#one was my best friend in elementary school

[kooggukk]

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 BEYOND THE JOB // JJK

daddy jungkook (literally)

; babysitting the cutest angel on earth is the perfect job. (except when her father is fucking hot and wants all of you)

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“seriously though, you have to fuckin’ quit that job already.”

Sasha, who happens to be your best friend ever since you started working at the local elementary school, just lectured you again. she was already teaching there when you arrived, you spent your lunch breaks with her and even be each other’s substitute sometimes.

surprisingly, she quit a few months after that. you stayed close though. at first, she was dying to know the drama happening among the teaching staff, but as shit kept going down which included you and the principal, all you ever hear from her is that you need to quit.

it wasn’t a huge surprise to her when you first told her your boss, aka the school’s principal, asked you out. it was weird, but everyone knew he was.. a little desperate. he had asked most of the female teachers out, some who agreed could only say bad things about the experience.

you declined his offer politely, explaining that you don’t want your personal life to mix with your job. it was awkward after that, but turns out he seems to be the dumbest person on earth. he asked you out two weeks after that, again.

still to this day, he keeps asking you out over and over and you keep rejecting him over and over again. sure, he got a lil’ crush on you, sweet, right? fuck no. he’s a pervert, doesn’t know what personal space is.

“but i need the money. i don’t know where else i could get such good salary.” you told her, for the nth time.

“be a stripper,” Sasha casually said, sipping on her diet coke while your eyes widened.

“don’t say nonsense, dafuq..” you both shared a giggle, but you definitely won’t put that job idea on the bottom of your list. maybe in the middle, or top 5. if you really can’t find a good place, then gotta be top 3.

“you could be one until you save enough money, then look for a less crazy one.”

“there’s never enough money, sasha.” you sighed, fuck inflation. when you grew up and finished studying, you realized the hardest part of being an adult was money. it’s crazy how difficult it is to make a living.

“if you don’t give in your quitting notice tomorrow, i’m gonna do it for you instead.” she narrowed her eyes at you.

“i don’t want to make a decision too quick. not until i know i can find another job.”

“quit.”

“no.”

“quit.”

“no.”

“quit.”

…

“okay.”

she squealed in her chair, gaining some attention on the two of you.

“if you dare to lie to me right now, i’m gonna make you eat your own shit.”

you kicked her under the table, sending her a glare. “behave, bitch.”

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“oh, __! what brings you here today?” your boss, sehun immediately stood up from his chair, ready to greet you with a hug.

panicking, you reached your hand out with a paper, catching his attention. “this is..?”

“my resignation notice, sir.”

“your what?”

he took the paper from your grip, examining it carefully. his eyebrows fell together, eyes scanning every single word.

he backed up, resting on the edge of his table. he looked at the paper again, rereading the first sentence.

‘Kindly accept this letter as my formal resignation…’

“are you sure, __?” he asked, putting the paper on his table. he crossed his arms, frustration written on his face.

you fixed your hair, giving him a firm nod. “yeah, i’ve been thinking of it for a while now.”

“i’m glad i could be a part of this amazing team, but i just feel like,” you struggled to find the words, obviously you didn’t want to tell in his face.

‘aye bruh, stop bein’ a pervert and you might stop losing your workers’

“look, teaching isn’t my thing. and i feel horrible to find that out so late.”

“well, if your passion for teaching ever comes back, you’re more than welcomed here.”

“thank you,” you smiled, because even though he’s the most annoying person you’ve ever met, your co-workers have always been kind to you.

the children also love you, and you’re extremely thankful for all the support and love you got from everyone.

during the usual lunch break, you co-workers heard the news too. they all wished you the best with a hug, some getting emotional too.

officially, this was your last week working at the school.

when you got home, sasha sent you a link to an advertisement.

‘looking for a nanny’

you laughed, dialing her contact. didn’t take her long to answer, obviously. she’s always on her damn phone, even when working.

“you can’t be serious. a nanny?” you laughed, finding the idea of you with a kid ridiculous.

“have you seen the description? girl, they pay damn well!” she said, followed by her exhaling.

“didn’t you say you’re gonna stop smoking?”

“i stopped. for three hours.”

you shook your head, putting her on speaker as you clicked the advertisement.

“170.000₩?” you blurted out loud, “a day?!” sasha hummed on the other side of the call.

“told ya’..”

“that’s.. nice. woah, yeah, nice.” you mumbled as you continued to read the requirements and some important details about the job.

“give it a try.” sasha said, but your eyes caught a sentence.

“they want someone with experience, as expected.” you let out a long sigh and fell back on your bed.

“you got the experience.”

“me? sasha, i never looked after a kid-“

“you work with kids. first and second graders. and they all fuckin’ love you.”

“that’s different.” you groaned.

“it’s not. a kid is a kid. 3 year olds are just as damn annoying as 7 year olds. prove me wrong..”

you laughed, she was right. they can be a huge pain in the ass, but they have the purest soul.

“true.”

“give it a try, __.” she said again, calling you by your name. oh she’s serious serious.

“yeah, i might call tomorrow then.”

“might? no, you will.” she corrected you and you rolled your eyes.

“sure.”

you called them the next day after considering it for half a day, being the typical embarrassment, you called at the wrong time.

the man was in a hurry, so you both just quickly agree on a time to meet in person. that happened to be the day after.

you looked at the address one more time after you got off the bus, realizing it was more of a wealthy neighborhood. you only had to walk about 5 minutes until you got there, hesitantly but you pressed the bell.

a tall, young man opened the door. his skin is smooth and fair, almost perfect. his hair dark, slightly wavy which was styled in a mullet cut, longer at the back.

his choice in clothes seemed to be rich, a white ribbed polo shirt with short sleeves, causing your eyes to drop to his sleeve tattoo in a second. he paired it with black tailored trousers.

“hey, you must be __?” he asked with uncertainty and you came back to life, smiling to him.

“yeah, i am.”

“great, come in.”

he stepped aside and you walked in, taking off your shoes and jacket.

the house was oddly barely decorated, not a single picture or painting on the walls, very few plants, which you’re sure are fake plants also. the house wasn’t really colorful, most of the furnitures are bright. like beige and cream white.

“would you like a drink? water, tea, soda? maybe coffee?” he suggested as he walked in front of you, leading you to the living room.

“no, thank you.” you politely refused, feeling a little.. off in such a nice home. not something you’re used to.

you sat down on the couch, carefully not to mess the neatly placed pillows behind. god you looked so uncomfortable and awkward.

“i’d like to introduce myself again, in person this time.” he spoke as he sat down on the armchair, next to the couch.

“i’m jeon jungkook, 27. i’m a dentist in the center of seoul. i’m the father of a sweet angel, nabi. she turns 5 in a few weeks, we could say she’s in her, erm,” he struggled to find an appropriate word.

“crazy phase?” you asked with a smile.

“yeah, something like that. she’s been loud lately, that’s all.” he chuckled, resting his arms on his knees.

you nodded and held your small bag tightly, “i’d like to introduce myself better too, then.”

“i’m __, 24 and i currently work at an elementary school. i handed in my resignation letter and this is my last week as a teacher, so i’m searching for a new job currently.”

you paused, hesitant what else to say.

“elementary school? so, you work with kids?”

“yes, first and second grade.”

after a few minutes of getting to know each other more, a little girl, most likely his daughter, walked down the stairs with her sleepy appearance.

“oh!” she stopped the moment she saw you, the tiredness leaving her eyes.

“nabi, c’mere.” jungkook held out his hand, “this is __. what do you say?” he asked her, holding her tiny hands.

“hello.” she greeted you and you smiled, her shyness is adorable.

“hi.”

“__ is here because she would like to look after you.” he said and she looked up to him so fast, you thought her neck would snap.

“daddy, are you leeving me?” she gasped and jungkook chuckled at her words, shaking his head.

“no, but when i’m at work, someone needs to be here and take care of you. how about __, does she seem nice? hm?”

the little girl shrugged, hugging her father’s arm. he sent her back to the bedroom, saying he would be there soon too.

“well, she’s a little shy at first but, i think she’s gonna open up fast.” he smiled and stood up, your eyes widening a bit and you stood up too.

“does that mean, i got the job?”

“see you next monday?” he asked and you almost started jumping, but you held back. instead, you gave him a huge smile and nodded.

“monday then.”

[semisasseater]

ᴄʜ-ᴄʜ-ᴄʜ-ᴄʜ-ᴄʜᴇʀɪsʜ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ !!

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childhood!best friend se-mi x fem! reader

Summary: you had the biggest crush on your childhood best friend the biggest, so what happens when you accidentally ask if you can kiss her when you were thinking about it?

Tw: fluff, pillow fights, romance tension, jealousy, wuh luh wuh, very little suggestive things, very very little angst ig if you squint, reader is just down bad.

authors note: ahh i really wanna become a writer now!! i hope you’ll like this though because my mind was BLANK butttttt any tips or suggestions or requests would be great!

Not proofread!

Word count: 576

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“Would it be okay if I kissed you?”

“What?”

Your head spun as you tried to process how you ended up in this situation.

You had a crush on Se-mi—a huge one—for as long as you could remember. Ever since elementary school, you admired her, but you always tried to brush it off as simple friendliness. After all, you were both girls. What if she wasn’t into girls? What if she never saw you as someone she could date?

Those questions lingered in your mind for years. The first was answered when she started dating a girl in eighth grade. You’d felt an unexpected surge of rage and jealousy when you saw them together. You wished more than anything to be in her girlfriend’s place, but life didn’t work that way. Now, years later, you were both in college, yet your feelings hadn’t faded. If anything, they’d grown stronger.

Every time another girl tried to flirt with Se-mi, your jealousy would flare up. You’d lie and tell people the two of you were dating or convince her not to hook up with them. Se-mi never questioned it. She always listened to you. Why? You didn’t know. Maybe it was because you were her best friend—or maybe, just maybe, she felt the same way you did.

“Se-mi can you help me with this math problem?” you whined, sprawled out on her bed with your face buried in her pillows.

She walked over, smiling as she ran her fingers through her messy hair. Plopping onto the bed beside you, she scooted closer and glanced at your laptop screen, giggling.

“Wow you really don’t know this?” she teased.

“Shut up! You know I’m terrible at math” you retorted, grabbing the pillow you’d been lying on and swatting her with it.

Laughing, she tried to block your attacks. “O-okay okay! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she said between bursts of laughter.

But instead of stopping, she grabbed a pillow and swung back. What started as a playful hit turned into a full-blown pillow fight, the room filling with the sound of laughter and giggles.

Eventually, you tackled her, pinning her down and crawling over her as you both laughed breathlessly. Exhausted, you flopped onto her lap, resting your head against her shoulder. Her arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, holding you close.

Your thoughts wandered as her warmth surrounded you.

“Would it be okay if I kissed you?” you wondered aloud, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

“What?” Se-mi asked, her voice soft but surprised.

Realizing what you’d said, your face flushed a deep red, and you scrambled to sit up. “O-oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to say that! I-I was just—”

You couldn’t finish your sentence. Panic surged through you as you tried to explain yourself, but Se-mi’s grip on your waist tightened. Her free hand cupped your cheek, pulling you closer.

And then she kissed you.

It was deep and passionate, her lips soft and warm against yours, fitting together like two puzzle pieces that had been waiting for this moment. The kiss wasn’t rushed or hesitant; it was filled with unspoken emotions, affection, and love.

When she finally pulled away, your face was flushed a hot pink. She chuckled softly, running her fingers through her hair again, a habit you adored.

“So…” she murmured, pressing a finger to her lips. “How long have you been wanting to kiss me, pretty girl?”

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@semisasseater

[eddiesvixen]

Just Like Paradise

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁, 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗰𝘀 (𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆), 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗛𝗮𝘄𝗸𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗝𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗺 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲, 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝟭𝟵𝟴𝟵

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗻𝘁: 𝟯.𝟳𝗸

the first chapter of Open ‘til Midnight

Friday mornings always start off simple for you. You wake up, get yourself clean and dressed up for work. Maybe have breakfast but if not, you usually pack some snacks to munch on behind the counter or go with Eddie to the diner near the store.

Eddie.

Your friend, best friend even. Since attending elementary school together, to summer concerts to working at Empire for 4 years now, you two are the closest friends. You look after each other, care for each other, dream of each other. Actually that might just be you.

The blaring horn of his van rings your ears as he approaches the curb.

“Sorry i’m late sweetheart.” He grins from the van, leaning over to open the door for you.

You sigh and climb into the passenger seat. “It’s fine. I like smelling like sweat during a long shift,” you remark sarcastically.

He groans and pulls off. “Wasn’t my fault, ozzy’s being a pain in my ass.”

“He scratch up another cd?”

“No, little shit keeps hiding my lanyard. Gonna have to make an entirely new one today.”

You laugh. “Oh, Hop’s gonna kill you. That’s like the third-”

“Third one this month?” He smirks, “He’ll have to catch me first.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re wearing a new perfume. Trying to impress someone?” He wiggles his brows suggestively, even more so teasingly.

“Can’t a girl just smell good?”

“Well yeah but you’re not fooling me. I remember when you wore that new skirt to impress that guy at the garage show in November, so.. spill.”

Damn you, Eddie. Why’s he so observant?

“Is it that blonde guy who buys all the Aerosmith? Because let me tell you, I’ve seen him pull at the doors too many times. They cleary say push.” He smiles.

“Aren’t you the guy who locked himself in the supply closet during a closing shift?”

He frowns, though there isn’t any real sadness behind it. “Sweetheart, that was one time. And how was I supposed to know that the lock was jammed.”

You giggle. “Yeah well don’t forget it tonight. Closing with you and Harrington just sounds like disaster waiting to happen.”

He smirks. “Give the guy some slack.”

“If he spent less time flirting with customers and more time pricing the cds we’d be alright.”

“And you don’t flirt with customers?” His smirk is accompanied by yet another raise of his brows.

“Shut it, Munson. Or I’ll make Hop put you on booth duty.”

Eddie cringes and shakes his head. “You’re so cruel.”

“And very hungry.”

He pulls into the parking lot of the diner. “Well we’ve got a solid 18 before the store opens so.. lets eat.”

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You’re full and grinning when you walk into the store with Eddie. You find yourself smiling everytime you walk into the store. On your worst days and nights, you’ve never been more grateful to work in a place like Empire, consistently surrounded by things and people you love.

When you walk into the back room you head into the employee restroom. Fixing your hair as you look into the mirror you do a smell check. Yeah.. the perfume is great. There’s no way you’d ever tell Eddie you wore it for his reaction alone.

Just like you wore these true religion jeans for his reaction. Curvy and dark wash, the bootcut flattering your curves. The cropped band tee on your body. You even did your makeup a little differently. A new lip combo you only miss he’d ruin.

You run your hands over your body. Feels good, looks good-

Knock, Knock.

“You better not be doing what I think you’re doing in there again.”

The voice is muffled by the door and still very amusing to hear. You open the door.

“Geez Harrington, what ever would I be doing in the restroom?”

His brows raise. “Oh, thought you were Munson.”

You smile, challenging him a bit. “What did you think Eddie was doing?”

“Nothing.” He shrugs but your mind isn’t gonna rest on the matter so he changes the topic quickly. “Listen, Hop said he wants to see you in his office anyways.”

“Me?” You don’t worry. It’s no secret that Jim loves all of his employees, his most reliable being you.

“Yeah. I’ll find Eddie next. Think it’s about our closing shift.”

He follows you as you walk towards Jim’s office. “Cool. I think Eddie just went to make a new ID.”

“Another?!” Steve laughs and shakes his head.

“Says ozzy hid it from him.”

“This guy and his cat. Okay, i’ll go get him.”

You nod and with that give a nice knock before walking into Jim’s office.

“Morning.” You grin.

He greets you by name. “Hey, how are you doing?”

“Good. Steve said you needed to see me?”

“Right, your closing shift. Listen, i’m gonna need to leave the store a bit early tonight.”

“Is everything alright?” He usually never leaves. He loves the place just as much as any of you.

“Everything’s fine. But just for tonight, I am leaving you in charge of the store.”

You smile. “Me? Are you sure?”

“I trust you.”

“You know, Chrissy’s coming in at 2 if you wanna ask her? Or maybe Robin?”

“You shying away from your opportunities?” He raises a brow.

“No! Just, sounds like a big responsibility is all. Plus I kinda stay in the metal section all day.”

“And that’s okay. I’m just telling you work freely today. Wherever you’re needed, just like me. Can you do that?”

“Of course.” You smile. “Won’t let you down.”

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By 1pm, the crowd of customers is chill, but growing per usual. Customers take up the listening booths, others reading vinyl covers and checking out the clearance section. Jonathan’s cleaning the booths, Steve organizes the pop section and doubling on another task, reading an article on the next Duran Duran album. Eddie’s across the store, talking to a customer. Some older guy who’s definitely judging how he’s dressed and he still does it with a smile.

“It’s just totally ridiculous.” Robin says eyeing down your expression.

You turn to face her. “What?”

“Oh nothing just, you know, watching my idiot friends who clearly want a piece of each other do absolutely nothing about it.”

“Robin for the millionth time. Friends. Platonic with a capital P. Those are literally your words.”

“Uh, yeah. Because im a lesbian and Steve’s a nut. That’s platonic. But two people who share beds, share drinks, share underwear-”

Your eyes widen. “Okay that was one time.”

She smiles. “Once during movie night, another after leaving the pool.”

“Okay well movie night I bled through mines so I had no choice. And as for the pool, my clothes were drenched Rob. What was he supposed to do, let me freeze my bare ass off?”

“Fine whatever. That still doesn’t mean you dont wanna bone each other.”

You cringe. “Bone? Please don’t tell me that’s what you and Vickey call it.”

“Well at least someone’s getting some.” She winks. “But seriously, are you not gonna talk to him about this?”

“No, Robin. Look at this place. Look at me and Eddie. That’s my best friend. I don’t need some little feelings getting in the way of that.”

“Getting in the way of what?” Eddie says from behind you.

“Geez Munson are you trying to give us a heart attack?”Robin rolls her eyes.

Eddie laughs. “Excuse me for doing my job.” He tucks some cds under the shelf and holds one behind his back.

“Whatcha got there, rockstar?” You raise a brow.

“Just a little surprise for my favorite metalist.”

Robin teasingly mouths the word favorite before she walks off with a stack of vinyls. You grin and focus back on the cd.

You gasp. “Holy shit.” You take the cd. “Skyscraper?! Where the hell did you even find this?”

The sold out pretty quickly when they hit the shelves. In all honesty who doesn’t love David Lee Roth.

“Under the shelf in the break room. Dropped my ID and he was hiding under the sofa.” He smirks, proud of the smile he caused on your face.

“Wow. Thanks Eddie.” You smile.

“No need for that. But how about we give him a spin for the speakers, give everyone a taste of last year?”

“Deal.”

Eddie pops the cd in, and plays it loud for the intercom of the store. From Knucklebones to Just like Paradise, you smile and dance a bit behind the counter as you scan in your cds. Leaving a small wave to Hopper as he exits the store at 2 and Chrissy walks in. Time for you to leave the counter and become manager.

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You grabbed a clipboard and got to checking and making sure things were in place. Vinyls, check. Bathrooms, clean. Customers, attended to. When the clock strikes 5pm you decide to take a break.

In the back room, you sit on the sofa and take off your boots, letting your feet rest on the rug. The soft cotton of your socks nuzzling the scratchy fuzz of the rug beneath your feet. You look around the room. Pics of everyone on the walls. The rolling stones, heavy metal and well.. playboys on the coffee table. The staff lockers decorated for each employee. It’s comforting. A home away from home.

You put on your walkman and rest your eyes as Biff Byford sings.

Lady face the morning sun

the sunlight in your hair

Northern Lady, you’re the one

You’re so relaxed and enjoying the music that you don’t hear the door open. Eddie walks in and sits down a box of damages. He looks at you, enjoying seeing you so relaxed. He walks over and watched you for a bit. The rise and fall of your chest, the way your lashes kiss your skin. He gently nudged your knee with his and you open your eyes, smiling and removing your headphones.

“Hey, everything okay?”

He looks at the tape and gasps dramatically, clutching his chest like someone stabbed him.

“Listening to Saxon without me, sweetheart? I thought you cared about me.” He flops onto the sofa and falls out dramatically over your lap, failing to hide his grin you start to laugh.

“So dramatic!” You try to shove him off but he won’t go.

“I think i’m dying, sweetheart. Tell the others I love them.”

You frown a bit. “No love for me?”

He thinks for a bit rubbing his chin and you giggle and flip him off at the hesitation.

“Screw you.” You grin and shove him and stand, causing his mop of hair to flop onto the sofa with the rest of his body. He’s grateful of the angle he fell at, moving his hair from his eyes to see the sight of you bending over and digging through the box of damages. The way they shape your ass does plenty for him. He’s suddenly a huge fan of true religion.

“Someone stole a Wham cd?” You giggle and shake the empty cd case.

“That’s not even the worst part. Dig deeper and you’ll see that someone actually stole not one, not two, but three Cyndi Laupner tapes.” He stands and walks over to stand next to you.

“Wow. And they think we’re the criminals for listening to a little metal.”

Chrissy’s voice comes through the intercom. “Help needed in aisle 8.”

They always call for you or Eddie to attend to the metal section since you’re the only two who actually knows what a customer means when they ask about Metallica tapes with and without Dave Mustaine.

“I got this one sweetheart. You take this break, okay?”

You nod. “Thanks Eddie, I owe you.”

“No worries.” He grins and walks out.

As you look through the tapes you see one that warms your heart. A beatles tape with a red sticker on it, a pentagram drawn on the sticker.

When Eddie leaves stickers on different tapes, he wants you to hold them for him. And you know exactly why he chose the beatles tape. His mother loved their music. Eddie told you about how she would sing to him and let him dance on her toes. Elizabeth Munson was an angel, and she birthed the most sweetest boy who marks tapes now in her own remembrance.

It makes you think of your parents. How nice things were before your mother started cheating on your father with her coworkers. You remember how she’d tell you to play outside. “Go ride your bike!” That’s what you got told most summers while she’d have company over, only to come back later to hear your father angry and yelling about her infidelity.

“Is this what you want for our daughter?!”

“She wasn’t here!”

“And who was she with? She’s eight years old, she’s not blind!”

“Well i’m tired of your shit!”

“What shit?! My consistent work of two jobs to keep my family out of the street?!”

“You never make love to me anymore!”

For hours, they’d argue. Screaming and fussing. Glass breaking, cursing, your mother threatening to take you from your father, claiming youre both better off without him. When nights got really bad, you snuck out and stayed at Eddie’s.

He’d given you his bed and when you begged him not to leave, you swore you saw him tear up. Eddie never cries in front of anyone, but that night he knew you needed someone. Needed him. And as his mother’s tapes helped him when times were rough, it helped you too.

But all of these friends and lovers

There is no one compares with you

The beatles would sing and Eddie would rub your back as you cried, crying until your body goes slump and you fall asleep. You always swore to take care of each other, and even now looking at the tape, you remember it all and it somehow feels bittersweet. You showed each other what love is

~~~~~~

“Mm… marry Patrick Swayze, kiss George Michael, kill Nikki Sixx.”

You gasp at Chrissy’s obnoxious opinion.

“Are you kidding me? You’d kill Nikki Sixx?” You help her dust off the record player and move to the register together to count the cash from the day’s end.

“Well Patrick’s so hot,” she smiles. “And besises I can’t kill George Michael he’s like the heart of pop, next to Michael Jackson anyways.”

“You blow my mind.” You shake your head and she looks at the guys upstairs, cleaning out the listening booths. And you both zero in on Eddie with his walkman headset on.

“What do you think he’s listening to?” She looks at you.

Eddie’s not headbanging or dancing, which he would usually do if he were listening to metal, which means he isn’t. You have a hunch it’s the beatles tape, but that’s personal. Something Eddie confided in you about. So you shrug.

“Maybe some Journey? Or a Billy Idol tape. I did see him bring one up here earlier.”

She grins, tilting her head as she watches Eddie. “Journey, huh? That doesn’t seem very Eddie.”

You chuckle. “You’d be surprised. He’s got layers, like an onion.. or I guess those burgers he likes so much from Lucky’s. There’s always something unexpected hiding in that mane.”

She snorts at the metaphor and leans against the counter, her gaze drifting back to Eddie. “I wanna ask but then again I don’t. Feels like peeking into his diary.”

“Yeah,” you agree, lowering your voice as if Eddie might hear you. “He’s always so private about his walkman but just blasts his music in his van, it’s so silly.”

She studies you for a second, a slow smile forming across her face. “You know him better than anyone.”

You shrug, pretending not to care as much. You tske much pride in knowing so much about Eddie, but you shove those feelings down to avoid Chrissy causing a scene. “Yeah I guess. We’ve been through a lot together so I can’t help but look out for him.”

“Sure.” She says simply, smirking a bit as she starts to count change from the register. You want to ask her what’s so funny or to knock it off, same as you told Robin earlier.

Before you can respond, Eddie pulls off the headphones and looks down at you both. “What’re you whispering about down there?” he calls, his voice teasing but curious. He removes his headphones and ruffles his hair, not wanting to have a dent.

You smirk and call back, “Your deep, dark secrets. Hope you’re not listening to Careless Whisper up there.”

Eddie flips you off with a grin, and you catch the faintest hint of pink on his cheeks. His smile grows when you and Chrissy flip him off in return.

“I bet you’d love that princess.”

Steve comes up to the register. “Booths are all clean. Did the back room, I think we’re ready for closing.”

“Okay. I um.. I have to stay behind. Jim left me in charge and I’ve gotta count the cash and take it to the bank.”

“Okay.” Steve raises a brow. “You gonna be okay alone?”

“Yeah, i’m fine. It’s late and you’re opening tomorrow you should go.”

He nods and hugs you. Chrissy joins in and Eddie yells from upstairs. “Are you kidding me?!”

“Shut up.” You all say in unison. But you laugh when you hear his sneakers scruff down the stairs and the hug gets tighter as he joins in.

“Assholes. Every single one of you.”

“Dude don’t ruin it.” Steve says as he sighs.

When you all pull back Steve and Chrissy leave. You put on the same David Lee Roth cd from earlier. You start to dance around a bit, thinking you’re alone in the store. But then you hear singing and you turn around to see Eddie pretending to sing with the broom. You laugh.

“Seriously?”

“What you don’t like my moves?” Eddie shakes his hips, his chains on his jeans smacking the pole of the broom.

“Nerd.” You roll your eyes and grin taking the cash back into Jim’s office and Eddie follows.

“Look at assistant manager.” He smirks and sweeps a bit.

As you sit in the chair it does feel amazing. Eddie knows you’d love to be assistant manager here. This store is your everything. His everything.

“He didn’t say that.”

“But it feels like he will. You know you’re his favorite.” Eddie grins.

“Yeah well,” you place the cash into the cash pouch and start writing down the checks in the manager’s journal. “If he does, maybe it won’t be so different. I’d still be on the floor with you guys.

“We know.” He gives you a heart warming grin. “Maybe you wanna grab a bite? I was gonna get a pizza. Don’t have much lying around at home right now.”

You don’t answer him. You can’t. Not when your heart skips a beat, not when you place the cash pouch into the bottom left drawer and see the orange paper lying there. You lift it and read.

“Uh.. you okay?” He stops sweeping and grows concerned for you.

“It’s the store..” You shake your head and Eddie walks around the desk, taking the paper as he sees you biting your lip nervously. He gently grips your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you as he reads. You can his eyebrows sink more and more.

To Jim Hopper,

Empire Records is due to purchase for Nine Thousand Dollars by June 1, 1989. If you fail to meet the deadline, your contract of ownership will expire. I will more than happy to convert the store on behalf of the American Society of Language and Literature. A new environment for educational purposes and more family friendly activities aside from the provocative musical acts it promotes now.

Best of Luck, Larry Bassinger.

“Who the hell is Larry Bassinger?” Eddie squints as he tosses the paper onto the desk.

“I don’t know.” You look at Eddie. “But the first is just 8 days away.”

Eddie shakes his head. “Screw that, he’s full of shit. He can’t buy Empire, this is our store. It’s Jim’s store!”

“Eddie.” You shake your head and stand. “Calm down. We can’t let anyone know we saw this.. not yet.”

Eddie rakes a hand through his hair, his dark curls bouncing as he starts to pace the small office. “How the hell am I supposed to calm down? Some stranger is swooping in to take the one place in this town that doesn’t suck, and we’re just supposed to sit on this?”

You grab his arm, forcing him to stop. “We don’t know anything for sure, okay? This could be a scare tactic or… or even a mistake. But if we start running our mouths everyone else will start panicking too.“

Eddie picks up the paper from the desk again, his eyes scanning it one more time. “Eight days. We don’t have much time.”

“We’ll figure this out okay? But I need you to not lose your mind. Jim trusts us okay? We have to trust him too.”

“We can’t sit by and watch him face this alone either.”

“And we won’t.” You nod and look into Eddie’s eyes. That tinge of fear behind all of his anger. Empire’s home to all of you, and it scares him that he could be losing another important part of himself. It scares you even more, knowing this could hurt Eddie. How badly it’s hurting you. But you know that you have to be strong in the moment, so you take his hand.

“But tonight you rest. Let’s go eat like you said and we will figure this out tomorrow. Okay?”

He nods and relaxes, lacing his fingers with yours. You put the paper back in the drawer and you both close the store, driving off to get dinner. It’s a quiet ride. You can’t help but think about Empire. How your own paradise, your own home, could be going away for good.

It lingers in your mind while you’re eating, when Eddie drops you off, when you shower, when you lie in bed. It takes you ages to fall asleep but you do, in hopes that tomorrow, you’ll be able to figure out some way to save the store.

[garez19]

yandere! best friend’s brother x reader.

notes/warnings: sibling abuse, reader and the oc are one year apart in age, english is not my first language, gender-neutral reader, male oc, no yandere tendecies in this part, not proofread, i absolutely have no idea how to use punctuation

[part 1]

you and iris had been friends since you were kids. iris was the person you’d shared all your secrets, everything about yourself. you didn’t need to tell her when something had made you upset, because she already knew it all. and, more importantly, she already knew the reason. you went to the same schools, your first part-time job experience was together, and you were most certainly the first person to listen to each other rambling when you had a crush. iris was your best friend, iris was your sister, and iris was everything you’d asked for from gods when you were in heaven. iris was your blessing.

but not his. iris was his curse. iris was her younger brother’s jinx. she was the biggest punishment, something the gods must’ve sent to test him.

and you had no idea. you always knew emil. yet his name was all you knew. you remembered how he never really spent time with you two. you remembered how he was never around whenever you were at their home, but you never cared. you never cared about anything unless it was iris.

and then you’d started to figure out their dynamic. and to put it simply, iris had everything, and her brother did not.

you didn’t care at first. it wasn’t like you saw him a lot anyway. and when you did, it was just iris being rude and simply telling him to get out. you did not care. you did not tell her to stop. you only wanted to continue playing your favorite game with iris.

you did not care, you told yourself. you weren’t going to interfere. you were not the one to engage in family matters, you repeated.

and you kept going on. you stopped looking at emil when iris shouted at him. you stopped trying to show an expression of sympathy—because let’s be honest, you would’ve put it to an end if you had cared enough. you knew it, and you were aware emil knew it too. you just didn’t care, he told himself. you reminded yourself to shut up when you were in elementary school.

you kept going on— until you couldn’t.

you weren't a naive child anymore, and iris most certainly wasn’t getting better. moreover, emil still didn’t seem to try to defend himself.

you kept going on. until you couldn’t. until you realized you shouldn’t have.

“you’re not a child anymore.” was all you said to her. she looked at you funny, and asked you what you meant.

“what i just said. you’re not a child anymore, neither are your brother.” you repeated. although you felt too guilty to let it go, you still hadn’t had the courage to speak your mind. and even worse, you saw her hit the roof the moment you mentioned her brother— her brother she kept cursing five minutes ago. you weren’t ready for this conversation, you realized. you really weren’t, so you tried to change the topic. you tried to let it go. you started to smile when you saw emil at school, and asked your gods to forgive you whenever you did. and once more, you reminded yourself to let it go. that was all you repeated in highschool.

***

emil didn’t like you at all, especially when you were acting all high and mighty. it seemed funny to say the least, considering you didn’t even have the courage to talk to his sister. emil didn’t like your halfhearted smiles. he didn’t like your cold-natured personality hidden underneath soft “good morning”s. you were his sister’s best friend, and fairly enough, you were just like her, if not worse. however, he was happy the two were going to graduate this year. he was happy he didn’t have to bear seeing his sister’s face in hallways, or hearing your detached greetings.

yet, emil still didn’t understand how his sister still had everything. even when she was the worst person he’d met. emil didn’t understand how she was still able to have a best friend, a lovely life and decent parents. he didn’t understand how she had it all. he didn’t understand how his parents never tried to guard him from this monster. and he didn’t care anymore.

but you did. no matter how hard you tried not to, you did care. years of overlooking the abuse left you feeling like a monster—and maybe, after all, you were. “you were not a naive child anymore” was what you’d told yourself, but the truth is, you’d never been a naive child.

you would graduate in two months. and you were not going to stay a monster.

***

“emil!” you called out. you’d told your best friend to not wait for you, and you knew she wouldn’t wait for her brother either. emil glanced at you from his shoulder. and then waited for you to catch up.

“you have some time?” you asked. he seemed puzzled.

“for what?”

“well, you know, for some conversation,” you, once again, showed your distant smile. god, how he hated it when you did that.

“sure.” he muttered, clearly uninterested. he didn’t care much about this whole thing, and to be fairly honest, it irritated him how you obviously tried to seek redemption. but since he had nothing better to do, watching you squeak and perform how much of a saint you are could be amusing.

you took him to iris’ favorite coffee shop, not knowing if he was aware of it or not. and you didn’t care either way. you were just so familiar with the place. you ordered iris’ favorite dessert, as well as her very special coffee. and you didn’t even realize as you did so.

“are you playing the part of her?” he grumbled.

“huh?” you asked absent-mindedly, rewriting the things you were gonna tell him in your mind.

“are you playing the part of iris?” he repeated. you looked at him dumbfounded. why was he even bringing her up? I mean, sure, that was all you two had in common, but well…

“well, I'm not trying to,” you said. you just—you were just too much like her. you took a sip from your coffee. you’re not a naive child anymore, you reminded yourself.

“I just really need to say that I truly apologize for not trying to stop iris.” you began. and here we go, he observed your nervous demeanor.

“I know you probably don’t understand why I’m suddenly saying this, but you definitely do not deserve this kind of behavior,” you took a deep breath as you were getting ready to add the most important part. “and I promise I’ll do my best to let her know this is unacceptable, no matter how petulant she gets.” you explained.

he seemed still. it was like none of the bad treatments from her had actually affected him in a serious way. you would’ve believed in that if you hadn’t known any better. yet you did know. unfortunately you, and I can’t stress this enough, fucking knew about it all.

“about time you realize you’re an angel.” he mocked. as mentioned, he personally didn’t have any issues with you— he just hated it when you tried to redeem yourself… by using his very own problems.

“I’m aware you’re mad at me, and maybe you even think it’s just some kind of a savior complex. and you know what, you have reason.” you said. he shrugged, yet still wondering where this was going. he nodded, signing you to continue.

“but you don’t deserve this. and I always knew you didn’t.” you concluded. and, even though he knew this was all for your own good, it still felt good. it still felt somehow nice. it still helped him ease

and what made all this even more satisfying was the fact that you were her friend. you were iris’ dearest friend, apologizing to emil, to the creature she despised the most. he smiled—it wasn’t a warm one, yet somehow genuine in its own way. you smiled back, and for the first time, it didn’t feel as distant as it used to be. although he didn’t like you any better, you qualified him for a great opportunity. you allowed him to take one very important thing from his dear sister.

you.

[drownedinlavender]

⋆｡°✩South Park High School AU Headcanons⋆｡°✩

Mainly written to get out of my writers block lmaoo. This is a guide to all my headcanons in my “Be Nice to Me” fanfic

⋆｡°✩ Kyle Broflovski:

6'2”. Tall with lean muscle. Ginger with emerald green eyes and light freckles. Very curly hair with trimmed sides.

Juggles the debate club, basketball team, student council, and too many AP classes to count.

The first to get his driver's license out of the main 4 + Leopold.

His parents got him a car for his birthday for doing so well academically.

Works and volunteers during the summer.

Gets into detention often due to Cartman baiting him into fights.

Has gotten benched multiple times for playing too aggressively in basketball games when instigated by rival teams.

Has a tight knit study group with Wendy, Tolkien, and Nichole.

They help each other out with their AP classes but also consider each other rivals, trying to beat the other for the title of valedictorian.

Very good at first person shooters, often out performing Cartman.

Knows how to build a PC.

Learned how to program in his free time.

Spends time with his family and has a close relationship with Ike.

Knows Cartman’s schedule better than Cartman himself

Begrudgingly gives Cartman rides to school sometimes. Will leave him if he takes too long though.

⋆｡°✩Eric Cartman:

5'10”. Big, bulky build. A lot of arm muscle + big belly. Soft chestnut brunette hair. Dark reddish brown eyes. Thick eyebrows.

Is both on the football and hockey teams. He likes to use both sports as an excuse to be a major asshole towards others and uses his size to his advantage.

In the board games club. Argues with Nichole a lot for leadership.

Has a hard time studying and paying attention due to ADHD.

Does enough school work to pass. Thinks school is pointless and a big scam.

Would much rather play video games or watch TV instead of school work.

Unfortunately, to his Spanish teacher's demise, outperforms others in Spanish class.

Prefers first person shooters but also loves dress up games. Would kill anyone that found out.

Will trash talk your mom but if someone trash talks his mom he WILL dox them.

Loves reality tv. Big fan of RuPaul's drag race, Love is Blind, the Real Housewives.

Is a menace on reddit.

Has gotten his account reported many times on reddit, discord, and twitter.

Planning to major in business or finance in college.

The last of the main 4 + Leopold(Butters) to learn how to drive. Was genuinely too lazy and constantly bummed rides off the others anyway, specially Kyle.

⋆｡°✩Stan Marsh:

5'11”. Average build. Straight dark black hair. Wears a beanie often since his hair gets oily fast. Dark blue eyes.

Stan loves writing and listening to music. He's very big into metal, rock, and Midwest emo right now.

His extracurriculars are football and the board game club.

He volunteers at animal shelters in his free time and fundraisers for the environment.

He's an average student, usually getting Bs and Cs, and a D if he doesn't study enough.

He's terrible at multitasking. He's a very forgetful person.

Wendy and Kyle constantly have to remind him about deadlines and big projects.

On his 16th birthday, his dad gave him his old pick up truck.

Tolkien comes over often and they do homework together. He helps Stan with math a lot.

Stan and Kyle still consider themselves best friends even if they don't live right next door.

Crimson Dawn meets up often, practicing at Stan's since they can be as loud as they want there.

Sometimes friends like Kyle, Wendy, Timmy, and Tolkien come over to just hang out with the others and watch the band practice.

Stan and Wendy have been off and on since elementary school. It's obvious when they're not dating since Stan sometimes relapses back into his goth phase.

Stan and Tolkien have hooked up on a few occasions when Stan and Wendy broke up.

Tolkien has also dated Wendy on more than one occasion.

Stan is the type of kid that casually gets along with every “clique” in school since he doesn't really have beef with anyone. He's a very chill guy who often reacts pretty indifferently to most things.

⋆｡°✩Kenny Mccormick:

5’8”. Very skinny, mainly due to a poor diet. Wavy dirty blonde hair, tends to grow it out or cuts it short depending on his mood. Purple eyes. Front tooth gap.

Kenny's been working overtime while attending school since middle school. He gets paid under the table for most of it.

He saved up just enough to buy a really run down, beat up, used car. It's a stick shift and requires a ton of repairs.

He learned a lot about mechanics in order to save money and not have to take it anywhere to get fixed.

He learned how to drive stick shift and how to fix a car through YouTube.

He takes and picks up Karen from school. He also pays for all of her school supplies and encourages her to pick up extracurriculars.

Kenny doesn't have to study in order to get good grades in school. He barely has to do his homework either. As long as he listens to the lectures and skims through the material, he’ll pass. If he didn’t work overtime then he would be highly ranked in their year.

Kenny barely sleeps 4 hours a day. 5 on a good day.

He plans to keep working at the same pace and go to a trade school. Once he is more settled and his sister is an adult able to stand on her own, he might go back to school but he doesn't really stress about it and prefers living day by day then worrying about the future.

⋆｡°✩Leopold Butters Scotch:

5’9”. Lanky. Light blonde hair and sky blue eyes.

Works while attending school. Is very good at saving money.

Bought his own car at 16. Very safe driver with the occasional outburst of road rage.

Bought his own gaming PC. It's Hello Kitty themed. His favorite games are Animal Crossing and Hello Kitty Island Adventure.

Does very well in school.

Tutors others in his free time.

Volunteers to read for preschoolers at the community library.

Works as a summer camp counselor during the summers.

Cartman copies his homework when he isn't looking.

Part of the Board Game club and the Cheerleading squad.

Still gets grounded by his parents a lot but plans to live in College dorms soon.

Misc.

⋆｡°✩Clyde is part of the football team and basketball team. Sports are his bread and butter. He doesn't do well academically. Cry baby. Is on and off with Bebe.

⋆｡°✩Craig is captain of the space club. Wants to become an astronaut. Has been consistently dating Tweek ever since getting shipped by the Asian girls.

⋆｡°✩Tweek works at his dad's coffee shop while attending school. It has become a bit of a hub for the kids to hang out so it's doing well and he gets paid well. Is great at saving money. Loves playing DnD and really gets into character. Attends the space club with Craig.

⋆｡°✩Tolkien is a star student. Plays basketball, football, and is in the student council. Has dated Nichole, Wendy, Stan, and Clyde. None of his relationships ever end poorly. Is friendly with everyone. Is arguably the most popular, well liked kid in school.

⋆｡°✩Bebe is bisexual and has dated a few of the girls when off with Clyde. Clyde has no game however and barely dates anyone when they are broken up. She's part of cheerleading, volleyball, and the yearbook club. She's a minor influencer online, focusing on fashion, beauty, feminism, and human rights.

⋆｡°✩Wendy and Kyle constantly compete for valedictorian. She's captain of the debate team, cheerleading squad (Bebe vice captain), and volleyball team (Nichole vice captain). Stan and her have almost consistently dated with some hiccups here and there. They don't break up as often as Clyde and Bebe but when they have, she's dated Tolkien and Bebe briefly. She volunteers in a multitude of different organizations and feels very passionate about every cause she takes up. Has a substantial following on Twitter where she's very vocal about her beliefs.

[arizonapoppy]

I honestly can't remember! I have a very loved and yellowed paperback copy of Anne OGG with a cross-stitched bookmark in it. It was made by one of my best friends when I was very young. The cross-stitch has her initials and a date that so perhaps late elementary school? That covers the when but I have no idea how. Perhaps my parents or a relative gave the book to me? I don't even know which came first for me, reading the book or watching the AOGG 1985

i'd love to hear people's l.m. montgomery origin stories! how did you first find her work? what was the first book that really spoke to you? did she take time to grow on you? what do you think was the feature of said book that made you fall in love? please, fill the tags with your tales :)

[starkspondwater]

Not So Bad- Stan Marsh x Reader

Summary-Next up for 7 minutes in heaven is Stan Marsh! You always thought he was just some asshole (or did you) but one little game will change that real quick! (light SMUT)

Others in the series: Butters x

A/n: I do not know how to write for Stan but I tried my best! I also was not sure how to end it. Like at all. I wasn't going to write it tonight either but with everything going on in my country I needed something to keep the anxiety away!

You weren’t sure how Wendy roped you into going to a party, and you sure as hell didn’t know how she pulled you into this dumb ass party game. You didn’t talk much through highschool, running around in different friend groups so you were surprised by the sudden friendship when you both saw each other in your women’s studies course that semester. She was truthfully the only other person in the class that put in effort and through group projects and study sessions you got closer, which she definitely used to her advantage.

You had become a regular at Tolkein’s house as hanging out with his girlfriend gave you that perk, but those were normally kickbacks with a smaller group of people. Tonight, unfortunately, you were faced with a mansion full of people you had only seen in passing. Thank god the man supplied good alcohol.

Sitting in the circle with others, Wendy having cuddled up to her man, you watched as people flitted in and out of the room. From what you had heard from others there appeared to be games being played in random rooms throughout the house, including a game of strip-go-fish (how that was played you weren’t quite sure but the image gave you a laugh). You felt only slightly uncomfortable with your short shorts riding up a little too much and your top a little too clingy as the room grew warm with bodies. You mentally thanked the fireball circulating your system as it kept you from complaining, something Wendy had specifically asked you not to do tonight.

Across the circle, lazily sipping on a half drunk bottle of beer was Stan Marsh, football star, guitar player, and asshole. Well, that was a bit harsh. You hadn’t actually spoken to the boy since elementary school, boys and girls splitting off into their respective groups often, and as you grew to be teenagers you both ended up on entirely different ends of the social ladder. To you he just seemed very full of himself, laughing loudly, palling around too much, and in general just always being there.

Since he and Wendy officially broke things off in 7th grade he had led a string of girlfriends, each popular and pretty. Stereotypical highschool. You didn’t have any beef with the girls, to be clear, your issue was that it all just felt cliche, and living in a small town intensified that feeling. To make matters worse, however, was that you had caught yourself looking at him more and more over the years. In class you would find yourself tracing the lines of his broad shoulders with your eyes, noticing the stubble he had some mornings when he ran in late, and many other things. It was embarrassing, so to stay safe you just kept thinking of him as some jock asshole. 

Someone barked out laughter, breaking your train of thought and bringing you back to the present. Stan had now leaned forward, a boyish grin on his face as he looked around the circle and spun the bottle. For a second his eyes flicked to you, nearly causing you to choke on the badly mixed drink in your hand. Coughing a bit, you watched as the slender neck of the bottle spun and stopped, pointing  at none other than you.

The girls around you giggled, pushing you up to your feet and towards the closet. You could hear Wendy laughing behind you and if you still had your senses you would’ve yelled something at her, but before you could do so Stan was shoved in behind you. At the movement you nearly fell, only saved by his hands coming up to grab your waist.

“Sorry, dude,” he chuckled, only moving his hands away after a moment.

“It’s alright,” your willed your voice to not shake. Crossing your arms you attempted to make yourself a little smaller, giving you an ounce more room away from the boy next to you. You felt weird and you were sure he could hear the thumping in your chest.

“So, uh, are you like, okay with this?” Stan motioned between the two of you a little nervously.

“Being shoved in a closet?” You mentally cringed. Being a smartass was not going to help you in this situation, but it was all you could muster.

“No, like, kissing and stuff,” he said as if he really believed you didn’t know how this worked. He mistook your dumbfounded look for confusion and continued. “It’s kind of part of the game, y’know?”

“I know what 7 minutes in heaven is, Stan.”  You tried to keep the smart assery out of your voice as you answered him. “I just didn’t think you’d want to. You don’t even know me, dude.”

“Of course I do, Y/N, we’ve been in school together for like, ever. Wait- is this because of what Kenny said?” What?

“...What did Kenny say to me?” You tried to think back to all of your interactions over the years. You honestly didn’t have too much to do with the blond, though occasionally when in the same room you did joke with each other. You could not recall anything he said having to do with Stan.

“Oh that son of a bitch! He lied to get to me- goddammit!” Despite his words you heard no actual malice in his tone. All you were wondering is what Kenny would have told you. It had to have been about you if he was that concerned, right? Thankfully, you did not have to wonder for very long, as Stan broke with your prolonged silence.

“I had mentioned to the guys a few times that I thought you were, like, attractive, y’know? And…” he bit his lip as he hesitated. “I thought the skirt you wore the other week was kind of hot. He kind of kept teasing me about not having the balls to say anything to you.”

You remembered exactly what he was talking about. Your sister had decided on an impromptu makeover one morning, and like the she-devil she was, had shoved you into one of her many short skirts. You had spent the whole day worrying about flashing your ass to the poor student body. Wait- what was that first thing he said?

“Oh,” was all you could get out of your mouth, feeling your cheeks heat up at his admission.

“So…” One hand reached back for your waist and you felt him lightly squeeze, making you jump. “Did you want to…?”

“Um, yeah! Sure.” Jeez, you don’t need to sound too eager. You were still a little weirded out by this whole thing. You were not like the girls Stan usually dated, and you knew nothing would come of this anyway. Then, a little voice in your head spoke up. Fuck it. It’s a party.

With a firm but gentle touch, Stan grabbed you and brought his lips down to your own. Lips melded together in a dance as his tongue lashed forward seeking entrance. You had kissed your fair share of people, though it always felt clumsy and inexperienced. This kiss made you feel like you had drunk far more than you actually had. 

Warmth coursed through your veins, partially from your drinking but mostly from him. His large, rough hands roamed, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Tentatively, you let your hands explore, feeling the wide expanse of his chest through his t-shirt and up to those shoulders you could finally admit distracted you. Eventually, your hands moved up to his dark hair, knocking off the blue beanie on his head.

The second you touched a single strand on his head, he moaned into your mouth. Good to know he likes that you thought. Experimentally, you continued combing your hands along his scalp. A surprised yelp escaped you as Stan gripped your ass, a growl ripping from his throat. Briefly separating from your face he looked at you with hooded eyes. 

“Keep doing that and you’ll end up in trouble.” Your thighs snapped together as the words wound their way around your head. Based on the smirk the boy in front you had, he knew exactly what he was doing.

This was much more than you had bargained for. You figured you’d get at least a drunk makeout sesh in from some guy you wouldn’t care to recall the next day- instead you had Stan Marsh looking at you like that and from the clarity of his words you knew he was not drunk.

Some of the liquid courage you had previously poured down your throat sprang forth and you dared to grip his hair, lightly tugging. Immediately you were pressed to the wall as lips hungrily took to your own. Calloused fingers found their way under your shirt with feather light touches against your skin. You felt your shirt ride up as he continued towards your chest.

You were pleasantly surprised that despite how he was kissing you, Stan seemed hesitant. It was as if he was silently asking for permission to keep going, and to you that made him much more attractive. Puffing out your chest a bit into him was permission enough as his hands found their target. You could feel him squeeze a bit, humming at the feeling. He was gentle but commanding, and the combination had your head spinning.

You felt possessed. It wasn’t enough and you wanted closer, you wanted more, and Stan seemed to have the same line of thought as you. Only breaking from you for a split second, he brought your shirt up and over your head before expertly bringing a hand around and unclasping your bra. You fought the urge to cover your chest as he leaned back to gaze at you. Even in the horrible closet lighting you could make out his dilated pupils as he took in the sight in front of him..

With a glance to your face, he brought his head down and clamped his mouth to one of your nipples, his hands gripping your waist to keep you in place. As his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, you gave yourself over to the experience. Allowing your hands to rest on his head and shoulders, your head lolled back.

You could feel your panties growing moist by the second, small whimpers released from your lips mixing in with the sounds he was currently making at your chest. As he rose back up, now paying attention to your exposed neck, your hands instinctively fell downward onto the waistband of his jeans.

Almost immediately you pulled back, growing stiff. Stan, sensing a change, pulled back as well and observed your nervous state. After a moment, a grin broke out onto his handsome features. 

“You alright?” His voice was lightly teasing, but didn’t give off the vibe that he was making fun. You weren’t sure what to say, or maybe you did, but this all felt a little too bold for you. I mean you weren’t even his type for christ’s sake, even if he did admit to finding you attractive. 

Stan, despite common misconceptions, was not dumb. He’d known you for a long time and even though the two of you didn’t really talk for whatever reason he could still clearly read your body language and the little facial expressions you had. He came to the conclusion that he’d have to spell it out for you.

“You do know I like you, right?” you sputtered a bit, causing him to chuckle. “That’s why I was worried about Kenny talking to you. He kept saying if I didn’t have the balls to say anything he might as well as you out himself, and I didn’t want that.” 

Almost as if to prove it to you, he took one of your hands and placed it on the zipper of his pants. You could clearly feel how into this, and you, he actually was. His breath grew heavy as you rubbed along the length of him. He was girthy, that much you could tell. Your fingers skimmed his zipper when the door to the closet flew open.

The once muffled sound of the party slammed into the room with you. Stan quickly turned the two of you, shielding your exposed form from those that might be looking in and covering you in shadow. Haphazardly you threw on your bra and shirt, feeling the strap twist uncomfortably as your fingers numbly hooked things together. Your breathing was ragged and you attempted to slow it and create some semblance of calm. Stan, thankfully, stood there patiently and quietly, ignoring the jeers from outside.

Once done you very much intended to do your walk of shame directly out of the party. At least at home you could spiral with the remains of your dignity in peace. As you began to speed walk out you felt a large, warm hand slip into your own. Looking up you saw Stan with a small smile on his face, not even stopping to say anything as the two of you moved toward the exit. 

“What are you doing?” you asked after a beat of silence. The fresh mountain air outside was an immediate relief to the embarrassment you had felt inside the home. Fellow classmates that had already been sitting outside peered at you curiously, causing you to turn away.

“Well, I figured after the whole thing with them opening the door you might not want to continue, but maybe we could grab some slushes and talk for a bit?” He tugged his previously discarded beanie down over his ears. “I could also just drive you home. I just didn’t want to end this so quickly.”

Pleasure unfurled in your belly as you took in his words. Stan really did like you, like he said. You could try to tell yourself all you wanted that he was some asshole but you knew that wasn’t true at all. He was considerate and fun, and maybe you could build something on that. You pretended to ponder for a moment before answering him.

“I suppose a slushie couldn’t hurt. Just no funny business!” you teased as you followed him down the road, stepping in time with him.

“No promises!” he grinned, lightly knicking a hand into yours and intertwining it with his own.

Yeah, he wasn’t so bad after all, you decided.

[titsthedamnseason]

i actually feel like crying. it should be illegal to drift apart from your friends

[castielsupernatural]

i think the last 5 days of my life have been a hallucination

[mitzana]

i was sneaky and got a pic at the very end as everyone was going offstage (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

long post ahead, sorry i yap a lot lol

bigger was really fun!! i remembered as i was going in that brennan and izzy invited siobhan, zac and ally with them, and i was so fucking hyped!!!! they also brought on lou gonzalez and ryan haney, and while i wasn’t familiar with them prior to tonight they rocked it and i was glad to have been introduced to them and their humor.

it was a sold out show and the energy was so positive. it felt rlly great seeing people who trust and admire one another just be silly. idc if this makes me lame but that’s what i love about improv, it’s soooooo vulnerable

ofc it was funny, like it’s dropout people ofc i was cackling the whole time!!! my favorite part was actually from the stand-up comedian that they invited, jonathan penner. instead of taking suggestions from the audience all night, they had the comedian perform monologues based off one suggestion at the start and then those monologues would inspire the scenes, then the scenes would inspire the next monologue and so on and so forth…

so jonathan’s talking about how he got ghosted by his middle school friend group and he decided to message them via AIM, and if you’re chronically online (which i know u are, you’re on tumblr) you’ll know where this is going.

when he said “good morning, this is jonathan’s mom” i legit LOST IT OMGGGGG 😭😭 so fucking funny

overall it’s crazy to think just how instrumental these people have been in my life and how their writing and comedy informed my personality. i was watching collegehumor sketches with brennan, siobhan, zac, and ally like deadass since elementary and middle school. i think growing up with those sketches helped me become the smart-spoken yet crass and chaotic person i’ve always been. and ik that’s weird bc i was definitely too young to be watching ch but compared to the other shit i was exposed to as a kid it was practically harmless. so seeing these people who like shaped who i am on stage doing what they do best was such an awesome experience :D

and i have to give kudos to everyone for being able to uplift and entertain a theater full of people after such awful events like the la fires and the inauguration. there were moments in the show that referenced how fucking gross the world is rn (“it’s just weird that you bought a tesla now”) but the vibe was still fun and joyful.

i am so fucking grateful for these wacky comedians and I would love to see some dropout folks live again if i ever have the chance!!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

good morning tumblr the world is a fucking nightmare but im back home and im seeing bigger with brennan and izzy tonight with my bf so thats cool actually (◜ᴗ◝)

i’ll try and grab pics if the theater allows it!!

[yardsards]

also. amber gris as a character is really important to me as an appalachian.

not just her accent or the specific type of person justin based her off of but like

the feeling of losing someone to addiction/overdose while the government does nothing to help, just criminalizes and stigmatizes and makes things worse. which obviously happens in more places than just around here, but we have one of the highest rates of overdose death in the whole country and that whole set of scenes felt like they were really informed by growing up around that

[antique-symbolism]

Fellow TUC fans: how and when did you first find the series?

[screechingfromthevoid]

So I was thinking about that modern AU, trying to figure out how to incorporate FCG because robot (literally he's just a pastors son. Duh)

but for some reason my brain said "Ashton's service dog" first. Then I thought about Ashton needing a service dog because of brain stuff. THEN I thought about Ashton needing a service animal AND a mobility aid.

So I'm just living for Ashton in a wheelchair rolling through school. They've got the key to the elevator. They've obviously got a whole dog at school that people try desperately not to pet.

When someone decides to bully FCG (Francis Charles Grady) or Laudna, they get out of their chair to their full height. People freak because they didn't know he could walk or stand. Ashton just shrugs because "you know what they say about assuming"

And when Dorian shows up and asks about it not as tactfully as he probably meant to Ashton pops a wheely and is just like "what's sadder than an orphan with a wheelchair and a service dog? Unfortunately it didn't get me adopted. People just don't want their inspiration porn in house anymore I guess."

And they try to be chill. They try to avoid those harsh topics with their friends because they don't wanna be a bummer. It'd bring down the mood to say "sure I can walk but sometimes my spine is on fire and my calves are full of knives so I don't." It'd suck to say "I can walk fine until I can't." It's not relatable to say "my whole body hurts all the time and if I want to be able to do other things like think, I should probably be sitting."

Slowly their friends get them to understand that they don't have to put on a brave face for them. They don't have to pretend like it doesn't hurt. They don't have to pretend like it doesn't bother them. Their friends care about them. Hell they're even down to help if they can. Anything to make Ashton feel like they are wanted, that they're not a burden.

[spacespore]

HI TUMBLRR it’s me

[pallases]

it is bad when i am in my feels enough to return to the abandoned poetry archives

[mechazushi]

If The Core Division Three Members Had Gaming Channels...

Kafka Hibino {A.K.A ComfyManGaming}: Mainly Shop Management Sims or just Sims in general. His most popular series and the one that let him go full time as a content creator was his Power Wash sim Story Time where he got to talk about the craziest things that happened to him in his, like, six different cleaning jobs. ( In order; Landscaper, personal maid service, High rise window washer [tied for origin for most of his craziest stories], Nuclear Power Plant Office janitor, Failed attempt at running his own power wash service, and School Janitor with a car detail side job. {Most recent/longest held job/and also tied for craziest story origin generator with Car Detail Horror stories being second). Can be convinced to play atmospheric games like Journey/Abzu/Fire Watch/Anything thought provoking or emotional.

Reno Ihchikawa{A.K.A IchyChill Breakdowns}: Whatever Windette does, but with less insults. Basically Build Breakdowns and Speedrun Tutorials. Carried with the energy of a tired Indian Math teacher trying to teach calculus to 8th graders. Is also [technically] a PNG tuber, but because he's low energy, the PNG doesn't move much.

Iharu Haruichi {A.K.A SharkBAIT}: Two Channels. One is a horror game channel, Both Indi and Triple A. The other is anything casual, but mainly sticks to Stardew Valley, Animal Crossing, Coral Island, that sort of thing. Fans like to call the Horror one Anxiety and the non-horror one Anti-Anxiety(Each have their own mascots and like to fight each other like Jacksepticeye and Antisepticeye). He has absolutely accidentally cross posted horror vids onto the non horror channel and vice-versa. The community like to pretend that they don't interact with the other channels and when that sort of thing happens, they pretend they've been exposed to horrors beyond comprehension. (yes, even when the horror channel gets a cutesy vid)

Mina Ashiro{ A.K.A Can(n)onGodess/Pr3ttyW1ttl3K1tty}: Also Two channels, but actively makes sure that no one knows she runs both. One is a live stream of FPS set up as no-commentary/with camera (Mainly colorful ones like Valorant). The other is also no commentary with NO camera and its Sim 3 or 4 tips-and-tricks and Minecraft Aesthetic House Build (Mod and No Mod.)

Kikrou Shinomya:{A.K.A Can_It_Doom?} A STEM major that couldn't find a use for her degree as fast as she liked, so she started a Can it Run Doom? channel as a joke, and now it's evolved into a channel where people recommend different setups like Drumset Controler on a Texas TI-84 Graphing Calculator. (Is also currently in the middle of working on a live action Tank Setup for World of Tanks as a subscriber goal.)

Hoshina Soshiro{A.K.A SwordSingerSUPREME} Any game that involves sword fighting and critiques it either Accurately or HARSHLY. Also streams his HEMA training/tournaments. It's very popular (because everyone find him hot) and has since become a bit of an eclectic channel that is split between his Gaming vids, his HEMA vids, and P.O Box unboxing vids where people send him A LOT of gifts. There's also an over an hour video of him playing Let's Hit Each Other With Fake Swords the Card Game with his older brother (who is also in HEMA.) that he made when the channel hit 5 million subscribers.

✨Bonus✨

Gen Narumi{A.K.A xXGenNarumi420Xx}: Plays anything that's currently trending, but his bread and butter is FPS or Run and Guns. (Has confessed to saying "Would" to the Ultrakill Robot.)

Okonogi Konomi{A.K.A BlossomBear}: Indi VTuber that plays exclusively Indi Puzzle games or Puzzle Platformers. Isn't a singing VTuber so much as one that can and will go in-depth on programming and what goes into a VTube model (She made hers and it has two forms : a chibi, curly white haired, anthro bear girl and a white plushi version with orange blossom motifs.) Can and has demonstrated to be an absolute GOD at Minesweeper

Minase{A.K.A MinAction}: A anime/movie/Western Animation reaction channel. Has an uncanny habit of predicting things before they should be obvious.

Hakua{A.K.A HakuaKooksXP} A cooking channel whose shtick is 1000 Ways To Prepare [Insert Food Here.]. She's still currently working her way through rice.

Haruichi Izumo {Goes by his name} Various product review channel.

Aoi Kaguragi {Also goes by his name} A very well made workout channel.