around her, etc... You get the idea. It starts with me. And I try to consciously remind myself of that fact.

It's not always easy, because kids aren't always rational (but to be fair, neither are adults lol). And what is rational to a 4 year old is not always the same as what is rational to me, the adult with almost 3 decades of experience more than her. So sometimes it's like explaining to the wind why it ought to blow in a different direction. But the longer I get to know her, the more I'm able to pick up on the way she sees things, her personal defaults, the way she talks around concepts she's not sure about, etc. It's part of what's cool about getting to be her parent. I get such a close-up view of this little person becoming a little person, and it makes me stop and think about things I have taken for granted for a long time.

I'm rambling again, but I have developed a lot of Strong Feelings about the way kids are treated and looked at in general, and a lot of determination to do better for the kids I get the privilege of loving.

#parenting #kids #adventures of bean #asks

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morurui · 5 months ago

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Just opened my mind and imagined a JWCC/JWCT night in the woods au. (If you know night in the woods and you're a fan of JWCC/JWCT, marry me.)

If you don't know night in the woods it follows Mae, who drops out of college due to circumstances out of her control and how she navigates her changing dynamics with her friends, uncovers a huge town mystery, and deals with her own inner issues. It's an amazing game that I highly recommended, but here's who l see everyone being! (Also in this au they all live in the same small town)

Darius as Mae

Returns back to his home town after some time away working at the DPW (in this au DPW stands for Department of Park Wildlife), wont really talk about what brought him back home, but just wants to live a normal life now. He acts like everything's cool, but deep down somethings wrong with him and he can't figure it out.

Ben as Bea

College wasn't exactly something Ben was able to go to, forcing him to work at his parents shop that has been passed down through generations. He's pretty frustrated at his current situation, but it's not like it's something he can easily get out of. This in turn causes him to build some resentment towards Darius for returning to a town he feels trapped in, which Darius was able to get out of. Him and Darius were close as kids but drifted away, eventually not talking until Darius returns home.

Sammy as Gregg

One of two close friends Darius made during high school, Sammy works at the town convenience store by the time Darius returns home. She’s working on saving up enough money to move out of town with her long term girlfriend, but is not only nervous of what Darius’s reaction would be to the news but is also scared of entering a new phase in her life. Due to this she reverts to pulling the same shenanigans (minor crimes that just serve as an annoyance rather than a huge issue) with Darius like they used to back in high school.

Yaz as Angus

Sammy’s long term girlfriend, as well as a new friend of Darius’s. In addition to also working to save up enough money to move out she is worried that Sammy and Darius might be slipping into old bad habits, which would only prolong their moving process. She cares deeply for Sammy, seeing her as one of the few constants in her life, making her worried that one of these “shenanigans” that the two pull could take Sammy away from her. She’s also been a good friend of Ben’s since middle school.

Kenji as Germ (I could not find any character other than Germ for Kenji bare with me)

Once Darius returns from his time away he becomes close friends with Kenji. They were acquainted back in high school due to him dating Brooklynn, but it’s only when Darius comes back that they form a strong bond, with them relating and understanding each others problems.

Brooklynn as Casey

The other one of Darius’s close friends made during high school as well as Kenji’s girlfriend. She, Darius, and Sammy would commit their “shenanigans” together back in the day and formed a close trio. She also dreamed of one day packing up and leaving the town, but these dreams were never realized. When Darius comes back from his time away he finds out that Brooklynn’s been missing for sometime after he left.

Also if you’re wondering if they are still in a band…of course they are! Darius plays the bass, Sammy plays the guitar, Brooklynn played the drum until she went missing and the role was filled by Ben, Yaz does vocals as well as bass for the time that Darius was gone, and Kenji’s there for moral support acting as their number one (and only) fan.

#this ended up being way longer than I expected #but I just needed to combine my two favorite things #also if you want to know there’s no dinos in this au #so bumpy is Ben’s pet dog that he raised #jwcc #jwct #camp cretaceous #chaos theory #jurassic world camp cretaceous #jurassic world chaos theory #ben pincus #darius bowman #yasmina fadoula #sammy gutierrez #kenji kon #brooklyn jwcc #jwct night in the woods au #mor posts

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lakesparkles · 9 months ago

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Thinking about... Goosepowers. As I don't really think we'll get a season 2, here are some headcanons:

- Something I love about them is how their relationship is actually... Very health lol. It's that thing about them canceling each other's negativity. Do you remember how soft Julie's smile is when she's around him? She doesn't do this with anybody else, I think. So, while they make everybody else's lives hell (for no reason), they're still quite sweet to each other, with all the pet names and stuff like this. It just makes everybody else hate them more.

- But do I think their relationship is perfect? Of course not. They're still Gideon and Julie, nothing would change that. And Julie truly, truly loves Gideon, but she would be lying if she said she could fully trust him. Gideon is unpredictable, and she pretty much dislikes how she's never sure if he's being nice because he cares about her or because he wants something *from her.*

(more below)

- Let's pretend for a second that the Glow exists in the anime. I imagine Gideon happily telling her about it. At first, Julie would be "yeah, that is very sexy of you, baby", a little proud of his mind. After thinking more about that, she would notice it was not good news. I mean, Gordon would never hurt her, she know this. He would never use that Glow thing on her, right? Most times, she believes on him. When she's upset about anything else, however, her mind goes back to the doubt stage. What if he already did it and her feelings and memories aren't her own? What if this dude sleeping next to her was never that nerd teen she once met in high school? She hates this feeling and how her stupid mind doesn't let her trust him.

- Gideon has his own issues to deal with, of course, and he's not good at this. Sometimes he feels bitter about the way Julie makes him different - in many ways. The fact he can never truly controls her is what makes her so interesting to him, but he's not used to that feeling at all. He's not used to even liking someone at all. Gideon realized things with Julie are very different from Ramona, but he always suspects the ending will be the same. That he'll wake up and she'll be gone. He doesn't only *think* that. He's sure. So he doesn't like when they fight. I can see him gently holding her arm, smiling while saying they should talk instead. The "okay, just don't leave" every single time that only ends up making Julie even more upset.

- Okay, now something more wholesome: after getting his money back - and fixing all the mess Matthew caused -, Gideon will be very excited to give Julie many gifts. He'll make sure that she knows she can get anything she wants at any store she wants. If it makes her happy, he'll give it, no matter what. Julie accepts it, why wouldn't she lol

- But she isn't dependent on Gideon, of course. She likes having her own space and her own better job. I still didn't decide what exactly she would work with, but it would be related to hosting parties or big events, I guess.

#this is so long I'm sorry #goosepowers #julie powers #gideon graves #headcanons #posting it here bc it'll disappear from my insta stories #i took months to realize the glow doesn't exist in the anime

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blackbloodteeth · 3 months ago

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4 Years, and then some

Since I've never really mentioned it in detail anywhere, allow me to share an idea I deemed unable to write because it was just too long, and the main reason for this is that the story itself takes place over the course of about four years, give or take a few months more. Most likely would've been named after the amount of years that pass initially.

It should be noted that this is somewhat long, clocking in at around 3.2k words. It's somewhere between a ramble and traditional writing, but there's really no better way to convey an idea like this, and it's just another form of storytelling. Either way, here it finally is.

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The start of it would've been after said four or so years where Soul and Maka are contemplating the decision to make a long trip, knowing it will be daunting for them both. Maka has become dead set on going through with this, and Soul will always go where she does.

You now get to see where this truly starts, four years prior. It was a regular assignment, or as regular as taking on a witch gets. Maka appears to be holding her own – she is wielding Soul, after all – but it is soon revealed to have been a distraction to the witch's true motive: A powerful spell that shakes the earth itself.

Something doesn't go quite the way it was expected, however. The witch disintegrates on the spot. Maka falls to her knees, not because she was harmed, but because she felt something so visceral it made her drop Soul and wretch: The day the world fell silent.

And that's the name of this chapter.

After consoling his meister and helping her back onto her feet, slowly they start to assess what really happened. The witch – not even her soul – was nowhere to be found. The soul responses or bodies of anyone in the surrounding township was nowhere to be found. The soul responses of anyone, any living person, in as far as her perception would stretch without hurting her further was nowhere to be found.

Everything was silent.

It's a lot to take in when you can feel the presence of everyone around you, even if you don't think about it, and suddenly they're all gone. Soul has her try to sit down for a moment, let her rest for even just a second while he tries to rationalize all this. Television only somewhat functions, and of course there's no news on this – can't if there's no one to report it. Radio's a bust, but it was worth a short. He decides to skip telephoning once he can understand Maka enough to try mirroring home.

Except... nothing happens.

He tries again. And again. And again. And no one answers.

The world has fallen silent. And they're the only ones left in it.

It's a lot to take in when you realize the world suddenly ended without knowing it. Soul, however, doesn't want to think about it. He's still here, he has Maka, and she's upset. He might be upset. But he has to look after his partner.

Electricity is still automated enough that it hasn't shut down yet by this point. Cars are deserted, many left on and in places that were caused by inertia, sometimes into each other. Buildings are obviously abandoned, and that makes this the perfect time to hit the store – They can do whatever they want to get their minds off of everything until she's calmed down, and if it helps jinx it so everyone appears again to get them in trouble, then it's a win-win, right?

Freezer's definitely going to go first, so: Ice cream. Try whatever flavours they want, break a few rules, make her laugh while he can. It was fun, forgetting for a moment. They could pretend things were normal, like everyone was just hiding and they were a couple of goofy, reckless teens causing trouble. Maybe mess around and see who would end up in jail more than the other for how much stupid crap they did.

It was a day he would still remember vividly every time he thought about it again.

The next chapters aren't so concrete.

Over time, Maka got used to her perception being underworked, to the point she could feel the faintest signals of life from insects if she focused. Most animals had also vanished, but some – like birds and fish – still remained, settling into this silent world as if it almost hadn't changed.

While she can sense Soul at all times, Soul wasn't as unlucky and eventually devised a system to help keep track of each other as they later needed to separate (out of sight, but still within earshot) or in the event something other than them somehow becomes a threat. Maka wore lightweight but noisy enough items when exploring, and the both of them had bells in case they needed to locate each other faster. If the two ever needed space (which was rare, all things considered), they would keep each other updated and make sure to check in at designated places.

As for the world itself, electricity did inevitably fail. One by one, the unattended grids shut themselves down and the two had spent much of the time beforehand preparing to survive without the necessities they'd grown up with. They'd raided most of the stores for goods – water, clothes, lights and batteries, etc. – and made a "home base" of sorts where shelter and temperature would be the least likely to be an issue. It turned them into decent scavengers, both having at least some on-the-field survival skills and fairly good wit, and of course teamwork to coordinate the window they'd been gifted to prepare.

Then... came afterwards. Surviving.

It should be known now that they weren't in Death City when this happened. Could've been halfway across the country to fight that witch. Speaking of, they did actually go back and attempt to figure out what the spell was. What remained was all in the witch's native language, and with her vanished that knowledge no matter how studious Maka was – Whatever really occurred with the spell, intended or not, was most likely irreversible.

It was going to be a long four years that the witch left for them.

For a good portion of it – they stopped being able to keep track of days accurately after a few months – they lived in the town where it had occurred. Had a pretty good setup with what was left behind, but eventually they knew they'd run out of resources, and gasoline does expire after enough time. When the time finally came, they took all of their preparations with them and learned not to grow too attached to anything that wasn't necessity.

They didn't carry much with them on themselves; There were a few backpacks, and even a couple of wagons they could wheel behind them, but for the most part they traveled with what they needed and that was it. Always hope for the best in the next place, but prepare for the worst on getting there.

Mind you, they did keep at least a few comfort objects – They were human, after all. Maka always tried to read up as many books as she had the time for since she couldn't take them all with her, save for a couple she found to be her favorites, and throwaway journals that she could write in but abandon when no longer needed. Soul had the guilty pleasure of spending some of their batteries on cassettes and keeping his most replayed on hand in case the quiet creeped in too much. He did eventually also make use of journals too, just never shared what he wrote. That was okay.

Living on just their own (quite literally) was the hardest when they started to think about it.

In the weeks, months, years that passed, many conversations came and went, but some were almost a necessity of their own. Heavy weight that the mind can only carry for so long, and truths that could never truly remain lies even if they hurt.

They were alone, but at the same time they also weren't. They slowly eased into letting out the harder stuff of living in a world that wasn't the one they grew up in, piece by piece opening up and processing it together. Soul and Maka missed home. They missed their friends, the families they once knew, people. Death City was a lot like Schrödinger's Cat in that they knew that everyone would be gone, but in their minds they were still alive, just far away with them not having seen it since that day. Maka didn't have the stomach to go back home and prove the cat existed. Soul didn't have the heart to think of what the answer would mean for them.

Then there was the important conversation. They were the last two humans on Earth, the last living relics of what the world once was as it slowly becomes reclaimed by nature. Soul and Maka would carry on that last memory, hold onto it for what it was, but for as long as that too would last, "souls" would end with them.

Four years is a lot of time to process, and at the same time it isn't enough. Neither of them really knew much about each other in retrospect, but slowly they would learn, even it would never be everything. Sometimes Maka would hold Soul in his scythe form again, just having whole conversations between their heads. Sometimes Soul would cry at night because he regrets not seeing his brother and could no longer hide it. Whenever they set up a new place to sleep, they'd gather as many pillows and stuffed animals as their surroundings allowed, and eventually found it much safer and easier to share the same bed. At times, things weren't so lonely.

Four years is a lot of time to pass, and at the same time it all blurred by in the end. And so returns the beginning.

Returning to Death City to finally put the question to rest was something that weighed on their minds the longer it sat there. Maka had been opposed to it more than Soul had for obvious reasons, but four years and a few months since the day the world fell silent, Maka decides that it's time to be okay with knowing. It was on this morning that Soul unhesitantly agreed to see this journey through, and burned his last journal before the sleeping sun fully rose.

The trek will be a long one. They may not return, depending on if there are no more supply stops before traversing the desert. It's a risk, almost as reckless as she was in the before days. but it was a purpose. To be alive is to know, even if the answer was the end of everything.

It's unknown by this point how long the trip takes. A couple of wayward souls making their way back home on foot, through the woods of towns and fields of roads, hand in hand towards uncertainty. The desert is at least a little more forgiving in autumn, and what would a journey be without its destination – Maka was born here, Soul was one of them. They were strong even as the horizon of the city's silhouette was empty.

In a way it almost hadn't changed. Streets were still recognizable beneath the sand, rust and hardy plants making a living among the buildings, and birds could sometimes still be heard echoing through the quiet of nothing. Neither of them needed to find the apartment.

Soul and Maka find themselves at that old staircase again, her hand squeezing his. She hasn't said anything more so than usual, but that was never unexpected. What is, though, is the little feeling that passes along through his hand. They need to see what's in the still heart of the Academy.

Up the steps, Maka almost doesn't pace herself – They've left everything behind by this point, save for a few remaining drops of water between the two of them. It's sundown by the time they've made it to the top, but there's no time to rest, not truly until they've seen this through to the end. Their flashlights still work as needed, and Soul even ends up lightly bringing up how unsettling it is walking through these hallways again. Still was never a fan of the dark.

It's been a while, to say the least, but Maka still remembers where the halls lead. Classrooms that used to be all she could think about slipping past them, a layout that almost doesn't make sense to those who were never born with it. And finally... the Death Room. She still knows where to find it.

She needs to remember how to breathe before even setting foot in front of the door – Soul offers for them to take a break with how much they've walked, but they're already here, just need to... finish this.

It'd be almost nostalgic, in a way; Like that lifetime ago when she'd failed to reach the goal she set for the both of them, one that mattered more than herself at times. But now, this is it. This is the end of everything.

All there is is opening the door.

The Death Room looks so much stranger in contrast to the rest of the memories that have led up to this point – Instead of a endless blue sky, its like an infinite void. Not even the walkway leading up to the platform remains, just a little space to walk in, and the steps leading up to something dark floating in the exact center of the room.

It's... dormant. Maka can feel it, could the farther they moved into the city. It doesn't feel dead, but it doesn't feel alive either, just... exists.

Was this... Lord Death?

Maka doesn't know how to answer that.

They both look at each other, never having let go of each other's hand. Both think of reaching out to it – nothing left to lose, maybe? – until something very bright and jarring slices through from the ceiling and lands directly in front of it. Needless to say, both are ready to have a heart attack.

After enough cursing passes to raise the rating, the light – a sword? – suddenly bursts into another show of light, revealing it to be none other than the Holy Sword Excalibur of legend.

Being the last audience members on Earth, let's just cut to the chase: Excalibur recounts that he avoided whatever had occurred that day by cutting through the very fabric of time and space to preserve himself, and that, coincidentally, this has left a hole between then and now that he could help Soul and Maka return through if they played their cards right. As shocking as this information is, would they have ever said no?

It was the biggest gamble of them all, Soul reckoned. Going back in time and stopping this from ever happening was indeed dangerous business. And yet, maybe it's because Maka still has that old sense of adventure still burning in the embers of her soul, reassured by Excalibur's telling that the persistence of these two left just a shred of order still lingering in the world.

A chance to truly lose everything for the second time was horrifying beyond comprehension, but to fight to save that last piece of what was left of the world, how it should be... perhaps that was the most human thing they could think of.

And so, hand firmly in hand, they take ahold of the Holy Sword's hilt, and let its shining light engulf them as they don't dare to ever let go. The threads of time and space pull on them even as they felt completely weightless, the sheer existence of Everything passing them by but too much for them to perceive. Soul and Maka were both nothing and something between it all, just souls that held on to hope and the memory of what they knew and the pure light keeping it together, until finally eternity grinds to a halt of 60 seconds per minute as the blade of the Holy Sword pierces straight through the witch's heart.

Four years and many months prior to before the spell could activate.

As Soul and Maka caught back up to time and space and gravity, Excalibur stood watch as his light had saved them from both the fabric of reality and the overwhelming sensation of souls being in the world once more, a feeling so strong that even Soul could feel it right through his bones after having spent so long in silence. And they looked upon the way they came from, the opening of Everything tying itself back up just as quickly with the threads that had been pulled through it.

Order had been restored. The world was no longer silent, now exactly as it had been on that day. The two look straight to each other – Their younger selves weren't here, but they were still around? Were they going to disappear now that things were back to normal?

Excalibur slammed his cane down like a gavel – Nay. Order had been brought back to life. Soul and Maka are Soul and Maka, the two souls carrying the threads and needle through which the world needed to realign itself. They now carry the stitches of having fixed a part of Everything, but what's done is done.

For once, what Excalibur said made almost complete sense. He then tips his hat farewell, wishing to return home for the day, yet departs his wisdom that they may take as much time as they need now that normalcy is as it was (and that they may visit him again as they so wish).

Deciding to take his advice, the two take a breather as Maka readjusts to feeling soul wavelengths again, and Soul lets it sink in at least a little at first that they can now call back home when they're ready even if they aren't sure what to do with the witch's soul.

The mirror call home was jarring, to say the least. Everyone they remembered was exactly the way they were four years (and many months) since Soul and Maka began surviving on their own, however they themselves had noticeably aged, much to the confusion, and eventual concern, of even just those in the Death Room. It was strange seeing it so bright and lively.

The witch's soul would be dealt with at later point. What matters now was getting them back home safely, and taking care of their needs – It had been a long four years, and now they could finally rest. Make sure their physical and mental health needs were met, letting them readjust to other people, and eventually reintegrate their daily lives back into society, one step at a time.

Soul even decided, when they were comfortable enough to be more apart from each other, to return back home to his family. See his brother again and let him know how much he meant, even if it was hard being a little older than he should be. After Maka had similarly made peace with both her parents – having had time to process how difficult it was, and being at least a little more okay with neither of them being perfect – she took a trip to visit and meet Soul's family, his nana being especially welcoming in hearing what they both went through.

It was a long number of years since the goals they once strived for as weapon and meister mattered. It wasn't a hurried decision, but they decided to lay that part of themselves to rest for good – Not because they had died all those years ago, on that day, but because they were given a second chance at life, and they wanted to find their own ways on living it to their fullest.

They both went through with finishing schooling, graduating, and as the years passed again – not surviving, just being – that silent world faded into memory, with Soul and Maka waking every day thankful that no matter where they go from here, they were together throughout all of everything.

#rambles #writing #soul eater #soul evans #maka albarn #post apocalyptic #long post

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yurfavmommy · 2 years ago

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I uploaded a couple of chapter to my Severus Snape shorts on Wattpad, but I didn’t even think of adding them here. Here it is

Warnings: Smut :) 18+

Sweet Dreams Princess

It's another Friday afternoon and you're making your way to your last class of the day. Potions. You knew just about everything you needed to know and then some when it came to the crafts of potions, but the potions weren't what really interested you in class. The tall, strong, dark and mysterious professor that taught the class was though indeed. He was the only one on your mind most of the time. You didn't think you were obsessed, but the more you thought about the professor over the years, the more you wondered what he was like when he wasn't so stuck up in the ass. You also realized being kind wasn't going to work fast enough.

You walked to the door of the class and pulled your skirt up right above your knees and straightened your posture. You made sure to be late a few minutes to set the trap. You bust through the door to make your dramatic entrance and of course all eyes are on you. You couldn't help but notice Professor Snape shooting his head up and shooting you a glare that could kill. "Ms. Y/N. Why. Are. You late to my class? Actually save it. Detention 8 o'clock. Don't be late." You had never had a detention before and it does make you nervous, but you wanted your plan to work out.

Today you were all brewing a sleeping draught. Pretty simple for you. When you had walked into class you had chose the empty seat right in front of his desk because you knew nobody wanted to sit there. Not even Hermione. It helped out with your plan. When you were walking to get your ingredients, you had tripped and caught yourself on your professors desk. You knew not responding to Snape's question asking if you were alright would annoy him, but of course he made sure to ask as well as throw in an insult as well. You just picked yourself up and walked away to the store room to grab what you needed. Now you didn't plan for one of the ingredients to be in the top shelf, and you pulled your skirt down just a pinch to not flash yourself to anyone. Your legs were showing a lot, but not your underwear. As you went to reach the item you needed a long arm with a black sleeve grabbed it first startling you. You quickly got off your toes and turned quickly knocking a vile off of a shelf.

You winced because you knew you were in for it. "Ten points from Y/H and your detention just changed to 7:00pm sharp. If you are late the consequences won't be merciful." You took this to your advantage. "It's your fault the vile fell from the shelf. If you got my attention before getting so close this would have been avoided. And I will be here at 8. I'm rather busy not caring about what the bat has to say." You knew saying this was very inappropriate. You knew it would send him almost over the edge, but what you did next you knew put the cherry on top of the cake. You maneuvered around him and slipped out of the room. You grabbed your bag and got out just before he could say something, and oh boy you knew your ass was grass.

You were one of Snape's top students. You had never stepped out of line, and you knew how to mind your own business. Your grades didn't change over the course of the three weeks you started to change. You knew he knew that you were acting out, but that didn't stop you. To be honest you only thought your plan out so far, and you didn't actually think past this moment. It was like you were afraid he wouldn't be interested back. He did give you special treatment sometimes and now it's going to be down the drain. When you got back into your dorm you decided to dress normal for detention. Your attitude wasn't based off of how you dress, and you weren't very comfortable wearing the revealing clothes around the school. You made the point you wanted.

It was 6pm and dinner started 30 minutes ago. You weren't going and a house elf politely brought some food up to you. You were thinking of what Snape will say and you were thinking of chickening out. You knew you'd be toast if you did skip. You finished your dinner and started to get ready. You just went with some leggings/jeans and a t-shirt/blouse (whatever you want really). You were slow to the room and once you got there you walked in. The first few steps into the room and the door slammed shut so loudly you nearly jumped out of your skin. 'Just breath' you kept telling yourself. You didn't even have much time to turn until Snape was glaring at you and he grabbed your shirt and forced you into a chair.

His steps were heavy as he walked to the front of his desk and leaned against it with his arms crossed against his chest in a way that made your stomach drop. You were sitting with your hands tight in your lap trying to steady your breathing, when he swiftly moved to hovering just inches from your face. His eyes were looking into yours with an angry but questionable look in them. You know he's trying to search into your mind to see if he could see why you've been acting the way you have. His next words sent shivers down your spine. "You will never disrespect me again. Understood?" You were frozen and didn't know what to say. You shouldn't be thinking about his lips on yours at a time like this. "UNDERSTOOD?" His voice was deeper the second time, and your eyes glazed over just the slightest, and that's when the lightbulb went off inside of his head, and you could see it.

Had your cover been blown already? What do you say? What should you do? With that final statement the only thing you could do was give out a soft "okay". He was still staring at you, but with the couple of inches he's moved back he's still staring at you. It was weird to you. Almost like a trance. What is he thinking? When was the last time you blinked? You seemed to get pulled back into reality a little and blinked quickly a few times relieving yourself of the burn you felt in your eyes just moments ago. Why was he just staring at you? It hits you. Snape is basically a master when it came to reading minds. A legilimens. This whole time you were worried about the wrong thing, and now you know he knows, and now he knows that you know he knows.

In an instant he's turned around and walked up to an empty wall in his classroom and was already saying a spell revealing a black elegant door. Are those his living quarters? Your eyes snapped up to him when he approaches you again. "How childish of you to play these games. You're just like all of those other brats. You want attention? Get. Up. Now." He has you by the wrist and he's pulling you to the black door slightly pushing you inside. When you turn to him he has the door shut and locked. He's swift on his feet backing you up into the wall nearest. "Is this what you wanted? For me to give into your teenage mood swings? You want to be the bitch that I get to walk on my leash?" You didn't necessarily like when people called you names so vulgar, but he picked up on that and smirked. At this point there was no need to close your mind off because he's seen everything. The daydreams of you and him. Even the embarrassing ones of you and him staying together forever.

He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. "Are you going to be a good girl for me or are you going to need punished?" You nod to him. "Speak. Are you going to be a good girl for me?" You lick your lips. "Ye-yes." his smirk turns into a small smile. "Yes what?" Your breath hitches. "Yes. Sir." He gives you a small but affectionate kiss. "You may call me Severus Y/N." Between the heat in the air and the way he says your name you know you're in for it now. His lips move to yours again and he moves one hand to the small of your back while the other is running up and down your side. You cant help the small moan that comes out of your mouth.

"Why are you being so shy now? You had no problem acting the way you did in my classroom earlier today." He's now kissing small kisses down your chin to the tops of your collarbone. Your mind is in shambles and you cant think of an answer. He's teasing you and it makes a blush spread across your cheeks. "You're already a mess for me." He ushers you to follow him to the bed in his room and he lightly pushes you down on the bed to resume kissing you and rubbing your now exposed skin. "Your body is beautiful and all mine." He slides your pants off and throws them into the corner of the room. You place yourself on your elbows while he makes his way in between your legs going back to kissing your neck.

His hand make their way to rub up and down the insides and outsides of your thighs and you can just feel yourself dripping for contact on your aching pussy. He doesn't touch it and moves to take your shirt off and then your bra leaving you in only your underwear. "You're being such a good girl for me princess." He knows just what to say to you to make you feel more needy for him. He takes one of your breasts into his hand and bends down to suck on your nipples. His free hand is traveling slowly up your inner thigh just barely grazing your heat with each stroke. It almost feels too much for you. The teasing. He finds a sensitive spot on your side and starts to leave little marks from his kisses. He does the same thing again but only on your thigh so close to the area that's begging for stimulation. You throw your head back biting your lip to hold in your moans. Severus knows you're trying to hold them in so he moves up to your ear. "I want to hear you say my name in those pretty moans of yours."

When he starts kissing your neck again you cant hold them in anymore. "Severus I need you." Your breathing and moans are growing in sound from his touch. "You need me to what Y/N?" You didn't want to say it. "What do you want me to do? I'll stop if you won't tell me." Your lust filled eyes meet his. "I want you to make me yours." His eyes light up with recognition. "Is my princess a virgin." You nod. "Yes, but I want you so bad. Please." Severus nods in approval, and stands starting the process of unbottoning his robes. you sit up and start to unbutton the for him. "Not being so shy now huh?"

Being honest you weren't shy at all. You trust Severus and you know you're safe and he won't hurt you. You get to the last button and he then takes his shirt off revealing his toned chest. Next you were a little shy reaching for the button of his pants, but you wanted to be with him so it didn't matter. You pulled his pants to his knees and he helped you take them off of him only leaving him in his boxers. You could see his bulge huge now without the compression from his pants restricting it from view. When you started to pull his boxers down you were getting more excited. The feelings you've been holding in for so long you have to no longer. His member sprung out from his boxers and you grew hungrier for him.

He went to move you to lay back down but you stayed up wanting to touch him too. "Are you sure you want to this time?" He was asking not expecting you to want to, but you nodded and put your hand on the shaft of his dick and started slowly moving it back and forth. You were contempt when he moved his head back and let out a soft deep moan. Next you placed a soft kiss on the tip of him and slowly lapped your tongue around his head. He moved his head quick to look at you in bewilderment of your actions. You placed more of his throbbing member into your mouth and hollowed your cheeks to start moving back and forth.

When you looked up at his face he was staring at you with so much feeling it made you wetter. "You're doing so well princess. It feels so good." After getting used to seeing him you took your mouth off with a 'pop'. Severus leaned down and connected his lips with yours moving you back onto the middle of the bed. He trailed long sloppy kisses all the way down to your heat, and kissed that too sending a shiver down your spine. He placed both hand on your underwear and pulled them off revealing your soaking cunt. He put his hand under your thighs and spread your legs apart kissing them. His hot breath was making you squirm and now he finally sent a slow lick up your cunt. That made your body jolt and your hand immediately found their way to his hair.

His licks were getting faster and he started to suck on your clit sending you into a spiral of pleasure. Something was bubbling up inside of you and you only have ever felt it when you were alone by yourself. Someone else doing it for you was magic to you. Severus hums onto your pussy. "You taste so wonderful princess." All of the name calling and gentleness is sending you over the edge. "Do you want to cum for me princess?" He takes two fingers and glides them into you while still sucking on you. Your moaning has doubled in sound and you know you're about to cum. "Please can I cum Severus? Please." You don't think you can hold it in longer. "Cum for me princess. Cum for me." Your legs start to shake and you're sent into your first orgasm of the night. You were biting your lip so hard and grabbing onto his hair. When you were coming down from your high he removed his hands and crawled up to your face to cradle it and give you more kisses.

These kisses were more lustful and urgent. "Are you ready for my cock princess?" You nod your head still needy for more. "Yes. Please! I need you now." You closed your eyes when you felt the tip of his penis start to push inside you. He slides more of himself in and you opened your eyes when you realized it doesn't really hurt much. You move your hips silently asking for more and he gives it to you. He's fully inside you and starts to move back and forth slowly picking up a steady pace. You grab his face and start to make out with him. While his hand works its way to your clit the other is cradling the back of your head. You're meeting his thrusts now and he's a moaning mess just as much as you are.

"Can we try another position?" With that he turns you over and has you get on your knees. When he re enters you he's deeper than before. You open your mouth and dig your face into the bed digging your fingers into the sheets. This is way better than you could have ever imagined it to be. "You make me feel so good princess. Thats my good girl." His thrusting is getting faster and you can feel him reach down to rub your clit. "I want you to cum for me again Y/N. Cum for me on my cock" Not seconds later you're cumming on his cock. He keeps thrusting making your orgasm last longer as you are crying out in the sheets. "Yes. Yes. YES! Oh my god." Severus must be getting close too because his thrusting is getting uneven. "Cum for me Severus."

Severus quickly pulls out and releases his seed onto you. His moans filling the room for the final time that night. You guys were left panting and tired. He says a spell cleaning up the mess he just made and grabs you pulling you close to him. He keeps stroking your hair and saying sweet nothings to you. "You did so well Y/N. I might just have to keep you forever." His gives you a sweet kiss and pulls the covers over your naked bodies. "Sweet dreams Princess." You fell asleep so comfortable and with a smile on your face.

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Was this pretty cringe or okay? I’ll upload another story if this turns out okay :) sorry if there’s some spelling mistakes or I used words that make you cringe lol

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